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Diapers for Jessica By Lauren
It was a bright, sunny June day as Jessica Anderson arrived home after the last cheerleading practice of the year. She shut the door to her red convertible, grabbed her bookbag and headed into the house to shower and change before heading next door to baby-sit her neighbors’, the Roberts, two-and-a-half-year-old daughter Amanda for the evening.
Upon entering the house, Jessica went upstairs to her room where she placed her books on her bed before undressing for her shower. Throwing her uniform into the laundry and wrapping a towel around herself, she headed to the bathroom to freshen up after a vigorous practice session.
Having showered, Jessica wrapped a towel around herself and went back to her room to change. She chose a matching thong and bra, as well as a pair of blue denim shorts and a pink baby doll t-shirt. After drying herself thoroughly, she put her clothing on and stood in front of the full-sized mirror in her room to comb her straight, shoulder-length brown hair. Taking a scrunchie from her dresser, she put her hair into a ponytail and put on a pair of flip-flops. Grabbing her purse and her keys, she headed next door to the Roberts’. On her way down the stairs, she passed her fourteen-year-old sister Elizabeth.
“If anyone asks, I’m next door baby-sitting Amanda. I told Mom I was going but just in case she forgets, please remind her.” Jessica said.
“Sure thing, Jess. Have fun.” replied Elizabeth.
“Thanks.” said Jessica as she headed next door. She loved sitting for Amanda. She was so adorable and so full of energy.
Little did Jessica realize that her entire summer would be shaped by this particular evening. Just as she got to the door Mrs. Roberts opened it for her.
“Hi, Jess.” Mrs. Roberts said. “I was just about to come see if you had forgotten about this evening. Come on in. Amanda is napping right now so you don’t have to worry about her just yet.”
“Thanks, Mrs. Roberts. Sorry I wasn’t here earlier. I had my last cheerleading practice today, so I needed to shower before I came over.”
“That’s ok, sweetie. Mr. Roberts and I are leaving now. The emergency numbers are on the refrigerator where they usually are, so if you need anything you know where to reach us. We’ll be home around ten this evening. You have fun now.”
“Ok, I will, you too!”
Jessica walked into the nursery where Amanda was sleeping soundly. She admired her there, sleeping in her crib without a care in the world. She took the receiver of the baby monitor and went into the living room to watch television. She turned the television on and started flipping through channels looking for something to watch. Eventually she settled on Bugs and Daffy cartoons on Cartoon Network. Within a half hour, she was sound asleep on the couch.
As she drifted into sleep she had the strangest and most wonderful dream imaginable. Images of herself as a baby flashed in her mind on rapid fire before fading into a scene where her seventeen-year-old self was lying in a crib just like Amanda’s in a room just like Amanda’s. Just as the fade-in was complete, baby Jessica awoke and the perspective changed to inside her head.
It was a really strange feeling, Jessica’s dream self noted. She was looking through the eyes of a seventeen-year-old at the body of a seventeen-year-old dressed as a baby lying in a crib. She sat up in order to get a better sense of her surroundings. As she shifted her weight underneath her bottom she heard a distinct crinkling sound. It was just then that she noticed her diaper. It was just like the diapers that Amanda wore. It fit her snugly and was oddly comforting. She wondered if she was experiencing through her dream what it was like to be Amanda. Everything looked huge from this new perspective. The nursery looked enormous. If she stood up, she doubted that her head would reach above the railing on the crib. Yet somehow, she felt strangely soothed. Dwarfed by her surroundings though she was, she felt oddly comforted. She lay back down and put her thumb in her mouth, instinctively. The scene faded to black.
The next scene that faded in was one Jess couldn’t make sense of. She was still lying in a crib, still sucking her thumb, and still wearing a snug diaper, but she was not in the Roberts’ house. The room surrounding the crib she was in was her own room in her own house. She recognized all the Britney Spears posters on her wall and her desk. The crib she lay in was where her bed was supposed to be. Where her red oak dresser used to be there was a pink-painted pine changing table completely stocked with disposable diapers, baby wipes and powder.
Then her dream became stranger. Elizabeth, her fourteen-year-old sister walked in and stood at the railing of the crib, staring down at her.
“Hi there, baby girl” Elizabeth cooed as she lowered the crib railing. “You’re awake, I see. I just thought I’d come up and see if your diaper needed changing.”
Jessica could hardly believe her ears. She realized that since she was apparently sleeping in a crib, sucking her thumb, and wearing a diaper, that it was entirely possible that her diaper needed changing. Still, didn’t Elizabeth remember that Jessica was three years older than she was? This was all very strange. Nonetheless, Elizabeth coaxed her out of the crib and onto the changing table across the room. Just as Elizabeth removed the tapes and pulled the front of the diaper from between Jessica’s legs to rest on the changing table was Jessica startled by the sound of crying.
Jarringly awoken from her strange dream, Jessica became aware of her surroundings. She realized that the crying she was hearing was Amanda via the baby monitor. As she got up to go to the nursery she realized she was sucking her thumb in her sleep. She removed her thumb from her mouth and wiped it on her shorts. “What a strange dream!” she thought to herself.
Upon entering the nursery, she lowered the crib railing and picked Amanda up to realize that she was in need of a diaper change.
“How ironic,” thought Jessica. She carried Amanda over to the changing table and lay her down. She was extremely self-conscious as a result of the weird dream she just had. She changed Amanda’s diaper, trying not to think about what she had just seen. She looked at the clock. It was now eight-thirty. The Roberts would be home in an hour and a half. She decided it was about time the two of them had some dinner. She carried Amanda into the kitchen where she placed her in her high-chair while she fixed her a bottle of formula. She microwaved it for a minute or so, then tested on her wrist to make sure that it wasn’t too hot. Picking Amanda back up, she carried her over to the couch where she fed her the bottle. After finishing the bottle, Jessica put Amanda in her playpen in the living room so that she could fix herself something to eat.
After making herself a sandwich and having a glass of milk, Jessica returned to the living room to find Amanda playing with some blocks in her playpen. Jessica picked her up and then carried her over to the couch where she held her and turned on the television. The two of them sat like that until about 9:30 when Amanda fell asleep. Jessica carried Amanda back up to her crib and tucked her into it. She was about to head downstairs when the package of diapers caught her eye. “I doubt the Roberts will notice if I take one or two.” Jessica thought to herself as she took two of Amanda’s diapers out of the package and brought them downstairs where she stashed them into her purse. Just as she was zipping her purse, the Roberts walked in the door.
