Something new I decided to try, really found the idea tempting. Hope you all enjoy! Feel free to leave feedback and comments. And also, at points in this story the realism factor may slightly jump a bit? But overall I plan to keep anything that could happen in this universe generally realistic, AKA no aliens/super powers, magic etc. Yet without further ado,
Sweet Desires
by Me
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Sweet Desires
1
Thump.
Thump.
Thump.
My heart was beating a mile a minute.
Did I seriously do this? I must be crazy! What would people think of me if they knew…What if anyone finds out?!
I was lost in my own embarrassing thoughts as I looked out the bus window. Just a little bit longer…and it will be time. The bus was synchronized with my panicked heart rate, seeming to hit every bump just as my own heart gave a thump. If everything works out, then this would definitely be my best vacation yet…as strange as it may seem. Yet I could feel as if everyone on the bus with me, were just prying into my own thoughts, as if, they knew what devious acts I was up to. But they didn’t, which kept my heart rate at a relaxing mile a minute, rather than a practical light year a second.
E-eighth grade has been tough? Yeah, that’s it. It’s just a way…for me to relieve stress. Who am I kidding? I’m such a freak…but I still want it so badly…
Everything was going to be all right. My mom wouldn’t be home until 4, I’d get home at 3, and it’s plenty of time to…hide…all my…purchases. I can’t believe I have done this…I can still perfectly imagine the internal struggle I felt when contemplating whether or not to hit the ‘purchase’ button. I felt terrible for doing it of course, as if I had done something wrong, but it excited me so much too… But I mean, it’s my money, right? So it isn’t that bad…just that, nobody can find out. NOBODY.
“Hey um, Yuu, are you alright?”
“Huh? What?”
I turned my head over to my friend sitting next to me, Kim.
“Wh-what? What’s wrong?” I asked, completely being lost just until now.
“Er, you were just seemed like you were thinking hard about something?” She gave a short laugh, “Am I like, interrupting you or something?”
“Oh, heh, no, I’m not really thinking about anything in particular.” I lied, “Just getting hyped to start my vacation.”
She let out a sigh of relief, reclining in the stiff bus seat as much as she could.
“Ugh, you have no idea how amazing it is to be done! And even better, we were able to make it out unscathed! No vacation homework!”
I couldn’t help but laugh and agree. School truly was a bore, it practically siphoned everything out of me every day.
“Yeah, it’s gonna be a good break, that’s for sure.” I couldn’t help but feel a bit awkward for knowing what I truly meant, with a double meaning of honesty, and a much more embarrassing one.
“Well listen, don’t forget to call me up! We should do something over the break for your birthday coming up! Oh and, this is my stop,” The bus then came to a gradual halt. “I’ll talk to you later! And don’t forget to get in touch!”
“Will do!” I shouted back to her as she stepped off the bus. While I am going to prioritize…‘me’ time for most of the vacation, I definitely couldn’t forget to do something with my best friend. And to be honest I almost completely forgot about my birthday, I was going to be 13 years old… 13 years…
With while my great friend, distraction gone, I couldn’t help but stare out the window even more, with my street just a few more blocks away.
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I stepped off the bus, and walked up the street to round the corner.
What if it’s not there?! What if my mom got home early…or the package didn’t come…what if it comes when my mom gets back?! And she sees?!
My worried thoughts came back to me, placing me in every worst case scenario possible. As the neighbors fence came to a closing end, and started to reveal the front of my house, my heart kept pounding as this moment was do or die, certainly I hoped to not be the latter. I braced myself for what I was about to see, first making eye contact with the driveway.
It was empty.
Phew! Thank God…one down…one more to go.
Our front porch was next, what I was scared of the most. Time felt like it was passing so slow, that everything practically stopped.
Please be there! Please be there!
I looked towards my porch in front of the door, and sat a large brown cube of a package.
It was there.
Yes! Yes! Yes! Thank God it’s here! I’m safe!
I had to hold myself back from jumping for joy, though I couldn’t do much from stopping the smile. But it wasn’t over yet, I had to get this upstairs and into my room and sorted before my mom could get home. The package seemed so large…with so many…in it…and it was all mine… I practically shivered with a chill, as I reality sunk in of what I had right now. There was no turning back, no, that choice was made long ago.
