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Fiction: Alicia, Part 1
JULY 2, 2018 ~ DIAPERDEMIGOD
This is the first in a new Fiction series of posts. Fiction posts will be fiction stories (by me) centered around adult diapers, often presented in several parts. They won’t have sexual content such as masturbation or sex, but some readers may find them sexually interesting and there’s no shame in that. This first story is about a girl named Alicia whose dad designs a “super diaper” and wants her to test it out over a month.
Hi, my name’s Alicia. My dad has been incontinent his whole life, and he has worked for the major diaper manufacturer B&Q for almost ten years now. Recently, he moved into research and development, or R&D.
For most of my life I didn’t see his incontinence, diaper use, or job as very significant. It was always in the far, far background of my life. My parents potty-trained me like a regular kid and my dad was very discreet with his diapers and when talking about his job.
That all pretty much changed once he started R&D. As soon as he was in the door, he got the ball rolling on designing a super diaper of sorts. His central idea was to have super thick padding all over the diaper, instead of just centered around one’s private parts. That would, he predicted, totally eliminate leaks resulting from awkward positions and decrease the need for diaper changes significantly.
One of the most radical ideas he had was that it would be a diaper anyone could handle. Anyone, even a totally continent person who hadn’t ever seen a diaper up close, could pick up one of his super diapers and never have an issue with it, even on the first try.
I think that’s one of the reasons he wanted me to be the test subject for his diaper once he got the first batch manufactured. I was a regular person who hadn’t really paid any attention to diapers. Plus, he only had enough for one person, he could constantly check in with me, and we hadn’t done any father-daughter bonding stuff in a while.
I’d heard so much about the diaper at the point he suggested that I try it that I was almost interested enough to say yes on the spot. But I asked to think it over just in case. After a couple days of thinking over the pros and cons of participating in the diaper test and asking him questions, I agreed.
I told him my decision over breakfast, and that night he brought a huge box of the diapers home. After dinner, he grabbed the box and beckoned me to follow him to my room.
He cleared aside some shoes on the floor of my closet and slid the box in, then proceeded to organize my shoes beside it. “Go ahead and sit down,” he said. “I’ll be over in a second.”
I sat on my bed and in a minute, he brought over a pack of the diapers. He broke a perforation on the pack with his fingers and pulled a diaper out. It was huge!
He set the pack on the floor and pulled at the diaper to open it up. Then he folded it in half and handed it to me. What seemed to be the front half faced me. In the center, there was small text that said, “This garment should be changed when the five wetness indicator circles on the front and the five on the back have turned red.”
I looked and saw two circle outlines near the top of the diaper, one on the left and one on the right; two outlines halfway down the diaper, one on the left and one on the right; and one outline near the crotch, at the center of the diaper. I flipped the diaper over and the pattern of circles was the same on the other side.
“So,” my dad said, “what do you think? Do you think you’re ready to use one without me explaining anything?”
“Umm . . .” I said, “How exactly am I supposed to put it on?”
“Oh!” he said, grabbing the diaper and pointing. “Do you see these rectangular things? You peel them off the back and attach them to the front to close the diaper around you.”
“Oh,” I said. “Maybe you should write that on the diaper too.”
“Huh. It is on the packaging, but maybe you’re right. After all, we do explain the wetness indicator system. I’ll pitch it to my team.”
I smiled, then blushed as I had a thought that was practical but not ideal. Reluctantly, I asked, “Can you show me how to put it on once, so I don’t mess it up?”
“Oh, haha. Yeah. Darn, I really thought I would be able to hand it to you and let you take it from there. I really do have some work to do if I want to make it as user friendly as possible. Anyway, yeah, I can help you put it on–over your regular underwear so that I don’t see anything I don’t need to.”
“Now?”
“Yeah. Go ahead and take your pants off–oh, man, I really sound perverted. But, yeah.”
I laughed. “Okay. No worries, Dad.”
I took my shoes and socks off, then slid off my uniform khakis (I go to a private school). I basked for a half second in the glory of my toned legs, but quickly turned my attention back to the diaper at hand. “So, will I have to take the diaper off after we put it on together and then put it on without my underwear?”
“Uh, no, I don’t think so. With most diapers, that would be wise, but this diaper should have so much coverage and wicking power that you could use it even with your underwear still on underneath. But if you don’t want to pee in your underwear, then you will want to take them off once I leave you to your privacy.”
“Nah. These ones are black, so they should be fine. Let’s get this thing on!”
My dad stood up, and I did too. He explained how I should fold the diaper in half long-ways before putting it on, then slide it between my legs. He folded it as a demonstration and then let me slide it between my legs.
“Line your legs up with those black lines near your crotch,” he said. I looked down and saw the lines he was talking about, then centered them underneath me.
“Okay,” he said. “Now, hold the diaper in place with your thighs and pull the front of it up.
“I think I get it, Dad,” I said. I pulled the front half of the diaper tight to my skin and held the right side in place with my left hand as I grabbed a tape with my right hand and pinned the padding down with it. I secured the other tape on that side as well, then did the same on the other side.
“Ta-da!” I said as I looked up with a smile. My dad was smiling too.
“It’s not hard to figure out once you know what the tapes are for, yeah?”
I nodded.
“Great! Now . . .” He came up to me and examined the diaper. “Yeah. So, it looks like you need to make it a little tighter. All you have to do is pick up the tapes and move them more toward the center.”
I moved the tapes one by one until they each came close to touching a circle outline.
“Awesome!” my dad said once I’d finished. He sat back down on my bed and I did too. The diaper made it feel like I was sitting on one of my pillows! It was so soft and thick all over!
After a minute of my dad staring off into space and me patting various places on my diaper and bouncing up and down a bit, he said, “So, are you sure you’re up for this? A whole month with these diapers replacing toilets completely? It’s not too late to back out.”
