I originally posted this just on one other site, but I thought I’d share it in some other places and see if I couldn’t get more feedback elsewhere. It’s my first real attempt at writing an AB/DL story that didn’t have some other theme or plot (That is, an AB/DL themed sci-fi adventure or AB/DL spy thriller,) it’s just pure AB/DL and light bondage content, so I’m eager to get as much feedback as I can in how to improve my style.
“So you’re all checked in and ready to fly?” Jenny asked the computer screen, grinning at the image of her boyfriend from across a couple state lines. “The weather isn’t going to be an issue?”
“They said the storm was clearing up nicely, boarding starts in a couple minutes,” Mike replied, his grin somehow audible through the tinny computer speaker. He was quite a bit taller than the diminutive Jenny - Almost a foot and a half over her, putting him at six foot three, and his short cut brown hair and constant broad smile gave him a constantly charismatic appearance.“Are you excited for me to get home?”
“I always am,” Jenny told him, running a finger under the waistband of her jeans and feeling the metal and plastic beneath it, a slightly foreign object that she’d gotten used to over the past week. “Though maybe this time a little more than usual.”
Mike laughed. “I’d bet. Have you- Oh, it looks like they’re calling for us to start lining up, I’ve got to go. Thank you so much, sweetie, I’ll see you in a couple hours. You’re still picking me up, right?”
“Of course,” Jenny said, nodding even though she was alone in the room. “See you soon.” Mike hung up, leaving Jenny looking at her own image in the webcam for a minute: A redhead with slightly past shoulder length messy hair, a button nose, freckles that stubbornly refused to go away well into her mid twenties and had to be covered up with makeup, and bright green eyes. Of course the webcam didn’t show much from the neck down, or else her small frame, large breasts, and lack of clothing above the waist would have been visible.
This had all started two weeks ago. With Mike’s birthday coming up, Jenny had asked him if he wanted anything special to commemorate the date. It had taken a little coaxing, but after a while she’d finally managed to get him to confess to one of his biggest fantasies.
Jenny had been a little surprised to hear what it was: Chastity was something she’d heard of before, once or twice, but not to the extent that Mike had been talking about. He’d said he wanted to have Jenny totally locked away from herself, not just in a chastity belt, but fully dressed as an innocent little girl, one who he would get to release, one lock at a time, until he had her totally undressed and naked on his bed, pleading for him to take away her innocence.
Of course, Jenny wasn’t innocent. The two of them were both very sure of that, they’d been dating for far too long for there to be any doubt. Furthermore, the idea of being trapped in girlish and juvenile clothes the way he had described wasn’t appealing in the slightest to Jenny, and when he mentioned having on diapers beneath the clothes, Jenny had felt downright grossed out. Even plain chastity play wasn’t exactly her cup of tea, she liked her sex regular and rough, and when Mike was out of town she had no qualms about handling things herself to fill the gap.
In the end, though, her desire to see Mike happy had won out, and she’d compromised. He had a week long business trip that would end the night before his birthday, and so she’d let Mike pick out a chastity belt for her, and the day he left they made a little ceremony of his locking her up, with the promise that he’d return in a week to let her out. It wasn’t quite the whole fantasy he had described, but it was enough to make him plenty happy.
Going a week without sex of any kind had been even more frustrating than Jenny had expected, and she was horny enough to consider buying a pair of bolt cutters by that afternoon, but she knew that Mike would be home in just a couple hours and then he’d help her out with that particular problem.
Of course, Mike didn’t know what the rest of his surprise was just yet, but that’s why it was called a “Surprise.”
In the week while he was gone, Jenny had done some shopping online, a little research, and planned out everything perfectly. She wanted his birthday to be perfect, and so she’d gotten it all planned out just right.
Shutting her laptop and kicking off her jeans so that she was left wearing nothing except the tightly locked chastity belt, Jenny got to her feet and strolled to the bedroom. Her apartment had no windows except in the bedroom, and that one was covered up by blinds and curtains, so she didn’t need to worry about any voyeurs. She just had to get properly dressed, and then she could wait an hour or so and go pick up Mike from the airport. Boy, would he be surprised.
Sliding out a box from underneath her bed, Jenny popped it open and scanned the contents before she saw the first thing she was looking for. Well, the first three things: A trio of thick, white diapers with teddy bears decorating the front. She was told the teddy bears would fade if they got wet, but that wasn’t something she’d ever put to the test, so it was really a moot point. The sample pack had come with three, though, and so all three she would wear: This was a one time thing for Mike after all, no need to be wasteful.