I unlocked the front door, and dragged the large cardboard box in. Thankfully for being an only child with just a mother, I didn’t have to be on the watch for anyone else. I dragged it upstairs and into my room, making sure to have grabbed a knife beforehand, to open the container of questionable merchandise.
On my knees and eye-level with the box, I took a deep breath and sliced the packing tape that kept me from what I desired the most.
Slice.
Slice.
Slice.
All that was left was for me to open the box. Without hesitation I opened the cardboard flaps, and with my new sight could only leave my inner child jumping for joy. Two large plastic packages sat in the box, both adjoined with a smiling face of an idolized figure by millions of infants, Elmo. The words on the packaging made me tremble with excitement as I read the labels.
‘Super absorbent!’
‘Long lasting protection!’
‘Day and night wear!’
‘Bonus 4 included!’
‘Hard stick tapes!’
80…80…all for me…I was ready to burst with happiness as I looked down on the infantile garments… A vacation of 80 back to back…diapers. I couldn’t help but feel like my excited feelings were a curse to be drawn towards diapers…but the feeling of having something to make me feel so small…it was indescribable. It was everything to me. And what made me even more happier was that I did not just get diapers…no there was more to it. This would certainly be my best vacation yet, and Elmo would be taped around my waist the whole way through it. I began to slice the dual packages open, and take out the thick padded underwear. I couldn’t help but smile even more when I got a look at it. The stretchy waistband of the diaper was a comforting and happy face of the infantile character, on a happy green field, bottle of milk joined on either side. A strip of soft green ran down each edge of the crotch, and all the way back up the rear. The waist sides were designed with a happy blue and green checker line to it. I was too excited, too overjoyed, and edging with excitement to put it on…the danger…the risk…the thrill…the softness…I was drawn to it like a bee to honey, a moth to light; I could not resist, and I had no intentions to.
I set aside the unfolded diaper, soon to be on, and I surfed through the rest of my purchase. My love for being an infant, it was definitely a curse at times. But…I loved it much more though, when I recognized it as such a…sweet desire. My heart gave a leap as I took out the two cases of diapers, to reveal what else I bought, which would only make the experience so much better.
Underneath I could see another plastic package, though completely white, took up the entire surface area of the box’s face. I couldn’t help but giggle to myself as I knew exactly what this was. Diaper boosters.
90 diaper boosters! I couldn’t help but fantasize about the unreal thickness these would give me…and 10 extra ones to boot. It was amazing imagining how thick it’d be with just one… With only one it can increase the absorbency of a diaper by 1.5 times its original capacity! And to use two… A smile found its way on my face again as I tried to comprehend the childish predicament it’d put me in. So helplessly thick…so helplessly wonderful. I took the boosters out to show me what was left, that would tie it all together. I couldn’t help but get something to seal the deal. At the bottom sat three articles of clothing that already made me feel small just from looking at them.
All three items, covered in pink, each with their own duty. I took out the footed sleeper first, ordered from a website that specialized in this sort of thing. The sleeper felt so soft, and was only more delightful when I saw the buttoned crotch on it, giving release to only my most childish aspect. I turned it around to get a look at the babyish ruffles sewn into the backside, sure to help accentuate the definite bulge that’d be filling it. I set the sleeper aside and dug out another interesting piece of clothing. It was a set of legless overalls with a net at the bottom to hold a large undergarment in place, and cover it from anyone to see. Though, not that it would protect the telltale bulge. There was a joke of a skirt attached to it as well, which made this item that much more alluring. It certainly did little to cover the diaper, and was sure to be embarrassing, giving it such a tempting feeling to buy. The thought of wearing it made me overjoyed at what I would look like. And finally, I pulled out the last article of clothing that was simple, yet one of my favorites. It was a snap-on diaper cover, crotch designed with the happy face of Hello Kitty smiling back at me. There were four buttons on each side of the waist to keep it together, and for sure wouldn’t be coming undone any time soon.
