Diapers and Other Fun

Spring was now here, and Katie’s eighteenth birthday fell in March. Her present was some new ice skates and her mom signed her up for an ice skating class. 

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I became very good at ice skating and that spring I started practicing to be in an ice skating contest. I got my own coach, and of course, she had to know about my diapers. Every day after school I had a one hour practice, and on Saturdays I had a two hour practice. My mom instructed my coach to change me if I needed to be changed, but also informed her that she was going to put me in thicker diapers for practice, so unless I wet a lot or went poop I shouldn’t need to be changed. 

It was very embarrassing at first, showing up wearing my training clothes, which were essentially tights or tight fitting workout pants that made my diaper painfully obvious, but after a while I forgot about being in diapers and just enjoyed skating and getting to know my coach who became a good friend to me. 

On the day of my first practice, I was a little nervous. My mom thought I looked so cute, especially since my diaper was obvious, but I was scared others would say something, especially since everyone here were people that didn’t know me from school and didn’t know that I wore diapers; at least not yet. However my fears subsided a bit when I noticed other kids practicing at the skating center didn’t really notice me since they were busy with their own coaches. 

The first practice was going pretty good. I started practicing skating moves right away. After about twenty minutes of skating, I felt the need to pee and before I could think anything more about it I was soaking my diaper while skating. I wet my diaper a lot and it was getting really soggy and the diapers my mom had put me in, the ABU’s I normally wore, just got bigger and bulkier, which made it a little hard to skate. I then slipped on the ice since my mind wasn’t set on what I was doing and landed flat on my butt. Of course it didn’t hurt much since the padding of my thick diaper cushioned my fall. I could feel the warm urine squishing around in my diaper when I fell. My coach asked if I was okay and I said yes. I got up and skated back to her. I decided not to tell her I was wet because I didn’t want to have to hassle her with getting changed. 

By the end of the practice, my diaper was cold and soggy. When I got home my mom changed me and saw I got a small diaper rash. 

“Katie, dear, you’re going to have to tell Mrs. Johnson when you go pee pee in your diaper. Otherwise you’ll keep getting these rashes,” my mom said. She applied some baby cream on my rash and put a new diaper on me. 

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The next practice came and this time when I wet I decided to tell Mrs. Johnson.  

“Uh, I just wet my diaper. It’s really wet. Can you change me?”

“Certainly,” she said with a smile. 

She took me into the locker room and into the bathroom and changed me in there. It really wasn’t all that bad. No one saw me getting changed so I felt better about it. While I was getting changed, she treated me as if I was a little two year old and even talked baby talk to me like my mom did. It was great knowing my coach was so accepting of me. 

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By the end of spring and beginning of summer, I was ready to enter the Girls 18 and Under Skating Contest. I was a bit nervous, but felt good about myself. 

The big day came and it was my turn to compete. This contest was being aired on a local TV station. Of course, I was wearing a diaper, and my mom had put me again in my ABU diapers saying that a thinner diaper might leak and I might not have a chance to get changed between the time I got to the arena and the time I was supposed to go on to do my routine.  So it was fairly obvious I was diapered, especially since now I wasn’t wearing warm up and practice clothes, but my competition outfit which was a short skirt, which barely covered much, let alone a thick bulky diaper.

“And now, for our final contestant, let’s give a warm welcome to a young lady who is a newcomer to the skating scene but shows a lot of promise, give a warm round of applause for eighteen year old Katie,” the announcer said, and the crowd applauded generously. 

It was finally time. I began skating to the music being played over the loudspeaker.  My routine was going great until around the last few minutes. I felt the need to poop and did not want to because obviously skating with a loaded poopy diaper wouldn’t be the best combination.

It was impairing my concentration. As I was trying to stay focused on what I did, and with a pained expression on showing on my face, my body forced the poop out of me. I tried with all of my might to keep it in, but it was no use, as I had virtually little to no control these days when it came to pooping and peeing my diapers, and I was now skating with a poopy, squishy diaper. 

