A Room with a View
by Bo Tox
My name is Grace Littlebear. I am a graduate of a special program designed to deter women such as myself from becoming repeat offenders. I was in the program for a whole year and they retrained me to be a productive citizen. It was this program that got me on track. Unfortunately for myself and my other two roommates, Nikki and Maria, it has left us functionally incontinent. We need diapers or some form of protection at all times.
There really isn't anything wrong with me or my roommates but we were court ordered into diapers for a full year. Not only was there a court order, there was a physical restraint imposed on us. We had no way to use the toilet. It was diapers. Period. We sort of became lazy with no other options. You eventually learn to accept it since you can't hold it forever. It took a year to get this way. I suspect it will take a year to get it back.
Now that I'm out of the program, I have a good job and I make decent money. That's how we got a nice apartment for the three of us. I work for a very successful woman, Liz, that went through the earlier version of the program. She, too, is pretty much incontinent. She wasn't force into diapers by a judge, she was injected with botox. If she didn't wear diapers she would have left a puddle every where she went. Her recovery is different than mine but she, too, still wears diapers after more than a year out of the program.
I've just stayed the first night in my new apartment. The freedom of not living in a halfway house may be my undoing, though. At this time in my life, I'm now a bed wetter. This morning, I again woke up soaked. It must have been all the cola I drank last night. Maybe I should hold off so late at night. Thank goodness for thick, absorbent overnight diapers!
I showered and got ready for work. It was relaxing to have the shower all to myself. No rush to get in and out by a stop watch. To know that putting on a diaper was my choice and at my liesure rather than a legal requirement. Best of all, to know I was only 10 minutes from work on foot!
As I had been doing most days since I was released from the dreaded confinement belt, I reluctantly wore a pullup to work. The progress was slow. Thirty minutes was about all I could hold it and I could sense Liz's frustration when I suddenly needed to use the bathroom. It was a bit embarrassing with others in a meeting. After all, she was in the same boat but it didn't make her run out and have a wee.
That night, Maria and Nikki both came over to the new apartment for a few hours before heading back to the house. Both were moving in tomorrow. They had been to the grocery and were stocking the fridge and pantry with food. Maria agreed to do most of the cooking since I was a lousy cook and was rarely home early enough to make dinner. Nikki brought home a pizza every few nights as something different. She often brought home other things as well. She'd been stocking her personal toy box with adult toys.
"I can't help it," she always said, "I'd have something up my ass all the time if I could get away with it!"
Nikki was, after all, very anal erotic. You could always tell when she bought a new toy because she'd go straight to her room without so much as a 'hi' and close the door. She'd be in there for half an hour before she'd come out and speak to us. Sometimes we'd hear a muffled moan. We suspected she still had her toy inserted since she would not sit or ever so gently rested her behind on the edge of a chair.
Sometimes Maria would come out of her room in the morning wearing nothing but a half shirt and her very soggy diaper. Her long, wavy black hair and dark eyes made the image surreal. She acted as if it was the most normal thing in the world for a grown woman to wear a diaper around the house. Well, maybe for this house it was perfectly normal. Then again, this was not a normal house.
Maria, Nikki and I went shopping with our vouchers for some supplies. Since the program made us incontinent, they provide vouchers to purchase products at local medical supply stores. This was the first time we were sure what Nikki was doing since being released from her diaper and belts. She'd never explicitly said she was still wearing diapers or had managed to kick the habit.
Nikki went straight up to the counter, "I need velcro closure adult cloth diapers and plastic pants, size medium. Do you stock those?"
The nice, older gentleman behind the registered pulled up his glasses and said, "Several kinds, young lady. If you don't mind, for you or someone else?"
"Me," she said without flinching, "Bed wetter. Very heavy bed wetter."
I watched intently as the man smiled and walked over to a back shelf to show her the merchandise. I followed, curious about the nature of reusable products. I saw him hand her several thicknesses of garments before moving to waterproof pants.
"Being a bed wetter is nothing to be ashamed of. Glad to see you taking some responsible action for yourself. These are our thickest velcro diapers," he said, "A soaker can be inserted to increase the capacity. The only thing we have that is more absorbent is these pullons and you can still use soaker in them, too."
"I'll take two of each," said Nikki, "and a half dozen soakers."
"These are the lightweight plastic pants," said the gentleman, "They are good for light incontinence or even over a disposable for added insurance but I'd recommend a pullon in urethane over a snapon anything for heavy wetting."
Nikki looked at the panties he showed her, held several up to her waist, "I'll take one in blue and one in pink. Let me have a pair of the snapon in black just to mix it up."
"I think you'll be quite happy with your selection for both comfort and effectiveness," said the fellow, "Do you need anything else?"
"Yes, I need something disposable for everyday use," said Nikki, "Something quiet."
"We have just the thing," he said pointing to the next aisle, "These have good absorbency and a cloth-like backing to keep them very discrete. They should work well alone or with waterproof panties."
She looked at the sample he showed her, "I'll take a bag of these in medium as well."