Unfolding the diapers one at a time, she grabbed a tube of baby powder from the box and then laid down on her bed before trying to remember the instructions from the tutorial she’d found online. Two of the diapers had already been scored with a sharp knife on the back in preparation, so those she put on first. Applying a thick layer of baby powder, which made her cough as it clouded up around her, she pulled the first diaper between her legs, folded it over the chastity belt, and taped it snugly in place. A perfect fit, as it turned out. The next diaper went on just as easily, though the third one she had to tug on the tapes a little bit to get it to fit. By the time she was done, her legs were forced several inches apart, and when she sat up to go back to the box she quickly realized that any attempt to walk anywhere would be extremely difficult and probably end up more as a waddle. It was a good thing she only had to make it to her car and to the airport, and then Mike would be able to get her out of everything.
Grabbing the next item from the box, she held it up and paused. Once this went on, there was no going back. It was a pair of pink plastic pants, the kind used to prevent diaper leaks, though this pair had cartoon depictions of ponies on the front and a slot for a small padlock on the back. Jenny had the lock, Mike had the key. Once the cover went on, she’d be at his mercy to get it off - Which was exactly what Mike wanted. The helplessness, as he had explained, was the whole point. So, sighing and slipping the pink cover over her diaper, she tightened the waistband and then with a single, solid “Click”, the diapers were sealed between her legs.
But that wasn’t all, not by a longshot. Jenny wasn’t one to half ass anything, and with the diapers out of the way, the rest of the toys seemed like a breeze. The next things to go on were a pair of lacy pink stockings, with hooks which attached to the plastic pants to keep them pulled up her legs and - of course - locked on. Four quiet “Clicks” later, and those were in place.
Next came the onesie, something resembling a pink T-shirt (With pony designs matching the ones on the plastic pants,) with buttons on the crotch and a zipper up the back. Dangling from a red ribbon just above the breast there was a pink pacifier sized large enough for an adult’s mouth, pinned permanently to the Onesie as well. Jenny tugged it on, buttoned up the crotch, and pulled up the zipper - And, of course, that meant three more small locks. Over that went a pink skirt - Really more of a miniskirt than anything, it was barely six inches long - which also locked into place.
Doing her hair was a particularly fun touch, and one she didn’t even mind all that much: She combed her messy hair, braided it into pigtails, and then used two special pink clips which would also require unlocking to keep the hair braided rather than a ribbon or bow.
Getting near the bottom of the box, she pulled out a pair of white Mary Janes, with small locks hidden on the buckle. That was two more ‘Clicks’, and then all Jenny had left was the collar.
It was pink (Of course,) leather, and a little tight around Jenny’s neck, all of which were up to Mike’s specifications. It even had a small metal nametag on the front, with Jenny’s name stamped in place as well. Once Jenny had that around her neck, one final click of a lock signalled to her that she was all dressed and ready to go.
“Happy birthday, Mike,” She said to herself, checking out the whole wardrobe in a mirror. Standing was awkward - Her legs bowed out like a toddler trying to keep her footing, and even with the onesie keeping everything in place around her waist, the bulk from the triple diapers was enough that it would be impossible to totally conceal. The plastic pants rustled and crinkled beneath the onesie at every movement of her hips or legs, and when Jenny put a hand on the crotch of the diaper and rubbed up and down a couple times, she couldn’t feel a thing beneath all the padding and layers. Between the very girlish clothes, the obvious padding, her hair, and most of all her size, Jenny very nearly could have passed for a genuine toddler, albeit a particularly busty one.
It felt strange, to say the least. While Jenny was free to walk around and do whatever she liked, she was still trussed up like a Thanksgiving turkey, and there was almost nothing she could do about it until Mike’s flight came in. He was going to love it.
Hearing a beep, Jenny looked over to her phone where it was charging on her nightstand. A text from someone, apparently. Waddling over - Keeping a hand on the wall to keep from tripping - She checked it. From Mike.
Mike: (7:26 PM) Weather’s getting bad again, ice on the runway. Looks like the flight will be delayed until tomorrow. Sorry.
Jenny looked at the text, and then down at her clothes, and then back up at the text.