Despite this fact, I tried to do my best. I was doing fine, and still hanging in there doing my routine, that was until my very last (and most challenging) move where I had to jump in the air, spin, and land back on the ice and skate to the side. I began to jump, and when I landed, instead of landing on two feet, I completely missed and landed on my bottom.  The impact of me hitting the ground and smashing the poop in my diaper was a strange and incredible feeling. I had sat in my poopy diapers plenty of times before, but smashing it down with such force like I did this time was completely foreign to me. I felt so miserable and embarrassed and instantly shed tears. 

Forgetting the fact that several thousand people where watching me and that I was on local TV, I cried to my coach “I’m sorry. I went poopy in my diaper and I lost control.” She then ran over to me, helped me up and brought me back to where she was sitting. Reality came back to me and I realized what I had said in front of everyone. People were staring at me with strange looks. I put my head down and closed my eyes, crying. My coach tried to comfort me, saying that it was ok and that no one could hear me or see my diaper, even though there was now a foul smell lingering around me and my diaper was noticeably sagging well below my skirt. I appreciated her trying to calm me down, but knew everyone was still watching. I wondered what the people from the TV station were saying on the air about me. 

My coach escorted me away from the competition area, grabbed the spare diapers and changing supplies my mom had given her before the competition and took me to the locker room to change me out of my completely loaded diaper.  She laid me down on a special counter space in the girls locker room that was meant for moms that had to change babies, but I fit just fine on it.  She didn’t really have to undress me to change me, she simply lifted my small skating skirt up and started to undo my diaper, which revealed the massive load I had made in my diaper.  I always do pretty big poopy’s, but my body betrayed me today with this massive load I had filled my diaper with, and during the middle of my skating competition no less.

When I got home I watched the skating contest that my mom had DVR’d. They didn’t mention anything about me wearing diapers since their microphones didn’t pick up what I said. But all the people watching heard me. I was feeling pretty bad that day from losing the contest, but my mom made me feel better. She saw me crying in my crib that afternoon and picked me up.

“Aww, it’s ok Katie. You tried your best. Mommy will make you feel better. You look tired. You need a nap. Would you like me to rock you and read you a story?’ 

“Yeah, please mama,” I said quietly. 

She put me in my sleeper and began rocking me. I feel asleep in her arms only after two minutes of the story she started reading me. When I woke up I was soaked and still in my mother’s arms. She changed me, and dressed me back into some of my comfy baby clothes I wore around the house. I felt better after my nap, and didn’t care what those people thought anymore. I didn’t know most of them anyway, and being in diapers was something that I loved to much to give up, regardless of who knew about it.

This is part of my “Katie” series, just so you know where things are picking up, etc....Go back and read my other captions to see some of the other elements of this story. Enjoy!

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February was now here, and that first Monday of the month, after school, my mother called me to the kitchen. She told me that the doctor called and wanted to give me a check up, and that I needed my yearly shots for school. Now, this was not the same doctor my mom had called when I first started wearing diapers. This doctor that wanted to give me a check up was the doctor teen girls go to for physicals. She didn’t know that I had been wearing diapers. 

“Will I have to wear a diaper to the clinic?” I questioned.

“Of course you will. You’re a baby. Babies can’t take their diapers off when they go to the doctor, or they’d poop in their pants,” my mom said.

I thought to myself that this visit to the doctor would be an interesting experience.

The time came. The appointment was scheduled for Tuesday right after school. My mom did let me wear normal clothes a teenage girl would wear, but did keep me in my diaper. For this checkup, it required me to take my pants and shirt off. Most doctors would expect to see a teenage old girl stripped down to panties while in the examination room, but this would be different. 

The nurse came in and first asked my mom some questions. You know, the usual “has she been put on any medication lately,” and “has she had any physical problems lately?” questions. My mother answered all the questions, and then the nurse told my mother she could go wait in the lobby. She then told me to undress, and that the doctor would be back in five minutes. I got a little nervous, but began unbuttoning my pants. Now I was standing with only a diaper and shirt and. I took my shirt off, and was now wearing only a diaper. It felt weird standing in the examination room of a clinic with a diaper on. I then felt the need to tinkle, so I did. It made my diaper warm, and it was now noticeable that I was wet (I had wet a lot—the diaper was sagging). I ran my hand across the front of my diaper and it felt very warm. I liked that, but was worried what the doctor would say. I sat down on the bed that was in there (those beds that are built into the wall), waiting for the doctor to come in.

