Hi All, I know I said I'd get this out next weekend, but it rained today and I had some time to kill. Bit of a disclaimer. I'm new to writing and don't have much experience with dialog, so I appologize in advance for any style errors. Also, this one gets a bit racy so again, if anyone has a problem with it, let me know and I'll happily find somewhere else to post the story. It's a long chapter, I've tried my best to minimize typos and such. I'm hoping that I've got the continuity correct too as this is story gets more and more complex. Please let me know what you think.
After running upstairs and changing into her grown up cloths, Michelle came back down to the living room where Jen was waiting. She blushed again as she saw Jen smiling at her.
“Feeling better?” asked Jen.
“Yes, much better” said Michelle, with a slight laugh of embarrassment. “I can’t thank you enough for helping me; I don’t know what I would have done”
“Like I said, you would have been a very wet and messy little girl until this time tomorrow” Jen answered.
“That wouldn’t have worked out, my friend Steph arrives tomorrow” said Michelle.
“I take it Steph doesn’t really have a toddler in tow?” Jen asked. Michelle laughed in embarrassment again. “You’ve caught me in more ways than one” she said.
Michelle turned towards the Kitchen, “would you like something to drink?” she asked Jen. “I can make some coffee.”
“Coffee would be great” answered Jen.
Michelle looked at the clock while the coffee finished brewing; it was not even noon yet. She couldn’t believe that her toddler ordeal had only lasted a little over an hour, it seemed like an eternity to her. “Milk and sugar?” she asked Jen. “Yes please, thanks” Jen responded. Michelle handed Jen a mug and motioned towards the door leading to the deck. “Let’s sit outside” she said. She gathered up spoons, milk, sugar and lead Jen out to the deck.
The lake looked lovely as always. It was a perfect sunny day with only the occasional puffy white cloud floating by. Michelle looked up at a cloud and thought for a second that it looked like a diaper. She snapped her self out of it and turned to Jen. “So” she began.
“Where did the diapers come from?” Jen finished Michelle’s question for her.
“Yes, among other questions…I have so many” said Michelle.
“Let me start by telling you what I know” Jen said. Jen began a tale that would last almost all afternoon...
“First of all, as you have seen, I’m wearing a diaper” Jen said with a slight smile of embarrassment. “It is one of the diapers from the store as you may have guessed.” She took a sip of coffee and continued. “You may also have guessed that I’m not really a teenager.” Jen added.
Michelle looked up from her coffee at Jen. Due to her morning’s events, the fact that Jen was not currently her real age hadn’t yet occurred to Michelle, but given what she already knew about the diapers ability to regress people, it made perfect sense.
“Umm, can I ask how old you really are if it’s not a problem?” she said to Jen.
“I’m 25” Jen answered. “And I’ll prove it too you soon enough as I’m sure this coffee will help me get out of my own diaper very shortly, but until then, I’ll tell you what I’ve discovered” Jen continued.
“I live on the east side of the lake, about a 15 minute drive from here, about half that time by boat.” “I inherited a small lake house from my Uncle when he passed away 3 years ago.”
“I’m sorry to hear that” said Michelle.
“Thank you” answered Jen. “He was a wonderful man and I was his only niece, he had no children of his own.” Replied Jen, she took another sip of coffee and continued her story.
“Anyway, I’m an artist. I paint and do some photography here and there.” “I moved up here two years ago after I got the house out of probate.”
Michelle listened and sipped her coffee, she thought about how attractive Jen was and thought to herself that she would really like to see Jen in nothing more than a diaper soon. She quickly snapped herself out of her day dream and listen as Jen continued her story.
“I like being alone, and it’s so beautiful up here I figured it would be the perfect place to work on my art” said Jen.
“I discovered the general store very much the same way you did.” “I was shopping for incidentals when I first arrived and saw the self of outdated diapers.” “I had a bedwetting problem when I was younger and…”
“Me too!” interjected Michelle.
Jen stopped and smiled at her. “We’ll really have a lot to talk about today.” Jen said. “I’m sorry” said Michelle, “it’s just not often that I meet someone else who knows what it was like, please continue.” Jen reached across the table and patted Michelle’s hand. Michelle felt a chill of excitement rush through her body at Jen’s touch, she blushed again. Jen looked into her eyes and said “I know, it’s ok really, we can talk about it anytime you want.”
Jen continued her story. “When I first saw the diapers I figured they were just out of date because a small general store in the middle of nowhere Maine couldn’t turn over its stock very often. But then I saw a woman at the check out with what appeared to be a newer package of Pampers.”
