I wanted to read this, but found it unreadable with the smart quotes and apostrophes converted to question marks, so I had to fix it. After going to that trouble, I'm posting this here to make it easier to read for other who would like to read this excellent little story.
Comfort and Security
Day 1: Shelter from the Storm
The storm was on its way, it was to be a massive tropical storm that would last at least three days. Lindsay and Taylor were out at their parent's beach house, watching the waves roll in as the storm approached. They had been playing on the beach and were intending to head back to their home that was a few miles inland before the storm became dangerous. Their mother was reluctant to let them even go there in the first place, but eventually agreed after much begging on their part. After playing on the beach, they were taking showers when the storm suddenly hit. No one expected it to start so suddenly. But as the wind and rain pelted the small house, they both knew immediately what was going on. No one else was around, so in their panic, they grabbed only a towel each and getting on their bikes, they pedaled home as fast as they could. Riding along small side roads and taking every shortcut they could, the two young girls were coming close to a large set of businesses that were only about a mile inland from the beach. In only a couple minutes, the wind and rain had begun coming with such force that they could barely keep their balance and both of them had lost their towels to the wind. Things were beginning to be thrown around by the violent wind and Lindsay knew they weren't going to make it home.
"Taylor!" She shouted above the gale, "We can't make it, we gotta find shelter now!"
"Where?" Taylor yelled back, "Everything is closed!"
"I don't know, Sis, keep going!"
So the two girls, now cold, naked, and scared out of their wits rode on as fast as they could. Coming along the corner of a building, they spotted a back door that was wide open and swinging wildly in the wind. "Quick! In there!" screamed Lindsay. Ignoring all else, they made a mad dash for the door and once inside, bikes and all; they slammed the door behind them. Safe for the moment, both girls broke down in crying and shaking from fright and cold. Twelve-year-old Taylor clung to her fourteen-year-old sister and they both cried and shivered for at least two straight minutes.
"I'm scared, Lin." Cried Taylor, "What are we gonna do?"
"I . . . we . . . I don't know!" sobbed Lindsay, trying to regain her composure.
"We gotta call Mom. Taylor, your phone, do you have it?"
Still shaking, Taylor looked around. "Um, my phone . . . I . . ."
"Well where is it!?" barked Lindsay in a hurry.
This caused a sudden onslaught of fresh tears and sobs from the younger of the sisters. Realizing her mistake, she hugged her little sister close saying, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." Wiping away her tears yet again, Taylor went to her bike basket; fortunately, the phone was still there and hadn't been lost in the rush. "Here" She said, giving the phone to Lindsay. "What about yours?"
"I left it at the beach house." She replied as she began to dial their parent's number.
Their mother answered in a panic. "Hello" Taylor is that you??
"Mom, it's me Lindsay."
"Right here with me."
"Oh thank goodness. Where are you two?"
"I don't know, in a building."
Her mother began to calm down a bit. "So you're okay?" She said. "I was worried sick when the storm came and you hadn't showed up. I told you to come home early."
"Yeah Mom, we're alright now. We were in the beach house when we heard the storm all of a sudden. So we came riding home, but it was too crazy out there and we found this open door and ran inside and now we're here." Gushed Lindsay all at once.
"Where's "Here?"" asked their mother.
"I don't know, probably one of the ones in the row of stores across from the mall."
"Okay, is it safe" Is it strong? Made of bricks or something??
"I don't know Mom," said Lindsay looking around. There was only a little light from the crack under the door and the glow of her cell phone. "It's like cinderblocks or something." She finally answered after examining the walls. Just then, the low battery sound beeped from the phone.
"Alright," Sighed their mother. "As long as it's a strong place. You know the storm is gonna be three days long. Do you have anything to eat?"
"Uh, a few sandwiches we made." was the reply.
"Okay, look, don't you girls go outside till the storm's gone you hear?"
"It's too dangerous outside, we can't come and get you either. As long as you stay in there where it's safe, you'll be alright."
The phone beeped again.
"Uh, oh," Lindsay said. "The phone's about to die."
"You stay inside, do you hear me?"
"I wanna hear Taylor say it too, put her on."
Taylor, was still right next to Lindsay, and said "Yes Mom, we'll stay right here."
"Okay, I love you girls."
"We love you too Mom" They said together.
"We'll come get you as soon as the storm clears up. I hate to just leave you two there alone, but we can't do anything in this storm."
"Goodbye, call me if you need anything."
"Alright, bye Mom."
She hit the "End Call" button. Then they were left with only silence, darkness, and the sound of the storm outside.
"We need some light," said Lindsay. "I can't see anything."
"We need some clothes," said Taylor." I'm freezing, I'm gonna catch cold, and I gotta pee really badly."