Five minutes later, the door came swinging open, and it was Dr. Pampus, my doctor. The first thing she noticed was my diaper, and seemed a bit confused. “Wait a minute. Am I in the right room? You’re Katie, aren’t you?” Dr. Pampus asked with a confused voice.

“Y-Y-Yes, Ma’am,” I hesitated shyly.”

“You’re seventeen years old?” 

“Yes Ma’am.”

“You know, most girls your age are potty trained. May I ask why you are wearing a diaper, or am I seeing things?”

“My mom puts me in diapers and treats me like I’m two.”

“Why?”

“Well, because, umm..,” I didn’t know what to say.

“Do you enjoy this?”

“Yeah, it’s okay. I like diapers.”

“Well, okay. I won’t go any further with this. I would like to talk to your mom after this, though. You can go ahead and get dressed again, and then I just need to weigh you and check your blood pressure and then we can proceed with your vaccination shots.”  Dr. Pampus said in a very abrupt tone of voice.  I could tell she was not cool with the idea of a teenage girl that wore diapers for non-medical reasons.

After that I got dressed and made my way over to the scale.  While she was weighing me, I pooped in my diaper. I tried to hold it back, but couldn’t, and it was a big load.  I was standing on the scale and felt it coming but could do nothing to stop it from happening.  After the way the doctor spoke to me, I didn’t really want her to see me poop my diaper too.  I tried to be as discreet as possible, but when I slightly bent my knees and clenched my fist and scrunched my face she knew exactly what I was doing.  If she had any doubt, the sound of me grunting and the bulge that formed in my pants left zero doubt in her mind that I had just had a major bowel movement in my diaper as a teenage girl.

“You poop in them too? Oh dear. I think I need to get your mother to change you.” 

“Yeah,” I simply replied, almost on the verge of crying. I didn’t like this doctor. She wasn’t very nice to me. I wondered how she could call herself a doctor when she seemed very impatient and rude. She called my mother back into the room. 

“Well, her checkup went fine. Nothing physically wrong as far as I can tell. However, what’s this with diapers? By the way, you may want to change her, she pooped,” Dr. Pampus said in a snooty tone of voice.

“Oh dear. Luckily I brought an extra diaper along,” my mom said, in a very calm and normal voice. She didn’t even explain why I was wearing diapers, as she laid me down right on the exam table and pulled my pants back down to expose my now loaded diaper and began to change me right there while the doctor continued to talk.

“Aren’t you concerned about this? You act as if it’s no big deal!”

“Oh, it isn’t. I think it’s actually kind of fun. She enjoys being babied. We made a deal with her, and so far, she likes it. I see no reason to be concerned,” my mom replied as she wiped me with the baby wipes and unfolded a new diaper to change me into.

“Well, if she was my child, I’d have her seeing child psychiatrist.” Dr. Pampus said matter-of-factly.

“That’s nice. But Katie is my child and I’m her mother. Don’t tell me how to raise my child. If she wants to wear diapers and be treated like a toddler and it makes her happy and she’s not harming anyone then that’s is fine by me,” my mother said while she finished up changing me. 

After I was changed, she dressed me, helped me off the exam table, and slammed the door. I was surprised to hear my mom say all of that, since I thought she wanted to embarrass me by taking me to the doctor. I guess I was wrong. 

It came to be November. Katie was of course still in diapers and was wearing babyish clothes around the house, and pretty much being treated like a toddler around her home 24/7. 

Every Thanksgiving holiday her family would always go visit her relatives. She always liked going to see these relatives and they always met up at her Grandmother’s house. 

The night before they left she asked her mom if she’d have to wear baby clothes at her Grandmother’s house. Her moms reply was no, but she said that if someone notices her diapers that she would tell them why she wore them.

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We arrived at my Grandmother’s house early on Thanksgiving Day. By the time we got there, my diaper was soaking wet and cold. I was still wearing the ABU diapers, and had in fact switched to these diapers almost exclusively. I liked the babyish designs on them, and my parents said that since I was essentially a toddler anyway that I should wear diapers that fit with that image.  I was happy to wear these diapers, even though it was fairly obvious by the crinkle and bulk under my pants that I was diapered, but by this point I didn’t care because of how much I loved being in diapers 24/7.  Anyway, by the time we got to my Grandmother’s I badly needed a changing but I didn’t know how to get my mom’s attention without flat out saying “my diaper is wet,” so I nudged my mom’s leg a little and pointed to the front of my pants. She understood what I was trying to say.  