Michelle cut in again “Isn’t that the strangest thing?”
Jen smiled, “yes, exactly my thoughts at the time.” “I knew I hadn’t seen those on the shelf and they couldn’t have been anywhere else in the store. Jen continued. “I didn’t think too much of it that first day, but when I got back to my house I kept dwelling on it.” Jen sipped her coffee again. “It was like the diapers had been calling to me, seeing the old style Pampers in the store had stirred up so many memories from my childhood, about my wetting problem and wearing diapers at night into my early teens...”
“Exactly!” shouted Michelle, almost spilling her coffee. She couldn’t believe this; she was so thrilled to be able to talk with someone who could help her make sense of the last few days, someone who also would understand the anxieties of her childhood. “I’m really sorry”, said Michelle, “please go on”.
Jen smiled at her. “It’s really ok, I totally understand, I’m very excited to have someone to talk to about this with too.” She said.
“So the next day I went back to the store and bought a package of Pampers and a few other supplies, wipes, powder, everything I needed” Jen continued.
Michelle smiled to herself fighting back the urge to giggle; she had done the exact same thing just the other day.
Jen went on. “I raced back to the house, locked myself in, which of course seemed silly afterwards considering I was living in the middle of nowhere.” She giggled to herself and continued.
“Anyway, I ran to my room and put on one of the diapers, and…as you know.”
“You turned into a baby?” giggled Michelle.
Jen laughed too, “Not quite, I regressed to about 10 I think, maybe 11. “I had been thinking about my bedwetting days the day before and that age was my clearest memory of them.” “I was about that age when I had begun to secretly enjoy the feeling of security I got from wearing diapers at night, but was still very embarrassed about my problem.” “Bedwetting had made me a very shy girl and I didn’t have too many friends…”
This time Michelle reached across the table and patted Jens hand. She looked into her eyes with compassion and understanding. Jen looked back blushing; she felt a strong connection to Michelle and a strong urge to explore it further.
“Anyway” Jen continued. “I think that’s partially why I like being alone, but more about the diapers.” “As you can guess, I eventually figured out how the regression worked, after a few terrifying experiences and a lot of crying I might add.” “You’re not the only little girl that was ever wet, messy and alone in a lake house.” Jen said.
Michelle blushed again “I’m sooooo glad you found me” she said. Jen smiled at her again and continued her story.
“When I first regressed below five, I was stuck in the diaper with no adult to help me out, after hours of crying and pouting, I fell asleep on the floor.” “I slept for a long time, and when I woke up the next afternoon, I found myself lying on the floor with a wet and messy pamper which had burst open underneath my bottom.” I was too shocked to care about the mess, I was back in my adult body” Jen said with a smile. “So I cleaned myself up, cleaned up the mess, went out to the lake for a swim.” “I began to do the math in my head.” She sipped her coffee. “That was when I discovered that the magic only lasted twenty four hours.” “Unless of course, you break the spell yourself by using the toilet…or get help.” She added winking at Michelle who blushed again.
“But how did you find out that you needed adult help to get out of the diapers when younger than five?” asked Michelle.
“That’s an interesting story” replied Jen. “After playing with the diapers for more than a month, I started to notice that the general store seemed to never run out of the old style diapers.” “I figured they had to restock sooner or later, but I couldn’t figure it out, the diapers were always there no matter how many I bought our how long I waited.” “Then I thought, it must not be the diapers that are magic, but the maybe the shelf or perhaps the store itself.” “I wanted to do some research on this theory, that’s when I got the idea of disguising myself as a teenager and taking a part time job at the general store.” Jen said.
“That’s brilliant!” laughed Michelle. “Thanks” answered Jen, “I admit I was pretty impressed with the idea myself.” Jen continued. “I was very nervous about wearing one of the diapers out of the house and obviously used baggie cloths to hide it, I would time my movement carefully to conceal the noise too, but standing behind a checkout counter doesn’t require a lot of movement, which made things easy.” She said.
“As a 16 year old girl from the next town over, the store owner didn’t think to question it, I mean seriously, thinking back to any job you ever had as a teen, did any of your employers ever actually meet your parents? Jen asked.
Michelle sipped her coffee and thought on this, come to think of it, Jen was right. Michelle couldn’t think of one Job she had before college during which her parents and employer had ever met.
