Kaya sat at her computer, playing it. It wasn't a school night, so the fourteen year old could spend as much time as she liked playing. Which was fortunate, because actually creating a world was actually extremely detailed. It asked all kinds of questions. Whether your world was stable or essentially collapsed on itself depended largely on how you answered these questions.
Some were fairly basic, how many days would her world have in a year? How many seasons (the game had more than the real life four)? What species were the people (for the furry and sci-fi crowds, Kaya supposed). What was your preferred starting population? Other questions were very specific and required some thought. What age did people live to? How long were children required to attend schools? What was the most commonly found hair and eye color among people? Kaya laughed out loud when she came across a question that actually asked what age children were toilet trained at.
Kaya couldn't stop herself when she saw that the choices went as high as "never." She set the age to eighteen. It was too hilarious to think that her eighteen year old jerk of a brother, if he lived in that world, would be wetting and soiling himself like a baby. Needing mommy and daddy's help to reach the potty like a big boy. The instruction book that was included with the game suggested that first-timers make a world very close to the real one to more easily understand the various functions of the game. But, it's just a game, one change isn't going to be a big problem.
Kaya yawned wide. She looked at her clock and saw it was nearly 11:30 P.M.
Wow, she thought, I was up late. She usually got tired and went to bed around 10:30 at the latest.
Ah well, best hit the sack, then. She thought with another yawn.
She saved her progress and staggered a bit over to her bed. Falling more than laying down on top of the covers. In the last few moments before sleep took over, she giggled at a sudden realization.
If I lived in that world, I'd have to wear diapers, too.
With that, she drifted off to sleep.
* * * * *
When Kaya woke up the next morning, the clock read about 9:00 A.M. She was a bit alarmed (pun intended) but calmed down quickly enough when she realized it was Saturday. No school for her to worry about. She sat up and felt something extremely odd. She pulled back her covers and looked at herself. She seemed the same. Same shoulder length brown hair. Same pastel pink t-shirt and shorts. Same bare feet. Same diaper. Same cozy blanket on her bed.
Wait… what? Same diaper?
She stood up and pushed her shorts down a bit. Her eyes widened a bit in surprise when she saw it. Underneath her pink shorts was a diaper! Not only that, but it was almost entirely yellow in the front. She had wet herself in her sleep! She lowered her hand and touched it. It was a disposable, smooth with white (at one time) plastic in the front. It was fairly thick between her legs too. Clearly meant to last throughout the course of a full night. The diaper's inside felt damp and clammy next to her skin. She had obviously put it to good use. But since when was she a bed wetter?
Why in the world am I wearing this thing?! She thought frantically as she looked around her room, suddenly wondering what else was different. For the most part everything was exactly the same as it had been last night when she went to bed. The only real major difference she had noticed was a changing table by one of the walls next to her computer desk. She pulled her shorts up and walked, more waddled really, over to examine it. It was more than long enough to suit her body. The table's legs seemed to have an adjustable height, suggesting that the table had been around for a long time and lowered so that whoever changed the diapers could more easily do so for an older child.
Like me… Kaya thought to herself. There was a drawer built into the change table which, upon inspection, was revealed to have a large supply of both cloth and disposable diapers and plastic panties to go with them. The panties seemed to range from plain white to cute little cartoon and flower designs, not too different from the big-girl panties she had remembered wearing just last night. Unfortunately, before she could explore any further, her bedroom door opened to reveal her mother walking in.
"Good morning, sweetie." she said as she walked over to her daughter. She didn't even seem to care that her daughter was very obviously diapered, wet, and bending over a gigantic changing table. Instead, she gave Kaya a good morning kiss on the forehead and laid the girl down on top of the changing table. Kaya, unsure of just what to do here, didn't resist as her mother pulled down her pink shorts to expose her soaked diaper. Kaya's mom removed and threw away the wet diaper, then proceeded to wipe her daughter clean using some unusually large baby wipes in a box on the corner of the table. For some odd reason, Kaya didn't feel as horribly embarrassed as she would have expected to be while lying half naked on a table while her mother wiped Kaya's lower body clean.