“No, I don’t want to back out,” I said. “This thing feels great. Plus, I’ve already thought through it a ton of times–and asked you tons of questions, remember?”
He laughed. “Yeah, you did do that. But that’s to be expected. Anyway, have fun. And, please, let me know if you have any more questions tonight. Starting tomorrow, I’ll be checking in with you regularly anyway.”
With that, he was gone. Shortly, I heard him chatting with my mom and freshman sister in the living room.
I still had some homework left to do, so I sat at my desk and got to work on it. Wow! It felt so different and so good to sit in the diaper at my desk too!
About fifteen minutes later, I pulled a water out of the mini-fridge between my desk and bed and gulped down half of it. Partially, it was because I was thirsty thanks to dinner. Partially, it was because I was anxious to use the diaper.
After I finished my homework, I sat in my beanbag chair and turned on my TV. About an hour later, a bottle and a half of water in my system, I noticed the strong urge to pee during a commercial break.
I tried to let it out, but I couldn’t. I got into squatting position. That got me closer to letting go, but still, nothing happened. I muted my TV, closed my eyes, and relaxed. A few seconds later, a squirt of pee came out. It startled me so much that I opened my eyes and stopped going.
The warmth in my crotch was strange, but not necessarily bad. I closed my eyes again. The pee came easier this time, and I was able to keep it flowing until I was done. I felt warmth spread up the front of the diaper and up the back, pretty much equally.
I flopped back onto my beanbag chair and looked down. I was still just wearing the diaper and my shirt. The bottom circle was filled with a slightly pink color.
So excited and curious that I didn’t really consider my actions, I sped out into the family room to ask my dad if the circle counted as being red. Of course, once I got there, my sister started laughing hysterically and pointing at the diaper. “Alicia’s wearing a diaper!” Tonya said. “She looks like a toddler!”
“I do not,” I shot back. She kept laughing.
My mom hit her with the back of her hand, though she was smiling too. “Tonya, don’t make fun of your sister,” she said.
Tonya’s laughter died down to random muffled chuckles. “Did you need something?” my dad asked.
“Yeah,” I said. “I was wondering. Does this count as red?” I pointed at the bottom circle on the front of the diaper.
He leaned forward. “Oh, no. That’s far from red. Like I told you, you can pee in that thing tons of times before you need to change. You’ll know when you need to change. All of the circles will be super red.”
At that, my sister burst out laughing again. “You peed in it?” she said between laughs.
“Thanks, dad,” I said, then went back to my room to get away from Tonya. She really should be more mature by now.
Since it was a school night, I got ready for bed shortly after asking my dad about the circle color. I brushed my teeth and applied a little skin cream in the bathroom, then went to my room, closed my door, and changed into a tank top. I would normally wear shorts to bed too, but the diaper was more than enough bottom coverage.
I didn’t have to pee again before I fell asleep, but I knew from experience that I would produce a waterfall in the morning.
The diaper was so comfy and still felt completely dry, so I had no trouble falling asleep with it on.
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Fiction: Alicia, Part 2
JULY 2, 2018 ~ DIAPERDEMIGOD
This is the second part of Alicia’s story. You can read the first part here.
Beep! Beep! Beep! My alarm clock barely had a chance to go off before I hit Snooze. I usually hit it quick and lay in bed for five more minutes, so I can ease into awake life.
That day, a Friday, was a bit different though. Instead of easing myself awake, I immediately sat up, propped myself up with my pillow, and threw off my comforter.
It was true! I was wearing a diaper. A bunch of emotions hit me at once and a smile took over my face.
I felt so special to be the first test subject for my dad’s super diaper. And I felt super relaxed knowing I could pee anytime I had to. And the diaper itself felt so good against my skin, like I was wrapped in a pillow.
Okay, okay. That’s probably the second or third time I compared the diaper to a pillow. But that’s really what it was like! Let me describe some more details about this thing so you understand.
The exterior was cloth-like, and the interior was covered with super absorptive padding. It was thickest in a strip going from the top back of the diaper to the top front of the diaper. The padding there was two or three inches thick. I couldn’t touch my thighs together thanks to how thick it was between my legs. Going away from that center strip, the padding thickness decreased, but it never got too thin. The thinnest padding was on the wings of the diaper, but it was all over them (and I now know that isn’t a normal thing for diapers).
Another feeling soon hit me as I looked at the diaper: I really had to pee. I lifted up one butt cheek and bent my knee, then let out a little grunt as pee started trickling into my diaper. Then I sighed as my stream got to its normal toilet pace. Even at that pace, it probably took me forty-five whole seconds to finish peeing. I gave a few squirts at the end.
As I lay back in relief, I realized it was much easier to pee this time than it had been the night before. I wondered why. Maybe it was because I was more comfortable with the diaper after already using it once, or maybe it was because my urge to go was much stronger this time.
A couple minutes later, as I still basked in the ecstasy of my relief and my super-warm crotch, someone knocked on my bedroom door and then opened it a crack. “Can I come in?” my dad asked.
“Yeah,” I replied as I sat up a little more, my voice still sounding groggy.
He opened the door and came in a few steps. He was already dressed for work. “Wakey, wakey!” he said as he entered. “I made waffles. And I’m taking you to school today, so that means we need to leave fifteen minutes earlier than when your mom takes you.”
I smiled. “Sounds good. I’ll start getting ready.”
Something caught my dad’s eye, and he took a few more steps toward me. “Did you already use your diaper this morning?” he asked, apparently rhetorically. “Wow. You need to go as quickly and as much as your mom in the mornings, huh? And look at that! That bottom circle is almost halfway red!”
I sat forward to look at the circle. “Yeah, it is,” I realized. I looked up at my dad with a proud smile. “It was actually really easy to go in it this morning for some reason.”