“Excuse me, we’ll be right back.” She grabbed my diaper bag and took me into the bathroom and changed my diaper on the bathroom floor. 

“If you need to be changed you are going to have to come to me and tell me.” My mom said mater-of-factly, as she finished powdering my diaper area and taped up my fresh diaper.

“But mommy.” I said in a whiney voice.

“But nothing Katie. If you can’t act like a regular teenage girl and use the potty, and wear big girl panties like other girls your age then I guess everyone should know.” My mom said as she rolled up my used diaper and placed it in a plastic bag before putting it in my diaper bag so they could dispose of it when we got back home.  My mom might have not cared if others found out I wore diapers, but she still wanted to be considerate and not leave my stinky diapers in the trash for everyone to smell while we were at my Grandmother’s house.

I was a little stunned by what she had said and wanted to cry. I hoped that I wouldn’t need to be changed for the rest of the day, but knew that was impossible since lunch was only an hour away and we wouldn’t be leaving until after supper time. 

After I was changed I went off to play with my cousins. One was my age and the other two were a year younger. None of them wore diapers of course. The one who was my age was a boy and the other two were girls. We got along quite well for the most part, except my guy cousin, John, sometimes picked on us girls. 

It came to be lunch time. My diaper was dry at this point but I knew that wouldn’t last. I ate a lot of food since I was quite hungry. I also drank a few glasses of chocolate milk and some water and lemonade as well, and knew I’d be paying for it later. 

Later came. Around mid afternoon I was playing games with my cousins when I wet my diaper. Of course, after a few seconds it didn’t feel very wet and things were fine. A half hour later I had to pee again. This time the wet feeling stayed. The diaper wasn’t leaking, but was beginning to get soggy and bulky (the ABU’s always got thicker when wet). When I walked they made more noise, as usual. One of my cousins, the one my age, noticed the crinkling noise and asked me what that was. I acted as if I didn’t know and he forgot about it. 

Another hour passed. Now my diaper was soaked and the pee was cold. I could feel the wetness in every move I made. I didn’t want to tell my mom I needed to be changed, so I didn’t, and just tried to ignore it and hope for the best, and hope that I could hold off mentioning my diapers to my mom until we left that night.  She hadn’t come to check to see if I needed a diaper change, so I thought that just maybe I could make this plan of mine work.

Something happened which made my little plan fail though. When it was my turn to spin the “spinner” on the game we were playing, I felt I had to poop, and I knew it was going to be a big load since I hadn’t gone since earlier the day before. So I tried my best to hold it. I didn’t have much control left after being in diapers for so long, but what little I had I was determined to try and hold off pooping my diaper until maybe my cousins went to do something else or maybe when they had to use the bathroom.  It wasn’t meant to be however and my ability to hold it lasted for about ten minutes. Then the feeling was stronger and I couldn’t hold it any longer. I stopped for a short bit during the game and kind of gave a muffled grunt as I felt my muscles give in, and felt almost two days worth of poop fill my diaper.  Before I knew it, there was a strong odor coming from my diaper. And of course, my cousins noticed it. 

“What’s that smell? Darn it, Lisa, did you have another accident again?” John, the cousin my age asked his sister who was a little older than my sister, and a year younger than me, and apparently had been having some accidents in her pants from time to time lately. 

“No. I didn’t go poop.” Lisa said with a red face.

“Then who did?” He looked at me and I just kind of was there squatting down, not wanting to sit in my dirty diaper and smoosh it, so I just acted like I didn’t hear him, and I didn’t say a word as he continued to look at me and the stance I was in, with a now obvious diaper bulge around my crotch, and a smell that couldn’t be mistaken for anything but a dirty diaper. 

“Was it you Katie? Did you poop in your pants?” John asked with distain in his voice.