"So, Kaya, what would you like to start out with today?" she asked.
"Huh?" Kaya asked in confusion.
"Would you like to start today with a disposable or a cloth diaper?"
"Umm… disposable." she answered with a slight blush.
"Oh, yes." Kaya's mother answered with a smile, "You usually do prefer those when you're out, don't you?"
Kaya suddenly remembered. She had made plans to go to the mall with her friends Cindy and Jonathan. How would they react to her showing up in a diaper?
"Okay, now." Kaya's mother continued, "Do you want a thick diaper or a thin one?"
Wow, Kaya thought, who knew there was so much to putting on a diaper?
"Thin." Kaya answered. She didn't want her diapers obvious to anybody.
"Are you sure?" her mother asked, "I'd think thick would be better. You won't have to worry about getting changed as often."
"No, thin are fine." Kaya insisted.
"Well, all right."
Kaya's mom pulled a fairly thin disposable diaper out of one of the drawer's in the table's lower section and unfolded it. She had Kaya lift her bottom up as she slid the diaper under. As Kaya sat up to get off the table, her mother told her she'd be downstairs making breakfast.
"It should be all done by the time you're dressed."
Kaya thought this a little odd. She had assumed that, since her mother had changed her, she was also going to dress her. Instead, she had left, leaving Kaya in her pastel pink t-shirt and new diaper.
When Kaya got off the table she noticed a big difference in how this diaper felt compared to the one her mother had just removed. The biggest difference to Kaya is that it allowed easier movement. Her walk was more of a walk and less of a waddle as she went to her dresser to pick out clothes. Out of curiosity, she started with her underwear drawer and found only socks and training bras inside. Not a pair of panties to be found. The other drawers contained her other clothes. Most of her wardrobe was just as it was last night. If there was any significant difference, it was the presence of extra space in the backs of most of her pants, as well as what looked like snap-buttons along the inner legs of most of them.
She chose a pair of black jeans to wear. They had the backside space to hide her diaper, and the snap-crotch was hard to see. She picked a random t-shirt to replace her nightshirt. She stepped out of her bedroom, heading to the bathroom to do her hair, when she saw something quite surprising.
Her older brother and father were walking out of the bathroom. Her brother, Luke, seemed angry about something. Though, to Kaya's eyes, that was nothing new. He always had a stick up his backside over something. He was buttoning up his pants, under which there appeared to be a pair of plastic panties. With a grunt in her direction he trudged down the stairs towards the kitchen for breakfast.
"Um… Daddy… why's he so upset?" Kaya asked.
"Oh, it's nothing serious." her father explained, "Today was his first day of toilet training. I told him not to expect results right away. But he's just a bit peeved nothing at all happened even though he sat on the pot for almost five minutes."
"So… he's upset because he didn't use the potty?" she asked, failing to suppress a giggle. Her father laid a hand on her shoulder.
"Now, listen young lady. I don't want you making fun of him at all. Understood? It's only four short years before you're the one sitting on that toilet for the first time. You sure won't want someone making fun of you just because you can't master it right away."
As Kaya went into the bathroom she contemplated what she had just witnessed. Her eighteen year old jerk of a brother was only just now being potty trained? She wasn't expected to use a toilet for another four years? This was sounding familiar. But she was having trouble at the moment figuring out exactly why.
Kaya was further confused during breakfast. This whole diaper/potty training thing had almost had her thinking she and her brother would be treated like toddlers. But, just like when her mother had left her to dress herself, things went almost exactly as normal. If not for the fact that she and Luke were both wearing diapers it would be just like every other Saturday morning. Homemade breakfast, discussions of the days' plans. Diapers didn't even come up until her mother mentioned to her children that they should both remember to make sure their diaper bags were fully packed.