The two girls poked around with the dim light from the phone until they found a bunch of switches. They found a few switches didn't seem to do anything but one of them turned on an overhead light. "Phew, that's better." Lindsay grinned a bit. They were in a fairly large room, obviously a back room to one of the stores in the large strip-mall. There were garage doors at one end and a couple of big, swinging, double-doors at the other. There were boxes in all corners, some of them full, some of them empty and knocked down flat. Near one of the swinging doors there was a desk with a computer and papers all about, next to that was counter with a sink, a microwave oven, and a coffee machine. Taylor spotted a bathroom on the far side but found it locked. After beating and pounding on the door, she gave up in frustration.
"Let's go in the store and see what's there." said Taylor impatiently as she headed through the swinging doors. Lindsay following, they were greeted by a huge store. Only a few lights were left on as most stores do when they close up. At the front of the store, the windows and doors were all boarded up in preparation for the storm. However, between them and the front of the store were many aisles, shelves, and racks of baby products. Everything from baby food, to cribs, clothes, toys, and diapers was stocked throughout the whole store.
"Oh great," said Taylor, rolling her eyes. "A baby store, just what we needed."
"Seems fitting, you're always acting like a baby anyway. Why don't we go get you some diapers?" teased Lindsay.
"Shut up, Lin." was all that came back. The mention of diapers reminded Taylor of her dire need to use the bathroom. The thought of diapers crossed her mind for just a second but she shook it off and giving her older sister a mean look, she resumed her now quite hurried quest to find a toilet. Seeing a sign for restrooms with an arrow, she headed in the direction it pointed. To her great distress, she wound up staring at a pair of locked glass doors. Beyond the doors was a play area for babies to the left, and a small eatery to the right. Directly across from her, however, were the doors to the restrooms. Taylor let out a few quiet sobs of defeat. "Aww come on!" She pouted.
Seeing that there was no getting through, Lindsay stated, "I'm gonna go look through the store," and left her sister to ponder her quickly escalating predicament. "Whenever you're ready, the diapers are over there!" She called back over her shoulder teasingly. Taylor was too focused on getting through the doors to bother replying to Lindsay's taunting. "What's her problem?" She muttered to herself as she tugged on the doors. "She acts like I'm the only one to ever needed to use the bathroom." She fumed as she slammed herself repeatedly against the doors. Now she was finding it difficult to focus on getting through and not on how great the pressure was inside of her. Removing her attention from the restrooms, she quickly glanced about the see where her sister had gone. After a moment of indecision and assuming Lindsay had gone toward the front of the store, she grunted a hushed "Fine!" and pranced across the store as quietly but as quickly as she could without letting herself go. At this point, she didn't care what she did as she ran down the aisle. She was hoping to grab something more dignified like training pants or nighttime underwear, but in her haste, she just grabbed the first package she came upon. This turned out to be a package of traditional disposable diapers, this one in particular was a rather small size too, but Taylor didn't care. She ripped open the package and snatched out a diaper. Unfolding it, she pulled it up between her legs and never even got to tape it up before releasing the flow she had been holding in with great difficulty. The slim, twelve-year-old let out a half-groan, half-whine as she emptied her bladder into the diaper that she was clutching tightly against her smooth crotch area. The pee came slowly for only a second or two, and then became a full-on torrent as the little girl fell to her knees in relief. The amount was so much that the small diaper could not absorb it as fast as it came and the last third of it found its way seeping out of the sides, trickling down her legs, and collecting in a puddle on the floor. Taylor finished off with a massive sigh as the last drops of pee came out. Only then, did she open her eyes and examine what she had done.
Before she could even think about anything, there was a bright flash from behind her. She froze in place; a second flash was preceded by her sister's voice saying "Smile." Taylor knew what was happening and that there was no point in running so she knelt there as her lip began to quiver. "Oh, wow!" blurted out Lindsay as she circled the kneeling girl. Taking more pictures on the phone, she said, "I didn't think you'd actually go and use a diaper." Now, Taylor had fallen to a sitting position. "And oh look, see what a puddle you've made too." Lindsay added. "You know, I filmed the whole thing. I just can't believe you actually did it." She chuckled a bit at her. Letting go of the diaper, the embarrassed little girl wrapped her arms around her knees, which she had brought up close to her. Sitting in a diaper and a puddle of pee, she buried her face in her arms and started crying loudly.
"Waaaaaaaah! I hate you! Go away go away go away!" She screamed.
Lindsay suddenly saw that she had really hurt her sister and said "I'm sorry Tay, I-"
But she was cut off with Taylor's "No! Screw you! Get outta here!" as she got to her feet.
"Wait, sis. I didn't mean it. I'm-"Once again, Lindsay was cut off.
Taylor shoved Lindsay back against the shelves.
"Ugh," exclaimed Lindsay. "You're all covered in pee!"
"Then get away from me!"Cried Taylor, shoving her again.
Lindsay ran away, almost crying too. "I'm sorry . . ." She said sniffling as she ran to the other end of the store. Taylor didn't follow her past the end of the aisle. "You jerk!" She said after her. But it was too quiet for Lindsay to hear as Taylor sat down again to cry some more. A few minutes later, both girls had calmed down. Taylor had grabbed a couple more diapers and tried to dry herself off with them. Then she laid some down on the floor for comfort and sat down to think about things.