“Well, hello.” Jessica said half-nervously, wondering if Mrs. Roberts had caught a glimpse of the diapers in her purse as she zipped it.
“Hi Jess,” Mrs. Roberts replied cheerfully, “I hope we didn’t startle you. How was your evening?”
“Oh, no! It was just fine. I put Amanda back in her crib about half an hour ago. She was an angel as usual.”
“Oh that’s good to hear. Here’s the money for this evening. Thanks so much once again for your help.”
“Oh it was my pleasure.” Jessica said as she grabbed her purse, took the money from Mrs. Roberts and headed out the door.
Having checked in on her sleeping Amanda, Mrs. Roberts glanced at the package of diapers and a smile of growing comprehension appeared on her face.
“John, honey,” she said to her husband in the other room.
“It looks like Amanda’s almost out of diapers, would you mind picking up some the next time you go to the store?”
“Sure thing, dear.”
“And there’s a moral to this story. Or there was supposed to be a moral to this story. But, because I’m dyslexic, it is, in fact, a marble.” - Eddie Izzard
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Diapers for Jessica
Arriving home, Jessica went straight up to her room. It was just as she remembered it. No changing table, no crib. That was a relief. It was not, however, devoid of diapers. There were two in her purse, which she took out and threw under her bed.
Slightly ashamed of what she had done, and still a little nervous that Mrs. Roberts might have seen them in her purse before she’d gotten it completely zipped, she decided to block the incident from her mind. School was out for the summer; there was a lot of fun to be had this summer.
Jessica decided the best thing she could do was go to bed. With any luck her mind would be a little clearer tomorrow. She undressed, put on a summer nightgown and lay down to go to sleep. “Everything will be better tomorrow” Jessica told herself.
Whether or not that was true would remain to be seen. She drifted off to sleep and her thumb drifted comfortably back into her mouth as she slipped into the land of dreams.
Like when she fell asleep at the Roberts’, her dreams began with a series of incoherent images such as tigers playing banjos that gave way to a more sensible story, even if Jessica’s conscious mind couldn’t necessarily make sense of it.
This time, it was if she were filming a movie. The “camera” suddenly zoomed around her room like a homing device set on “diaper.” As if it were possible, her dream was even stranger than the one from the past afternoon. Whatever she was seeing through the eyes of attracted the diapers to its hand as though they were magnetic. The next thing she saw was the sheet fly off from on top of her. She was about to be diapered. But this time it was her grown, seventeen-year-old body and not some strange mixture of her mind encased in a real baby’s body.
The angle changed, and what she saw was unbelievable. It was her mother who was about to diaper her. She unfolded one of the diapers and lay it down on Jessica’s bed. Next she grabbed Jessica’s ankles and lifted her bottom from the surface of her bed while she slid the diaper underneath. Then she laid her back down upon it. Next her mother sprinkled Jessica’s diaper area with baby powder and rubbed it in. She pulled the diaper up between Jessica’s legs and taped it into place. She saw herself sit up on her bed as her mother brought her a pink t-shirt that showed off her midriff and, rather obviously, her diaper. Her mother stood her up, took a good look at her, and then hugged her tightly, patting her diapered bottom lovingly. “You’re such a good baby girl.” her mother told her.
Her mother took her hand and led her downstairs in just her t-shirt and diaper as if that was perfectly normal. This dream was certainly strange. Her mother led her to the table where there was a highchair waiting for her. The tray was removed and her mother picked her up and placed her in the chair, strapping her in and then replacing the tray. Next a bib was tied around her neck and some jars of baby food placed onto the tray.
“Elizabeth, please come feed your sister.” Jessica heard her mother say. She was mortified. Not only had her sister apparently seen her in her diapers she was about to spoon-feed her while she was sitting in a highchair. Elizabeth came into the room and pulled a chair up to the highchair that Jessica was sitting in. Elizabeth opened the first jar and began to spoon-feed her sister.
Much to her surprise, the self sitting in the highchair ate the baby food without any protest, as if she knew she were a baby. Just as she finished eating Elizabeth wiped her mouth, rinsed out the jars of baby food, took Jessica’s bib off and let her out of the highchair. Elizabeth went to the fridge and got a bottle of juice and led Jessica over to the couch where she sat down and beckoned Jessica to where she lay with her head in her sister’s lap and thirstily sucked on the bottle. She was just finishing the bottle when she heard her alarm clock go off.
Jessica awoke, startled, to find that she was once again in the room of her seventeen-year-old self. She was not wearing a diaper and she had not been bottle-fed by her sister. She was however, once again, sucking her thumb.
Jessica learned instantaneously, however, that the hardest thing to do was to put something like this out of her mind. She got dressed and went downstairs to watch television. She turned on the news. She figured that the news was least likely to show anything diaper related. Still, she was so self-conscious she felt like she had “diaper girl” written across her forehead in permanent marker. Elizabeth came into the room and sat down beside her sister.
“Since when did you start watching the news?” Elizabeth asked.
“There was nothing else on.” Jessica replied with a forced cool.
“Not usually when I start watching the news, but to each their own I suppose. I’m going to see what’s for breakfast. You enjoy your news.”
Just as Elizabeth got up and left Jessica to her news watching the television cut to commercial. Much to Jessica’s chagrin, it was an advertisement for Huggies diapers. Just what she needed. However, instead of changing the channel, she sat there almost mesmerized by what she saw. The babies looked so adorable and happy parading around in nothing but their diapers. She had a mind to run upstairs right now, close and lock her door and try on one of the diapers she had snuck from the Roberts’ the night before. Just as she was about to get up, Elizabeth intruded into her thoughts.
“Breakfast is ready, it’s waffles.” she said.
“Oh. Thanks.” replied Jessica, trying not to sound as startled as she felt.
Heading to the table, Jessica tried to shake herself from her reverie. She grabbed some waffles and the butter and syrup. She began to butter her waffles feeling the most self-conscious she had ever felt. She poured the syrup onto her waffles and nearly
spilled some all over her top.