“I started to realize that little details like this would allow my disguise to work”. The only hard part was getting ID for my new employer.” “But up here in Maine it wasn’t as hard as I thought.” “I used my art skills to modify the date on my birth certificate, which allowed me to get a Maine drivers license as my 16 year old self.” Jen said.
“However, all the effort was for nothing.” “The store owner, Earl, decided to pay me under the table as I only work 3 days a week.”
“Still it was fun to take the risk and know I could pull it off.” Jen took out a small ID holder from the pocket of her overalls and handed it to Michelle. Michelle opened it and looked at the driver’s license within. “Wow!” Michelle said, “very impressive” she added.
“Yes, I figure the only thing I need it for is driving to work.” Jen answered. “In this town I doubt I’ll ever be pulled over, there are only 2 police officers.” Jen said.
“Anyway, I’m really glad Earl, decided to pay me under the table, I had no idea how I was going to fake my tax forms if it had gone that far.” Jen added.
“Anyway you were asking how I figured out you need adult help when younger than five.” Jen continued. “After taking the job at the store, I discovered that I could eventually see the Pampers for what they were when people made a purchase.” “I can’t always tell right away, but on a few occasions when a person came into the store more than once to buy diapers, I saw what that person was seeing when they looked at the package.” “I saw yours the second time you came into the store, when you left your glasses on the counter, I used that as my excuse to ask Earl to see your check and find the address.” “There was only one Gordon listed in the town phone book, so I thought I’d stop by and drop off your sunglasses.” “I desperately wanted to ask if you were into wearing diapers but didn’t know how to ask that of a stranger.” “I was just lucky to find you in one crying for help when I arrived” Jen smiled.
“I’m very lucky you arrived when you did.” Michelle said blushing harder. “Otherwise Steph may have shown up the next day to find me naked on the floor sitting on top of a wet and poopy diaper!” she added.
Jen giggled and continued her story. “So anyway, one day a cute teenage boy came into the store and bought a bunch of food and a package of pampers, I didn’t see it the first time he came in, he was about 16, as I was pretending to be, and I just thought he was cute.” “A week later, he came in again; he bought some home supplies, and again a package of Pampers.” “This time I saw it, they were not the same package style that I saw when I first bought my own diapers, but they were clearly not what Earl had in stock for real.
“After working at the store for a few months and helping with inventory, I found my theory about the shelf to be correct; it seemed that the shelf had instilled magic into the diapers.” “Whenever Earl ordered a new supply of Pampers, they would come in as the current style.” “As soon as I put them on the shelf, they turned into what I wanted them to be, old style baby dry with plastic backing.”
Michelle giggled again. “That’s what I see too” she added. “Oh I know” said Jen, “it’s amazing” she added.
Jen continued. “So as I said, eventually I realized that I could sometimes see what other’s would see if they were attracted to diapers for one reason or another.” “For example if they were purchasing them for fun.” Jen smiled at Michelle.
“It’s only actually happened about 3 times, your purchase included, and you and John, that was the boy’s name, are the only repeat customers.” Jen said.
“There was once an older guy that bought a package and I was lucky enough to be able to see the Pampers he was seeing in one try.” Jen said. “He must have been in his late thirties because the packaging looked like it was from the 1980’s.” “Obviously people tend to see the style of diapers that the want to wear.” “Particularly the style that they may have worn at a turning point in their younger lives.” Jen took an inquisitive pause.
“Anyway” She continued. “I giggled when the older guy left the store because I knew he was in for a big surprise when he tried them on.” “I was surprised that he never came back, I always wondered what happened to him.” She said. “So, the second time the boy came in, I got up the nerve and decided to say something to him.” “When he got to the register he and I were the only two people in the store, so I said, ‘Did you have fun wearing the last ones?’
“He froze on the spot with a look of terror on his face, and I smiled at him”. Jen said. “I could tell he was shocked and embarrassed by the question so I quickly said, ‘it’s ok, I know what they do, I like wearing them too’. “And I showed him my diaper”. “He was nervous at first but then I told him I’d be happy to play with him if he wanted to.”
“Later that day when I got out of work, we met up; I took him to my house for an afternoon of fun.” “John hadn’t quite figured out the details of the regression yet and had only regressed himself to about 12 years old.” “I guessed that was an age when boys are very Horney.” Jen said.
Michelle giggled at that comment.
“Also” Jen continued, “he hadn’t figured out that he could use the toilet to quickly bring oneself back to normal age.” “John had left the diaper on after wetting in it the first time and had then slept through the whole night well into the next day.” “Teenage boys are so lazy” Jen added.