“Oh, that’s great!” he said. “I’m glad you’re adjusting quickly.”
After a few seconds, he said, “Well, I better let you get ready so I’m not late to work.” Then he left and closed the door.
As soon as he left, I got out of bed and threw a couple textbooks and my homework in my backpack. When I saw the pack of diapers my dad had left on the floor next to my backpack the night before, I decided I better take one with me in case I needed to change at school. It didn’t seem likely that I would, but to be safe I grabbed one and stuck it in the front compartment of my backpack, behind my tablet.
Then I took off my tank top, put on deodorant, put on my uniform polo, and threw a light sweater on top. Finally, though I hated to, it was time to cover up my diaper. I grabbed a fresh pair of my uniform khakis off a hanger in my closet and pulled them on.
But they wouldn’t come up past my diaper! They got stuck at the very bottom of it. I tried really hard to get them up. I even danced around like a crazy person. But I couldn’t get them up, and even if I eventually did, I knew I wouldn’t be able to zip and button them.
“Dad!” I called. He showed up not too long after.
“Yes, sweetie?” he inquired as he opened the door.
“I can’t get these. Stupid. Pants. On,” I answered, still dancing around like a madwoman.
“Ohh,” he said. He frowned and put his hand to his chin. “That doesn’t look like it’s going to work at all. You have skirts, though, right? How about you use one of those?”
“I can’t. The dress code doesn’t allow skirts or dresses. Just polos and khakis for everyone.”
“Darn. That’s right. Well, I’ll tell you what. Put on a skirt, and I’ll explain your situation to your principal when we get to the school.”
“You really think she would let me break dress code just to do your test?”
“Yeah. Linda was one of my best friends in college. I’m sure she’d help us out.”
“Oh, right. I totally forgot you two are friends. Okay, let me get a skirt on and then I’ll be ready for breakfast.”
I picked out a dark plaid skirt that went down just past my knees. It covered my giant diaper well, but there was an unexpected side effect. The skirt raised up all around me like one of those old-timey dresses. I thought it looked kinda cute, so I rolled with it. I ate some waffles, brushed my teeth, and hopped in the car with my dad right on time to leave.
As he started the car, he said, “So, I’ll be taking you to school and picking you up every day from now on. That way, you can update me on the diapers and we can ask each other questions and stuff on the drives. That’s cool with you, right?”
“Yeah, it’s great!” I said. “I love spending time with you.”
He looked over at me and smiled, then turned out of our neighborhood.
“So, how does the diaper feel?” he asked after a moment.
“It feels great! Like a pillow!”
“And how does it feel now that you’ve used it a couple times? Do you feel wet down there?”
“No. Not at all. It just gets warm when I use it, but then it cools down to be, like, skin temperature again.”
“Good, good. It sounds like it’s working just as well as planned so far. Keep track of when it starts to feel wet and let me know. Send me a text if you’re still at school or come talk to me if it’s later tonight. I want to see how the circles look at that point. Okay?”
“Sure. I can do that.”
“Thanks. You’re such a great tester, sweetie.”
I smiled. Soon, we arrived at school and my dad parked in the parking lot instead of going into the drop-off circle. As we got out of his car, I asked, “Why didn’t Tonya come with you too?”
“Well, you know how she is. Lazy butt. Plus, she made fun of you last night, and that wasn’t okay. It reminded me of how bad I felt when I was your age and people made jokes about my diapers. I don’t want you to feel how I felt, and I don’t want Tonya making anyone feel that way. Until she gets under control, it’ll be just you and me in the mornings. She’ll ride with your mom. In the afternoons, though, I’ll pick her up when I pick you up, as usual. My guidance during the ride home should help shape her up.”
By the time he finished his explanation, we were at the outer door to the main office of the school. He opened it and let me in first. Then he came in and asked one of the secretaries to speak with Mrs. Shuler. The secretary came back to us a minute later and beckoned us to follow her. We wound past a bunch of desks and ended up at the Principal’s Office.
“Oh, Jeff, hi!” Mrs. Shuler said when she saw my dad. “And Alicia! Please, have a seat. Do either of you want a cup of coffee?”
We both said yes, even though we’d both had coffee at breakfast. We’re suckers for coffee. She swiveled in her chair and poured us two Styrofoam cups of it from the coffee station next to her desk. Then she slid the coffee toward us and asked how she could help us.
As I sipped my coffee, my dad explained my situation to Mrs. Shuler. How I’d been a life saver when I’d agreed to test his new diaper, but how it wouldn’t fit under my khakis. He apologized for the situation, but asked if she could make an exception to the dress code and allow me to wear skirts for the next month.
She quickly and happily agreed. Then she went a step further and said that if I ever needed to change my diaper during the day, I could come do it in her office. She told me about how she let my dad change in her dorm room and car all the time in college. Then she reached in her desk and pulled out a pad of green papers. She scribbled on it, tore the top sheet off, and passed it to me.
“It’s a special pass that’ll allow you out of class and to my office anytime you want,” she said. “But you’ll only use it when you need to change, I’m sure.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Good. Now, if that’s all you needed, you two are free to go. I know you must be on your way to work, Jeff, so I don’t want to keep you, and I know you must want to go hang out with your friends before class, Alicia.”
I smiled, thanked her again, and left. My dad followed close behind and we parted ways at the front desk, saying we loved each other. He went outside and I went toward the atrium.
As I entered the hall that led to the atrium, I wondered for about the fifth time since my dad asked me to be his test subject if anyone would figure out I was wearing a diaper. Before, I hadn’t thought so, but with this skirt situation I wasn’t so sure anymore.
But, I reminded myself, it would be fine if people knew. I wasn’t a baby, despite my diaper. I could handle anything people had to say, and I could explain the situation for them if they cared enough to know.