“Are you ok, Jess?” her mother asked. “You seem really distracted this morning.”
“Yeah, Mom. I’m ok. I guess I’m still tired.”
“Perhaps. By the way, Mrs. Roberts called and asked if you’d baby-sit for Amanda again tomorrow evening between 5 and 10 so that she and Mr. Roberts can go out to a dinner that his company is hosting.”
At the mention of the Roberts’, Jessica felt a pang of guilt at having snuck two of Amanda’s diapers and she wondered if either Mrs. Roberts had seen them or, if she had, what she thought of her.
“Sure, Mom, I’ll let her know that I’ll do it.” Jessica replied.
The rest of the meal went by in silence. Jessica tried not to make eye contact with anyone as she ate her waffles and drank her milk. She got up from the table, cleared her place and tried as nonchalantly as possible to walk slowly up to her room as if nothing were waiting up there for her.
Walking into her room, Jessica stealthily closed the door and locked it. It was the first day of summer vacation. She knelt next to her bed and removed one of the diapers from underneath it. She stared at it in her hands as she felt it and turned it over in her hands. She set it on her bed as she unbuttoned her shorts and let them fall too the floor along with her panties. She grabbed a blanket to lay over her on the bed in hopes to muffle some of the noise. She lay down and spread the blanket over her. She took the diaper and unfolded it, then lifted her bottom so she could put the diaper between it and her bed. She lay her bottom down and brought the diaper up between her legs. It was a little too small for her but she managed to get the tapes onto the front of the diaper. It was extremely snug, but technically it “fit.”
Feeling the diaper against her skin was the most amazing thing she’d ever felt. She kept moving her legs to hear it crinkle just like Amanda’s. She was unable to describe the feelings going through her as she lay there in the diaper. She would need to find some to fit her better, that’s for sure, but in the meantime these would suffice. She got out of bed and walked to her mirror slowly, reveling in each step as her diaper crinkled. The sight in the mirror caught her a little off guard. For some reason, though it made no logical sense, she did not expect that she would see exactly what she’d been dreaming about. She somehow thought that her image wearing a diaper in a dream would be different from her image wearing a diaper in real life.
Excited beyond belief, she got down onto her hands and knees and began crawling around her room, paying no attention to how loud her diaper actually sounded. It was as she was doing this that Elizabeth emerged from her room across the hall and started to head downstairs. Upon hearing the crinkling, she paused. She listened at Jessica’s door, puzzled, for about five minutes. Then, shrugging, she headed back downstairs and paid it no mind.
Too wrapped up in her new-found joy to even notice that her sister had been standing outside her door for five minutes or more, Jessica continued crawling around he room. She stared at her reflection in the mirror, sucked her thumb, and laid on her back and played with her feet like real babies do.
By this time it was almost lunch and she figured she’d better actually show her face around the house lest someone think she were up to something. Not wanting to take her diaper off, she decided to be extra-careful. She grabbed a pair of denim shorts and pulled them over her diaper, not thinking to check for a bulge in the mirror. She put on a shirt just long enough to cover her waist. Shrugging, she headed out her door and downstairs for lunch, not paying mind to the fact that the waistband of her diaper would show if she bent over.
Walking carefully down the stairs, she was now even more self-conscious than she had been before. But at least, now she had something legitimate to be self-conscious about. She was actually wearing a diaper. Instead of feeling self-conscious, however, she felt exhilarated. Of course, she practically had to learn to walk again. There was a big difference between wearing a thin layer of cloth and a thick bulky diaper between your legs.
Walking into the kitchen, she noticed that Elizabeth was the only one making lunch. All the better, she thought. The last thing she needed was to get noticed by her entire family. She decided she would make herself a ham sandwich. She took the ham and cheese out of the fridge without much trouble. She put them on the counter and went to get the bread, lettuce and a tomato.
“What are your plans for summer, Jess?” Elizabeth asked.
“Oh not much. I’ll probably spend most of it babysitting like I do every summer.” replied Jessica as she bent down to get the lettuce and tomatoes out of the drawer. Her shirt lifted and the waistband of her diaper was briefly glimpsed by her younger sister, Elizabeth, who went wide-eyed.
“That sounds like fun. Hey, can you hand me the mustard?” replied Elizabeth.
“Sure thing, sis.” said Jessica as she leaned to the far back of the refrigerator looking for the mustard. Her shirt lifted again and if there had been any doubt in Elizabeth’s mind about Jessica’s diaper it was quickly dispelled. Coupled with a subtle crinkle when she straightened back up and an obvious bulge, the confusion from earlier this morning cleared in Elizabeth’s mind, just to be replaced with new confusions. Shrugging it off for now, she smiled, hoping that her understanding would continue to grow. Jessica sliced the tomato and ripped some lettuce for her sandwich, completely oblivious to what Elizabeth had seen and heard.
Still elated with the way the diaper made her feel, Jessica made her sandwich and put the leftover food back into the refrigerator. Standing behind her marveling at her diaper, Elizabeth waited to put the mustard back.
Jessica took her sandwich into the living room where she set it down on the coffee table and sat on the couch. She grabbed the remote. She flipped through channels until she found nothing on and then put on MTV. A Britney Spears video was just ending and they were about to cut to commercial. Just as the commercial was coming on, Elizabeth joined her sister in the living room with her lunch. Just her luck, it was an advertisement for Pampers. She wondered if Elizabeth could read “diaper girl” across her forehead now, but Elizabeth didn’t seem to give any sign that she knew that her sister was wearing a diaper. Music videos came back on and Elizabeth finished her lunch, and got up to go about her day. Jessica was still feeling too self-conscious to move, wondering whether her sister could or could not read her like a book.
Elizabeth gone, Jessica suddenly felt the need to pee. She got up and began to head into the bathroom when a voice inside her spoke up.
“Going to the bathroom? Aren’t you wearing a diaper?” the voice asked.
“Uh, yeah.” she heard herself answer sheepishly. she heard herself answer.
“So you stole two diapers from your next-door neighbor and you don’t plan on using them?” it asked.
“I didn’t steal them. I took them.” she replied defensively.