I knew I was busted and couldn’t get out of it.  My other cousins, the girls around my age, were both wearing leggings, and it was obvious that they hadn’t pooped their pants and didn’t have a diaper on underneath their leggings either.  I on the other hand was wearing toddler-style overalls that my mom had dressed me in earlier that morning, that also had snaps in the crotch and legs for easy diaper changes.  How they hadn’t noticed my poofy butt and crotch earlier was an amazing feat in itself, but now I was busted and there was no way out of it.  I got up and ran, or more like waddled with my now loaded diaper, to where my mom was playing cards with tears in my eyes. I shyly told her “I need my diaper changed.”

“Oh, excuse me, Katie needs her diaper changed. From what I smell, I think she pooped her diaper” My mom said nonchalantly.  As if changing a teenage girls diaper was just a normal everyday thing.

Everyone at the table, except my sister and father, who were playing cards had a puzzled look on their face as my mom patted my bottom to feel my loaded diaper and then held my hand and led me to the bathroom, with my diaper bag over her shoulder.

I heard them comment, “Katie wears diapers? Since when?” My dad began telling them the whole story. He explained how they had caught me with an opened pack of diapers in my room and they had busted me wearing diapers about 10 months earlier.  He told them how they had confronted me about my diaper wearing and after some discussion and my admitting that I enjoyed wearing diapers that they had decided to return me to diapers and treat me like a toddler 24/7.  My relatives had tons of questions of course, but my dad was patient and explained to them that I was no longer really potty trained and was now reliant on diapers.  That back at home I was dressed as a toddler, and I also slept in a crib and got changed on a changing table, and they brought a diaper bag with them whenever we went out in public.  I no longer wore panties like other girls my age, and they had in fact thrown away all my panties when I had decided to wear diapers.  And of course I didn’t use the toilet at all, and if I had to pee or poop I just did it in my diaper like a toddler would do.

In the bathroom, while my dad was explaining all of this to my relatives, my mom was changing my diaper, and getting me all clean after the big mess I had made in my diaper.  Finally after cleaning me thoroughly, she pulled out some footy pajamas and my paci and put the paci in my mouth as she slipped my legs into the pajamas.  I kind of let out a moan of frustration, and tried to object, but my mom gave me a quick pop on my diaper.

“Katie, you are a toddler, and around the house you wear these clothes, and now that everyone knows you are in diapers it shouldn’t make a difference.  Unless you want to wear just your diaper and t-shirt and paci when we go back out there.  Is that what you want baby girl?”  My mom paused as she waited for an answer.

I quickly shook my head no.  

“That’s what I thought.  Don’t worry, it’s no big deal.  Now everyone knows you’re a baby and wear diapers, so now you can enjoy yourself and not worry about people finding out about your diapers.”  She said as she zipped up my pajamas, rolled up my loaded diaper, which my Grandmother had said she could throw away in the regular trash now, helped me to my feet and then gave my diaper butt a pat before leading me out of the bathroom.

When my diaper was changed, my mom and I walked out of the bathroom, me in my toddler footy pajamas with my paci in my mouth, and my mom holding my diaper bag in one hand and my loaded stinky diaper in the other as she headed towards the trashcan. A few of my relatives looked at me strangely and when I went back to play with my cousins, John poked fun at me. 

“You baby. Can’t you use the toilet like everyone else?”  

“Shut up.” I said in a crying voice.  It made me sad when people, especially family laughed at me for wearing diapers.

“Oh, did I hurt the baby’s feelings. I’m sorry.” John said mockingly.

“Cut it out John. So she wears diapers. Katie, I don’t care if you wear diapers. Let’s play somewhere else.” Lisa, who was one year younger than me, said. I was glad she didn’t mind. Alyssa, my other girl cousin didn’t care either. We played games without John and he just watched TV for the rest of the day. 

My Aunts, Uncles, and Grandmother didn’t seem to care very much either and I overheard one of them saying something like, “Well, everyone’s different I guess. I’m sure it’s just a phase she’s going through.”

In July, Katie’s parents were going away for a week long trip with some family friends that they had planned well before Katie (bottom picture) had gone back to wearing diapers 24/7.  Because of this Katie’s parents decided that Katie would need someone to watch her, or more accurately babysit her, and do things like change her diapers, etc...