I soon reached the atrium, a big, open area filled with a bunch of tables and chairs and a few couches. There was a pool table on one side of the room and a ping pong table on the other. At the back were a bunch of vending machines.
I looked over to my usual table, and a few of my friends were already sitting at it. I went over to it and joined them.
“Ahh! Nice skirt!” exclaimed Jodie as soon as I arrived. After I sat down, Sammy added, “Yeah, you look great in that!”
“Wait,” John chimed in, “Aren’t skirts against dress code policy?”
Jodie glared at him. “How would you know?” she asked.
“My little sister’s always complaining about it,” he replied. “She loves to wear skirts.”
“Oh,” Jodie said. She laughed. “Well, it’s true. It is against code. So, Alicia, explain.”
“Uhh,” was all I could manage. Maybe people would find out about my diaper faster than I thought.
“C’mon, guys,” Sammy broke in. “Don’t gang up on her like that. She doesn’t need to explain it to us.”
I appreciated Sammy’s gesture, but luckily, an idea found me. It wasn’t great, but it was something. “I, uh, I got a rash from . . . I don’t know what, really. But the doctor said the khakis would keep it from clearing up or maybe even make it worse, so I got a doctor’s note so I can wear skirts to school. It’s just gonna be for a . . . a week. A month, tops. Trust me, you don’t wanna be me.”
Jodie squealed. “Ohh, but I still do! That skirt just looks so amazing. Even now, when you’re just sitting there. I can’t get over it. It’s, like, extra poofy or something!”
“Haha, yeah. . . . All my skirts are like this, pretty much.”
Wow! What a clever web I’d woven without any preparation. I wanted to sigh in relief. Instead, I took a sip of my coffee.
“Oh, it all makes sense now,” Sammy said. “That coffee’s from Shuler. You must have had to give your doctor’s note to her. Her coffee is the best, isn’t it?”
“Yeah,” I said. “Right on both counts.” I smiled and snagged a few gulps of it. As I put the cup down, I realized I had to pee. Coffee pee feels great on its own. I wondered if it would feel better in a diaper.
“I’ll be right back,” I said. I left my bag and my coffee at the table and headed to the bathroom. There was no way I would be able to pee in front of my friends already, especially since I was the center of attention. When I got to the bathroom, I went into a stall and leaned against the door.
Hssss. I immediately began peeing forcefully into the diaper. This time was my longest yet in a diaper. It probably lasted a whole minute. It felt super warm and, oddly, super clean. That was the coffee’s doing, I knew. Coffee pee is usually clear.
As I finished emptying my bladder, I sighed in relief. I quickly decided that, yes, the diaper had made the coffee pee feel better than usual. Then I composed myself and exited the stall. I was tempted to check the wetness indicator in the mirror, but I worried someone might walk in on me while I was doing it. So, I went straight back to my friends, my genitals and butt nice and toasty like they’d been while I’d gotten ready for school earlier.
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Fiction: Alicia, Part 3
JULY 4, 2018 ~ DIAPERDEMIGOD
This is the third part of Alicia’s story. You can start at the beginning here.
More of my friends arrived in the atrium over the next half hour, and nearly all of them commented on how great my skirt looked. Jodie volunteered the explanation anytime anyone asked how I was allowed to wear it.
First period was uneventful, which is normal because lots of people are still half asleep at that point. In second period, some of the girls in the class told me how much they liked my skirt. One said I was brave to break the dress code so obviously, so I guess the whole group probably thought I was simply living on the edge.
At the end of third period, my teacher called me over to his desk. “You do know that’s against the rules, right?” he asked, pointing at my skirt.
“Yeah,” I said. “But I got an exception from Mrs. Shuler. I figured she would send all my teachers an e-mail about it or something.”
“Oh. I haven’t checked my e-mail since really early this morning. Let me give it a look. . . .”
After a few minutes on his computer, he looked back up at me with a smile and said, “Yes, I see the e-mail. Sorry.” He looked back down. “It also says you have a pass to go see her anytime you want. Don’t be afraid to use it to get out of my class if you need to.”
“Yes, sir. Thank you.”
Next up was lunch, so I headed to the cafeteria. There, I got in line and bought a tray of food, then headed for the atrium. Lots of people eat in the cafeteria, but a good number go out to the atrium to eat instead. My friends and I always sit at the same table for lunch that we sit at in the mornings.
When I sat down, I got some approving looks and some greetings, but I didn’t become the center of attention again. Jodie was in the middle of a story, as usual. That was good, because I had to pee, and I wanted to try it around other people. It would be fun peeing without anybody realizing it, I thought. Plus, I needed to get used to peeing in less private situations. There would be less of a point to wearing a diaper if I always went off somewhere private to use it.
After I finished my food, I moved my eyes to my empty tray and concentrated, trying to bring myself to let go. After about a minute, I felt pee start trickling into my diaper. I kept my eyes off my friends as I enlarged my stream and quickened my flow up to normal levels. I didn’t have to pee too much, so I soon went back to trickling and then gave a few little squirts to finish things up.
Then I looked up, hoping no one had noticed my slightly odd behavior. It didn’t seem as if anyone had. I joined the conversation a couple minutes later. Sitting in my warm diaper and talking to people before class that morning had been fun, but peeing in front of them and having the warmth as a reminder of it was even more fun.
When lunch was almost over, I felt the growing need to poop. I had almost forgotten I would have to use the diaper for pooping.
I thought back to the conversation I’d had with my dad about it. He’d said I’d need to pee and poop in the diapers to give them a thorough testing. That made sense, but I was worried someone would smell it if I pooped in the diaper. He explained that his super diaper was engineered with the greatest odor concealing technology ever put into a diaper. Whether I farted or pooped in it, no one would be able to smell a thing.
Trusting my dad, I decided I wouldn’t try to hold it until after school or chicken out and use the toilet. But I knew there was no way I was ready to poop in front of people yet. I would probably be too nervous to let go or be too obvious about what I was doing.
