None The Wiser

    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.

    They fit.

    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.


Chapter 2: Compulsion

Heather’s bright blue eyes glanced nervously from underneath her glasses. She saw that only a minute had passed since she looked last. Her eyes went back to watching the television.

Then back to the clock.

As much as Heather was enjoying her full diaper, the paranoia of her parents getting home early was only building the longer she sat trying to ignore the possibility.

Like the building urge to relive the bladder, Heather’s fear grew and grew until it was impossible to ignore. But unlike the problem she had recently found such a convenient and pleasurable solution to, there was no immediate relief to her growing anxiety.

Eventually this fear of an untimely discovery by her parents surpassed the enjoyment of her escapade and she resigned to cleaning up her mess.

But not before she sat down just one last time to feel the invitingly warm mound press against her behind. After all, who knew when her next opportunity to do this would be?

The thought both saddened and excited her. “While sitting in a full diaper is all well and good,” Heather mused, “nothing beats the sensation of actually filling it.”

With a pat of her fully loaded backside through her jeans, she realized at that moment just how ridiculous that thought was.

“I’m already eager to do this again and I haven’t even got my current dirty diaper off!” Heather smiled at this as she half skipped, half waddled to the upstairs bathroom.

When she stood before the mirror, she vigorously gave her bladder and bowels one last push. Only a small spurt of pee came out, warming her crotch slightly before slowly settling into the rest of the now thoroughly soaked goodnite. Carefully sliding her jeans to below her knees, Heather finally got her first unobstructed view of the used goodnite’s condition.

Any indication that she had avoided using a toilet to relive herself was well hidden while her jeans were on. Only after taking them off was it clear that Heather had made quite the mess of herself.

The once clean white and pink crotch of the goodnite had been replaced with a dark yellow hue that spread up to an inch below the waistband. Turning the position of her slender frame to see a side profile, Heather observed a clear bulge on her bottom that took on a brown coloration, while it sagged out and down, away from the regularly smooth curve of her butt.

In fact, the whole undergarment seemed to sag almost in defeat, being unsupported by her tight fitting jeans that sat on the floor around her feet. Heather realized if she were to have stayed in the goodnite much longer, or used it to any greater capacity than she had, it most certainly would have leaked all over the couch.

Grateful to whatever karma she had been bestowed, and in the interest of keeping her diapered endeavors a secret, Heather silently promised herself to be more cautious when making use of the other two goodnites at her disposal.

“Whenever that opportunity presents itself again.” She thought, dismayed by the implications.

The thought of putting on another one of her most prized possessions and wearing it while her family was home briefly entertained her mind, but was silenced almost immediately by the current task at hand. With a sigh, Heather gingerly tore the sides of her well used padding and began the tedious chore of a messy cleanup.

The seemingly obvious fact that using a diaper meant a change must eventually follow was not at the forefront of Heather’s mind when she first messed her goodnite, similar to how little thought of pooping her diaper existed when she first put it on.

Rather ironically, the unforeseen inconvenience of changing turned out to be much less enjoyable than that of the formation of its cause. “In short”, Heather thought “Messy diaper clean-ups stink!”

It wasn’t so much the actual smell or even feel of the cleanup that made it unpleasant, but the difficult nature of removing all the sticky waste from her backside without making a terrible mess of everything.

After what seemed like half of a roll of toilet paper and an excessive amount of time and effort later, Heather’s nether regions were acceptably clean, as was the bathroom and the hands that cleaned both.

All that remained of her abnormal experience was a double layered target bag package containing her used goodnite. Also a faint smell of hand soap that lingered on her hands, and an unshakable unease that followed her to the trash can in her home’s chilly three car garage.

As she buried the evidence, that unease somehow followed her inside the house and upstairs into her bedroom, where underneath her mattress lay hidden the two remaining goodnites folded next to each other.

To attempt to settle the unease of these loose ends, along with her overwhelmed nerves, Heather resorted to resuming the show she had started during her first interaction with using diapers. This turned out to be a mistake as the visual cue only reminded her of the shameful actions she had committed.

So Heather receded back to her room, laid on her bed, stared at the ceiling, and tried to make sense of everything that had just happened. After much contemplation, Heather finally came to the conclusion that she knew a few things to be certain.

One: She had fulfilled her growing irrational desire to use her a diaper as a toilet, at least temporarily. This meant going so far as to wet and mess in it.

