The Problem with Moody Little Sisters by Iceblumist610
After about five minutes cleaning her diaper area, five more cleaning the shower, and about ten getting denastified from her game, Jen emerged from the shower quite refreshed, if not quite as excited as before she went in. She put on a diaper with jeans over it to keep it in place until Kortney had a chance to tape it. She grabbed her dirty diaper and carried it out to the dumpster, then returned for her soccer uniform and headed down to Kortney’s room. She had intentionally not wet her diaper, and by the time she got downstairs, was in quite a hurry for Kortney to tape up her diaper before she wet herself. She quickly locked the door and took off her jeans. She held the diaper in place while Kortney taped it, and then she retrieved some athletic shorts from her bag (the only point for the jeans was to keep her diaper from falling off). Even as she was putting her shorts on, she was struggling against the desire to just let loose right then, but she wanted to see how long she could hold it before flooding her diaper. She sat down and started talking to Kortney about random things, pretty much whatever popped into her mind, meaning that the conversation shifted several times in a ten-minute span. At this point she was bouncing up and down on the bed, trying to avoid wetting her self. After about a minute of this, she got up, holding her crotch, and began hopping from one foot to the other.
Finally, Kortney grew tired of this and exclaimed, “Why don’t you get go. It’s not like it’ll do anything. Why are you doing this? You have a diaper and we have bathrooms. Pick one!”
“I’m just trying to see how long I can hold it,” Jen said, her hopping stopped, but still holding her crotch and shifting her weight back and forth.
Kortney just rolled her eyes and said, “You know what, you really are weird. Just go already!”
“Alright, alright,” Jen replied quickly. She had been in considerable discomfort for quite awhile, and she knew she was about to lose the will to keep trying anyway. She stopped swaying and relaxed, allowing the pee to flow out into her diaper, quickly becoming a torrent that almost overcame the pee-holding capabilities of the diaper. “Good thing we didn’t just get a store brand,” Jen thought to herself. She wanted to cherish every possible moment sitting in a wet diaper, and she did enjoy it a lot, but she also remembered that they had not gotten any lotion, and last time she had started getting a hint of a rash. That she did not want to happen again. So after a couple minutes of sitting in it, she asked Kortney to turn around, and she stripped off her shorts and diaper, pulling out a fresh one and holding it in place, asking Kortney to come over and tape it shut. She placed the wet diaper in a bag, which she tied shut and placed in Kortney’s closet, resolving to take it out after her next change. Constantly going out to the dumpster was getting quite tedious. After she re-clothed herself, both girls went upstairs and popped in a movie, Jen’s all-time favorite, The Princess Bride. They made some popcorn, which Jen loaded with a few knife-loads of extra butter, and Jen snagged a few Cokes, two for herself and one for her lighter drinking friend.
After the movie ended, Jen told Kortney that she needed to go to the bathroom. “Why?” Kortney asked, “You’re wearing a diaper.”
“Some things even I don’t want to do in a diaper, and popcorn always screws with my stomach,” Jen explained.
“Oooohhh, I get it,” Kortney said, nodding her head.
Jen headed off to the bathroom, quickly entering and locking the door. She ripped off her shorts, but, in contrast, took great care with her diaper. It was unused, and she hoped that if she didn’t damage it in taking it off, it could be re-taped with duct tape. As soon as she had sat down, diarrhea came rushing out of her into the toilet, leaving her sitting there commending herself for opting not to fill her diaper on this occasion. She cleaned herself up and put her diaper back on, all except for the tapes, and put her shorts on over it. She went down to Kortney’s room, holding her crotch to keep her diaper from falling down, asking Kortney as she passed the TV room to get some tape and meet her downstairs.
Kortney soon arrived downstairs and taped Jen’s diaper snugly in place, saying as she did it, “You know, I really thought you were crazy there for awhile, but now I can see that you’ve at least retained some of your sense.”
“Yeah, I’m not that obsessed,” Jen said. “So…now will you try one”?
“I still really don’t think I want to,” Kortney replied, surprisingly tentatively.
“Come on, you sound like you really want to. Trust me, it isn’t that bad. Why do you think I’m wearing one, because it’s the worst experience of my life?”
“No. And…well…I kinda do want to see why you like them so much.”
“Come on, just try one,” Jen said firmly as she walked to the closet, pulled out a diaper, and tossed it to Kortney.