He rounded up her order and she paid for it with her vouchers without incident, "Can I help your friends as well?"
"They are a little shy," said Nikki when she pointed to me, "Especially, that one."
"Don't worry, young lady," he said as he approached me, "We get all kinds in here. Everyone needs a little help now and again."
I stammered every so quietly, "I, uhm, I'd like one of the velcro diapers like she got, a few soakers and a pair of pullon white panties. I'm just not sure they are right for me."
"No worries, yound lady," he said, reassuring me, "You won't be sorry. If you aren't happy, I'll give you a discount on your next order. Anything else?"
I sheepishly whispered to him, "Something in a heavy disposable, too!"
He winked and showed me a bag of diapers, "There are only 14 in a bag but they will hold all night."
"Some decent pullups for daytime, too, please," I finished with a bit more confidence.
I nodded as he rang up my purchases and accepted my vouchers. Next was Maria, who didn't need help. She'd already selected her products while he was helping us. She picked out two pair of pink ruffled plastic panties and several types of cloth diapers. She also had a bag of thinner diapers than I or Nikki had selected. She piled them on the counter for him to ring up.
"I pretty much know what I need," said Maria.
Now came the most embarrassing part. We had to walk two blocks carrying various diapers and plastic panties, concealed only by very thin shopping bags. I think I had a harder time of it than Maria or Nikki.
Once inside, I asked Nikki, "You still having a hard time holding it, too?"
Nikki grinned, "Yeah, some. I think I like them as much as anything. I got used to just letting go whenever while I was being punished. Why hold it when you can keep going without a worry. Plus, a very thick diaper holds my toys in really well."
That night was the first night I'd worn anything besides disposables in my whole living memory. Maria knocked on my door as I was laying them out to inspect my purchases more closely. I wasn't wearing one yet and was just standing there in a soggy pullup and old t-shirt after having stripped off my clothes in contemplation.
"Grace, can I come in," asked Maria.
I opened the door, "Sure, just trying to decide, cloth or disposable."
Maria twirled around in her newly purchased diapers and fancy panties, "Yeah, I already did that."
She was wearing just a delicately laced pink bra with a very thick cloth diaper and two soakers under her frilly laced pink panties. It looked extremely large compared to the disposables we'd been wearing before now. It did look unbearably cute on her, though.
She pointed to my cloth diaper and plastic pants, "It isn't a hard decision. They are great!"
I put them in a pile, "OK, I'll try this."
"Come out when you're done," she said, "Nikki and I want to see it and you can see ours."
I could not believe it. Three grown women, sharing an apartment and all in cloth diapers with waterproof panties like big babies. No place else could this happen except here.
I laid out my velcro diaper, placed both soakers in the middle and sat in it. It felt comfy. So soft and so much thicker than any disposable I had ever used. I pulled it all up and snugged it with the velcro closures. Then I slipped on my plastic panties. It felt strangely relaxing despite the weight and awkwardness of having so much bulk around your middle.
I looked at myself in the mirror. From the front it was just a bit puffy. From the rear, it was huge! I no longer had butt cheeks. It was now just one big, rounded behind, like a globe where my rear used to be.
I walked out with my robe on and saw Nikki and Maria sitting on the couch. They stood up and I removed my robe. I turned for them and posed. When I turned back to look at them, I spied a figure in the apartment across the street. It was a guy and he was getting a surprise eye full. He was slack jawed with wide eyes and a laundry basket in his hands.
"OH MY GOD!" I yelled, "Close the curtains!"
I immediately put my robe back on and Maria closed the curtains. She peeked out and saw the dark haired young man with funny grin on his face.
"I guess he got a free show," said Maria as she winked at him.
Nikki laughed as she looked out the window and waved to him, "This is the big city. You can see anything here. He'll have a good story to tell tomorrow! At least he waved back and was smiling."
That night I had the best sleep of my adult life. I woke up to my alarm in a dry bed and but a very soaked cloth diaper. It was so heavy it drooped when I stood up. I went to get a cup of coffee before my shower. Maria was already making a pot and still wore her very soggy, sagging diaper, too. Nikki was on the couch with a bowl of cold cereal, also in a cloth diaper and plastic panties.
"Morning, Sunshine," said Maria, "Looks like you slept well and wet."
"Oh! It was so comforting. I didn't even worry about leaking and just slept the whole night through. How about you, Nikki?" I asked.
"Well, I was up late with my toys," she said, "But this thing, with two soakers, holds so much. I give it a 10!"
"Don't forget to rinse them out," said Maria, "Or they will stink. Hand wash your panties. Leave them to dry in the air."
Meanwhile, in the following days at work, Liz was becoming more annoyed at my less-than-stellar potty habits. She finally decided to address it one night when we were working late.
"Grace, you know I want you to succeed but your retraining is getting in the way of your work," she said with authority, "I have the same issues but I do not let it interfere with my career. If you want this to be more a career instead of a job you will have to take steps. Do you understand?"