I needed someplace private, so I went back to the bathroom. I returned my food tray on the way and brought my backpack with me in case the bell rang before I was done.
When I got to the bathroom, I went into the largest stall and locked the door. I slowly dropped into a low squat, holding my skirt up so it wouldn’t touch the floor. I looked over to the neighboring stall, hoping no one was inside. If someone was, they might see me squatting and even catch a glimpse of the bottom of my diaper.
Luckily, the neighboring stall was vacant. I began to push a little. Quite easily, a turd started to slide out of me. But then it stopped. As it had slid past my butt cheeks, it had rammed into my diaper. I pushed harder. The turd came out a little farther, but then it seemed really stuck. I stopped pushing and the turd amazingly slid back up into my butthole.
I tried it again, this time pushing super hard the whole time. It stopped at the same point. I grunted and let it slide back up into me again. It actually felt really good when it slid back into me, but I was also uncomfortable because I had at least a few turds wanting out.
Panicking a little, I tried to think of how to solve the problem. I could take the diaper off and use the toilet. But that would be a little disappointing. I wouldn’t get to walk around all poopy and go unnoticed until at least the next day. And I might disappoint my dad. Plus, I really didn’t have time to figure out how to get the diaper off and back on without dirtying it by putting it on the floor.
The bell rang. Hoping my dad was still on his lunch break, I pulled out my phone and called him. He answered, which meant he was still at lunch.
“Hey, Alicia. Is something wrong?”
“Um . . . Dad,” I whispered. “I really have to poop, and the diaper’s blocking me from going.”
“Are you sure it’s the diaper? Maybe you just don’t have to go as much as you think you do.”
“Yeah, I’m sure. I really, really have to go.” And I did. Starting to go had made things much more urgent than they would have been if I’d tried to hold it.
“Okay. I think maybe the padding on the back of the diaper is too thick. There isn’t really anything I can do for you right now. I don’t have any tips or anything. All I could say is to take it off and use the toilet if you need to. But if you think you can wait, maybe I can help you once I get there to pick you up.”
I thought about it. The late bell was about to ring, and I really didn’t want to be late to class. Plus, maybe it wouldn’t be too hard to hold it, and maybe he could work some magic later. I decided to give it a shot. “Okay, dad. I’m gonna try to hold it.”
“Okay, but remember, it’s your comfort and good grades above this test, so don’t be afraid to throw the diaper out and use the toilet if you need to. I love you.”
“I love you, too. Bye.”
I got up and let my skirt fall back down to completely cover my diaper. Then I left the stall and half-jogged to my next class. It turned out to be kinda hard to move fast with the thick padding between my legs.
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Fiction: Alicia, Part 4
JULY 6, 2018 ~ DIAPERDEMIGOD
This is the fourth part of Alicia’s story. You can start at the beginning here.
The bell for fourth period rang like two seconds after I slid into my class. As I headed to my usual seat, next to Sammy, I noticed lots of eyes on me. I was the only one unseated, and I had a skirt on, so it made sense, but I couldn’t help wondering if my diaper was showing, so I felt the bottom of my skirt as I walked to make sure it hadn’t ridden up anywhere. It hadn’t, luckily.
I took my seat and Sammy gave me a little wave and smile. I gave her one back. Although I have a lot of friends left over from previous years who I still like to sit with in the morning and at lunch, I don’t have classes with any of them this year except Sammy. She’s in my last three classes of the day. Naturally, that means we’re closer than I am with my other friends.
I mostly keep to myself and pay attention to the lesson or task at hand during the classes in the first half of my day, but during the second half of my day, I like to chat with Sammy pretty often. That’s why we sit at the back of all three classes.
My butthole seemed to have tightened up while I was running to class, so I wasn’t too desperate to poop anymore. After the teacher took attendance and started running through a slide presentation, I turned to Sammy and started a conversation about a fun new game I’d gotten on my phone a couple days before.
Our conversation shifted and lengthened as conversations do, and eventually the bell rang. I scribbled down the homework instructions and walked out into the hall with Sammy, our conversation having been automatically paused by the class transition. In the hall, Sammy let me know she had to use the bathroom and pulled me in with her when we reached it. It was nothing out of the ordinary.
Inside the bathroom, she went into a stall and started peeing, loudly. I waited for her by the sinks.
When I caught sight of an empty stall’s toilet in the mirror, it triggered something in me and I got the strong urge to poop again. The tip of my first turd started coming out as Sammy’s stream slowed. Please, hurry up, I silently begged her, hoping getting out of the bathroom would make my urgency go back down again.
Soon enough, she exited the stall and came up next to me to wash her hands.
“Can I see your rash?” she asked.
“Uh, no. Sorry,” I said quickly, focused on my butt more than on her.
“Why not? You know you can trust me. I won’t say anything mean about it.”
“I . . . Just . . . Maybe later.”
She turned her attention from her hands to me as she finished wiping them on a paper towel. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, just . . . feeling a little sick right now.”
“Oh. I’m so sorry. You wanna go to the nurse?”
“No. I think I’ll be okay. Let’s go to class.”
“Okay, sure. C’mon.”
And so, we headed to class. Unfortunately, my urgency didn’t subside as we walked. Maybe only running could do that trick.
But, wait a second. Why did I have to hold my poop all the way in if my diaper was keeping it from coming out anyway? I laughed as I realized how silly I was being trying to hold it.
“What’s funny?” Sammy asked.
“Old rules,” I said without thinking.
“Huh?”
“Nothing, really. . . . Let’s walk a little faster. I think if I sit down I might feel better.” And that was true, because I was going to relax my butthole when I sat down. I felt like I would need the chair to relax.