Two: She had thoroughly enjoyed all the sensations that using the diaper had brought upon her, especially the wetting and messing of it, but definitely excluding the process of cleaning it up.

Three: She felt very ashamed of what she had done. Maybe out of some strange guilt to her parents and to society, but especially out of fear of them finding out what she had done. How might they react to her appalling actions? Heather couldn’t even begin to guess.

And lastly, Four: Beyond any doubt; She was most definitely going to try and do it all again.

But not now.

For the time being, she was content to relax knowing she had finally done what she sought out to for so long. Her parents were none the wiser to her antics for the time being, although Heather expected she couldn’t resist pushing her luck sooner rather than later.

But not now.

So when the garage door could finally be heard opening at precisely the time her parents told her it would be, and their voices sounded from the kitchen, Heather decided right then and there she would pursue this bizarre interest to whatever whim it brought her. She could not pretend to go back.

Not now.

With a great breath to collect herself, Heather began her decent down the stairs to greet her parents returning from their daytime outing.

She could only hope the new goodnite she was wearing under her pajama bottoms was as undetectable to her parents as she believed it to be.

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Curious to see where this leads. There is a lot of inner struggle and I think you captured what a lot of people go through pretty well, no matter what age they find this part of themselves out.

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“Can you come help me carry in some groceries sweetie?”

“Shit”, Heather cursed to herself. On top of her racing heart and flushed face, now she had to hope her new goodnite wouldn’t come loose or be seen in the routine yet uncharted process of casual physical activity.

Taking one brief glance down at her pajama pants and long baggy t-shirt, Heather convinced herself of the unlikeliness of that event. She was just being paranoid. “How can I ever use diapers practically if I can’t even bring in some groceries without panicking?” she told herself. “And anyways, a diaper is just like underwear you can relieve yourself in. You got this.”

Entering the foyer, Heather came upon her mother in her winter coat taking off some snow plastered shoes. Her glasses were still fogged over from the freezing cold air outside.

“How much is there to carry in?” Heather questioned in what she hoped to be a completely natural and not at all guilty voice.

“Oh it shouldn’t be too bad.” Replied her mother. “You know how your father isn’t the biggest fan of shopping, so we only got the bare essentials.” Heather received a sly smile and a wink from her mother.

Another head stuck itself rather comically through the doorway. “Only because I enjoy spending time with our lovely teenage daughter!”

Heather’s father now made his way inside and Heather couldn’t help but smile at his tragic yet somehow adorable attempt at comedy.

“Can you imagine it Cathrine? Leaving Heather at home all on her own for the entire day? Who knows what shenanigans she could get up too!”

It was only her father’s lighthearted yet unquestionably sarcastic grin that kept Heather from having a fatal panic attack on the spot.

“Oh stop it James, your scaring our daughter to death.” Chimed Cathrine, doing her best not to laugh. “She deserves a little time to herself with how well she’s been doing in school recently.”

“You know I’m kidding you two. And after all she’s definitely earned it.” James remarked, stomping his own boots on the rug.

Heather had always thought it was rather weird how often her parents referred to each other by first name. Maybe because they both considered themselves to be intellectuals? But now that she was secretly wearing what was essentially a diaper right in front of them, her parents odd habits suddenly didn’t seem so strange.

“Anyway” resumed Cathrine, “since your father just couldn’t wait to see you, you’ll need to make a run to the grocery store tomorrow. I have a list I can text you and I’ll be sure to leave some cash on the table for you to grab in the morning. Your father has a conference at the college until 8 tomorrow and I have a board meeting so I won’t be home until 7:00 ish. That means dishwasher emptied and laundry baskets upstairs.”

That means I have a chance to buy some diapers for myself! Heather realized.

“Got it?”

“Geez mom, let me get the groceries in first before you give me a days worth of chores!”

It was the middle of winter in the Midwest so Heather did the sensible thing and put on a coat and some crocs before slipping out the door.

Crocs would seem like an odd choice to wear out on the driveway but Heather was in the habit of doing it anyway. Besides, it was becoming more and more apparent to Heather that sometimes convenience beats sanity.

The wall of cold from outside hit Heather like a brick and an immediate nostalgia for her previous warm and used goodnite came to mind. While slightly cozy when dry and clean between her legs, Heather much preferred the sensation of a full diaper caressing her behind to a clean one. Still, as Heather bent to grab the few full reusable bags her parents used for groceries, the feeling of the soft padding was assuring to have.