“When John woke up sometime the next afternoon, he was still 12, and nearly freaked out, fortunately he was home alone as his family was away for the weekend.” “So later in that afternoon when twenty four hours had elapsed, he returned to his normal age…after wetting and even messing the diaper a few more times of course.”
“I was quite surprised that he hadn’t tried the tapes again when he woke up, the silly boy had worn the diaper the whole time until the spell broke.” “John wasn’t very bright, but If I had to guess, I think he really liked wearing them and was still playing, if you know what I mean” Jen winked at Michelle who laughed out loud at the thought of John masturbating in his wet and messy diaper.
“So, I explained the toilet trick to John and we played together for a while, I let him change my diaper, and it was quite fun.” Michelle blushed and giggled as Jen gave her a sly smile. “I then explained to John that he could be as young as he wanted if he thought about before putting on the diaper, and he told me his fantasy of being a toddler and having a babysitter take care of him.”
“I told him I would be happy to play out that fantasy with him.” “So when John put on the diaper, he instantly regressed to about 3 or 4, just as you did earlier.” “I stayed at as a sixteen year old and played babysitter for him, that was when I discovered that after he had wet, he too was unable to get the diaper off on his own no matter how hard he tried, but when I helped him, the tapes unfastened without any problems.”
“It took a few hours to figure out the potty training part.” “Holding him on the toilet until he peed didn’t work at first.” Jen explained. “After I thought about it for a while I came up with the idea of putting ‘big kid pants’ on John, thinking that the action might be grown up enough to break the spell.”
“We had to use his own underwear as training pants, which was a bit tricky because I had to adjust the size with some safety pins so they would stay on him.” “To my dismay the underwear didn’t do anything to John’s age, I really had no intention of spending the next twenty four hours babysitting him.” “Fortunately, John started saying “go pee pee!, go pee pee!” “Which I guessed could only mean “I have to take a leak!”
“I told him to pull down the underwear, which he did, and then I held him on the toilet seat while he did his business.” “When he had finished he was still a toddler, but when I put him down, he walked over, and pulled the underwear back on all by himself, and in the blink of an eye, he returned to his teenage form.“
Jen went on, “It was kind of funny, the underwear ripped open because of the safety pins so he was standing in the nude with a look of shock on his face.”
“So I retraced the events and determined that it had to have been the process of John pulling down the underwear, and putting it back on without help after using the toilet which broke the spell. “This is a grown up act for toddler in potty training mode.”
“Anyhow, the spell was broken and John had grown back to his normal age right before my eyes.” “Afterwards he was a bit freaked out when I showed him my real age.” “He called me a witch and said that I wanted to keep him as my baby, he left in a hurry, leaving the diapers behind.” “I never saw him again, which is sad, but at least that experience taught me one more thing about the magic diapers.” Jen said.
“I’m very impressed that you were able to think of buying the potty chair ahead of time” Jen told Michelle.
Michelle poured herself a second cup of coffee and offered more to Jen. “Well I for one am very glad you were able to learn from that experience, otherwise I might still be wet and messy” She said as she refilled Jen’s cup.
Jen went on to explain what else she had learned about the diapers. She knew nothing of how the shelf in the general store came into existence. It was clear to her that Earl the owner had no interest in the diapers at all, nor did Earl’s wife Susan.
From what Jen was able to learn, the general store was one of the oldest buildings in the area. It had been a trading post originally owned by an old woman who was actually a Native American from this part of Maine.
Maine was full of Native American culture and artifacts. Many tribes had made the area their home for centuries prior to the arrival of Europeans, and continued to do so long after that. Several tribes still claimed land rights and lived on reservations in parts of Maine today.
Jen explained that many Native American cultures believed in mystical powers beyond human understanding and several practiced what new Americans equate to witchcraft. It was Jen’s best guess that the women who had originally owned the store had worked some kind of magic on that particular section of wall in the store.
Jen believed that the shelf was not originally in the store as it was newer, so she had guessed that whatever was in that section of wall before the shelf, had been magical in nature, possibly a way of magically providing whatever the customer needed. Jen had tried placing other items in that section to see if they would become what she desired, but the magic only seemed to work with diapers. This she could not explain, it was her thought that perhaps Earl had stored nothing but diapers on that shelf for so many years that the magic had some how changed to fit the contents.