“Suit yourself, but don’t you think that since you’ll have to take the diaper off anyway you should at least wet it before you do, to get the experience? What are you so tense about? Just relax and let the pee flood your diaper. Babies wear diapers and they’re not self-conscious about wetting them, neither should you be.” the voice reasoned.
With that, the voice inside her head disappeared as suddenly as it had come and Jessica felt her bladder relax. As her warm urine flooded the diaper she felt a total relaxation. Any adult cares or worries she might have had were gone in that instant. Relaxed to the point of almost being in a trance, she walked upstairs to her room and lay down on her bed.
Instinctively, she put her thumb in her mouth and just lay on her bed in a state of utter elation for about twenty minutes, after which she decided she might want to get changed and rid herself of the evidence.
Jessica un-taped the diaper and slid it out from under her waist. It was at this point that she realized she didn’t have any baby wipes. Not wanting her panties to smell like the urine her skin was damp with, and having loved the experience of wearing and wetting the last diaper, Jessica took the other diaper out from underneath her bed and proceeded to re-diaper herself.
Freshly diapered and still a little elated from the whole experience, Jessica wondered what to do with the wet diaper she just took off. She couldn’t keep it in her room, because it would begin to smell. She had to dispose of it somehow. She grabbed a plastic bag and threw the diaper into it, throwing some garbage from her room on top. She then headed downstairs. On her way outside to the garbage can, Elizabeth stopped her to see what was up.
“Hey sis.” Elizabeth said.
Of all the times to be around, Elizabeth had chosen the worst all day today.
“What’s up, Liz?” Jessica asked.
“Oh, nothing much, u?” Elizabeth replied.
“Not much. Just cleaned my room and now I’m throwing out some garbage.” Jessica said slightly irritably.
“Fun” said Elizabeth, and she moved to get out of Jessica’s path. She chuckled to herself as she watched her sister’s diapered bottom walk out the door and to the garbage.
Having thrown out her first diaper and wearing her second, Jessica wondered how she would go about getting more. One option, though it made Jessica feel really guilty, was to continue to steal from the Roberts. Diapers made her feel really comfortable and happy; she didn’t want to have to go without them now that she had experienced their joy. “One step at a time” she thought to her self. “I’m babysitting tomorrow night, I might be able to sneak another diaper or two then.”
Until then, she would have to make due with the diaper she had on. Perhaps she could make it last the rest of the day.
She spent the rest of the afternoon watching movies and daydreaming. She wondered whether or not she would be able to keep up a diaper habit. There were just so many things to consider. Where would she get the diapers? Where would she hide them? How would she dispose of them? Could she avoid getting caught? If so, how?
Throughout the rest of the day her head was spinning. She spent an entire hour in front of her mirror modeling her diaper. She wore different kinds of shirts, no shirt, different bras, just to get an idea of what looked best with it. She ate dinner as quickly as she could just to get back to her room where she could kick back in her diaper and a t-shirt. She couldn’t believe how wonderful wearing a diaper made her feel. She crawled around her room for hours, finally knowing what it was like to be happy like Amanda in her playpen. Finally, all tuckered out, she fell asleep right on her floor.
This time, as her thumb slid gently into her mouth, she saw pictures of Amanda and her room and her diapers flash rapidly before settling into a narrative. When the actual story faded in, She craned in to see her hand held by her sister Elizabeth. She was dressed in a short pink dress that did nothing to hide her diaper underneath it. Elizabeth was leading her to her mother’s car where she was to be put in a car seat. This time, too, the big baby Jessica was going willingly, as if nothing in this situation seemed wrong to anyone. Elizabeth helped baby Jessica into the car seat as her mother came from the house and got into the car herself.
“We’re going grocery shopping, sweetie” Jessica’s mother cooed to her as she backed out of the driveway and drove off.
Pulling into BJ’s Wholesale Club, Elizabeth helped baby Jessica out of her car seat. Taking her by the hand, she led her into the store, her mother with the shopping cart following behind.
Once there, they headed straight for the baby aisle. Jessica could hardly believe what she was seeing. Walls of diapers as far as the eye could see. Her mother wheeled the cart towards them as Elizabeth led baby Jessica behind the cart. Jessica saw her mother pick out a huge box of Pampers Princess brand diapers. These, Jessica read, were for teens who still needed protection at times. She noticed that there were 96 diapers in the case. Seemed like she’d be wearing them for a while.
“These oughta keep my princess for a while” Jessica’s mother said.
“Yes, Mommy” baby Jessica cooed.
Next to go into the cart were baby wipes, lotion, and two packages of the new Carnation formula for teens. Her mother picked up a few other items in the store and then proceeded to the checkout. Just as she finished loading items onto the belt, Jessica awoke.
Jessica was surprised to see that she was still on the floor, and still wearing a diaper. “At least it’s dry.” she thought to herself as she pulled her thumb out of her mouth. "but these dreams are getting stranger and stranger.
Not wanting to waste a perfectly good diaper, she allowed herself to flood it before taking it off to shower. Hiding the diaper temporarily in a plastic bag in her closet, she threw her bathrobe around her loosely and went to take a shower.
Returning after her shower, she sighed with disappointment at having no diapers to wear. She hoped she would be able to get some soon. She was growing rather fond of the way they made her feel. Selecting a pair of briefs with matching bra, she threw on shorts and a babydoll tee and went downstairs to breakfast.
“Jess, sweetheart, Mrs. Roberts called while you were showering and wanted to know if you could watch Amanda all day today from about 2pm to 10 instead of just this evening.” her mother told her.
“Ok, Mom. I’ll call her back and let her know I’ll do it.” Jessica replied. Walking into the living room, Jessica picked up the phone and called Mrs. Roberts.
“Hello?” Mrs. Roberts answered.
“Hi, Mrs. Roberts, it’s Jessica” she said. “I just wanted to let you know that I’m more than happy to watch Amanda for you today.”
“Thank you very much dear. I’ll see you in a couple of hours.”
“See you soon. Bye.”
Jessica’s heart leapt with excitement. Eight whole hours of babysitting. She couldn’t wait. She figured she could probably sneak two or three diapers without Mrs. Roberts noticing. The thought of it exhilarated her.
She made herself some breakfast consisting of scrambled eggs, bacon, toast and orange juice and then washed the dishes. Then she watched television until about ten minutes to two.
