I have a serious gripe with lack of high quality stories that focus on mostly the Diaper Lover elements of ABDL. Therefore I took it upon myself to prove those who said it could not be done due to a lack of “plot conflict” or some other nonsense. So without further ado, I present the start of my in-progress story: None The Wiser.
Chapter 1: Pilot
She was finally home alone.
As the house’s garage door slammed shut, Heather’s heart began to beat faster. All her planning and anticipation had come to this.
“Not yet” she told herself; there was a chance her family would turn around to grab something they had forgotten. “I’ll give it a half an hour. They won’t come back after that long.”
In the meantime she went over her metal checklist. “Garbage somewhat full, check. Plastic bags, check. Blinds shut, check. Clean diaper that might fit me upstairs, check.”
She looked at her watch, only twenty nine minutes left and she would finally know what it was like to wear and use a diaper.
Heather never knew how it started, her curiosity towards being able to use her pants as a toilet that is. Maybe it was that one kids show with the weird episode? Being potty trained too quickly? Too late? Some other strange event in her minds development where the concept arose?
Regardless, it was one of the most dreadful, shameful, and embarrassing secrets of her adolescence. It brought many a sleepless night wondering what in the world was wrong with her. Who in their right mind would want to go back to wearing and using diapers?
It wasn’t because she wanted to act like a baby. Heather knew that much from her online meanderings, which allowed for a little indulgence from an otherwise impossible desire. No, Heather could see the appeal of being an Adult Baby, but her interest was on using the diapers.
Heather always thought that being a seventeen year old girl and wanting to intentionally use diapers was definitely breaking some sort of social code. So no matter what, she wanted absolutely no one to know about her perverse fascination.
In fact, her parents finding out was probably her greatest fear. And anyways, Heather would actually find it much more enjoyment in being able to relieve herself under perfectly normal clothes with no soul have any clue to her taped on toilet.
Well, sadly the undergarment she had at her disposal at the moment didn’t have tapes, but it was the only kind of diaper she had access to that might fit. Stealing three goodnites from her younger cousin’s house was not an experience Heather wanted to repeat anytime soon.
A buzz from her phone brought Heather out of her contemplation. Thirty minutes had come and gone.
It was crunch time.
“Crinkle time more like.” Heather smiled at her own joke before swallowing her nerves and making her way up the stairs to her bedroom.
Once inside, she shut the door out of impulse and went straight to her bed, lifted up the mattress, and pulled out one of three of her most most coveted yet feared possessions.
She held it in her hands. The soft plastic goodnite was folded into a square and had purple and pink shading with a star in the middle, presumably a wetness indicator.
Heather took a deep breath and took off her jeans, then her underwear, pausing only to stare at the goodnite once more, before stepping through the leg holes and slowly pulling it up her hips and around her bottom.
Still in shock somewhat, Heather looked in the standing mirror at a walking contradiction.
There in full view was a tall and scrawny brown haired 17 year old girl with what amounted to a pull up drawn tightly around her backside staring right back. In all of her daydreaming, Heather couldn’t have imagined this sight. But here it was.
She was finally diapered.
The first ten minutes were taken to explore the new feeling of her padded posterior. Heather squeezed the material between her legs and ran her hand along her bottom. She reached her toes, walked around, did some jumping jacks. The goodnite held on.
Heather then stepped back into her jeans and walked over to the mirror to analyze her form. Even being completely self conscious and practically shaking all over, Heather couldn’t really see any of the goodnite bulge through her jeans.
She then began her decent downstairs. Besides a possible faint crinkle, she could only feel the foreign object she was wearing.
After another ten minutes of getting acquainted with her new undergarment, Heather was finally becoming more comfortable and relaxed. Her parents weren’t coming home for another five hours and she had the house to herself.
This meant she could move on to the next aspect of her plan. After all, she didn’t go through all the trouble of acquiring the goodnites just to wear them. What were diapers for, after all, but to use.
The need to relieve her bladder was present and after the rush of adrenaline that came with finally putting a diaper on, her need was only becoming more apparent. It was time for Heather to truly do what she had been waiting to for so long.
Despite her mission to relax, Heather started shaking with both anticipation and nerves yet again. She was only now beginning to understand that just letting go in the middle of her family room was not going to be easy. In fact, it was now apparent to Heather that nearly her whole life her body had been attempting to maintain the integrity to do the exact opposite of what she now wanted.
While this only got her more excited at the strange novelty of her situation, it made it even harder to try and relax. Taking a few deep breaths to steady herself, Heather came up with an idea.
She sat on the very edge of the couch much like she was sitting on an actual toilet, to simulate the open space of the toilet seat. After a minute of relaxation and frustration, she finally felt a warm spurt in her crotch region.
But Instinctively her body clenched shut.