“OK, I guess it can’t be that bad,” Kortney said. She motioned for Jen to turn around and slowly took off her jeans and underwear. She placed the diaper on the floor and gingerly sat down on it, pulling it carefully into place. “Umm…OK…I’m uhhh…ready.”
Jen turned around and enthusiastically strode towards Kortney. She bent down and taped the diaper firmly in place. “See, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” Jen asked.
“Well… I guess not. You don’t expect me to wet it though, do you?” Kortney questioned.
“Well if you don’t wet it you’ll be missing the best part. First, though, I want to know what you think of just having a diaper on.”
“It’s kinda weird. It’s really soft, and thick. But it really doesn’t feel all that bad,” Kortney replied shyly.
“Well, I’m glad you don’t dislike it. But you do have to wet it before you take it off. I’m certainly not gonna wear it after you wore it. And I don’t want a diaper to go to waste. They’re expensive, and I paid for them, remember.”
Kortney realized that Jen had her trapped. Now she really did have to use her diaper. Of course she could take it off, but Jen did have a point. “Well, I do really have to pee now. I guess I could go in the diaper,” she said, still reluctant to call it her diaper, reluctant to be wearing and peeing it too for that matter. She spread her legs and tried to push out her pee, but it wouldn’t come.
“I know it’s hard, you just have to relax,” Jen said, knowing that getting Kortney to overcome her mental block against peeing herself would be difficult. Kortney tried relaxing, tried changing positions, tried just about everything, before sighing and sitting down in disgust. “You will keep trying,” Jen interjected as Kortney began to open her mouth, “It’ll come, try sitting on the edge of your bed and pretending it’s a toilet.”
“OK, whatever. I guess you are the expert.” Kortney sat down on the edge of her bed and relaxed her bladder muscles. Nothing came at first, but just as she was about to give up, a trickle began to drip down into her diaper. The trickle soon became a stream, and Kortney didn’t stop until her bladder was completely empty and her diaper almost fully saturated. Overcoming the initial gross-out and embarrassment at having just wet herself, Kortney pushed the front of her diaper against her skin and realized that she actually enjoyed the feeling. “I can really see why you like these so much. I mean, it’s not like I want to start wearing them regularly, but I’m glad you made me try one once,” Kortney said. Soon her pressing of the diaper against her skin became a rubbing, which soon grew to a vigorous pace before she realized what she was doing and stopped, blushing fiercely.
“Maybe you like diapers more than you think,” Jen said.
“No, but they do feel pretty good when wet. It’s just not something I like enough that I want to wear them regularly,” Kortney replied honestly.
“Well, I’m glad you understand the feeling, and I’m glad you liked them. But now I want to ask you something that I’ve never asked anyone before. I think you have to experience peeing a diaper before you can really answer this question, because that’s the only way you’ll think seriously about it,” Jen started.
“OK, so what’s the question? Quit beating around the bush,” Kortney interjected.
“Well…I know the Bible doesn’t mention diapers, but do you think it’s sinful to like wearing them,” Jen asked, hoping for a positive response.
“That’s an interesting question,” Kortney said. She sat there for about a minute, deep in thought, and then replied, “I really don’t think so. I agree that most people would probably just say yes and forget about it, but I don’t think so. I really think it’s like…uhhh…well…like masturbation. Some people find a problem with it, but it isn’t wrong, and God doesn’t see anything wrong with it.”
“Jen breathed a sigh of relief, and said, 'Thanks for answering that for me, you just did me a huge favor. I’ve been struggling with that question for years, and I think it’s probably affected my relationship with Christ.”
“Well you’re welcome. I can see why you struggle with it and I’m glad to be of help,” Kortney said, genuinely grateful to be able to help her friend in a time of trouble.
The rest of the night went by without any major crises caused or solved. Jen wet her diaper once more, and enjoyed it for awhile before changing into a fresh one, and taking her wet one, along with Kortney’s and her old one, out to the dumpster. The next morning also went predictably. Jen had about a million Cokes and wet her diaper quite heavily once before showering and heading back home, though this time Kortney had other plans and did not come with her. The rest of Jen’s weekend was also fairly mundane, but she looked back on it Sunday night with ultimate joy, realizing that a major crisis in her life for the past three years had been solved and possible a huge danger averted.