Jen had been indulging her fantasies for the past two years, on nights when she would lock up the store for Earl, she would ring up a package of Pampers, wipes, powder, and anything else she needed on the register and pay cash. Neither Earl nor Susan had ever been around to see Jen do this so there were never any questions about her purchases.
From her experiences, Jen had devised what she referred to as her list of “rules” for using the diapers. She believed that the list would continue to grow as she continued to indulge her fantasies by using the diapers. She explained all she had learned to Michelle.
Rule one was what Michelle had already learned, putting on the diapers would cause the wearer to regress to whatever age he or she had imagined being prior to putting on the diaper.
Rule two was also known to Michelle, once the diaper was on, it stayed on until it was used, after that it could be removed by the wearer.
Rule three she also knew, to reverse the regression and return to ones current age, all which was needed, was a successful trip to the toilet.
Rule four, Michelle had learned this morning, if the wearer had regressed below the age of five, the wearer would require assistance from an adult to remove the diaper.
Rule four was also new to Michelle; anyone below the age of five would have to successfully use the potty on his or her own while not wearing a diaper, i.e. they must wear a training pant or underwear before going to the potty, and successfully take the training pant off and put it back on when finished to reverse the regression.
Rule six was what Jen referred to as the safety net rule: the spell which caused the regression would break on its own after a period of twenty four hours.
Rule seven, was new to Michelle, and an idea she hadn’t considered. Jen explained that the diaper would resize itself to fit the wearer at his or her current age if the wearer had decided to simply fantasize about wearing the diaper and not being any particular age. Jen had recently discovered this last rule.
It was now mid afternoon. Michelle had fixed lunch for herself and Jen and they ate on the deck. Michelle told Jen her history, about her bedwetting days, and her friendship and semi sexual experimentation with Steph while wearing diapers as teens. Michelle confided in Jen as to how she had enjoyed her and Steph’s time together so much so that she had been uncertain of her own sexuality. Michelle explained her history of failed relationships with members of the opposite sex, and was surprised and secretly excited to hear that Jen had a similar tale to tell.
After Lunch, Jen told Michelle that she had wet her diaper and was now going to return to her real age so Michelle could see what she really looked like. Michelle was very excited by this news.
“Do you want to take my diaper off for me?” Jen asked. Michelle blushed hard, she had desperately wanted to look at Jen in her diaper again but was too embarrassed to ask. “Yes I do” she replied, shyly. “It’s ok” Jen answered as she took Michelle’s hand and led her into the house.
The couple went up to the bathroom and once again Jen unfastened her overalls letting them fall to the floor. She then lay down on the floor, smiled at Michelle and said “Ok mommy, take off my diapee please” in a cute girlish voice. Michelle blushed again and giggled. She got down on her knees, leaned over Jen and unfastened the first tape, then the second. Jen smiled at her. Michelle opened the very wet diaper exposing Jen’s womanhood; she was certainly a red head Michelle thought as she examined the well groomed hair above Jen’s most private area.
“Wipes” Jen said, smiling at Michelle. Michelle took out a fresh wipe and gently cleaned Jen’s diaper area, Jen let out a soft moan of pleasure as Michelle completed the task. “Lift up sweetie” Michelle said as she gently patted the exposed side of Jen’s bottom, indicating that her charge should lift her bottom off of the diaper. Jen lifted her legs up as if she were doing a stomach crunch which fully exposed her bottom to Michelle. Michelle slid the wet diaper out from under her and finished wiping Jen’s bottom clean.
“There’s a good girl, mommy’s all done sweetie” Michelle said to Jen in a soft soothing voice, she was getting into the spirit of things now, her excitement was building to a peak and she wanted to see Jen in her full adult form. Michelle sealed up the wet diaper and placed it in the trash as Jen got off the floor, her overalls still around her ankles. She sat on the toilet and with in seconds Michelle heard the all too familiar tinkling sound of urine flowing into the toilet.
With the contents of Jen’s bladder successfully emptied into the toilet, Michelle’s eyes now looked upon a beautiful 25 year old red head. Jen’s breasts appeared to have grown half a cup size, her hair was longer and had a lovely natural curl which was more enhanced in her adult form. After wiping herself Jen stood up and Michelle could see that she had grown about 3 inches as well. Jen’s hips had a more defined curve to them, and her bottom was well shaped too Michelle thought.
“Like what you see?” Jen asked. Michelle blushed. Jen stepped closer to her, leaned in and kissed her. Michelle was mesmerized as she returned the kiss, she was slow to respond at first, her thoughts were racing, and she couldn’t believe what was happening. Very quickly she accepted her situation as reality and embraced Jen fully, returning her kiss with all of her passion.