Heather nearly cursed but took another breath and tried again. In half the time of the last attempt she felt another spurt before clenching up yet again.
“You’re so close Heather, just relax.”
Once more she relaxed her body and closed her eyes. This time almost immediately she felt spurt, and then another, and at once it was a warm trickle. That trickle became a hot flow and by the time she could fully comprehend what was happening, a moment of panic overcame her.
“What if the goodnite leaks and goes all over the carpet! How would I explain that to Mom and Dad!”
Heather tried to stop the flow but it was too far gone now. She stayed extremely tense as the remainder of her bladder emptied.
When the flow finally came to a stop, Heather opened her eyes and looked down. She didn’t see any wet spots. She patted the seat of her jeans. Nope, nothing.
Relived, (In more ways than one), she began to notice the sensations inside her diaper. A warm, damp, squishy, and slightly bulkier mass caressed her bottom.
Heather cupped her hand around her crotch. As she squeezed, a little urine escaped, tickling her before being reabsorbed into the now saturated padding. Overcome by these new sensations, Heather continued to poke and prod and squeeze her thighs together, obtaining any kind of sensory input she could from her wet state.
Walking back upstairs with a present warmth with every step, she confirmed in the mirror that even though her goodnite had gone through a major wetting, you could still se no bulge under her pants.
Giggling at the thought that no one would have noticed her wetting, she began to daydream about wearing and using her other goodnites around her parents or even at school.
Suddenly, in a rare moment of reality saturated by her greatest dreams, Heather remembered there were only two more diapers to use under her mattress.
“I guess I’ll just have to make the best of each one” she thought, realizing that would mean to continue wearing the currently wet one around her waist.
She didn’t mind for the moment, this would give her an opportunity to see how much they could hold. Not to mention that Heather noticed she rather enjoyed the feeling of the freshly used goodnite. With that thought she squeezed her thighs around it again.
Now that she had wet once Heather was eager to feel the sensation of wetting yet again, so she walked to the kitchen to grab some water, enjoying each and every step. Acquiring a large glass, she filled it to the top with water and chugged, letting a few drops fall from her chin in haste.
Once Heather was satisfied, she grabbed a granola bar for good measure and went to watch some tv to wait for her body to do its work.
Heather’s lower stomach brought her attention away from her show. Her eyes widened as another small movement in her abdomen made its presence known.
She had to poop.
The prospect both excited and frightened her. On the one hand she knew this is what diapers were for, not to mention she was curious what the sensation would feel like.
But in all her dreaming the simple fact that you can mess your diaper as well as wet it never came to mind. Filled with vigor from her recently successful wetting, she decided to swallow her fear.
“What better way to see if diapers could really replace the toilet for me is there?” Heather decided.
Standing up, Heather evaluated her bowels and this time opted to assume a squatting position. Unlike wetting her diaper, great physical effort was required to get things going.
After a few minutes of grunting and getting red in the face from effort, Heather was fed up.
“Maybe if I change positions it will make things easier?”
With that idea in mind, Heather got on her hands and knees, pushed her bottom outward and let out a grunt.
Suddenly, she felt something warm and solid begin to exit her backside. Fully invested, she pushed again and felt the log move some more. Stopping to take a breath, she panted, composed herself, and let out one final large grunt. With that, the mass fully made its escape and began to take up space in the seat of her pants.
Knowing she was not done, Heather slowly but surely pushed out more of her mess until she couldn’t push anymore.
Exhausted, Heather allowed her backside to touch the ground. In that instant, her whole world flipped upside-down.
The very firm excrement, being compressed between the floor and Heather’s bottom, squished like putty as it moved backwards, forwards, every which way around her nether regions. It was simultaneously the weirdest, most stimulating, and best feeling Heather had ever felt.
The smell of her freshly soiled diaper reached her nose but she didn’t care. If anything it added to the experience.
Here she was, a seventeen year old girl, perfectly healthy, sitting in a wet and freshly messed diaper she purposely made. And she loved it.
She squirmed in delight as the mess rubbed against her bottom. Up and down she bounced, feeling the mound change shape to better fit her seat. She even stood up and pushed again hoping to fill her goodnite even more.
The disappointment that she had nothing left to give dissipated when a somewhat naughty thought entered her mind.
She may not be able to mess more NOW, but she didn’t HAVE to change out of her diaper anytime soon. This put a grin on her face.
“That’s why diapers exist, so you can wait to deal with the bathroom? Right?”
Knowing she had at least a few hours until her family disturbed her, Heather was content to stay there on the floor, situated in her stinky state for the undecided future.
Bouncing in both enjoyment of her current messy state and anticipation for what was now possible, Heather looked down at her jeans that completely hid any visual trace of the dirty deeds she’d done.
No one could be the wiser.
Heather smiled. She could get used to this.