“Fuckin’ goddamn piece of-” Jenny swore, yanking at one of the pretty white shoes on her stocking-clad feet, furiously trying to yank it off. In order to even reach the shoe, she was lying on her back on the ground, one leg splayed awkwardly off to the side as she reached forward, since the triple-thick diapers made it difficult to reach otherwise.
She’d been at this for an hour - First she tried to claw off the collar, and then she tried to yank off the onesie, and then the little pink skirt, and then the shoes, and then all back to the beginning again. She was on her third cycle, and in addition to getting pretty tired, she’d been getting more and more vulgar as the minutes had passed with absolutely no effect on any of the clothes.
She’d even gotten clever, and tried getting a pair of scissors from the kitchen, but to no avail. Her scissors were old and a little dull, and she’d gotten high quality clothing which was, if not indestructible, at the very least it was extremely cut and burn resistant.
“Stupid blade-proof damned- Aaugh!” Jenny shouted to nobody in particular, lying back on the wood floor and doing a mock falsetto impression of her own voice as she stared at the ceiling in frustration. “‘Oh no, Mikey dear, I don’t need a spare key, I trust you! What could possibly go wrong?’ Stupid, stupid, STUPID!” With no other punching bags within easy reach, after each ‘Stupid’ she slammed a fist into the crotch of the immoveable onesie. It was a testament to the thickness of the padding beneath that she couldn’t feel a thing from the impact.
Jenny finally sighed, out of energy to try and fight her cloth and plastic prison. It was just for one evening, Mike’s flight would probably come in the next morning, and then she’d be fine. She’d be unlocked from all this crap, in bed with Mike, wrapped up in his arms and feeling him press deeper and deeper into her-
“And fuck this stupid chastity belt, too!” Jenny screamed, banging both her fists against the floor to her side in a small emulation of a toddler’s tantrum.
Sitting up, V-legged since she couldn’t close her legs enough for anything else, she rolled her eyes as she caught her adorable image in the mirror. She couldn’t decide if it was worse or not that she looked totally cute in the little girl clothes - On the one hand, at least she wasn’t wearing something totally hideous or gross, but on the other, it meant she had a hard time even taking herself seriously.
Grabbing the bedframe for support, she started to stand up. “Well, at least I didn’t go with Plan A and handcuff myself to the bed,” she mused, as she got shakily onto her feet, took one step forward, lost her footing, tripped backwards, and landed on her butt. Again, the padding was such that she felt nothing from the landing, though she smelled a slight puff of baby powder and heard a noisy crinkle to accompany the loud “Thud” when she landed.
She was glad that her apartment had thick walls and non intrusive neighbors. Aside from the sound of her landing, anyone who was listening in would had heard - In specific, and extremely vulgar detail - exactly what she was wearing, how much she hated it, and how much she just needed a good lay after a week without any stimulation between her legs more intense than a showerhead.
This was not her first fall after trying to walk, or even her tenth. Several of her attempts to take off some of the clothing had been standing, and she had also needed to walk to the kitchen to get her scissors when she tried that. In fact, the walk to the kitchen had resulted in almost a dozen falls almost on its own. It wasn’t just that her legs naturally spread to nearly a ninety degree angle when she tried to walk, but that was a big part of it. On top of that, though, her floors were all polished, smooth wood, and the Mary Janes she wore had no traction. (The soles were actually slippery and slick to the touch, just another fun addition from what Jenny now called the “Cock-sucking piece of shit bondage crap-factory”.) She’d occasionally had trouble keeping balance on her smooth floors while just wearing fresh socks, but between the diapers and the shoes, it was all but impossible.
She was hungry, though, and she didn’t feel like tripping her way to the kitchen. Chewing her lip as she thought, Jenny tried to puzzle out how she was supposed to get around her apartment until Mike got home. Walking to the elevator and then to her car would be fine - On pavement, the floors wouldn’t be nearly so slick, and neither would carpet - but inside her apartment, she couldn’t figure out how she was supposed to…
“Oh, you’ve got to be freakin’ kidding me,” Jenny groaned, as she realized the solution to her waddling problem. Rolling over from her seated position, she put out her hands, pushed up onto her knees, and got an all fours. With that done, she started crawling out the door.
It took a minute to get used to - Her heavily padded butt waggled in the air a lot more than she had thought it would, some adjusting was needed so that her knees didn’t hurt right away, and the rustly crinkling from the plastic pants seemed almost as loud as some of her tantrum had been, though in reality it obviously wasn’t, though it was still loud enough to be painfully obvious even if you weren’t listening for it.