Despite Lindsay coming along and ruining everything and despite the fact that she saw herself as a "big girl" and tried to act as such, she was having many thoughts about what she had just done. Normally, she wanted everyone to treat her as a grown-up or at least as though she was older than she was. She didn't like being the younger of the sisters and complained when her older sister got to do things and go places that she couldn't. Her Mother, as many mothers do, treated her as the baby just because she was the youngest. She completely overlooked the fact that this meant she usually got her Mom to take her side if the girls ever had a disagreement. She also overlooked the fact that this meant she had fewer responsibilities than her sister did. She only focused on the fact that sometimes she couldn't do things or go places when her older sibling could. Because of this, she always thought she was being treated unfairly. Often, Lindsay would tease her for being the "baby," but this teasing mostly came from her being sad that she didn't get special treatment herself.
Along with all this, Taylor was thinking hard about how she had just peed in a diaper. She knew she had felt great relief from releasing her bladder but there was something else. She knew as well, the satisfying relief that comes from relieving a full bladder under normal circumstances and she knew this was different. She felt somewhat silly thinking about it like this. On the one hand, she felt embarrassed for even doing such a thing at her age, but on the other hand, she felt this sort of naughty pleasure from it. Not in a sexual way, obviously she was too young to be thinking like that. But she got that feeling you get when you do something others disapprove of. Like intentionally getting really muddy after having been specifically told not to. Furthermore, she also felt a very comforting feeling. Although she couldn't put her finger on it, the feeling went right back to baby-hood when there were no responsibilities. The comfort that comes from knowing you don't have to do anything, not even have to worry about getting up to use the bathroom. Lastly, there was the feeling, the raw sensation of peeing in the diaper. Anytime she could think back to whenever she had wet her pants, she was only ever embarrassed because of what others would think of her. Though she would never say it, she actually liked the feeling of peeing in her pants and being wet. This had caused potty training to be somewhat more difficult for her, but no one ever mentioned it and she couldn't really remember back that far. With all these thoughts spinning around inside her head, she had entirely forgotten about where she was and what was going on.
Her thoughts were interrupted when Lindsay sheepishly came back. "Here . . ." She said meekly, setting down a box of wipes and a blanket.
"Here's something to clean you up and keep you warm. I found some clothes over there that might fit you." Lindsay gestured vaguely in the direction she had come from. "You can come on over and pick some stuff out whenever . . ." She trailed off. "Look, Taylor, I . . . I'm-"
"Go away you creep" Taylor cut in without much meaning behind her words. "I don't wanna talk to you."
She wasn't quite ready to talk to Lindsay again, not really very mad at her any more, but still grumpy.
A few moments of silence later, Lindsay hung her head and sighed "Okay." And she left toward the other side of the store once again. Taylor thought about calling after her, but didn't. She had turned her back on the peace offerings when Lindsay showed up but now she slowly went over to them. Opening the wipes, she almost got mad at her sister again, thinking for a moment that the wipes were another taunt at her being a "baby." But she thought better of it as she could tell from Lindsay's voice that she was sincere. Pulling out a few wipes, she went about cleaning herself up with them. This brought back more of those feelings of comfort and a little hint of naughtiness. Trying to get rid of these thoughts, she went about cleaning up what little was left on the floor. She also scooped up all the diapers she had previously used for wiping, carried the whole bundle over to a nearby thrash can and disposed of it. All the while, she was thinking about what she was going to do next. She had something in mind, but hadn't decided on it just yet. When she was finished with the clean up, her mind was made up as well.
"Why not" No one else is around, so I might as well. Lindsay is here but I've already embarrassed myself as much as anyone possibly could. Plus I've kinda wanted to try it anyway but never got the chance." Taylor thought to herself as she returned to the aisle. "Now let's see here, which ones do I want?" She looked up and down and finally came upon one of the larger sizes of disposable diapers. "Here we go." She had been contemplating training pants or something similar but decided against them. "If I'm gonna do it, I might as well go ahead and do the whole thing." This meant to her that she might as well go with the traditional tape-up diapers rather than anything resembling normal panties. The whole thing was completely undignified so why bother convincing herself that any of them were more or less dignified than any other.
Pulling out one of the diapers and unfolding it, she laid it down on the floor. Fortunately she had some experience with baby-sitting, and knew how to handle a diaper. However, to be putting one on herself made her a little nervous for a few reasons. Stretching it out on the floor, she sat down on it and lay on to her back with the diaper underneath. She spread her legs a bit and made sure the tape flaps weren't tucked up under her. Then she leaned forward a bit to grab the front of the diaper and pull it up between her legs. Almost immediately, she felt that comforting feeling and a little bit of mischievousness. She continued by making sure she had positioned herself properly, and finished by taping up the sides, first the right, then the left. She lay there for a minute and took in the feelings of comfort from both the physical sensation of the bulk of a diaper between her legs and from the meaning of wearing one at her age. Thoughts came to her mind such as "Why is a twelve-year-old choosing to wear a baby diaper?" But she brushed them away by thinking "Who cares" This is actually really soft, comfy, and kinda cool." As she got up and grabbed the blanket, she noticed the unmistakable feeling of trying to move normally while wearing a bulky diaper. It was also impossible for her to ignore the loud crinkle it made with every movement. Even with a raging storm outside, the sound was enough that there was no hiding it from anyone in close proximity. After taking a few practice steps up and down the aisle, she found she had to waddle a little bit and this caused her to giggle at herself. "Now to go make Lindsay laugh at me," she announced cheerfully to herself and all the inanimate objects that surrounded her.