“Mom, I’ll be next door for the day. I’ll be back around 10.” Jessica said as she grabbed her purse and headed out the door to the Roberts’.
“Sure thing, honey. Have fun.” Her mother replied.
She rang the doorbell and waited for Mrs. Roberts to answer. The anticipation was almost more than she could bear.
“Hi Jess, sweetie” said Mrs. Roberts as she opened the door to let Jessica in. “I’m so glad that you’re able to watch Amanda. She’s really fond of you.”
“My pleasure, Mrs. Roberts.” Jessica replied.
“I’ve left a little extra money in case you need anything during the course of the day. Amanda is in her playpen and she was just changed and fed, so it should be a while before you have to actually do anything. The emergency numbers are where they always are. Have fun!”
“Oh I plan on it.” Jessica thought to herself. She figured she could allow herself to snag three diapers from Amanda. After that she would really have to figure out a plan to get her own a little more honestly. She would be mortified if Mrs. Roberts thought her untrustworthy and didn’t allow her to baby-sit for Amanda anymore, or even worse that she was stealing diapers from her to wear herself. Still the utter ecstasy she experienced from wearing the diapers overpowered her. As if by a will not entirely her own she was propelled up the stairs to Amanda’s nursery. The first thing she noticed was that the Roberts had bought more diapers since she had last babysat. There were now 3 packages each containing roughly sixteen diapers each. Surely they wouldn’t miss three extra. She took three diapers from the bag and brought them downstairs. She put two of them in her purse and brought the third into the bathroom to change into. Deciding to forgo her shorts for a few hours, at least until it got closer to ten, she returned downstairs in her tee and her diaper, placing her panties in her purse and her shorts on top of them. Thusly attired she lifted Amanda out of her playpen and went to watch some television with her.
“Look, Amanda, Jessie’s wearing a diaper too, just like you!” Jessica cooed.
Amanda just smiled at Jessica and giggled.
Jessica and Amanda played a lot of babyish games like peek-a-boo and patty-cake as they watched Sesame Street on television. Then Amanda got put down for a nap and Jessica decided she was going to continue playing baby. She went back into the living room and crawled around in her tee and her diaper. She fixed herself a bottle of juice and lay back down on the floor. Just then a commercial came on the television that would change everything for Jessica.
“Is your teen still wetting?” Jessica heard the voice-over ask. “Some girls need a little extra protection well into their teen years. Here at Pampers, we understand. This is why we’re introducing new Pampers Princess diapers. Studies have shown that you shouldn’t pressure your teen to toilet train if she’s not ready. So, for the first time, Pampers is offering her a diaper much like that she wore when she was a baby. Thick and soft, Pampers Princess diapers are both capable of handling your teen’s messes and extremely comfortable. Pamper you teen; keep her happy and dry. Now for babies of all ages. Check for Pampers Princess diapers wherever Pampers products are sold.”
So excited was Jessica by the idea of getting diapers in her size that her bladder relaxed completely and her warm urine flooded her diaper. She was startled at first, but realized that the commercial was right. If she was not ready for big girl panties, no one should force her out of diapers. She decided she would go to the store tonight after the Roberts’ got home to buy them. She couldn’t wait. She decided she would put the two diapers in her purse back into Amanda’s stock because she was getting big baby diapers soon; she wouldn’t need diapers that were a little too tight for her. Just as she got the diapers returned to Amanda’s room she heard the Roberts’ car pull into the driveway. They were home early! She flew downstairs and just managed to get her shorts buttoned as the door opened.
“You’re home early!” Jessica said, trying desperately to mask her surprise. “I wasn’t expecting you for another few hours.”
“Yes, dear.” Mrs. Robers replied. “We were out visiting a relative and expected to be out well into the evening, but Mr. Roberts began to feel unwell so we figured we’d better come home. Did everything go ok?”
“Oh yeah. Everything was just fine. Amanda was an angel as usual.”
“That’s good. You can keep the extra money, dear. Thanks so much for your trouble.”
“Thanks so much, Mrs. Roberts. Call me whenever you need a sitter for Amanda in the future; I’m more than happy to watch her.”
Bending over to pick up her purse, Jessica’s shirt lifted to betray the waistband of her diaper yet again, this time to Mrs. Roberts, who said nothing as Jessica straightened back up and went home.
“John,” she said as her husband walked in the door, “I just witnessed the strangest thing.”
“Oh?” John replied.
“I think we have a baby for a babysitter.” Mrs. Roberts mused.
“What do you mean by that.”
“I came in the house just now and the living room smelled like a wet diaper, but Amanda was nowhere to be seen so I assume she was sleeping in her crib. When Jessica bent down to pick up her purse I noticed that she was wearing a diaper, probably one of Amanda’s. As she walked out I could make out the outline of her diaper under her shorts.”
“What should we do about this? Should we tell Jess’ parents?”
“No, I think everything will work itself out in due course.”
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Diapers for Jessica
Jessica walked back into the house and ever so carefully went up to her room. She opened her top dresser drawer and pulled out a manila envelope in which she kept the money she earned from babysitting. In it, she had about one hundred dollars she was saving for a rainy day. “Well, it’s not raining,” Jessica thought to herself, “but I could sure use this money now.” Deciding to wait until she got home to change out of her wet diaper and into a fresh one, she put the money in her purse and headed downstairs and out to her car.
Sitting down for the first time since she’d wet, she realized how close to leaking her diaper actually was. “Not much I can do now except hope that it doesn’t leak between here and the store.” she thought to herself. She put on a pair of sunglasses and backed out of her driveway. A wide grin spread across her face as she drove out towards the Baby Depot. It took her about twenty minutes to get there with traffic and all. She got out of her car and grabbed a shopping cart. Her heart was racing and she was immediately self-conscious. What if she ran into someone she knew? What if the Roberts were here shopping for Amanda?
The first thing Jessica did when she entered the store was to scope it out looking for people she knew. Seeing no one, she walked slowly to the diaper aisle, hoping that her heart would stop pounding. She walked up to the side of the aisle with the girls’ diapers and began scanning them for Pampers Princess brand. So busy with her scanning was she that she didn’t notice that a sales associate walked right up to her.