Still, crawling on all fours to the kitchen was a lot faster and easier than waddle-trip-walking would have been, so Jenny decided to call it a win. Well, maybe “Win” was too strong a word, but she had managed to get to the kitchen without getting whiplash from falling on her ass so many times, so that was a positive.
Reaching up and grabbing at the counter with one hand and the fridge door with the other, she managed to pull herself to her feet and, with a little effort, open the door to peek in. She was in dire need of going grocery shopping, so the pickings were pretty sparce.
“Let’s see, I’ve got… Milk,” Jenny noted. “And… Cranberry juice. And some butter. Yay.” Then, spotting a box of leftovers in the back, she reached for it and added, “Ooh, what’s thi- Ew, ew, ew…” The leftovers were over a month old, and smelled like mold and sweat. Wrinkling her nose, Jenny closed the box and put it back, shutting the fridge door.
With the fridge a bust, she instead used both hands to slowly move her way down the countertop before reaching the cupboard where she had some dry produce stored.
Or, at least, where she was supposed to have some dry produce stored. “Um… A tub of oatmeal. When did I buy this?” She shrugged, though - It wasn’t like oatmeal ever expired, after all. “And… Hmmm… Unlabeled bag of what looked like a chewy peppermint candy of some kind, some dried fruit, more dried fruit,” (Leftovers from preparation for a camping trip they never went on,) “And… Okay, I think that chocolate bar belongs into the museum. Why the fuck didn’t I go shopping today when I had the chance?”
Still, she had the makings for an edible dinner, so with much waddling and slipping between the stove and the pantry, she put a little something together. With no sugar to speak of, the oatmeal had to be sweetened with the old fruit, and with nothing else to eat, the dried fruit also served as the side dish. She tossed out the chocolate bar.
Ten minutes later, Jenny had a big bowl of crappy oatmeal, a slightly smaller meal of the slightly less crappy fruit, and a tall glass of cranberry juice to wash it down. “Dinner of freakin’ champions,” She muttered, severely disappointed with how her evening was going so far. Instead of getting off the chastity belt and having hot, sweaty funtime with Mike, she was locked in more layers than ever and sitting down to a crappy dinner. She couldn’t even sit comfortably - The padding was large enough that it spilled over the edges of the narrow chair, making her squirm, crinkle, and occasionally puff out a little bit of the smelly baby powder as Jenny wriggled to try and find a comfortable way to sit down.
At the very least, the oatmeal wasn’t as bad as she had expected,and she went back for seconds, cleaning out the pan along with the rest of the food she had in the house. The fruit was actually pretty good too, and she read the label on the package as she munched on it, sipping the cranberry juice every once in awhile. “Hmm, ingredients… Dried plums, sugar, spices. Plums. Huh, I apparently like plums. Weird.” She emptied that bowl too, leaving the house totally devoid of food, except for the milk and a little butter.
Putting her bowls, glass, and silverware in the washing machine, she reached for the soap and found that it, too, was missing. “So, I need to go grocery shopping after Mike gets home tomorrow, too,” she muttered to herself. “Whoopty-fuckin’ doo.”
It occurred to Jenny, as she unwrapped the peppermint candy from the cupboard for dessert, that she had been swearing an awful lot that evening, to which she said aloud, “Like I give a shit, nobody’s listening. And I talk to myself waaay too fuckin’ much, anyways.” She smelled the candy to make sure it hadn’t gone bad or anything, and it smelled minty and fresh, so she popped it in her mouth and bit down. Sure enough, it was pretty minty, soft, a little chewy, and…
Jenny’s eyes went wide and she tried to hurry to the sink, slipped when she forgot to grab a handhold, and fell on her butt, biting down hard on what she had thought was candy. Scrambling to her feet, she fell again, and then finally managed to clamber up towards the faucet, spitting out what was left of the minty goop in her mouth and making a gagging noise. Turning the faucet on and spraying it directly in her mouth, she spat again, and then again, trying to wash out the remnants of residue still left in her mouth.
“Dammit!” She yelled, as she turned off the faucet and made an icky face, pouring another glass of cranberry juice (And finishing the bottle) to wash out the taste in her mouth. “Who put a freakin’ hand soap in the cupboard?”
Jenny couldn’t sleep.