Kaya went up to her room after breakfast and did just that. She checked her bag, which was a small duffle-looking bag under her changing table. Inside were several extra diapers, as well as wipes, lotion, etc. Everything a girl on the go would need if she were to wet herself out in public. Kaya pretty much figured her mom would make sure she took this with her.
She was just entering the living room to wait for her friends when a sudden sensation hit her. Without any warning at all, Kaya felt a warmth down below. She froze in place, unsure of what she was experiencing. When she recognized wetness as one of the sensations, she realized just what was happening. She was peeing! She was standing there, peeing in her pants, and was only just then becoming aware of it. She didn't move until she felt her bladder had stopped. She took a couple of steps, and noticed immediately the diaper was a bit thicker between her legs. Not surprising, since there was a bit more there than there had been barely 30 seconds ago. Before she could figure out what to do about this latest development her father had come to her.
"Need a change, hon?"
"What?" She asked in surprise. How did he know?
Kaya's father had seen his little girl stop in her tracks and get a far off look in her eyes. A sure sign his daughter needed a dry diaper.
"You must've been changed when you mom got you up." he said, "But she's always forgetting apple juice goes right through you."
He laughed as he led Kaya to the center of the living room floor and laid her down on the carpet. With surprising dexterity he undid the snaps on her pant legs and opened them up, exposing her newly wet diaper.
For the second time in about an hour and a half, fourteen year old Kaya allowed one of her parents to change her diaper. She was more embarrassed with her father doing it than her mother. Probably because her mom was at least another girl. Her embarrassment was amplified when her father commented on how thin her diaper was.
"You really shouldn't wear something like this when you're going out." he told her as he grabbed Kaya's diaper bag and pulled out a much thicker diaper.
"Mom said it was okay." Kaya explained.
"Well, when your mom changes you, she can do what she wants. I'm changing you right now and I say you're wearing a better diaper."
With that he wiped and powdered Kaya, then put a new, thicker diaper on her. He proceeded next to close the snaps on her pant legs.
"There," her dad said as he helped Kaya to her feet, "You shouldn't need another change for a while."
Kaya was actually grateful for that. The extra padding around her butt seemed a small price to pay to avoid going through having people see her naked any more than absolutely necessary. She found her walk had more of a waddle than it had with the thin diaper. But again, small price to pay. Kaya's friends were due any minute now, but Kaya wondered what to do to pass the time until then. Read a book, watch TV, play a game…
Game… That's it!
Kaya suddenly remembered. The familiar sensation about seeing her brother potty training. It was from her game! Everything about the day was exactly like it usually was. Except the diapers! Kaya's diapers and everything involved with them (changing tables, plastic panties, and such) were the only things different in her daily routine! Kaya didn't understand how, but that one minor change she made in her game world had affected the real world. Everyone under the age of eighteen years was diapered. Those at age eighteen were learning to use the toilet for the first time. She started a mad dash to her bedroom when the doorbell rang.
Dangit! Not now! Her friends had just arrived. She couldn't do anything now. After all, you can't just say "Sorry, guys, I can't go out with you today because I've got to go play a video game so we can all get out of diapers!" With a sigh, she went and answered the door.
What the heck? Kaya thought to herself, I'm a little curious about this world anyway. This is a good chance to check it out before I set things right.
On the other side of the door, her two closest friends since Elementary school, Cindy and Jonathan, waited. Kaya had spent most of her time up to now worrying how her friends would react to her being in diapers. She hadn't once given any thought to how they would look in them.
To her surprise they weren't all that different. Cindy stood at the door wearing a light blue blouse and matching skirt. Kaya caught a glimpse of what looked like a pair of matching plastic panties as well under the skirt. She was clearly well diapered in case of accident. In Jonathan's case, Kaya saw little difference. Perhaps a little extra padding around that area of his jeans. But outside of that and the leg snaps, the only indication he was diapered was a bit of a disposable peeking out from the waistband of his pants. Out at the curb Kaya saw a car, inside of which Jonathan's mother waiting for them.