“Excuse me, miss, can I help you find something.” Nicole, the associate asked, scaring Jessica half to death and causing her to jump. “I didn’t mean to frighten you, I’m sorry.”
“No, it’s all right.” Jessica replied. “I’m looking for the new Pampers Princess brand.”
“Oh they’re on the end cap of the aisle. Because they’re so new we don’t have them with the rest of the diapers on the shelf. Sorry about that.” Nicole led Jessica to where the Pampers Princess diapers were located.
“Oh thank you.” Jessica said as politely as she could muster. She didn’t want the sound of her voice to betray how much she wanted Nicole to just go away and leave her alone so she could pick out her diapers and get the hell out of the store.
“They’re sized just like panties, so whatever size panties the girl you’re shopping for wears, that’s the size diaper she would best fit in.” Nicole chimed in upon seeing Jessica’s bewilderment before the stack of diaper packages.
“Thanks.” Jessica said, a little more irritably.
“Well, let me know if there’s anything else I can help you find.” Nicole walked back to the middle of the aisle to assist other customers. Meanwhile, Jessica located her size.
She looked at the package. Each one contained twenty-six diapers and cost fifteen dollars each. She picked up four packages and put them in her cart. In the aisle next to the one Nicole was standing in, baby wipes caught her eye so she strolled down the aisle to pick them up. She quickly found the baby lotion and threw some in the cart with everything else. Having acquired everything she thought she came for, Jessica headed towards the checkout. Standing behind a woman obviously shopping for a younger baby than she, Jessica spotted a pink pacifier with Minnie Mouse on it. She threw it into the cart, thinking it would be better for her than sucking her thumb every night.
As the woman in front of her pushed her cart away from the checkout, Jessica loaded her items onto the cart. She avoided eye contact with the cashier hoping she wouldn’t ask about the items. Her luck was running thin.
“Some lucky girl is back in diapers I see.” Jill the cashier said cheerfully. Why did they always have to be so cheerful? Why did they have to comment? Why couldn’t they just leave her alone. Jessica forced a smile and the cashier proceeded to ring up her items without further comment. “That’ll be $70.42 altogether.” Jill told Jessica. Jessica handed her eighty dollars in cash, took her change and headed for her car. She headed for her car as inconspicuously as she could manage. Sure enough, she managed to get her packages into her car without being seen by anyone she knew. She supposed the humiliation she suffered at the hands of Nicole and Jill was a small price to pay to not be caught by the Roberts.
She grabbed a diaper out of one of the bags and put everything else into the trunk of her car. “Time to get this diaper changed before it leaks.” Jessica thought to herself as she put the fresh diaper into her purse and headed to the Office Max next to Baby Depot. She located the bathroom and made a bee-line for it. Locking herself into a stall she pulled her pants down and un-taped the sopping wet diaper. And rolled it up. She then grabbed some toilet paper and wiped herself clean. That done, she opened her purse and pulled out her brand new diaper. She smelled it and it was almost as ecstatic as when she first put one of Amanda’s diapers on. She unfolded it and rubbed the inside of it against her cheek to feel how soft it was. The smell wafting from the diaper was ethereal. She was in heaven as she fed the diaper between her legs and sat down on the toilet seat lid to tape it up. She taped it into place. She looked down at her bottom to observe how snugly the diaper hugged her figure. It was perfect. As she stood up, she patted her bottom at a job well done and pulled her shorts up over the diaper.
The first thing she noticed was an increase in the thickness over the diapers Amanda wore and that she’d been wearing recently. She smiled to herself as she though that perhaps this would reduce the risk of leaking, though she would have to renegotiate the way she walked. Going from skimpy, barely-existent panties to a diaper then a thicker diaper wasn’t easy. It was going to take some skill if She were going to walk around in public and at home without being noticed. One thing at a time, though. Now that she was wearing a fresh diaper, Jessica could go back to her car and go home. She opened the door to the stall and stepped out. Placing the used diaper into the trash, she left the ladies’ room and headed for her car. Grinning ear to ear at her success, she got in and drove home.
As she got closer to home she started to wonder how she was going to get her things into the house without anyone noticing. For a while she could leave everything out in the trunk of her car if she had to but she didn’t want to have to do that long-term. Pulling into the driveway, it appeared that no one was home. Upon entering the house, she ascertained that fact before taking her packages out of the car and up to her room. “What luck!” Jessica thought as she lugged her diapers to her room. “I figured they’d all be home waiting for me in the living room.” Stashing her diapers and things temporarily in her closet, she lay down on her bed to catch her breath. As her heartbeat slowed, she ran her fingers along the leakguards of her diaper. The feeling of her hands tickled her inner thigh, but she was in heaven. And this time, she had diapers to change into for quite awhile.
“Ashley,” John Roberts said over dinner that evening, “what do you suppose we ought to do about Jessica? It’s really unlike her to do something like this.”
“Well, other than taking Amanda’s diapers she seems her regular old self, dear. I’m not sure what to do.”
“Don’t forget you saw her wearing one, Ashley. She’s seventeen, a little old for diapers, I think.”
“It’s probably just a phase she’s going through. After all, she spends so much time with Amanda she’s probably wondering what being a baby feels like. It’s tough to remember fifteen years later.”
“So you’re saying we shouldn’t say anything to her parents?”
“Well, she’s maybe taken three diapers from Amanda. If she’s curious, I’m ok with that. If diapers keep disappearing, then I suppose we’ll have to do something. For now though she is still technically a child, let her experiment. It hasn’t impacted her ability to care for Amanda. We’ve never walked in on her asleep on the couch in a diaper while Amanda was crying upstairs. Besides, there are far more harmful things for Jessie to be experimenting with. If I were her mother, I’d be much more comfortable knowing that she was hooked on diapers than on drugs. If she starts taking five diapers at a time, something that would actually be noticeable and financially detrimental to us, then I think we should intervene, but if it’s only one or two occasionally I can think of far worse things to happen, either to us or to her.”
“All right, darling. Whatever you think is best.”
Deep down inside, Ashley found the idea of Jessica having a thing for diapers incredibly cute. She wished there were something more that she could do for her. Sadly, until Jessica was capable of admitting what she wanted there was nothing anyone in the world could do for her.