Not much had happened in the past few hours: She’d watched a little TV, browsed the internet, played a game on her phone, and generally tried to forget her current predicament as much as humanly possible. It wasn’t easy, but she had kinda sorta kept herself from worrying about her stupidly cute clothes. A particularly saucy Old Spice commercial had reminded her of the chastity belt, to her annoyance, but she’d switched to NPR and gotten her insupportable horniness under control.
At ten, she’d gone to bed. It was a little earlier than she normally did, but she was tired and had nothing better to do. And that’s when she started having trouble sleeping.
There were a couple problems: She was used to taking a shower right before bed, for one, and her body didn’t like the idea of sleeping without washing up first. She was also used to having a little fun before bed, too, but that was something she’d had a week of practice ignoring.
More noticeably, her preferred sleep clothes were typically something along the lines of nothing, or, in the winter when it got very cold, she might put on some panties. Jenny had soft sheets and softer blankets, so she saw no real reason to bother with PJs that would just get between her and the soft, warm bedding.
Which meant that getting to sleep fully clothed, with shoes and everything, was proving to be all but impossible. The padding made it extra difficult, she was normally a side sleeper but was finding that with almost six inches of absorbent material between her legs to keep them spread, her choices were limited to either her back or her stomach.
At midnight, she’d tried her usual remedy for sleeplessness: She got up, crawled to the kitchen, heated up some milk on the stovetop, and drank it down. Maybe a bit of a childish remedy, but it had always worked for her in the past.
This time, all it accomplished was getting her last clean glass dirty, and half an hour later she was lying in bed with a new problem: Now, she had to pee.
While in theory Jenny knew that she would have to use the diapers before Mike got home, she wasn’t about to go down without a fight. Pissing herself was, in her mind, about as gross and disgusting as things could possibly get. While Mike probably wouldn’t mind coming home to find her diaper sodden and smelling like a truck stop men’s room, Jenny would mind quite a bit.
Since she couldn’t sleep anyways, she tried some other things to relieve a bit of the pressure. She couldn’t pace back and forth, so she crawled in circles instead, padded butt waggling in the air as she crawled laps around the living room. That helped a little, so she turned the TV back on to take her mind off of things and, in absence of anything to snack on, got a glass of water. In the late hour, with the building almost entirely noiseless, the TV was almost eerie in the way it piereced the silence, but An hour of crummy infomercials went by, and then she couldn’t keep herself distracted anymore, so it was time to try something new.
Holding herself was totally out of the question, of course. She tried it anyways, applying pressure to the seat of her diaper in an attempt to emulate the classic “Gotta pee, gotta pee” pose, but that was impossible. The other usual remedy, crossing her legs, was equally impossible, all thanks to the thick layers of diapers.
“Dang it,” Jenny swore, her language a little toned down from earlier. "I am not going to piss myself. Not going to happen.
Steel returning to her as she braced herself to keep from having an accident, she sat on the couch for almost five minutes, just focused on the task of keeping her ever-fuller bladder from spilling into the diapers.
Clearly, though, it was a losing battle. Jenny got back onto all fours, getting a new idea. She was getting pretty fast at crawling by now - It only took about ten seconds for her to clamber to the bathroom, drag herself up to the sink, and start looking through the medicine cabinet.
It was only sensible, after all - Jenny hadn’t once wet the bed since she was three years old. If she could just get to sleep, she’d have nothing to worry about, right? If nothing else, it was almost three thirty in the morning, and the logic made sense to her drowsy brain.
Finding a little bottle of Ambien, she popped two of the pills into her hand, crouched a bit so that she could drink water straight from the sink, and swallowed them both.
“There,” she said. “Problem so- Whoa!” Trying to turn off the faucet, her hand slipped and she lost her grip, tumbling backwards and landing for the twentieth time on her crinkling butt. This time, though, she lost more than just her footing in the fall.
Landing with an all-too-familiar “Thud,” she puzzled for a second why the pressure on her bladder had suddenly vanished, and then her eyes widened with horror as she felt a sudden wet warmth spreading in the diaper, absolutely flooding the padding with most of a day’s worth of fluids. The diapers were well suited to the task - In fact, even just one diaper would have been able to hold it all with room to spare - and wicked away the moisture almost as quickly as it spilled out of Jenny, making the diapers swell only slightly relative to how puffy and big they already were.