“Not that many groceries?!” The lenses of Heather’s glasses began to fog like her mother’s on her first trip back inside. “What else could you possibly need me to get Monday?”

“With how fast your metabolism is dear, those groceries will be gone tomorrow!” Her mother replied.

It was true, and for once Heather didn’t mind. Normally she would fret about how she couldn’t gain weight if she tried, and how hard it would be to get her high school crush, Jason Davison, to notice her without a curve to be seen.

However it dawned on Heather at the moment that the operating speed of her digestive system did mean she would go number two more often. Normally this was also a negative, but Heather’s recent solution to this very problem had turned those tables in her favor. Not that any boy would date a girl in diapers. Especially Jason Davison.

Huffing and brushing away stray brown hair that found her mouth, Heather set the last bag in front of her mother with an exasperated sigh. “And you wonder where all those calories go.” There was a beat and then a smile formed between the two. “I’ll be in my room if you need anything else.” proclaimed Heather.

“I appreciate you dear.” Was heard from the hall but Heather was already in her room trying to remember what her full goodnite had felt like and scheming for when it could be filled again.


A sharp knock at the door brought Heather’s attention away from the exploration of her undergarment. With a deeper appreciation for her parents habit to knock and a check to make sure nothing was showing after her interrupted exploration, Heather sat up to the corner of her bed and grabbed her phone, as though she had been doing nothing but playing on it since retreating to her bedroom.

“Come in!”

Heather’s mother poked her head into the door frame. “Come set the table honey, dinner is almost ready”.

“Alright I’m coming” Heather responded with all the angst she could muster, lazily pushing herself off her bed and an inaudible crinkle following her backside to the dining room.

A few minutes of table setting later and dinner was served. Heather’s mouth watered as she gazed upon the illustrious bounty her mother had prepared. Crispy chicken with green beans and Heather’s favorite: her mother’s homemade cheesy potatoes.

“So, is all your homework done for Monday?" Heather stared blankly at her parents with a spoon full of potatoes in her mouth. “Uh huh” she mumble through a full mouth.

“What was that?" Her father asked.

Heather downed the potatoes. “I said yes”

“Are you sure?” pressed her mother.

“I’m sure Mom!” Heather made sure to roll her eyes. “I finished everything at school. It’s really not that hard.”

“Well is anyone bothering you at school?”

“No” Heather murmured.

That was a lie.

Lying was not a common practice for Heather, beside of course the whole diaper thing, but she really didn’t want her parents to make a scene. And plus she wanted to be able to handle the situation herself. “For Christ sake I’m seventeen going on adulthood.” Heather often told herself. “I should be able to handle that bitch Sarah Parker.”

“Any boys?” Her father asked smugly.

Heather blushed “I don’t have to tell you anything!” She wouldn’t really mind admitting her crush on Jason Davis of course, beside the guaranteed awkwardness, but neither parent pushed any more. They just looked back at their food and each other grinning.

Near the end of the meal and after a great deal of savoring, Heather’s father spoke up. “Tell you what, my teenage daughter, I’m in the mood for a bargain tonight. If you go set up a board game for us to play, I’ll do tonight’s dishes for you.”

Heather almost swallowed her spoon. No dishes?!

“Deal!” Said Heather almost immediately and jumped out of her chair “Just let me go run to the bathroom quick.” she shouted and began rushing down the hall.

“Can’t wait to beat you again!” Called her mother.

“As if!” Heather called back.

Entering the bathroom Heather shut the door and pulled down her sweat pants only to again realize what she was wearing underneath. An urge to pee was present but not pressing. She could put it off for a bit, maybe do it after the game, in the privacy of her own bed.

“That way I can enjoy it for a while.” Heather thought, pulling back up her jeans and ignoring her beckoning bladder. She pulled up the toilet lid and sat on it with her pants on and waited for what seemed like the proper amount of time before flushing, washing her hands, and returning to the living room.

After much internal deliberation on what game to play, Heather slid Sorry from the shelf and set it up on the coffee table. “Let’s get this over with. Sorry can’t that long can it?”

Suffice it to say…it took that long.