Lindsay had run away after Taylor's sudden reaction to being caught and teased. Almost before she had made it around the end of the aisle, she had begun crying. Though not nearly as violently as Taylor had, she was a little scared of what she had done, and what it might have done to her little sister. She replayed the whole scene in her mind. At first, she had gone back after not hearing the door being slammed for a few seconds and noticed Taylor darting across the store. Not sure what she was doing, she followed her until she came to the aisle full of diapers. The older girl almost announced her presence right then, but slowly realized what her sister was about to do, so she waited. "Oh my gosh." She gasped to herself. "Is she really gonna…." Quickly she turned the phone's camera on and was barely in time to record the opening of the package. "No way!" Giggled Lindsay to herself as she filmed. "She's gonna be so mad when she knows I recorded this." Then as the performance came to an end, she burst upon the startled younger girl and began to tease her by taking pictures. She figured Taylor would yell at her and run away, but was surprised when the only reaction was defeated sobbing. She was about to ask if she was alright when the loud howling started, followed by the assault and ending with the girls parting; tears on both sides. As she ran, she cried and wondered if she had really hurt her sister's feelings. Feeling helpless and guilty, the dark-blonde-haired girl could only wander the store aimlessly because she knew that they both needed to calm down for a while longer. During her wandering, she thought about her sister. "Why did she do that?" She thought. "I'd never do that. If I had to go, I'd go to a corner or something." The fourteen-year-old wondered what it must be like to do that, but pushed away the thoughts in favor of how to make her sad little sibling forgive her. Lindsay looked about until she found some wipes and thought they might be useful. Then she found some blankets and grabbed two. As the excitement wore off, she found herself very cold and knew that Taylor must be cold as well. So bringing her gifts to the end of the aisle where the young girl sat, still crying softly, she attempted an apology but was sent away again. Knowing better than to push things too fast, she left the gifts and went back toward the clothing section to try to find more things to wear than just a blanket. Searching through the racks yielded a jacket that was large for a toddler, but fit her quite snugly. It was a light green jacket with a hood and long sleeves. It wasn't a full winter coat, but it was enough. The storm had brought a sudden drop in temperature, and the building was kept rather cold to begin with so the jacket was just what she needed. For her lower areas, she could only find what she considered 'training panties' but were just cotton girl's panties with decorations on them. Disapproving of them for being too infantile, she reluctantly put them on and found some boys sleeping pants for her legs. The boys' pants were much baggier than the girls? ones so they fit better. Unfortunately, for any attempt at fashion, these ones had rocket ships and planets decorating them. Rocket ships, she decided, were better than racecars and motorcycles which were her other option. "Why couldn't we end up in a designer clothing store?" She asked herself as she seized some fuzzy pink slippers for her feet. "Well," she said as examined herself, "At least they're warm and cozy."
When Taylor finally made her way across to the clothing section, she was a bit cold despite the blanket. Both girls were in a much better mood when they confronted each other but there was silence for a few awkward seconds as both girls looked down and tried to find the words to say.
Lindsay broke the silence with a loud inhale followed by. "I'm sorry Taylor, I shouldn't have teased you."
"It's okay," was the quiet answer.
"Forgive and forget?"
"Oh I'll forgive you, but I ain't gonna forget." Taylor said with a smirk. Both girls giggled a bit.
"C'mon." Said Lindsay, trying to help lift the heavy mood. "Let's find you some clothes. You must be freezing with only that blanket."
"It's not only the blanket."
"Huh?" Lindsay looked puzzled.
Taylor pulled open the blanket to reveal her entire body. Seeing the diaper, the older girl could only stare with her mouth open. "What?"
"Yup." Said the diapered girl, almost proudly. She was pleased with extracting such a response from her sister. "What'cha gonna do about it" Are you jealous?? She teased.
"Why what?" Prodded Taylor, now quite enjoying showing herself off.
"Why are you wearing . . . that?" Lindsay felt uncomfortable saying the word in a serious manner.
"There are other clothes here, you know. Plus uh . . . those are for babies." Pointed out the older of the two as she was now collecting herself after the initial shock of seeing her sister proudly wearing a diaper.
"So?" Taylor began to defend. "I think it's comfy and soft. Plus everyone treats me like a baby anyway; I might as well get to be like on for a change."