Jenny was rendered speechless, making a few choked stammering noises but unable to form any words, even angry vulgarities to describe the situation. She wasn’t mad, she was just grossed out and humiliated: There she was, V-legged like a toddler on the bathroom floor, dressed in a pink costume that wouldn’t have been out of place at a two year old’s birthday party, sitting three feet from a toilet as she helplessly soaked her diapers.
As full as her bladder had been, it took almost a minute before the torrent slowed and finally petered out, and Jenny did nothing to try and stop it sooner. The damage was already done, no need to stay uncomfortable when her diaper was already going to be soaking wet.
Once the trickle finally stopped she pulled herself to her feet, noting that the diaper sagged just a tiny bit more between her legs when she stood. She turned off the faucet, put back the ambien, and then lowered herself back to all fours so she could crawl back to bed. Crawling was a tiny bit less crinkly this time around, though however much quieter the crinkle had gotten, the obvious “Squish” with every movement of her hips and legs filled in the gap.
Getting back to her bedroom, she noticed the red light flashing on her phone, indicating that she had gotten a text. Crawling into bed and laying on her stomach, propped up on her elbows as she unlocked the phone, she saw it was from Mike.
Mike: (4:05 AM) Hey babe. Call me when you wake up. Missing you.
Since she was still up, Jenny tapped his picture on the phone, dialing his number. The phone rang three times, and then Mike picked up.
“Hey, Jenny, what are you doing up so early?” Mike asked, sounding pretty sleepy himself.
“Couldn’t sleep, I was just up… Using the bathroom,” Jenny said, only half lying. No need to spoil the surprise, after all, and it wasn’t like telling Mike would get him home any sooner. “What’s up, sweetie?”
“Bad news,” Mike said, sounding disappointed. “Weather’s getting worse. All flights are cancelled tomorrow until at least six in the afternoon, probably later. I’m going to see about getting a rental car once the place opens up, but with the roads as bad as they are I won’t be home until late tomorrow afternoon. You doing okay?”
Jenny looked down at her outfit, eyes lingering on the adorable pink ponies on her onesie, hearing a slight jingle of the collar’s nametag as she turned her head back to the phone.
“Wish you were here,” she said.
“Me too,” Mike agreed. “Are you staying dry?”
Jenny froze for a second, wondering how Mike could possibly know, and then she finally heard the patter of rain against her window. “Oh… Heh, yeah,” she said, glad that Mike couldn’t see her blushing. A sudden yawn coming on as the Ambien kicked in, she added, “Stay safe, okay? I want you home, but don’t do anything to crazy on the road.”
“I won’t,” Mike said. “Love you. Kisses?”
“Kisses,” Jenny agreed, smiling a bit as they both hung up. Even with the bad news, talking to Mike had cheered her up. That night had been a low point, but now that her diaper was all wet, it couldn’t possibly get any worse, right? And even with delays, Mike would be driving in tomorrow and home by late afternoon.
As she started drifting off to a well needed sleep, Jenny couldn’t help but smile. Things had to get better tomorrow, there was no doubt about it. And it wasn’t like things could get any worse!
“S’still have’to go grocery shopping tomorrow,” she mused, very sleepily wondering how she would hide her clothes as she got some food. She had to eat, after all.
The dried plums had been good. She decided to get some more of them.
Yup. Nothing could possibly get any worse. Absolutely nothing at all.
When Jenny woke up to an acute discomfort in her belly, the sun was peeking through her thick curtains and the birds had long since stopped chirping. She had rolled on her stomach in the night, and her pillow was pooling with drool. Her hair, fortunately, had stayed relatively neat thanks to the clips locked in place, keeping them in nice pigtails.
Raising her head slightly, it took her a few sleepy seconds to remember why she was lying on her stomach, why she was asleep in her clothes, and why it felt like a cold, damp pillow was wrapped around her crotch.
“Freakin’ Ambien,” she muttered, looking at the clock and seeing it was just past Eleven, several hours past when she normally woke up. Yawning once, she stretched, rolled over, and sat up, blinking a few sleepy thoughts away. Her diaper felt heavier and soggier than it had when she went to sleep, but she chalked that up to paranoia. It wasn’t like she had wet the bed, right? And after all, she didn’t need to pee when she woke up, so it couldn’t have been a bedwetting problem. If the diapers sagged more notably between her legs, that was just another weird coincidence.