When we got to the far back of our classroom, we took our usual seats. Immediately afterward, I let go and my turd rammed up against the seat of my diaper for the third time. Relief flooded my body and I let Sammy know that I was feeling better already.
Realizing I’d basically skipped my last class in favor of talking, I made a mental note not to get quite so far off track during this class. It worked, and I only talked to Sammy intermittently during it.
It felt weird walking to my last class with a turd a quarter of its way out my butthole, but I did it as normally as I could manage. Despite what I thought was a good effort, Sammy gave me a weird look.
When we were almost at the door to class, she asked, “Are you still feeling sick?”
I was already prepared. “Nah. I’m just walking like this because of the rash.”
“Oh.”
Sixth period was basically the same as fifth, just with a different lesson, although I did start having a little pain in my butthole. After the bell rang, Sammy and I walked out to the car pickup area together. As we walked, my pain worsened and I somehow grew urgent again, but I told myself and my body there was nothing I could do about it until I found my dad.
A relieved smile spread across my face as I noticed my dad’s car was at the front of the car pickup line. I ran over to it, barely saying goodbye to Sammy, and jumped into the backseat. I threw my backpack off and leaned up to the front. Tonya was already buckling her seatbelt in the passenger seat, the seat she always whines about if she doesn’t get it, but I barely noticed her.
“Dad,” I began, feeling a lot of things but still searching for what to say for a second, “I’m still holding it. What do I do?”
“Hold on just one more minute,” he said as he drove out of the car circle and into the parking lot. He parked in a space that was pretty far from other cars, then turned to face me.
“Okay,” he said. “Now you can slide down your skirt, un-tape the diaper, and squat down over it to poop. I’ll turn away.”
And he did. I didn’t have any arguments about the plan, given my urgency, though a small part of me said, “Really, this is what I waited so long for?”
I slid down my skirt at the speed of light, then grabbed for one of the tapes on the diaper. But my hands were shaking from my desperation. “Dad, you have to do the tapes,” I said in a whiny voice. “My hands aren’t working.”
He turned around with a raised eyebrow, then saw my hands. He reached back and undid the top tapes in half a second. Then he turned away slightly and removed the bottom tapes. As he turned away completely, I pushed away the front of the diaper and moved my butt up into a squat.
I didn’t even have to push. One turd. A second. A third. A fourth! Each smashed into the previous with a slight gurgling noise and they all combined on the seat of my . . . underwear?
Oh, right. I was still wearing my black underwear that I’d put the diaper on over the night before. Realizing that fact but not really caring about it, I dropped my butt back down in relief and exhaustion. The whole poop fiasco had taken a lot out of me. As my butt hit the diaper, I felt my turds smush together even more beneath me. Only then did I notice the extreme warmth they’d created. It was a pretty great feeling result, oddly enough.
“Dad,” I said, my eyes halfway closed, “I’m done.”
“Okay,” he said, still not looking at me. “Just tape the diaper back up. Or, if you can’t, at least hold the front up and I can come to the back and tape it for you.”
“You can look, Dad,” I said. “I’m still in my underwear from yesterday.”
He scrunched his eyebrows and looked. “Oh. I forgot you were wearing those.”
“Yeah,” I said, opening my eyes fully again. “Me too.”
“So, do you think you can manage taping yourself back up?”
“Yeah.” I reached down and attached the tabs of the diaper to the cloth without much effort. It felt like I’d made it too loose, but I didn’t really care. I could adjust it before I got out of the car, after I fully recovered from my bowel movement.
Apparently, my dad didn’t have as much tolerance for the looseness, though, because he reached back and pulled my top tabs closer to the center of the diaper. It felt tight enough after that simple adjustment.
As he retreated back into his seat, I heard my sister snort. I turned to my right. I’d forgotten she was there. And she’d rolled down her window. How had I not heard that happening?
“You’re such a baby,” she said, then laughed as she turned away. Had she been watching that whole thing? My cheeks went red. My urgency had largely blinded me of her presence before, but now that I was done pooping, I felt the embarrassment she would have caused me earlier if I’d had room for it in my mind.
My dad turned on her before he even got his car out of park.
“Your sister’s not a baby,” he said. “She’s nothing like a baby. She’s agreed to be a test subject for the product I’ve been working on for months. She’s making sacrifices for my sake. That’s a very adult thing for her to do. And if anyone here’s a baby, it’s me. She can control her elimination like a normal adult, but I go without any control, like a baby. If you don’t think of me as a baby, you definitely shouldn’t think of her as one.”
He stared at her for a second, then turned his attention to his mirror and put the car in reverse.
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Fiction: Alicia, Part 5
JULY 21, 2018 ~ DIAPERDEMIGOD
This is the fifth part of Alicia’s story. You can start at the beginning here.
After my dad parked in our driveway, my sister got out in a huff and slammed her door. My dad rolled his eyes, then turned to me.
“Oh, good,” he said, “You pulled your skirt back up already. So, yeah, let’s just go to your room, and then we can talk and maybe get you changed.”
He got out of the car and I followed, sliding out with my backpack in hand. I slung it over my shoulder as I stood up.
“Maybe get me changed?” I asked, eyebrows raised.
“Yeah. We can talk about it in a minute.”
I followed him to my room and shut the door behind me. He sat on my bed, as per his usual, and I swiveled my office chair to face him. As I sat down on it, I could feel my warm turds squishing underneath me, compacting more than they already had in the car.
He must have seen some pleasure on my face, because he asked, “You think it feels good?”
I hesitated, not sure if that was weird, but I knew I needed to tell him the truth, so I ultimately confirmed: “Yeah, it feels pretty good.”