Having eaten dinner with her family, Jessica nearly ran back up to her room and shut the door. She loved the way these new diapers made her feel. She felt protected from much more than just an occasional wetting. She unwrapped the pacifier she had bought and stuck it in her mouth. Taking off her shorts, she stood in front of her mirror for another hour admiring the baby saw in the mirror. She looked so cute and innocent.
At about 8pm, her reverie was interrupted by her mother’s voice calling up the stairs. “Jessica! Phone call!”
Scrambling to get her shorts back on over her diaper, Jessie wondered who it could be. She ran down the stairs, oblivious to any noise her diaper was making.
“Who is it, Mom?” Jessica asked.
"It’s Mrs. Roberts. She wants to know if you’ll sit for Amanda for a couple hours this evening.
“Hello?” Jessica said as she put the receiver to her ear.
“Hi Jessie, it’s Mrs. Roberts. Sorry about the short notice but I was wondering if you would watch Amanda this evening for a couple hours while Mr. Roberts and I go out to a movie.”
“Sure thing. I’ll be over in about 5 minutes.” Jessica said.
“I’m going next door for a couple hours, Mom. I’ll be back around 10.” Jess told her mother as she ran upstairs for her purse. Into it, she threw an extra diaper in case she needed a change. She ran down the stairs and out the door, slowing just as she got down her walk so as to walk ever so nonchalantly to the Anderson’s.
“Thanks again for sitting on such short notice, Jessie. We really appreciate it. Have fun with Amanda, we’ll be back in a couple of hours.” Mrs. Roberts said as she and Mr. Roberts got into their car and drove away.
Walking into the house, Jessica found Amanda playing in her playpen. She put her purse on the couch and then walked over to the playpen to lift Amanda out.
“I’m wearing a diaper just like you are, Amanda” Jessica cooed softly. Amanda just giggled and smiled up at her.
The evening passed quietly without incident until about 9:30 when Amanda suddenly felt the urge for a bowel movement. Just as she got up and headed for the bathroom, she heard that voice in her head again.
“Where are you going, little one?” the voice asked.
“I’m going to the bathroom.” Jessica replied.
“You just went and bought 100 diapers and you’re going to the bathroom?!?”
“You can’t honestly expect me to mess myself do you? I’m seventeen years old. I’m not a baby anymore.”
“Well then you’re not wearing a diaper just like Amanda is, are you? You’re a fraud. You’re prancing around wearing a diaper hoping to look cute, not caring that your whole conception of Baby Jessie is a façade. What’s it gonna hurt? There’s no one here but Amanda. Clearly she’s not going to know you’re to ‘old’ to be messing your diaper. Give it a try. You might just like it.”
Not wanting to be ridiculed by whatever voice it was speaking in her head, Jessica took her shorts off to be more comfortable, squatted and braced herself. Wetting herself was one thing, but after thirteen years of being toilet trained, messing herself was another matter entirely. Try as she might, nothing happened. Finally a thought struck her.
“Maybe if I get down on my hands and knees it’ll be easier.” she thought to herself. Lowering herself onto her hands and knees she was bewildered by what she was trying to do. Nonetheless, she was resolved to make a mess in her diaper one way or another. She pushed, then relaxed, then pushed, then relaxed. Slowly but surely her bowels emptied themselves into her diaper. A mixture of emotions flooded her consciousness at about the same time. She went form relieved to exhilarated to ashamed. Then reality sunk in. For Amanda to mess her diaper was one thing. She always had someone around who could change her. Jessica would have to clean this mess up herself.
Jessie proceeded to the upstairs bathroom where she grabbed a can of Lysol to spray the living room to rid it of the smell. Satisfied with her efforts, she turned her attention to the sagging diaper around her waist. Grabbing some baby wipes from Amanda’s room, she went to work on her bottom. Un-taping her diaper, she emptied the mess inside into the toilet and flushed it. She wrapped the diaper in itself and set it aside. Then with the thoroughness of only the truly paranoid, she attacked her nether regions with the baby wipes making sure that there was no mess on any spot of her body before she unfolded the fresh diaper and secured it to her. She replaced her shorts back over her diaper, grabbed the used diaper and walked downstairs to dispose of it in the outside trash. Just as she was returning from the outside garbage can, she heard the slam of a car door and realized the Roberts were home. After making brief small talk, Jessica grabbed her purse and headed home. On entering the house, Jessica found her mother in the kitchen washing the dishes.
“Hi, Mom” Jess said as she walked into the kitchen.
“Hi Jess.” Mrs. Anderson replied. “How was your evening?”
“Oh, the usual.” Jess said as she unwrapped a fortune cookie and opened it.
“Do not try and be someone you’re not.” The fortune cookie said. Jessica crumpled the wrapper and the fortune and tried throwing them into the waste basket near the kitchen table. Just as Jess bent down to pick them up her mother glanced over at her. If the white plastic waistband didn’t give it all away, the diaper-shaped bulge and the crinkle she made when she straightened up most certainly did. Mrs. Anderson, however, said nothing. “At least not yet.” she thought to herself.
As Jessica grew more and more comfortable with her diapered state over the next couple of weeks, she also grew more and more careless. Mrs. Anderson began to notice the complete lack of Jessica’s panties in the laundry. Jessica’s room smelled constantly like a baby’s nursery, and was beginning to take on the look of one, too. She often left her pacifier out on top of her dresser where anyone who walked into her room would see it, and left piles of unused diapers out in the open on her floor. She descended into a state of nonchalance about her diaper-wearing that could become dangerous if left unchecked.
As long as wearing diapers wasn’t effecting her ability to function normally, Mrs. Anderson and her husband John weren’t all that concerned. There would be a time when Jessica might be forced to choose between her baby self and her adult self, but it was likely a ways off. It was summer and she was capable of babysitting Amanda. Unless Jessica started regressing into an infant who needed constant care, thereby rendering her no longer a responsible teenager, Mrs. Anderson saw no reason to intervene. It was one thing for Jessica to have a fetish. People led perfectly normal lives while simultaneously liking diapers. True, Jessica not cover her tracks as well as perhaps she could, but anyone could slip up. It would be another thing altogether if Jessica lost control of herself and could no longer separate baby Jessie from adult Jessica. This was Jessica’s life, and no one could live it for her. If she preferred diapers to panties and could function as an otherwise normal adult in society, then she was better off than some who were delinquent but wore more “age-appropriate” underwear.