After a few moments the women broke their lip lock and stared into each other’s eyes. “Shall we go to your room?” asked Jen. “Yes please” Michelle giggled through her response. Jen smiled and stepped out of the overalls which were still around her ankles. They walked down the hall to the bedroom, Jen raced past Michelle into the room and ran directly to the closet, she grabbed two pampers and turned to Michelle with a lascivious grin.
“Shall we?” she smiled at Michelle. “Oh yes!” responded Michelle, the words came out as if she had asked for something she could not live with out. “How old?” Jen asked. Michelle, blushing again, smiled at Jen, “12?” she said. Jen nodded her agreement with a large grin of approval.
Michelle stripped down to her birthday suit, Jen took off her shirt exposing her breasts, and confirming to Michelle that she hadn’t been wearing a bra. Not wearing a bra would certainly make returning to adulthood easier Michelle thought.
“You diaper me and I’ll diaper you?” Jen said waving the Pampers at Michelle with a smile.
Michelle nodded as Jen handed her a Pamper and lay on the bed. Michelle opened the bottom half of the Pamper, bent over and slid the diaper under Jen who had instinctively lifted her bottom for Michelle. Jen spread her legs to accept the diaper as Michelle opened the front of the Pamper and pulled it up between her legs. Michelle watched in amazement as the Pamper seemed to size itself to fit perfectly. Michelle closed one tape, then the next and in the blink of an eye, before her laid an adorable 12 year old version of Jen.
Michelle giggled with excitement as did Jen. “Your turn!” came a higher pitched voice from 12 year old Jen. Michelle’s excitement was peaked. She dove onto the bed just as Jen was getting to her feet. Michelle lifted her bottom for Jen who quickly completed the diapering process. Michelle felt the familiar dizziness as Jen closed the Pamper around her waist, the room seemed to move around her and in no time at all she knew that she was back in her 12 year old body.
The sun was setting behind the trees on the southwest side of the lake and had produced a hypnotic orange reflection off the water. Again the cicadas and loons perked up their ears as this time they heard the voices of two young girls expressing their pleasure from within the house. “uuummmm ohhhhh yeessss Jen Yesss! Michelle ummmmmm yessss!”
Later that evening, the two women, comfortably diapered in their 12 year old forms, fell asleep in each others arms under the warm covers of Michelle’s bed.
To be continued.
Ok I know I said I wasn't going to post again until the weekend but I had this chapter in my head and needed to get it out. This time I mean it, nothing until Friday night at the earliest. I've got a life to get back to. Thanks for the replies, I think I've kept this story clean enough for the board. I'm sure if I cross a line someone will let me know. Please, Please, Please let me know what you all think, comments, suggestions, likes, dislikes, I want to hear them all.
Michelle awoke to the sound of birds chirping outside her window. Jen was lying next to her still asleep. The girls had fallen asleep in each others arms but had separated themselves from their passionate tangle during the night. Michelle knew her own sleeping habits and figured she probably shifted around during the night causing Jen to break free from their embrace.
Michelle lifted the covers and looked down at Jen’s body; she looked so adorable in her diaper Michelle thought. A slight smell of urine drifted to Michelle’s nose from beneath the covers. She realized she had wet her diaper during the night.
The regression to her 12 year old form had again brought her former bedwetting problem along with it. This time Michelle did not have the feeling of shame or disappointment that she had felt in her younger years when she would wake up to find she had wet herself. She had grown out of her problem by the end of her fourteenth year and in the years that followed, had learned to understand that the bedwetting had never been her fault. After all, by the age of 12 she had learned to enjoy wearing diapers for her own reasons. By her thirteenth birthday, Michelle saw the bedwetting as only an inconvenience which allowed her to indulge in a secret pleasure, a pleasure which she had once shared with her best friend.
“Oh my God! Steph!” whispered Michelle, trying not to wake Jen. Her trip down memory lane had quickly brought her back to reality, Steph would be arriving today! She didn’t expect Steph to arrive until the late afternoon however the anticipation of her arrival forced Michelle’s mind into planning mode. “How am I going to explain the diapers to her?” she thought.