She felt another cramp and winced, putting a hand to her gut. “What the…?” She muttered aloud, confused. She hadn’t felt any need to go the night before, but this already felt pretty acute. She chalked it up to coincidence, she could usually hold it for a couple days if she really had to, she could definitely make it until that evening. She’d just put up with cramps for an hour or two, they’d go away, and she’d be fine.
Rolling out of bed, she crawled to the bathroom, drug herself up to the sink, and got ready for the day. She felt sweaty and gross from being unable to take a shower, and the odor of stale urine followed her wherever she went, but she barely noticed the crinkling or the squishy noise any more, and she was at least able to wash her face and brush her teeth.
With no breakfast to speak of, she just had a glass of milk, though without a clean glass she had to pour it into a sports bottle and drink from the little straw at the top.
Sucking on her bottle as she crawled back to the fridge, putting the little bit of milk away, Jenny glanced between the full dishwasher to the empty fridge, then sighed. If she had just planned ahead a little better she could have spent the whole day at home, but because of her irresponsibility, now she had to go out and get some food.
Mulling it over as she suckled on the bottle, she decided what she’d do. Crawling on three limbs to her clothes closet, she awkwardly got to her feet using the closet door handle, grabbing a long trenchcoat with a waistbelt. She hadn’t worn it in months, and the weather was warm enough outside that it would be uncomfortably hot, but it went down to her ankles and would conceal any bulk around her midsection. Her stockings and stupid cute shoes would be visible, but that was an affordable level of exposure.
It still wouldn’t cover up the pink collar on her neck, though, with its nametag jingling away as she crawled. For that, she found a thick wool scarf, which would do the trick nicely. And, just for identity protection, she grabbed a pair of big sunglasses, too, so nobody would be able to tell who she was.
Pulling it all on awkwardly, having to roll around on her back and wave her legs in the air a bit to get fully dressed, Jenny stuffed her wallet and keys into a pocket on the coat, then headed to the door. Pausing, though, she glanced to the bathroom, where a big basket of dirty laundry was sitting. Frowning, she thought about her predicament: It had all come about because she was unprepared. Laundry would just be one extra stop on the way to her car, that was fine. Crawling to the basket, she drug it to the door, pulled herself to the handle, and unlocked it.
Carefully, slowly, she peeked outside into the - thankfully - carpeted hallway. It was empty. Perfect. Crawling out onto the carpet, she pushed herself to her feet, wobbling for a second but managing to stay standing. Her legs were still awkwardly splayed out like a toddlers, even more so now as the padding had swollen from the moisture, but she had traction on the carpet, so she was able to waddle to the elevator and take the laundry basket with her without any tripping, slipping, or falls.
The laundry itself was easy - She just had to toss everything in the machine, (not bothering to separate whites and colors,) put a dollar in the soap dispenser, and very, very carefully turned on the machine. The dials to turn the machine on and off were right next to exposed copper pipe that ran the hot water to and from the washer unit. Near boiling water flowed through it, so you could easily burn yourself if you weren’t careful to avoid touching the pipe. Their landlord had said he would put some insulation in soon, but that had been a month ago and so far, no repairs. She nearly brushed a few fingers against the pipe when she doubled forward from another cramp, but she didn’t.
And since she didn’t burn her hands, and it certainly wasn’t going to come up later on, she disregarded the issue and moved on.
Toddling back to the elevator, going up one floor to get to the parking garage. Thankfully, it too was abandoned, so she made it to her car without incident, wrapping the brown trenchcoat a little closer around herself as she got in her car, getting situated awkwardly. She was glad it was a manual - Having to use both feet would have been impossible, but with just one she could tilt her body a little to the side and reach both pedals just fine.
The local mall was also the closest grocery store, so that’s where she went, pulling into the closest non handicapped spot available and carefully stepping out onto the pavement. It was hot outside, and with the trenchcoat and wool scarf she was sweltering, but it was better than not having the trenchcoat and wool scarf. The pavement proved to still be stable enough for her to waddle to the door, using a shopping cart for support to mitigate the awkwardness of her walk. The collar didn’t jingle, at least, and the mall music covered up her triple diaper’s patented crinkle-squish noise. There was nothing to do about the smell, but the mall was just busy enough that it was difficult to tell who it was coming from, without being really crowded.