The sitter her parents decided on was a 26 year old girl named Jenny (top picture), who was a grad student at the local university and who had babysat Katie when she was younger, and got along well with Katie and her younger sister Sara. She was really good with kids, and always pretty fun too. There was one thing Katie was worried about though. The last time Jenny sat for her, she had only been there to watch Katie’s younger sister, Sara, (who was of diaper wearing age back then, and who still wore diapers at night for bedwetting) not so much Katie. Katie hadn’t been wearing diapers and didn’t have a crib and changing table, and wasn’t being treated like a toddler 24/7 the last time Jenny had been around. 

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Katie’s parents were packing on the 3rd of July and Jenny (the sitter) arrived that night. Katie overheard her mother talking to Jenny shortly after she arrived. 

“Everything is pretty much the same as last time except one thing. You might want to sit down.” 

“Why? I’ve known Katie and Sara all their lives. What’s wrong?” Jenny questioned.

“Well, nothing is wrong, just different. You see, you know how you don’t mind changing diapers for Sara at night because she wets the bed still?” 

“Yeah...“ Jenny said with a bit of apprehension in her voice.

“Well, would you mind changing them for Katie as well?” 

“Huh? Oh, I see, she wets the bed now and needs to wear a diaper at night, right?”

“Well, not really. She wears them all day.”My mom explained the whole story to her and how I chose to wear diapers and be treated like a toddler 24/7, which included me using my diapers for everything, both pooping and peeing, and not using the toilet at all or wearing panties like other girls my age. Jenny was a bit shocked, but seemed to accept what my mom said. 

“That’s kinda different, but I don’t mind.” Jenny said with a smile. 

Shortly after this conversation, my parents left. 

“So, you wear diapers? I think that’s cute. Would you like me to treat you like a little kid?” she asked. I was beginning to really enjoy this.

“Sure. That would be neat.” I replied shyly.  

“Great. Does little Katie need to be changed? I think I smell something.” Indeed she did. My diaper was filled with poop. I nodded my head.  She took my pants down and untaped my diaper after laying me on my changing table. 

“Phew. That’s a smelly one. Let’s get that little bottom cleaned up.” 

She cleaned me with baby wipes and powdered my bottom. It felt great.  She changed me just like she would to my sister or any baby. She seemed to be having a good time with this and so was I. 

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The next morning came. It was the 4th of July and very hot outside. Jenny came in my room and woke me up at around 9:30. 

“Good morning sweetie. Does baby Katie need to be changed?” She spoke to me in a babyish voice. I nodded. She picked me up from my crib and carried me to my changing table. She wiped me with baby wipes and began powdering me. When she grabbed in the diaper bag, she noticed that she was about to put on me was the last one in the package. 

“Looks like we will have to go to the store and get you some more diapers.” My sister Sara was wet after her usual nighttime wetting and she had a few of her diapers left but not many. After breakfast, we all drove to the store. Unlike my mother, Jenny let me pick out what kind of diapers I wanted. I decided to try something besides Abena’s and told her I wanted ABU Super Dry Kids because I felt like wearing a thicker diaper this summer. I knew this would be bulky, but wanted to see if thicker diapers would hold more. Jenny bought the ABU’s for me and Abena for my sister and then we went home. When we got home my diaper was slightly wet. I had to poop so of course I went. Jenny noticed it almost immediately. 

“What’s that I smell? Does baby Katie need a diaper change?” I replied with a yes and she changed me into my new ABU diapers. They were a lot thicker than the Abena’s.  Even walking in them was different. 

After lunch Jenny decided to take us to the park. It was a nice day and many people were at the park with their families celebrating the 4th of July. The local park was only a few blocks away so we walked. 

Immediately I saw some of my friends (all of whom knew I wore diapers) at the park and we chatted and read magazines for about an hour while my sister hung out with some friends her age and Jenny played on her phone and caught up on some summer school studying.

After awhile I had to pee, and this time, a lot. Without even thinking I wet the diaper. After I was done it felt warm for about a minute.  Then it felt dry again. There was a drinking fountain in the park and I drank a lot of water since I was really thirsty and didn’t have much to drink all afternoon. 