Around and hour in and no member of the Johnson family seemed to be in the lead. It was the stalemate of the century and Heather’s bladder was becoming more and more of a distraction. Her competitive nature blocked any idea of letting one of her parents win out of her mind, but it was apparent that she could not continue like this for long.

Heather’s focus was waning and it took more and more of her concentration just not to bounce up and down. An internal dialogue was beginning in her mind.

“So what’s the plan Heather?”

“Quick finish this game and go to my room to wet this goodnite.”

“Why wait?”

“I can’t wet myself in front of my parents!”

“How would they know?”

“Well what if it leaks?”

“It didn’t earlier today.”

“Well what if they hear it?”


“But it was hard to start going before!”

“Isn’t this why you were interested in diapers in the first place? So you could just go as you please?”

“I guess…”

“Just try it!”

“Fine, geez brain!”

But like before, Heather still struggled to relax enough to let anything go. Being in front of her family probably didn’t help. All her previous potty training were still rebelling against her and the muscles in her bladder refused to give.

After shifting positions to sit on her knees and make it easier to relax Heather was about to give up when a small spurt escaped. Trying not to think too hard about what was happening Heather drew a card.

Darn another 4. She needed a one or two to get her last remaining pawn out of the starting circle.

Her Mother drew. Another squirt.

Heather tried not to blush. Her father drew. A small steady trickle has now began and her crotch began to warm.

“Earth to Heather! Your turn to draw.”

The flow was now at full stream.

“Uh yeah sorry Mom.” Heather took a card. She smirked seeing it was a SORRY card.

“Yeah gosh I really am SORRY. My bad.” Heather made sure to add extra sarcasm to her statement as she replaced her mother’s pawn with her own. The stream was back to a trickle and quickly slowing. By the time it was Heather’s turn again the flow had stopped entirely.

She, Heather Johnson, a seventeen year old teenage girl, has just peed in a diaper in front of both of her parents, and neither had noticed a thing.

She sat back and felt the lukewarm padding squish against her butt. Once all of her…well most of her focus was back to the game, it was only a matter of time before her last piece was safely home. Not that skill has really anything to do with the game of Sorry.

“Victory is mine!” Shouted Heather jumping into the air cheering. Her mother stuck out her tongue and her father just shook his head in disbelief. “I was SO CLOSE!” He exclaimed. “Ah well, it was good game regardless.”

They shook hands. “Winner cleans up the board though!” and just like that her father was out of sight.

“Don’t look at me.” Said her mother. “But you should really get to bed after your done. That game went a little longer than I would have anticipated. It’s nearly midnight.”

Heather pressed her thighs together.

“You don’t have to tell me twice. Winning takes a lot out of me.” Heather couldn’t help but grin at her mother. Catherine just scoffed and left her daughter to clear the board.

Once the game was finally put away, Heather rushed to her room and quickly shut the door, leaning against it and sliding to the floor.

After a quick inspection of her cooling goodnite, Heather quickly traded her jeans for a pair of pajama bottoms and jumped into bed, relishing in the privacy the blankets provided.

It took a good five minutes before Heather’s heart rate was back to normal. Once she convinced herself her parents were in bed she let out a breath.

The thrill of secrecy still lingered in Heather’s head, but after a few halfhearted prods at her soggy padding, exhaustion caught up with her and an exhausted Heather let her head hit the pillow.

The blur of the days events passed by her. In a single day Heather had indulged in her lifelong curiosity.

She, a perfectly healthy seventeen year old girl, had in one day, tried on and used two diapers, one by herself and one somewhat less messily in front of her parents, and was presently laying in the latter that she had no intention of changing out of until completely necessary.

Smiling at her good fortune, Heather had one last thought before closing her eyes, “I wonder if there is anyone else in town like me.”

The thought resonated for a moment but exhaustion won over and for seemingly the first time in her life, Heather was completely content.

The sky opened up outside and snow began to fall gently. The girl, more happy then she had ever been, drifted off to sleep.

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I would be commenting, but I’m just waiting to see where this goes. It’s started off fairly standard as far as this type of story goes, and that’s fine. You’ve got a lot of different directions for where you could take this. Does she get caught? Does she meet someone else like her? Does she just enjoy it all by herself? Or is there some crazy other option?

I like that while she’s right-away gone for diapers, you’re not rushing too much to get to the next interesting scene. More of that is good. Let us really get to know Heather.

I’ll probably just keep dropping likes until I think of something to say.
Carry on.