"Right." Said Lindsay, returning to her usual self. "And speaking of change, what are you gonna do when you need to . . . um, go?"
Taylor, in her excitement, hadn't put much thought into it. She now backed down a bit in her pride as she thought for a minute.
"I don't know." She said simply. "Whatever, I'm gonna go find some stuff to wear. Why don't you go get our sandwiches, I'm starving." She wouldn't let her sister bring her down out of her high spirits.
"Fine, why don't you go find a pacifier and a rattle while you're at it." Lindsay was now back to teasing the younger girl.
"La la la! I can't hear you!" Sang Taylor. "By the way, nice rocket ships." And with that, she crinkled away happily.
"Hmph, rocket ships are better than diapers." Grunted the older girl to herself. But the mention of food sent her in search of their bikes. On the way, she spotted a mini-fridge next to the sink in the back room. All that was inside was either way out of date, half-eaten, or completely uninteresting. She voiced a quick disapproval of the items and continued to the bikes. Upon finding them and inspecting the baskets, she produced two peanut butter and jelly sandwiches in brown paper bags. They were quite soggy from their trip through the rain and were far from appetizing.
"Yech." Was the disgusted remark on the condition of the sandwiches. "And this is supposed to last three days too."
A similar response was given when the sandwiches were presented to Taylor who had now found some clothes to wear. She had found something like a nightgown, which in fact, was a nightgown but for a much smaller size person. It was white and would have been rather loose fitting on the type of child it was intended for. But on this, larger child, it ended up much like a shirt, fitting a bit loose, and coming down only just past the waste. It in no way covered the obvious bulge from the diaper, which was now covered by a pair of tight-fitting, pink sweat pants. These only amplified the bulk around her. Contouring nicely to her slim legs, they showed off her shapely curves starting at just above her ankles and working their way up until they came past her thighs. It was here that the cushioned mass forced the tight yet stretchy pink pants to change their shape from what would have been a slim, twelve-year-old behind, to that of a much larger disposable diaper protruding greatly in front and back. Finally, she had adorned her feet with blue socks, the kind one usually wears without shoes and that have little rubber-like patches on the soles to prevent slipping on smooth surfaces.
"Aren't you a sight." Said Lindsay upon seeing the outfit.
"Two words Sis: rocket ships." Was the smart reply.
"You know what? Forget it." Lindsay was tired of hearing about her choice of clothes. She was well aware that they looked a bit ridiculous on her, but she knew defending her choice with reasoning would get them nowhere.
"So now what?" Inquired the young diaper-wearing girl. "These are nasty; we can't eat 'em."
"I don't know. Maybe there's something else to eat around here."
"So go find some." Commanded the younger.
"Why only me? Why don't you look too?"
"I don't wanna." Replied Taylor childishly. "Besides, I got other things to do."
"Oh, just some things." She hinted. "None of your business."
"Just don't do anything stupid." Said Lindsay in frustration as she headed off in search of something to eat.
"Wait, I want my phone back." Taylor stuck out her hand expectantly.
"Fine. Here you go." Said the older girl as she handed the phone over.
"Ha!" Exclaimed Taylor. She immediately began to search through its contents with the intent to delete all "incriminating" evidence from her phone.
"I'm gonna delete all these pictures you took."
"Don't forget the video too."
"As if . . . hey wait." Taylor looked up, wondering why her previous tormentor was helping her now.
"Wouldn't it be just awful?" Began Lindsay sarcastically. "If I had sent all those to my phone."
With this new information, the younger girl resumed her task on the phone saying: "Sis, you're phone's probably in the ocean by now."
"Or is it?" Smirked the older one, and pulled from one of the other jacket pockets: her phone.
"It was in a small pocket in the basket on my bike."
"Aw c'mon Lin, get rid of those pictures." Whined the flustered younger sister.
"Please!" She begged.
Taylor was defeated. She let out a big sigh and went off across the store. Lindsay too, headed off, but she went toward the food section of the store. There wasn't much that enticed her, but the feeling of hunger broadened her interest. There were jars of baby food and plenty of snacks like crackers and other small items. There were also boxes of powdered milk and baby formula. These she passed over, but collected a few boxes of crackers. Just then, her sister came by and held out a flashlight.
"Here." She said. "I found these by the front."
"Gosh, do you have to take everything?" Asked Lindsay, who had begun to think about how they were just taking things from the store. "Do you think we should really be taking all this stuff" Isn't it kinda stealing??
"So what?" Remarked Taylor as she grabbed her own boxes of crackers. "Lots of places get robbed after a big storm like this. Besides, it's an emergency and we need it. I'm sure someone will understand." She grabbed a jar of apple-flavor baby food and a box of baby formula. Lindsay finally accepted the flashlight. Despite the fact that there were still lights on, they were only the ones left on after store hours. Most of the aisles weren't lit up and those that were, still weren't very bright. "Okay, I guess." She gave in. She had felt a bit guilty, but was looking for an excuse to cover it up. Her less responsible, younger sister provided the perfect reason to ignore her conscience.