I took a deep breath, relishing everything now in my possession. Coming back to reality, I used the knife and slit open the package of diaper boosters, and took one out. It was a plain white, but felt incredibly soft with its outer cloth-like material. I set it aside with…my…diaper. I took both packages of infantile underwear and carefully hid them in my closet, under a bundle of old clothes and covered by an old box I completely forgot the purpose of. The package of boosters easily fit under my bed, and were discretely hidden by the bed skirt. I took my new…wardrobe as well, and hid it with the packages of diapers. Though I could only hope I had enough confidence in my mother to not suddenly change her routine, which is to simply only ever enter my room until she had to put some clothes on my bed. Other than that, I should be safe. Being quick, I used the knife to cut up the box, and slipped all the remains under the bed as well, something I could take care of later. Finally finished with all the grunt work, I once more with eager anticipation looked towards my soon to be fate, which would truly seal the deal.
I stood up to look outside my window, making sure that the driveway was still empty.
Driveway’s empty. Mom’s not home. Good.
Check.
Shutting my door, I knelt down again by the diaper and spread it out, making sure it was completely ready. I unstuck the parts of the inner leak guards that were stuck to the fluffy feeling pad, assuring that it was all stood up. I picked up the comfy feeling booster, and inserted it into the diaper, only lengthening the time I’d be wearing it for. My arms slightly shook as I was trying to believe I was actually doing this, as I unzipped my skirt and let it drop.
N-next my panties…
Grasping both sides, I lowered my final sign of adulthood down my legs, and trembled in excitement as I stepped out of them and knew of what was to follow next. Trying to maintain some level of calmness, I carefully positioned my bottom in the center of the diaper, sending an amazing feeling through my body as the comfy garment welcomed me. I laid down on my back, making sure it was still aligned, and carefully grasped the front of the diaper. I pulled the front up and over my crotch, already welcoming the sight of the happy Elmo, which only made me blush with happiness. Once it felt snug against me, I started with the left side, and unstuck the first lower tape, pulling as far as it could go towards the right in a suitable position. It stuck like instant glue, and felt sure to stay, never to go. I repeated this with the second and last tape on the left, and securely taped it onto the waist region.
Halfway there…
I mimicked what I had done to the right side, and carefully place the final tape.
I did it… I’m wearing a diaper…
I looked forward while still in a lying position to see my handiwork, clearly not that of a master, but certainly doable. As I began to stand up, the outer plastic shell began to clearly rattle, inviting a loud crinkly noise into the room. It was as if I were practically wearing a plastic bag around my waist, which was the best!
I was just about to sport a walk around my room, and let the whole world hear what I was wearing, but then I felt the apparent bulk between my legs. It felt so snug in all areas, a perfect fit, and the padded crotch was proudly puffed, but slightly caved inwards from my legs being so close together. I began a walk around my room, and couldn’t help but feel another drawing smile on my face as the crinkle combined with its grip on me both made themselves apparently clear. No matter what I did, squat, sit, walk, the diaper conformed to my every movement, and followed me every step of the way. I walked over to my dresser, and fished through all my clothing, searching for something I especially wanted to try.
Finding what I wanted, I pulled out a skirt from one of my drawers. Not just any skirt, one that was a few years old was what I found. My waist size hasn’t changed much in the past few years, but my height did though. Basically a short skirt to me now, I fitted it around my waist which unsurprisingly wasn’t hard, and zipped it into place. And of course, it wasn’t near as long as the one I was just wearing. The length was just enough to come over my diaper completely, which drove my imagination even further over the risk of being in such a fragile state of being exposed. With that I threw myself onto the bed back-first, and marveled over what I had done and what was going to happen, including my now flipped up skirt, exposing the happy face of Elmo to all of my room.
This is actually happening. I can’t believe it!
I opened my door finally, and walked downstairs in my crinkly attire, and fished out three water bottles from our untouched 24 pack, and set them all on the counter. One by one, I proudly drank them down, but had to stop at the third, as I only made it halfway on that one. I lightly ran my hand under the skirt and across the diaper, trying to imagine what’d be like to empty all that water into this. What was even more enticing about it was the fact that the diaper could certainly hold more…I did the numbers and research on the capacity, and compared it to the size of a regular water bottle, easily outmatching it. It was a matter of time now, and I would wait to enjoy the sweet feeling. As I stood there for a moment, contemplating the consequences of wearing this around my mom, those likely pressing issues felt like quiet echoes in the back of my mind. No matter how I could look at it, the pros clearly outweighed my mom. I walked back into the living room, plopping myself onto the couch where my laptop sat, turned it on, and begun to type away.
A small smirk formed on my face.
And now we wait.
I just loved the start to this. You are a very good writer.