Reluctantly, I knew what she was saying was correct and I agreed, "Yes, Liz, it has been so very slow. I think I know now what you've been going through. What would you have me do?"
She put her arm around my shoulder, "I know you don't want to hear this but it might be best if you just used your diaper some of the time. Not always but you have to admit, every 30 to 40 minutes is really distracting. I do the same thing. If I can go to the bathroom and it is convenient, I try. If we are busy, I hold it as long as possible then use my diaper. No hesitation."
I nodded my head in agreement, "You're right. You've been so good to me. How about just one potty break before lunch and one after lunch?"
"That's very commendable, Grace," said Liz with a smile, "That's the way to be a team player!"
Even though I thought I was sliding backwards in my toileting skills, my job seemed to smooth out. Liz was impressed with my willpower and rewarded me with an out of town trip the following week.
"We have a client in Dallas that wants to have us give them a pitch," said Liz, "Are you ready to travel for an overnight trip?"
Was I, "Certainly! When do we leave?"
She gave me the details, "We catch a late flight out to Dallas next Thursday, stay at the Hyatt near the airport and then drive in to meet the client."
"I'm a little nervous," I said, "This is big!"
"Be sure to pack enough protection," she added, "We don't want to be embarrassed in front of the clients."
I reluctantly shook my head in agreement. I went home to a nice meal of fajitas and fixings Maria had prepared. Her job never ran late and she was always here when I got home. I guess it wasn't that challenging to make photocopies. She got a new job when she finished the program. It paid the bills was what she always said. Nikki was looking for a more regular job instead of something a college kid would do.
I told them about my overnight trip and they were excited. I'd never flown on a big plane before so I was a bit worried about it. Maria just told me to wear a good diaper and not freak out.
I was now settled enough in my place that I wanted more than just girls around. It all started when I was putting my clothes away after work and I found Mitchell Gray's card from the night out at the club. On a whim, I called the number to see if he was in town. I got his voice mail and left a message.
The next day, promptly at 5:30PM my phone rang with a number I did not recognize, "Grace, talk to me."
"Grace, so lovely to hear your voice," said a voice that could only be Mitchell's, "I was afraid you'd forgotten about me."
"No, I was just in transition," I said without being too far off, "I have an apartment in the city with a couple of girlfriends and we are pretty much settled in now."
"That is wonderful. I've only got tonight in town before I fly off to where ever the client needs me next," said Mitchell, "Would you like to share my last civilized meal with me? I'm thinking steaks at Tony's."
"I'd love to," I said, "That's only a block from here. When?"
Mitchell paused, probably looking at his watch, "Seven sound good?"
I agreed and he promised to spoil me rotten. A girl could get used to that. I changed out of my jeans and t-shirt for something a bit more elegant. Just a nice skirt and blouse with my pullup underneath to insure comfort and confidence. I primped for a few minutes, put on a little bit of makeup and started walking to Tony's. I actually ran into Mitchell on the way. He had just crossed the street and we hugged.
"My, you look lovely this evening," said Mitchell, "I'm so glad you could join me."
"Why, thank you, Mitchell," I said with a mock southern drawl, "You are too kind. You look dashing yourself. Where are you off to next?"
He looked at the paper in his pocket, "I have reservations at a Hilton in Nigeria. Its an oil job. I'll be back in three weeks."
"Nigeria? Is that in Africa?" I asked.
"Yes, it is," he said, "I'll bring you back something if you promise we can have a proper date."
I was floored, "I promise. Here's my number."
We walked hand in hand the rest of the way to Tony's. The place was pretty crowded and I was afraid we'd have to wait but the maitre'd recognized him and called him by name.
"Ah, Mr Gray. I see you and your lovely companion will be joining us this evening," said the maitre'd, "I'm afraid your regular table is taken but I have a lovely table by the window?"
"Excellent, Claude, that would be grand," said Mitchell.
We were shown to a darling table with fresh flowers and a gorgeous view of the sidewalk. I've always enjoyed seeing people and this was wonderful. While I looked around, Mitchell stared at me with a silly little grin on his face.
"Surprise me," I said, "Order me something I'll like."
The waiter arrived and Mitchell ordered himself a beer and with my nod, one for me, too, "Not the designated driver tonight, are you?"
The waitress brought our drinks and took our dinner order. Mitchell ordered two filet mignons with salad and baked potatoes. He promised I wouldn't want to eat for days after this. He was right. The salad was crisp, the bread was hot and the potato was not too dry. Then there was the steak. I normally put sauce all over mine but Mitchell convinced me to try the first bite without anything. It was the most delicious thing I've had in my mouth in my life!
By the end of the meal, I was stuff and soaked. I hadn't counted on having a few beers and they went right through me. I was way past what a pullup should hold and was afraid there would be a wet spot in my seat.
I begged Mitchell to not get desert as it was already 10 O'clock and I had to be at work early. He relented and paid the check. I just wanted to run home and get out of this wet pullup but he insisted on walking me home.