At the back of the store, near the swinging double doors, there were more lights. After a while, the two girls had begun to create their own little piles of goodies. Lindsay had some boxes of crackers, a small chair, a lamp, a large fuzzy blanket, and a sippy-cup from which she had removed the top and filled with water at the sink in the back room. Taylor had also gathered a blanket and chair (though hers was almost a small sofa than a plastic one like what Lindsay had). She also had her own food items that now included some fully prepared baby formula in a bottle and she was using a small spoon to eat from the jars of baby food. "It tastes kinda like apple sauce." She commented.
Exhibiting the tiniest amount of foresight, Lindsay had collected the largest bottles she could, filled them with water, and placed them in the mini fridge for whenever the power went out. Her phone had a full battery so her sister's was charging on the only charger that managed to survive the bike ride. They both had the same model phone so they often used each other's charger. Unfortunately, neither phone had any service by now. Power lines were down all over the place and many of the surrounding areas were without electricity. But for the time being, they still had power and running water in their personal little safe haven.
The desperation of having to pee followed by the relief of doing so had given Taylor quite a rush. Without really knowing why, she wanted to do it again. It wasn't really a conscious thought that led her, but after she had finished her baby formula which she didn't find all that pleasing, she refilled her bottle a few more times with water and drained it each time. Lindsay would have commented on this, but her mind was elsewhere. She wanted to get away, be alone, but knew that Taylor would be too inquisitive if she just went off by herself. While she was dreaming up excuses and trying them out in her mind, Taylor's attention span came to her rescue. The younger girl mumbled something about being bored and went off in search of entertainment. Lindsay lost no time in fleeing to the back room.
Once alone, she tried to convince herself that she was interested in what the weather was like. Upon reaching the door, she tried it. At first, it was almost impossible to open due to the wind, but once she had opened it a little bit, the wind grabbed it and nearly pulled Lindsay out into the storm. It was all she could do to hold onto the door and slam it shut once again. Outside, the rain had slowed for a short while, but the wind hadn't let up at all and had only grown worse. With her inquiries out of the way, she returned to the main reason she had come back here. Finding that the darkest corner of the room was the one by the door, she decided it was the best place to relieve herself. For a while now, and even more so after having a drink, she had been feeling her own increasing need to pee. However, unlike her sister, she had no intention of using a diaper like a baby. So, propping herself against the wall by the door, she lowered both the rocket-ship covered pants and the happily decorated panties beneath. It took a while for her to go. She wasn't anywhere near as desperate as her younger sister had been, and the uncomfortable situation she found herself in made letting go rather difficult. Nevertheless, she started peeing, slowly at first, but then the stream increased. It wasn't long before she was finished with the whole, unsightly process. Forgetting to bring anything to wipe herself with, she had to stay there and drip for a little while. At last, she was able to pull her panties and rocket-ship pants back up and cover herself. She let out a sigh of relief and inspected the puddle on the floor. It was barely visible in the dim light and had merged with the larger puddle of rain that was accumulating beneath the door. Pleased that she didn't need to do anything to hide her puddle, she went on her way happily.
She returned to find that her sister had dragged an entire kid's outdoor playhouse over to the light. The younger girl was now decorating it with all kinds of things. She pulled a small mattress from a crib, some pillows, more blankets, a kid's small side table, and a lamp of her own to furnish the new house. Lindsay didn't see that Taylor had also brought the remaining package of diapers, wipes, and now a changing mat which were tucked under the table inside the house. "This is mine." She stated playfully. "You stay out." Instead of voicing her thoughts on the silliness of the younger girl, she kept quiet. Lindsay was feeling a bit of jealousy about her sister's "house." Despite thinking that she was too old to be playing like this, she went away to make her own. Finding that there were no other toy houses available, she went looking in the back room. For her creation, the now giggling fourteen-year-old carried many large boxes and set them up as a perimeter. Then she laid out a large, flat sheet of cardboard as the roof. Though hers wasn't as impressive, it was larger than Taylor's house. The whole thing was finished off with similar furnishings to what had been done by her sister. Satisfied with her creation, she went inside to lay down for a bit. Neither of the girls were tired as it was still quite early, but they had been there for a few hours and were a little bored. Lindsay lay down quietly and played around with her phone, but Taylor was beginning to get fidgety.