She rolled to her side and looked at Jen again. Jen moved a bit and muttered something incomprehensible in her sleep. Michelle wondered if Jen had wet her diaper during the night as well. She couldn’t resist the urge to reach her hand under the covers and gently caress the bottom of Jen’s diaper. Michelle could feel the saturation of Jen’s diaper instantly. It felt thicker, squishy, and warm. Jen had clearly wet more than once, and quite possibly very recently. Michelle smiled as she felt the wet diaper encasing Jen’s bottom.
The excitement returned to Michelle as she felt Jen’s diaper. Michelle smiled as she felt the pressure building in her own bladder; shortly after, she released her bladder into her already wet diaper. Within seconds she could feel the warmth of the urine spreading from her crotch, pooling around her soggy behind. She closed her eyes and smiled in satisfaction as she felt the warmth continue to spread. One thing she had notice about the magic diapers is that they had yet to leak, even after a second wetting, she hadn’t tried a third yet, or had she? Michelle couldn’t remember.
After a silent moment of enjoyment, she opened her eyes to find that Jen was now awake. Jen had propped herself up on her elbow and was staring directly into Michelle’s eyes. “Good morning cutie” she said.
Michelle giggled, “Good morning” she said while stretching herself out to full length. “Did someone wet her diaper?” asked Jen. “Oh yes I think someone did!” Michelle said with a smile…”And it wasn’t just me!” she added with a giggle. Jen rolled on top of Michelle and the two engaged in a tickle fight. Michelle eventually won the tickle war by over powering Jen…who laughed so hard that she had a second wetting of her own.
This brought the tickle battle to an end as Jen froze in bed with a smile on her face as her own diaper grew warm and even more squishy. Michelle realized what was happening and placed her hand on Jen’s diaper; she could feel the warmth and giggled at Jen. “Ha Ha wet baby girl!” she said, teasing Jen through her laughter. “Oh you’re one to talk!” Jen laughed out loud. She patted Michelle’s diaper with her hand…”Who are you calling a wet baby girl?” Jen asked.
The two burst into laughter and embraced each other. After lying in bed for almost a half hour, contemplating the events of the past evening, Michelle finally broke the silence, “Steph arrives today, I don’t know how to tell her about this.” She said.
“Do you think she’ll understand?” asked Jen.
“I don’t know” answered Michelle. After a moment she continued. “We played together in bed when we were teens, only tickle fights like this mostly…after wetting our diapers. We only ever climaxed together once when we were about 13 almost 14, but each on our own, we didn’t…well we never shared what you and I shared last night, we didn’t touch each other” Michelle said looking into Jen’s eyes.
Jen smiled knowingly at Michelle. “You said she wasn’t a bed wetter right?” asked Jen.
“Yes, she was just curious about what the diapers felt like” answered Michelle. One night when we were about 11, she asked me about it and we began to talk about my bedwetting problem. She had known about my problem since we were in second grade and she had always supported me. She kept my secret private and never teased me.” Michelle told Jen.
She continued her story as Jen played with her hair, listening intently. “So that first time when we were 11 Steph asked me if she could try on one of my diapers during a sleepover at my house” Michelle continued.
“I only ever went to sleepovers at Steph’s house, and she was the only friend I ever invited to sleepover at my house because of my bedwetting. I was so glad when she told me she wanted to try on a diaper. I wanted someone else to know what I felt when I wore them and no one was closer to me than Steph.”
“Did you put the diaper on for her?” asked Jen.
“Yes I helped her” answered Michelle. “We had seen each other naked in the YW locker room when showering after swim practice.” She continued. “Steph was never shy, she was always more confident than me, I was more nervous than she was while I diapered her.”
Jen shifted her position and snuggled closer to Michelle. Michelle giggled again as Jen tickled her tummy. “Stop that, I’m telling you my life story almost!” Michelle said.
“I’m sorry…I’m listening, go on.” Said Jen.
“Well, Steph was really happy when I put the diaper on her” Said Michelle. “She said it felt so soft and comfortable and that she was Jealous that I got to wear one every night.”
Jen giggled. “I guess we were lucky little girls” She interrupted.
Michelle gave her a love tap. “Stop that silly, I’m trying to finish my story!”
Michelle began again. “So after I put it on her, she giggled and rolled around in her diaper for a while, even walked around the room just to hear the crinkle noise, she said she loved it! Then we watched TV in my bedroom until we fell asleep and Steph wore the diaper all night.”