"You ready t'go, Kaya?" Cindy asked.
"Y-yeah. Sure." Kaya was about to step outside when she suddenly remembered, "I gotta go get my bag."
She ran to where her father had left the diaper bag after her diaper change. She grabbed it but was stopped by her mother before leaving. She gave Kaya several dollar bills. She said it was "tip money." Though Kaya had no clue what that was supposed to mean. She just shrugged it off and headed outside with her friends. They loaded themselves into Jonathan's mom's car and headed to the mall for a day of shopping and whatever else came along.
* * * * *
The kids watched Jonathan's mom drive off. She had told them to meet her outside to go home in exactly three hours. The kids complained (after she left) that that was nowhere near enough time. But that's just how it went at times. The trio walked into the mall, each carrying a small duffel-slash-diaper bag. There were a lot of kids there today (it being Saturday and all). Now that she thought she knew what was happening, Kaya wasn't at all surprised to see that each and every one of them, boy, girl, toddler & teen, was diapered. Many more of them were also accompanied by parents than Kaya was used to seeing. She supposed that, because of the diapers, children were more dependent on a parent to change them if necessary. Which made Kaya wonder, what would happen when her or one of the others needed changing?
They had diaper bags, were they going to change themselves? Kaya suddenly had an unsettling thought, would the three kids be required to change each other? She didn't think she could take Jonathan changing her. Nor did she think she could take having to change him. She had never seen a boy in that position, nor did she want one to see her that way. Even if it was someone like Jonathan, one of her best friends since kindergarten. Kaya hoped she was wrong on this one.
Fortunately, the subject didn't come up for quite a while. In the meantime, Cindy and Kaya talked about the latest fashions. Jonathan hung back behind them, not interested in the "girl talk." Just like with breakfast that morning, everything they did was almost exactly the same aside from the diapers. The only real differences were because of them. Part of the conversation got into the ongoing fashion controversy, exposed or hidden?
It had become a recent fad to wear clothing that hid a person's diapers. Kaya had to admit as she looked around at some of the teenagers in the mall, both boys and girls, if she didn't know otherwise she'd think they weren't wearing any diapers at all. On the other hand, some thought it looked cute to make their diapers obvious to anybody who glanced in their general direction. Thinking about it, Kaya decided Cindy had taken the more exhibitionist route. Her skirt was fairly short, making the cloth diapers and plastic pants underneath more visible than a slightly longer skirt would do. Jonathan seemed to have no opinion either way. He wore diapers, and he wore clothes over them. Nothing special intended. Kaya decided she liked the "Hidden" look herself.
The friends traversed the mall, visiting clothing stores, book stores, and the like. After an hour and half, they went to the food court to grab lunch. On the way they talked about the various purchases their allowances afforded them. Jonathan went on a bit about some comics and a movie he bought. Cindy got herself a new book from a series she liked as well as some new outfits. Kaya had found a nice, inexpensive necklace in a jewelry store.
Kaya was in for a shock when she got her food and sat down. When her bottom landed in the chair she felt a cold squishy feeling on her butt. She hadn't been in diapers even half a day but somehow she instinctively knew that she was soaking wet. When had she peed herself? She didn't even remember any feeling that she had to pee at all the entire day. Apparently her face showed some of her surprise because Jonathan asked if anything was the matter.
"No… nothing…" she said hesitantly, "I just noticed I'm… um… kind of wet."
"Yeah, me too." said Jonathan, "After we eat let's go to the changing rooms and get changed."
Changing rooms? Kaya wondered. Guess this was it. Moment of truth. Was she going to have to change her best friends' diapers? Or was there another surprise in store for her?
The kids finished their lunch and threw away their trash before heading to where Kaya remembered the mall's bathrooms usually were. There was a Mens' Room and a Womens' room. However, where the family restroom (where parents could take kids for the potty and/or diaper changings) was a slightly bigger room marked "Diapers." There was a line of about half a dozen kids standing in front of the door. The younger kids in line had adults standing by them. Though some of the kids, mostly teens like them, were there without parental supervision.