The effect of all the liquids she drank was becoming evident. She knew she was going to have to pee soon, but she was nervous. She wasn't sure if she should do it or not, all the time she spent in indecision also made her need to go become greater and greater. The little girl tossed, turned, and moved all about in her house. Finally, the time came when she could hold it no longer and it was time to let it go. However, she wasn't comfortable doing it there, not with Lindsay so nearby. So with as much stealth as her crinkly diaper would allow, she crept out of the house with an extra diaper, the changing mat, and the box of wipes. Seeing that Lindsay hadn't budged from her dwelling, the desperate girl stole away to the protection of the clothes racks. Laying her items on the ground, she pondered for a moment whether to remove her pants in case of leaks. Her moment was cut short by her bladder finally giving in. She began to pee into the diaper and it only came faster and harder as she relaxed more. She had pulled up her shirt and tugged her pants only just past the diaper itself when she stopped suddenly to observe what was happening. She could only stand still and stare at her front while she relieved herself. As the liquid poured out of her, the awaiting garment absorbed it quickly. This diaper was much larger than the one she had used earlier and it had little trouble in soaking up the twelve-year-old's warm pee. With her legs spread a little, the diaper absorbed and expanded until all was finished. This left a slight yellow tint to the crotch of the white diaper. It also made its shape significantly larger and more bulky between the legs. No leaks were to be found and Taylor was content with wriggling back and forth to allow the diaper to absorb the last of the liquid. As it had been absorbed, it also spread until it had soaked from the front to the back.
Taylor now pondered all these new feelings, not bothered by interruption, she had time to fully evaluate the experience. First was the sudden surprise of wetting herself. She almost thought it was involuntary but her bladder had simply decided that enough was enough and it was time to go. Then came the active feeling of peeing, which was a mix of natural relief and the sensation of the warm liquid gathering around her crotch before being absorbed by the diaper. For someone who practiced the normal habit of using a toilet, there are always feelings of fright and anxiousness for fear that the diaper will simply leak. This fear passed quickly as the flow slowly faded to a trickle and other than being heavier and larger, the diaper seemed none the worse for it. Finally, the little adventurous girl was left with the new feeling of wearing a warm, wet diaper. She had grown ever-so-slightly used to the feeling of the diaper but now the extra weight and mass would not allow her to ignore its presence for a second. She had no feeling of disgust, instead she only found further comfort and thrill from wetting her diaper. Being in no hurry to do anything except enjoy the moment she took a long time before she finally did move. Replacing her pants and lowering her top, she quickly resolved not to change herself just yet. After squeezing her legs together slightly to test for leakage, she settled upon taking a stroll about the store.
Though it would appear outwardly that she was closely examining every item she came across, in reality, she was still drinking in everything her senses where telling her. Walking, waddling, sashaying, bending, crouching, kneeling, and every movement in between: it was all pure luxury to her. In her travels, she came to a mirror, which interested her greatly. Instantly she simply had to stare at what was right in front of her. Instead of what usually greeted her, her gaze was met with someone totally foreign. Looking back at her was what appeared to be a 4? 2? toddler. The face was the same, and so was the light blonde hair that came down about 6 inches past her shoulders. The slightly frilly white top stopped short enough to allow the tight pink pants to display their shape quite proudly. In the front was the unique bulge of her diaper, amplified due to its contents, tight pants that covered it, and only slightly negated by the fact that she was bending forward somewhat. When she turned to inspect her figure from the side, she found her rear end was even more noticeable than her front. As the line drawn by her legs came up, her thighs, instead of flowing into the shape of a small round behind, took a detour along the soft, squishy outline dictated by the rather soggy diaper that had replaced it. Not that there was a problem with anything that she saw, but she did feel the new shape of her rear end with her hands and attempt to flatten the bulk of the diaper. She also tried to remove the wedgie that had found its way between the cheeks of her bottom. This, she gave up quickly in favor of posing dramatically for herself. This even escalated into removing her pants and shirt entirely and performing such movements that would cause a less-knowledgeable person to think she was practicing some form of yoga.
The baby formula had done what it often does. On top of this, cooked apples or pears had the unfortunate effect of causing this particular little girl's digestive system to move along at an accelerated rate. As these had been doing their work in previous silence, they now began to take a more vocal approach. Her belly had rumbled a few times but she had taken no notice. Now though, she was pulled away from her ogling by a funny feeling in her gut. She tried to ignore it and return to examining herself but it only grew more evident and noticeable in a very short amount of time. It was only a matter of seconds before she identified what her body was telling her was about to happen. Wetting in a diaper was one thing, but messing it was totally different. Taylor was almost sure she didn't want to do that, but she knew she really needed to go. After putting on her clothes once more, she resumed her detailed inspection of the various items in the store in hopes that the feeling would subside. This was not to be the case however, and her bowels informed her of this by suddenly letting out a large amount of gas and a small amount of mess into her diaper. "Oh no!" She gasped as she clutched at her backside. Not knowing what to do, she turned to run and bumped straight into a metal (though fortunately slightly padded by carpet) support pole. The impact wasn't very great, but the shock caused her to release control of her bowels, which in turn released their contents. "Please no!" She whimpered silently as she bent down. Both hands were on her stomach as she clenched to with a futile attempt to stop herself. Unlike peeing, this movement happened quickly and began in full force. Her bowels had entirely let go and a slimy mess had forced its way between her cheeks and into the seat of her diaper. Starting with one large clump that made way for many smaller clumps and great amount of runny liquid, the thick, sticky mass quickly filled the remaining space in the back of her diaper. Only the loud sounds of gas escaping interrupted the short duration of her pooping. In only a few seconds, her inside had become completely empty and her diaper was now completely full.