“Huh. Interesting. I wonder if other continent people would feel the same way. Personally, I’ve known the feeling my entire life, so it kinda just feels . . . normal.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah. . . . So, down to business!” He smiled a goofy smile and clapped his hands together. “I would have talked to you in the car, but I didn’t want to risk your sister giving us a laugh track. So, before we start: you seemed confused that I said we’d maybe get you changed. Let me explain why I said that. Normally, you could change yourself, but you’re a beginner and there’s a pair of underwear full of poop in the mix here, so—”
I laughed, blushing a little.
He smiled, then continued: “—so either me or your mom will need to change you. If you want me to do it, then we can start now if you want. But I have a feeling you and I might both be more comfortable if your mom changes you. Now, she’s not gonna be home from work for about an hour and a half, but it’s still an option. For one thing, you think the poop feels good, so I’m guessing you won’t have a problem with waiting. And I think I told you this before, but let me remind you: we put some super advanced sanitization technology in these diapers, so you can sit in a poopy diaper for eight hours before there’s any risk at all.”
“Oh, right. You did say that. I mostly just remembered the odor blocking part.”
“That’s right! There’s that, too. That’s why Tonya was able to roll her window up halfway through our drive home and why I don’t smell any poop right now. Do you smell anything?”
I took a deep sniff, then shook my head, looking impressed. Then I had a thought: “You’re sure the sanitization stuff will work even though I have underwear between the poop and the diaper?”
“Yeah, I’m pretty sure. I mean, let me know if you start to feel uncomfortable. That could be a sign it’s not working. But I doubt there’ll be an issue. So, I’m guessing you want to wait for your mom?”
“Uh, yeah, I think so. No offense.”
“None taken, of course. I’m on board. Do you mind if I ask you some questions now?”
“Go ahead,” I said with a smile.
He thought for a moment. “How many times have you peed in the diaper since we talked this morning?”
“Uh, twice—Yeah, I think it was just twice.”
“Does it still feel completely dry?”
“Wait a sec,” I said as I grabbed the arms of my chair and lifted my butt off my seat. “I just realized I have to go again.”
I closed my eyes and tried to leave the world behind. Soon, pee was streaming out of me and flowing along my diaper. When I finished, I sat down, opened my eyes, and looked up. My dad was giving me a weird look. “What?” I asked.
He let out a laugh. “I’m just surprised. You’re adjusting much quicker than I anticipated. Peeing in front of me? Your mom still kicks me out of the bathroom if she has to pee while I’m brushing my teeth. She needs the privacy to go.”
“Well, I’m trying to adapt pretty quickly. The way I see it, I’ll get more out of the diapers if I can use them whenever, wherever. Like, today at school, I had to go to the bathroom to pee the first time, but later I forced myself to go in front of my friends because I knew my goal and wanted to work toward it.”
“Wow. That’s impressive.”
I shrugged with a smile. “Anyway, yes, the diaper still feels completely dry.”
“Awesome. That’s how it should be. Can I see your wetness indicators?”
I stood and gathered up the front of my skirt so he could see the front of the diaper. “The second level of wetness indicators is starting to get pink now,” he said. “Turn around?”
I did, and he lifted the back of my skirt. “It’s the same back here. Good. You probably won’t even get the second level all the way red before you get changed.”
“Wow.”
“Yeah. You’ll have been in it close to twenty-four hours by then.”
“And it could last longer,” I said, amazed.
“Yeah. Maybe you can use the next one to full capacity.”
“Ooh. Challenge accepted.”
My dad laughed. “Knock yourself out.”
I smiled. “Any more questions?”
“Uh, no, but I do want to update you on something. I’m thinking the trouble you had pooping in your diaper earlier was because of the compression of your underwear.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah. So maybe there won’t be any problems next time. But I didn’t remember you were wearing underwear earlier, when you called me from school. So, after we talked, the team and I got started brainstorming how to modify the diaper’s design to make pooping easier.”
My cheeks flushed. “Everyone at your work knows I pooped in the diaper?”
“Well, they don’t know you managed it. I haven’t talked to anyone from work since I left. But they do know you were having trouble, and that’s nothing to be embarrassed about. They’re not going to judge you. They’re like me. They see it through a scientific lens.”
I thought about it, then shook my head. “Right. I don’t know why I felt embarrassed just then.”
“That’s okay. How you feel is how you feel. And this is a new experience.”
I nodded slowly as I processed what he was saying. Then I got us back on topic. “So, did your team come up with anything?”
“Yeah, we had a pretty cool idea! We added an indentation in the back of the diaper’s padding that should be enough to sufficiently increase the ease with which you can poop in it.”
“Wow, that’s great!”
“Oh yeah. Don’t get too excited, though. It’ll probably be a while before we manufacture any with the indent. We want to wait until we add more modifications based on your experiences.”
“That makes sense.”
“Let’s not worry about it yet, but if you keep having trouble pooping in the diapers, we’ll have to figure out some kind of system for you.”
“Like what?”
“Like, maybe you can loosen the diaper and let it sag down while you poop, then pull it up and make it tight again. I don’t know. Let’s both give it some thought. But not too much, since maybe the underwear was the only reason for the problem.”
“Sounds good.”
“Alright. Well. I’ll let you get started on your homework now. I promise this won’t happen most days; we should be able to have our conversations in the car in the future.”
“Dad?”
“Yeah?”
“It’s Friday,” I said with a smirk. “I don’t need to start my homework so soon.”
He closed his eyes. “Right. I knew that. Well . . . I’ll let your mom know the situation as soon as she gets home, and she can come and change you ASAP.”
“No rush. I still feel good.”
“Alright, kiddo. See ya.” He gave a little wave and left the room.
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Fiction: Alicia, Part 6
JULY 25, 2018 ~ DIAPERDEMIGOD
This is the sixth part of Alicia’s story. You can start at the beginning here.
After my dad left my room, I went over to my beanbag chair and started streaming a movie. I tried to watch it, but I couldn’t concentrate. My poop just felt soo good against my skin. I couldn’t resist; I kept wiggling my butt around on it. Eventually, I lay back and basked in the pleasure.