In the end, it would be Jessica’s choice whether to give up diapers or panties entirely and fully embrace the other. No one could make that decision for her. As her mother, Mrs. Anderson would do her part to make that choice as easy as possible for her, and would encourage her husband and Elizabeth to do the same. If Jessica made a choice, she would stand by it, even if that meant transforming her room back into a nursery and accommodating a seventeen-year-old sized infant. It was on the brink of indecision, staring into the precipice unable to choose neither one nor the other that she did not want to see Jessica go through.
As fate would have it, the longer Jessica wore diapers, the easier relieving herself became. She was babysitting for Amanda nearly everyday now that the summer was in full swing. Wetting in her diapers became almost second nature to her. Messing herself wasn’t the challenge it was the first time, but it still required some serious concentration and effort on her part.
The more time that passed, the more Jessica took for granted. Whenever she was at the Roberts watching Amanda, she was almost exclusively wearing just her t-shirt and a diaper until roughly fifteen minutes before the Roberts came home. While there, she messed herself just about once daily. Everything was going just fine until one evening a month after she’d started wearing twenty-four seven.
Lying down on her bed, she closed her eyes and relaxed completely. As warm urine found its way along the familiar path into her thirsty diaper, Jessica drifted off to sleep. The camera craned in from the sky down through her bedroom window to reveal Jessica sleeping soundly on her bed, uncovered, wearing a bra and a diaper, sucking happily on her Minnie Mouse pacifier. It was early morning, probably seven a.m. The angle swiveled and zoomed out to reveal that the person whose eyes she was looking through a minute ago were her mothers, staring down at her as she was sleeping. She said nothing, but pulled a chair over next to Jessica’s bed.
Jessica’s dream-self awoke, yawned and tried to get her eyes to focus. Once the blurry image before her registered as her mother, Jessica opened her mouth to scream. The only sound she heard was of the pacifier hitting her floor.
“Hush, hush little one.” She heard her mother say. “Mommy’s here.”
Jessica was terrified. And, just when she thought things couldn’t get worse, her bladder chose this particular moment, of all the moments in all eternity, to empty itself into her diaper.
“It’s okay, baby girl.” her mother said as she put her arms around Jessica’s shoulders. Jessica wrestled free of her mother’s loving arms and began to cry.
“I’m not a baby! I’m seventeen years old.” Jessica cried out through her tears in protest.
"It doesn’t look like you’re a seventeen year old to me, sweetheart. It looks like you’re about eighteen months old. You’ve just woken up from your nap and you need a diaper change and some breakfast. That’s why I’ve come to get you. I’m going to change you and then take you downstairs for some food, sweetheart.
“No! I won’t go!” Jessica cried out.
“Young lady,” her mothers voice was now stern. “You are coming downstairs for breakfast with me. You don’t have to have your diaper changed; if you’d prefer to stay in that wet one, that’s fine by me. But you’re going down for breakfast and you can do it with or without a spanking.”
“I’m not going!”
Without a second to realize what happened next Jessica was over her mother’s lap being spanked with a firm wooden hairbrush. She got a good fifteen swats. “There.” her mother said with a note of triumph in her voice. “Now you’ve got something to cry about. You’re going down to breakfast without another word, and you’ll get your diaper changed later when you’ve learned how to behave.” The scene faded out.
When the dream faded back in, Jessica’s cries were reduced to whimpers. She was strapped into a highchair wearing a bib and her sister Elizabeth was spoon-feeding her Gerber bananas from a baby food jar.
“What a good baby you are!” Elizabeth cooed to her. Jessica opened her mouth to tell her sister off but in that instant her mother shot her an “I’ll let your sister spank you if you misbehave” look. Sobbing, she ate the rest of her breakfast like a well-behaved baby girl.
“Elizabeth” Mrs. Anderson said, “If you’d like you can take the baby upstairs and change her into a fresh diaper. I think she’d like that. Wouldn’t you baby Jessie?”
Jessica said nothing. “Wouldn’t you, baby Jessie?” Mrs. Anderson repeated.
“Yes, Mommy.” Jessica sighed, knowing she was beat.
“That’s Mommy’s girl.” Mrs. Anderson cooed. “Oh, and Elizabeth?”
“Be sure to spank her if she gives you any trouble.”
“Of course, Mom.” Elizabeth grinned as she let Jessie out of the highchair, took her by the hand, and led her upstairs to get changed. Once inside her room, Jessica sighed with relief.
“I can’t believe all that just happened, like I’m some kind of baby or something.” Jessica said to her sister.
“Jess,” her sister admonished as she grabbed a fresh diaper, baby wipes and lotion, “just lie down on your bed so I can change you. I really don’t want any trouble.”
“Don’t want any trouble??? Who do you think you are, my older sister???” Jessica demanded.
With unbelievable agility, Elizabeth grabbed Jessica by the hand, pulled her across her lap, and sat down in the chair next to her bed all in one swift motion. Putting her right leg over Jessie’s left to render her unable to get out from her grasp, Elizabeth pulled off the sopping diaper Jessie had been wearing and, with a strength and force Jessica never knew she had in her, began to spank her.
Unlike earlier, Jessie no longer had a diaper covering her rump to absorb some of the shock from her sister’s swats. It took all of three swats from Elizabeth’s hand before Jessie was wailing for mercy, but Elizabeth was intent on teaching her a lesson she wouldn’t soon forget. About thirty swats later, Jessica felt Elizabeth’s body relax. As Elizabeth moved her leg out of the way, Jessie crumpled to the floor at her feet, sobbing hysterically in pain and humiliation. She trembled as her sister began to speak again.
“Now, I’m going downstairs for a few minutes. I’m going to use the big girl potty and then I’ll probably get something to drink. In the meantime, you are to have your cry and collect yourself. When I come back up here, I want to see the most cooperative baby girl ever, ready to have her diaper put back on.” With that, Jessie was left to her sobbing as she knelt on the floor, naked from the waist down.
Sitting bolt upright in bed, Jessica spit her Minnie Mouse pacifier clear across h