Kaya stood in line. Normally a familiar situation, this was the first time she remembered standing in line here after already going to the bathroom. It wasn't so bad though. Unlike in past experience, where Kaya would be near panicked with pressure on her bladder or bowels, she could just lounge about until her time with nothing more uncomfortable then a damp feeling along her diaper area. The one downside to having people who've already "done their business" is that there was a definite odor in the air.
Kaya couldn't help but smell the dirty diapers of some of the kids in the line. It was a powerful stink. Under most circumstances, the smell might have made her gag. But standing in line, waiting for her own chance to get changed, Kaya realized it didn't really bother her all that much. It was almost as if this was completely natural. Which made her wonder if she was already getting used to this strange new world she'd wound up in.
However, while the smell was one thing, the sound was another completely. Standing in line, she heard what sounded much like a fart from someone around her. It sounded as though it came from behind her, but when she looked it was just Cindy and Jonathan, like before. It took a second for Kaya to realize Jonathan was suddenly very red in the face. Not from embarrassment, but from effort. His knees were slightly bent and Kaya thought she heard him grunt.
"Um… Johnny." she said. With a sigh, Cindy spoke up.
"Kaya, you know it's pointless to talk to him while he's pooping."
Kaya was shocked. It was obvious what he was doing, but all the same it hadn't occurred to Kaya until that very moment he was soiling himself. Jonathan finished after a minute or so. He straightened up and looked at his friends as if nothing were wrong. He even resumed his conversation with Cindy right from where he had left off. By this point, Kaya had stopped being surprised by such events. Of course they wouldn't find anything wrong with Jonathan pooping in his diaper. For those two, as well as every kid here, soiling themselves was an everyday occurrence. Kaya suddenly hoped she'd be able to fix this before she wound up experiencing this everyday occurrence.
A minute and a half after Jonathan had made his mess, the door to the "Diapers" room opened and several people walked out. It seemed like a huge crowd but Kaya noticed they walked off in smaller groups of about two or so people.
Kaya realized this meant that people went into the rooms in groups, performing several diaper changes at once. A man appeared in the doorway and started ushering people into the room. After Kaya, Cindy, and Jonathan were inside he closed the door. Whoever else got into line would have to wait until they were done. Inside the "Diapers" room was two rows of about four changing tables each. There were also attendants at each table. Though Kaya saw they stepped aside when a child who was supervised approached. Cindy and Jonathan found open tables and laid down upon them after handing the attendants their diaper bags. Kaya followed their example and did the same at an empty table.
The attendant she handed her bag to was a young woman who looked like she was in college. She undid Kaya's leg snaps and opened her pants, exposing the wet diaper. She reached into Kaya's bag and pulled out one of the diapers as well as changing supplies. Kaya tried her best not to blush while the girl changed her but her embarrassment must've shown.
"Let me guess," the girl asked, "You're not used to being changed by people other than your parents, huh?"
Truth was, Kaya wasn't even used to that. But she silently nodded. As the changing table attendant did her work, Kaya looked around. She saw the table across from her and witnessed a girl no older than twelve getting a dirty diaper changed by her mom. Another table she saw a fifteen year old boy getting a wiped by an attendant. She quickly turned her head elsewhere when she got a look at his diaper area. That was just something she was not prepared to see. She craned her neck to try and see her friends. They were both on tables front her but she saw Cindy lying flat on her back on the table up front and across from her. Cindy looked at Kaya as the young man changing her struggled a bit with the pins on her cloth diapers. It was clear by her face Cindy was trying not to laugh.
After the routine of wipe, powder, diaper, the attended re-snapped Kaya's pants and helped her up off the table. She saw Jonathan was getting his new diaper on while Cindy's attendant, who had finally managed to remove the wet diaper was having trouble putting on the dry one. After a few moments he finally managed it and helped Cindy into her plastic panties after she stood up. He put the wet diaper into a plastic baggie and put it into Cindy's bag. Cindy and Jonathan both took some money out of pockets in their bags and gave some to the attendants.