Making a beeline to the grocery store, Jenny went to town on her grocery budget. Enough canned and pre-prepared food to last a small apocalypse, plus the usual fresh food she normally bought. The store was mostly empty except for a few employees, not a lot of people went grocery shopping at eleven thirty in the morning, so she didn’t feel too embarrassed waddling around the store.
Remembering the last night’s dinner, she also went to the dried fruits section, looking for plums. A few minutes of searching went by, though, and she couldn’t find any. Noting a shelf stocker a little ways away, she leaned over, taking off her sunglasses a second to ask, “Uh, you know where the dried plums are?”
“Oh, uh-” The stocker hesitated for a second when he saw Jenny’s unusual clothes, the hot trenchcoat and scarf in the middle of a warm day, but then he turned back to the shelf, grabbed a package, and handed it to her. “Here you go. Middle shelf, right here.”
Jenny looked at the bags, frowning. “No… These are prunes. I wanted dried plums.”
The stocker nodded. “Yeah, dried plums. Those are prunes. It’s just a marketing label, ‘Dried plums’ sells better so some stores’ll relabel their fruit.”
“Oh,” Jenny said, getting a sinking feeling in her stomach as she came to a realization, followed by another cramp a little further down below her stomach. “Prunes. Right. Uh… Thanks. I think I’ll get these some other time,” she added, putting the package back as she got another cramp. She was beginning to realize that maybe, just perhaps in some version of the word, she had made a mistake.
Panicking, she suddenly knew that she needed to get home, quick. She couldn’t sprint away, but she hurried away nonetheless, stopping just long enough to grab a pack of dishwasher soap before hurrying over to the register, no longer caring about the slightly strange look that the stocker had given her.
Sunglasses back on her face, just in case, she practically tossed everything onto the belt as another cramp hit her. Getting home was the priority. It wasn’t that she was really going to shit her pants, but it would be easier to deal with the issue in a controlled, isolated environment.
“Are… you alright?” The cashier asked, sounding genuinely concerned as she swept the items over the scanner.
“Just… In a hurry,” Jenny said, scanning the crowd behind the shades, looking for the fastest route to the door. “Uh, credit,” she added, nearly throwing her card at the cashier once everything was scanned.
“Do you have a rewards card?” The cashier asked.
Jenny wasn’t sure, but now that she knew what was causing her cramps, they seemed to be worse. “No! Can we hurry this along?”
The cashier frowned, then turned to her cash register, tapped a small red button, and swiped the credit card. “Fine,” she said, “Your total is-”
“Yeah, yeah, I don’t need a receipt,” Jenny said, quickly tossing her bags in her cart.
“Okay, jeez,” The cashier said, taking a step back defensively. It was a little silly, she was almost eight inches taller than Jenny, but that wasn’t really relevant, Jenny just needed to leave and figure out how she was going to keep her diapers from getting any grosser.
As close to running with her cart as she could get, Jenny ran out the doors and past the scanners, speeding towards the exit, barely looking around the mall except to make sure she wasn’t about to run into anyone.
Halfway there, she heard a voice call out. “Ma’am?” But, she assumed it wasn’t for her and kept going. “Ma’am! Stop!” Surely that couldn’t be for her, right? “Stop!”
Jenny felt a sudden yank at the back of the trenchoat’s collar, which in turn pulled her off her feet. The shopping cart went speeding off and wrecked into a pillar, Jenny her arms get twisted awkwardly as the trenchcoat pulled away, and then she landed with an all-too-familiar squishy “Thud” on the mallroom floor, all but totally exposed.
At least she still had the scarf on, though the sunglasses had fallen off somewhere. And she hadn’t lost the fight to keep her diaper clean just yet.
Responding with anger to try and cover her embarrassment, Jenny whirled in place on the man behind her, who had grabbed her coat. “What’s the big fuckin’ ide- Oh…” she trailed off, looking up at the two beefy security guards standing behind her.
They both wore black uniforms with “MALL SECURITY” Written in white lettering on the front, and both wore expressions of mixed annoyance, confusion, and surprise. Jenny looked up at them, knowing that the scene she had made was almost certainly drawing stares from halfway across the mall, with all of the unoccupied shoppers now stopped to look at the girl adorned in adorable pink, adorable ponies, and adorable lace, pacifier dangling from the ribbon, with obvious diapers taped between her totally unhelpful skirt. Jenny blushed, feeling a sudden wave of humiliation as her face burned red.
And that’s when she lost the fight to keep her diaper clean.