A few minutes later, I sat up and turned off the movie. Then I stood, pulled off my skirt, and threw it in the pile of dirty clothes by my closet. No sense in keeping that on. Everyone here knew I was wearing a diaper, and I would have my mom coming to change it soon.
I pulled my phone out of my backpack and jumped into bed. Then I started playing the game I’d been telling Sammy about earlier. After a bit, I moved on to checking my social media feeds.
Knock, knock, knock!
Was my mom home already? Had it already been an hour and a half? I looked at the clock at the top of my screen. Yep, it had been. I turned off the screen and put the phone aside as I beckoned, “Come in.”
As I sat up, the handle turned and in walked my mom. “Hi, hon. Your dad tells me you need me to change your diaper for you?”
“Yeah,” I said as my mom closed the door and walked toward me. “But only because I pooped when I was still wearing underwear under the diaper. He thinks it’s too much of a mess for me to handle on my first try.”
“I see. . . .” she said as she looked at my diaper. “Well, did your dad give you any changing supplies yet?”
“No, I don’t think so. He just gave me diapers.”
“Oh, of course he forgot. Let me go grab some wipes and maybe some other stuff.”
With that, she hurried out of the room. As I waited for her return, I bounced my butt up and down on my poop. It had gotten colder, so it didn’t feel quite as good anymore, but it still felt good.
Soon, my mom returned carrying a white plastic bottle and a big plastic package. She closed the door and held them up to me one at a time as she walked over. “This right here is a bag of wipes,” she said as she held up the blue plastic package, “and this is a bottle of cornstarch powder,” she said as she held up the white bottle. I appreciated that she didn’t call it “baby powder.”
She set the supplies down on the edge of my desk and motioned with her hand. “Okay, lay down,” she said. I swiveled my legs onto the bed and scooted my butt away from the edge, then lay my head on my pillow. She put her knee on the edge of the bed and reached over to me.
After nodding to herself for a few seconds, she untapped one side of the diaper. “Actually,” she said, looking over to my face, “how about you take off your shirt. That should make my job a little easier.”
I sat up a little and slid my polo and sweater combo off, then dropped it on the bed to my left side. Only a bra and diaper remained to cover me, and the diaper was soon to go.
“Okay, let’s see what we have,” my mom said as she untapped the other side of the diaper and flipped it open. Then she took a step back and put her hand over her nose and mouth. “That stinks.”
I smiled as I caught a whiff of it myself. That odor blockage tech was no joke, that’s for sure.
My mom went over to my desk and rummaged through a few drawers before coming back with a pair of scissors. I peered past my breasts at her as she used them to snip the sides of my bikini-style underwear. Fair enough. Then she set the scissors on my desk. There probably hadn’t been any poop where she’d snipped, so it was fine.
I turned my head to follow her as she went to the far side of my desk and came back carrying my mini trashcan. She set it next to my bed and adjusted the bag, then carefully grabbed my underwear. She grabbed the seat, where it was most poopy (I guess because that part was easier to hold onto, or maybe to help make sure no poop fell out). Once she had my undies up in the air, she took hold of the cut sides in addition to the bottom. My underwear looked like an upside-down parachute as she transported it to the trashcan and carefully lowered it in.
After it thudded on the bottom of the can, my mom opened the pack of wipes with her knuckles and pulled out a couple wipes, which she cleaned her hands with and threw away. “When you do this,” she said, “you probably won’t need to wipe your hands. I’m just wiping mine because your underwear was so dirty.”
I nodded as my cheeks transitioned from blushing to burning. Then I took the opportunity to ask something I’d been wondering since she started: “Do I have to lay down every time?”
“Oh, no, no,” she said. “Your dad usually stands up every time he changes himself. But it would be way too hard for me to do this if you were standing.”
“Ohh.”
Back in the zone, my mom brought the pack of wipes over to my bed and grabbed another wipe, then took it to my crotch. She lifted my legs and wiped in one fluid motion, starting at my privates and going all the way up my butt-crack. By the time she pulled the wipe away, it had almost completely changed from white to brown.
Trashing the first wipe, she grabbed another and wiped me in the same swift and thorough manner. She took the third wipe to my left butt cheek and the fourth to my right. Then she got another and wiped all over. She kept my legs in the air the whole time.
By the time she threw the final wipe away, there was barely any brown on it at all. I felt super clean and my skin felt refreshed.
Next, my mom grabbed the front side of my diaper, pulled it to the end of my bed, and swiveled it. Then she let my legs down and turned her attention to the diaper. She folded the sides in, then lifted the front of it and rolled it forward until the diaper was all wrapped up. Then she took the tapes one-by-one and secured it in that position.
She took the massive thing over to the trash and dropped it in, then wiped her hands with a wipe and threw the wipe in on top of it. She looked up at me with an accomplished smile for a moment.
“When was the last time you took a shower?” she soon asked as she grabbed the pack of wipes and closed it.
I thought for a second as she put the wipes on my desk. “The day before yesterday,” I answered.
“Okay, that’s what I thought,” she replied. “Go take one now. That way you don’t have to take one if your next diaper makes it all the way to tomorrow night.”
“Good idea. I’m gonna try to see if I can use it all the way up.”
“Okay,” she said absentmindedly. “Well, I’ll leave the wipes and powder here for you. Your dad has plenty more, so he won’t miss ’em. Just do as I did with the wipes when you change and try to put some powder on every time you put a new diaper on. Are you gonna need a demonstration on that?”
“Nah. I’m sure I can manage.”
“Okay, hon. Well, I’m gonna leave now, so go hop in that shower. We’ll be eating dinner pretty soon, so be quick.”
After she left the room, I went over to my closet and slid on the skirt I’d discarded earlier. Then I headed for the bathroom.
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