Two more hours of fun passed. It was now around 4:00. The water I had earlier began to take its toll. I had to pee a lot again.  I did it without thinking while on the swings. This time the diaper felt warm for a little while longer and the warm feeling didn’t fully go away.  After fifteen minutes or so the warm feeling was gone. The diaper felt pretty much dry except if I would run or walk a certain way I could feel a slight bit of cold wetness. It didn’t bother me. At this time Jenny said it was time to get home and get supper cooking. I agreed since we were at the park for four hours.

After we got back home Jenny asked me if I was wet and I told her I didn’t feel wet so she didn’t change me. I watched TV with my sister until supper was ready. During this time I had to pee yet again. This time, the wet feeling was strong and didn’t go away. The diaper wasn’t leaking, but very soaked.  I sat with it this way until Jenny called for supper. As I sat down near the table I could feel the cold wet urine pressing against me. It was very strong and it smelled. I told Jenny I needed to be changed because I didn’t want it to leak and also didn’t want to get a rash. 

“Wow, you really wet this thing. Good thing they are thick.” I was glad I got those diapers. They sure did absorb a lot, considering I wet it big three times before it started to get soggy.

At 8:30 p.m. it was time to leave for the fireworks. The riverfront, where the fireworks were, was also within walking distance since the town I lived in was very small. My diaper was wet when we left. I had wet it twice and it didn’t feel very wet so I didn’t tell Jenny. 

During the fireworks I wet it again. For the rest of the night it felt cold and wet. It didn’t bother me too much, except after walking home I developed a slight case of diaper rash. 

When we got home I had to poop. When Jenny was changing me she noticed I had a rash. She put lots of baby powder around it and told me I should tell her when my diaper is soaked.  After this it was bed time. Jenny dressed me in my pajamas and put me in my crib. My thick diaper felt better than the thin ones while lying in my crib. They were very noisy, however. Every little move I made was a loud crinkly sound. 

A few days later my parents returned. Jenny told my mom that I got ABU Super Dry Kids diapers and my mom didn’t seem to care. She paid Jenny and then Jenny left. I said goodbye to her and thanked her for such a good time. 

“Don’t mention it kiddo. You’re a sweetie.” she replied with a smile. 

Good question.  I’ve actually been into diapers probably since I was out of diapers.  Always felt drawn to them since I can remember, probably like a lot in the community.  I’m definitely more of a DL myself, but I can appreciate aspects of the AB side of things too.  It wasn’t until later that I discovered the AB/DL community and started to delve deeper into my feelings about diapers and such, which led me to a few DD/lg relationships I had with some great littles and awesome girls, and do some switch-type play in those relationships.  Anyway that’s the short version of how long I’ve been into diapers.  

And for my favorite diaper, I’d say it’s either the ABU Space or ABU Super Dry Kids.  Haven’t tried every ABDL diaper out there, but a lot of them.  As far as a favorite diaper I would put on a girl...well that’s to be decided, but those pink DC Armor diapers are pretty cute.

Ashley walked around the corner to greet her cousins.  As she did so she noticed her cousin who was her age, and also a freshman in college stop what she was saying to her mom and look at how Ashley was dressed in her footed sleeper with a paci in her mouth.

“Umm, Ashley, why are you dressed like a baby?” Her cousin asked

Before Ashley could say anything her mom jumped in.

“Well we might as well tell you this now since you’ll be here for a week.  Ashley wears diapers and baby clothes.  She also sleeps in a crib and gets changed on a changing table. She no longer wears panties or uses the toilets, and if she has to pee or poop she goes in her diapers.”

“What? Why in the world is she wearing diapers?”

“Because she chose to.”

“She did?”

“Yes, about 9 months ago I was cleaning her room and I happened to find an open pack of diapers in her room.  When we confronted her about them she admitted that she liked wearing diapers and acting like a baby.  So we made a little deal with her and now she is treated like a toddler 24/7.”

“Wow!  Well it’s a bit different, but I think it’s kinda cute too.  Would you like me to change her if she needs it this week while I’m here?”

“That would be a big help.  In fact if I’m not mistaken I think Ashley is going poopy right now.”

Her mom and cousin watched as Ashley scrunched up her face and clenched her fists and started rhythmically sucking her pacifier as she slightly bent her knees and pushed a load of firm poop into the seat of her diaper causing her diaper to expand inside her sleeper and cause the mess to squish against her backside.  It was nothing new to Ashley though, who absolutely loved it.