“The next morning when we woke up, I was wet. Steph was dry of course. She asked me if I had wet my diaper and I said ‘yes’, and then she leaned over and touched the front of my diaper to see for herself. I was a bit shocked at first but then I felt really happy that she had done it. That was when our tickle fight started. So about two minutes into the tickle fight, Steph stopped and told me she was going to wet her diaper. I stared at her trying to catch my breath and said ‘really?’ she said she wanted to know exactly how I felt, and then she did it!”
“Wow!” replied Jen.
“Yeah I couldn’t believe it” said Michelle, “She did it right in front of me!”
“What did she say afterwards?” asked Jen.
“She loved it!” Michelle answered. “She said it felt great, she loved it!” Michelle repeated excitedly.
“So what happened next?” Jen asked.
“Nothing, my mother shouted up the stairs and told us to get dressed cause we were going out for breakfast, we both freaked out and took our diapers off right away.”
“Awww, that’s no fun” said Jen.
“Anyway the last thing I wanted was for my mom to catch Steph wearing one of my diapers, and a wet one at that! How would we have explained that to her? She knew Steph wasn’t a bed wetter.” Michelle replied.
“Did your mom ever ask why there were two wet diapers in the trash that morning?” Jen asked.
“No, I emptied it later and she never saw them” Michelle replied, “Even if she had I would have told her that I woke up wet in the middle of the night and changed myself” She added.
“Anyway,” she continued. “We talked about it later that week and Steph wanted to do it again next time she slept over, so the next weekend we did it again and several more times over the next 2 years.”
“Those must have been fun times” said Jen.
“They were, we talked about everything when we were diapered together, boys we liked, girls we hated, sex, or at least what we thought sex would be like. That eventually led to talking about…you know pleasuring ourselves” Michelle said, she was too embarrassed to say the word masturbation.
Jen giggled, she thought it was cute that Michelle was embarrassed by the topic. She seemed so innocent, and her current age added so much to the look.
“We told each other about the first time we each did that to ourselves” Michelle said. “Finally one night when we were 13, sleeping at my house and wearing diapers again, we had been talking about it so much that Steph admitted to me that she was so excited that she wanted to do it right then and there”
“No Way!” interjected Jen.
“Yes way” answered Michelle. “She asked me if I was excited too.” Michelle said. “I was of course. So I told her that I would do it if she did it too.”
“Wow” said Jen. “Tell me what happened.”
Michelle giggled at her.
“We’ll, Steph wet her diaper while I watched, and then I peed in my own diaper, and then we did it.” Michelle said.
“That’s it!?” asked Jen, with a tone of disappointment.
“That’s it” answered Michelle.
“Well that was an anticlimactic tale” said Jen tickling Michelle again with a pouting look of disappointment on her face.
“Stop that!” Michelle giggled, “What do you want from me? We were only 13 and it was really weird to be doing that in the same room together!” Michelle said.
“Well you could have at least spiced up the story” Jen said. “Was it at least good?” she asked.
“You’re naughty” Michelle replied. “Yes, it was good” she added.
“So you never did it again after that?” asked Jen.
“Nope, never…at least not with Steph in the same room, only by myself.” Michelle answered, blushing.
“Well did she enjoy it too?” Jen asked.
“She did” Michelle answered, “But we never spoke about it after that.”
“Did you ever wear diapers together during sleepovers again?” Jen asked.
“Only a few times, after that” Michelle answered. “My bed wetting began to stop a few months later and I eventually got out of nighttime diapers for good. We grew up, went to college together and let the whole experience disappear into our past.” Michelle said.
“That’s too bad.” Jen said, “It must have been hard for you to leave that hanging over your head without any sort of closure.” She added.
“Yeah, I always wanted to bring it up with Steph and talk about it, but I think she was just as embarrassed by the situation as I was.” Michelle said.
The two girls lay next to each other on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. “It’s starting to stink like pee pee in here” Michelle said. “Yeah, I guess we should get cleaned up before we leak” Jen replied with a giggle.
They got out of bed, walked down the hall to the bathroom, unfastened their soaked Pampers and let them drop to the floor. Each took a turn on the toilet to return to adulthood, the two women showered together, dressed and went down to the kitchen for breakfast.
“So what are you going to do about Steph’s visit?” Jen asked as they prepared breakfast.
“Well, I’ve got a few ideas.” Michelle said with a smile as she buttered a slice of toast. “Let’s have breakfast first then I’ll tell you so that you can tell me what you think.”
“Ohhh, are you up to something naughty?” Jen asked.
“Not me” Michelle answered, “I’m a good girl” she added, blushing harder than ever.
To be continued.