Again following them, she reached into her own bag and handed some of the money over to the woman who had changed her. The college girl took it with a smile. Though her demeanor suggested she had been waiting longer than she was used to. Kaya suddenly realized, this was the purpose of her mom's tip money.
Makes sense, Kaya figured. If my job were to clean up after kids who'd peed and pooped themselves, I'd think I deserved a little something extra too.
Kaya looked and saw all the changing attendants were about college age or late twenties. She realized that changing diapers like this was probably this world's equivalent to burger flipping. Something relatively easy that most anybody could do.
She joined Cindy and Jonathan as they walked outside. Kaya, thinking she was getting the hang of this place, tried striking up a conversation.
"Can you believe that guy that was changing you?" she asked Cindy.
"I know!" Cindy said with a laugh, "He must be new or something."
"Well," Jonathan suggested, "Maybe he doesn't see cloth too often. Disposables are getting a lot of popularity these days."
"I've heard." Cindy said, "I've always wanted to try them. But my mom and dad are so old fashioned."
That was true. In the real world, Kaya often heard Cindy complain that her parents didn't like her wearing tight clothes or anything too suggestive. Which just as often meant she did just that. Her exposed look was probably part rebellion. She couldn't control her diapers, but she could control how they looked.
"I mean," Cindy continued, "disposables are getting more and more advanced all the time, right? But, my parents, 'they're harmful to the environment!' Blah blah blah."
"Actually that's not so true anymore." Jonathan explained, "Diapers are being made now that are more easily bio-degradable, so landfills aren't stuck with them for so long."
"Maybe they'll even make something to take care of the ones that're already there." Kaya suggested, hoping she wasn't sounding stupid. Fortunately, her friends looked at her and nodded, thinking she had a good idea.
"You two should come with us next time we go to the supermarket, tell my mom all this stuff."
The rest of the time passed normally. A few more stores, a few more buys. When Jonathan's mother arrived to take them home they begged for just a few more minutes. But it was no good. She had the kids pile into the car and took them each home. When Kaya got home she went inside and walked up to her room. As interesting as this diaper-world was, it was time to set things right.
As Kaya walked to her bedroom, she could swear she heard her mom's voice from the bathroom. She almost sounded like she was praising someone. Kaya put her ear to the door and listened as her mom showered praise on her son for successfully using the toilet. Kaya had to cover her mouth to stop from laughing. Just as she thought when she had done this in the first place, the idea of her eighteen year old brother being complimented for using the potty was just hilarious to her.
She finally let herself laugh out loud a bit when she got to her bedroom. When she'd calmed down she went to her computer and turned it on. She tapped her foot on the floor as it loaded up. When it finally finished booting she immediately clicked the desktop shortcut going to the game and waited for IT to boot up.
When it started up and went through the annoying logos of the game's makers, Kaya went to "continue building" and found her world's file. She skimmed through all the questions she had already answered until she found the one she was looking for.
"At what age range are the people of your world toilet trained?"
Her eyes widened a bit when she looked over at the number in the answer box.
Her world was set for people of two or three years to be potty trained?! That couldn't be right! Last night she'd set that to 18… hadn't she? Her head was spinning. She didn't know what was going on anymore. Was she dreaming? Was this real? Kaya pinched her hand and yelped a bit. It had hurt.
But then, was the real world the one where she'd potty trained at two and a half? Or the one where she wouldn't use a toilet for about four years? Had she set the game for people to potty train at the end of the teenage years or their toddler years?
Kaya turned the game off without changing anything. She walked over and sat down on her changing table. She looked down at the drawers that contained her supply of diapers and wipes and such. Were those supposed to be there? Or weren't they? Tears formed at Kaya's eyes as her confusion grew. Had she spent the whole day confusing reality with a dream? She simply didn't know anymore. She laid herself down on the changing table and cried herself to sleep.