When it was all done, she straightened herself slowly and very tenderly felt the back of her now very full and sagging diaper. "Ugh." She exclaimed in a hushed tone at what she had done. But although she was slightly disgusted by it, she was once again met with the feelings of comfort and security. She didn't spend much time thinking about these feelings, however and turned her attention to removing the mess from her person. The smell had found its way to her nostrils and although she wasn't completely revolted by it, she certainly didn't welcome it either. Hurrying carefully for fear of leaking and that her sister might come looking for her; she dashed back to her changing supplies and quickly stripped off her outer clothes. Instead is taking the risk of sitting down and possibly causing the mess to squeeze out, she un-taped the diaper while standing. After delicately setting the messy garment down, she began cleaning herself with wipes. By now, all feelings of comfort were gone, instead, the responsibility of the clean up was left to her and it wasn't very enjoyable. After cleaning her diaper area to satisfaction, she decided that she needed some baby powder to avoid a rash. Naked, she ran across the store to acquire the powder. A quick glance in the direction of Lindsay's box house showed that nothing had changed and there was still light coming from inside. When she returned with her spoils, she applied it first to her crotch, then to the inside of a fresh diaper that she had laid out. Similar steps were taken to her earlier diapering as she positioned her bottom and pulled the front into place. Once the tapes were in place, she stood up and dusted off the excess baby powder than had escaped the confines of its target area. Though the powder helped, the smell from the messy diaper was still evident as she wrapped it and the wipes up in a bundle. Once the undesirable thing was disposed of, she clothed herself once more, collected her things and headed back to her little play house. She was feeling very happy to be once again, wrapped in the soft yet confining embrace of a clean, disposable diaper. Her intentions were to recline comfortably and study the new feelings in detail, preferably while snacking on something, though this time; she made it a point to avoid foods that would have similar effects on her digestive system.
While dining on crackers, small wafers, and various flavors of jarred baby food, there came a light knock on her door. It was Lindsay who was bored and came over to visit. As the door was opened, the aroma of baby powder was the first to greet the visitor. This halted the pleasantries that were about to be exchanged and replaced them with inquiries into the rather obvious odor and its origins.
"What's that?" Said Lindsay as she sniffed deeply. She knew full well what it was, but asked anyway out of curiosity.
"What's what?" Answered the little girl, who began to search her mind wildly for an excuse or diversion.
"That smell." Replied the other, now peering around the small house. "Is that baby powder?"
"What smell? No. I don't smell anything." Stammered Taylor, now desperately trying to avoid the oncoming interrogation.
"Oh come on Tay, the whole place reeks of it. Why on earth did you use baby powder?" The older girl's face broke into a triumphant grin as she put the pieces together. "Oh I see now." All Taylor could do was sit there and meet her sister's gaze with an awkward, sheepish smirk.
"So you changed I assume. And that means you must have had a reason." Lindsay began to lay out the obvious as she tormented the embarrassed little girl. "Did the baby go pee-pee again?"
"Maybe…" Taylor stuttered with an innocent smile, not as much ashamed of what she had done as she was of her older sister's teasing her about it. "How would you know I wasn't sitting here the whole time?" Was her only attempt at defense.
"Well apart from that smell and the way you're acting, your pants are on backwards too." She pointed out.
With a gasp, Taylor looked down to find that what Lindsay said was true. Defeated, she could only reply, "Fine, I did. What do you want?"
"Only that you admit it. The way you're hiding it, I'd think you made a stinky too."
Had Taylor tried, she could have easily bluffed this one off. But it caught her by surprise and she let her expression give herself away.
Lindsay's eyes widened. "You didn't, did you?"
Still no answer.
"Oh my gosh, you did!" She exclaimed. Taylor remained silent and motionless. Lindsay flipped out, "Oh my gosh, I can't believe you … pooped … in a - a diaper! Ewww! That's so nasty, how could you? Why would you? Ewww!"
"So what?" Cried Taylor, not knowing what to do. "I didn't mean to, it was an accident."
The little girl hung her head down. "Fine." She said bluntly. "I did it. I pooped in a diaper. That's why I smell like baby powder. Are you happy now Lindsay?"
"Well…" Lindsay stuttered, unsure how to handle this. She decided that what Taylor did was up to her. "Okay, I mean that's really nasty but whatever. "
Taylor didn't feel like explaining how it wasn't her fault. "What do you want? Why'd you come here anyway?"
"I was just coming here to say hello. But then I smelled the baby powder and…" Lindsay trailed off for a second or two. "Look, Taylor, I was just gonna say that I don't care if you wanna wear diapers. I think it's crazy but I guess it's up to you. If you wanna use 'em too, it's gross I guess but if you really want to…" Lindsay comforted her sister about her decision. Then she teased her a little. "I hope you don't want to keep wearing them after we get out of here. I mean, you'll always be my baby sister, but that's a little ridiculous. And don't expect me to change you either," She said with a wink.
Both girls laughed. It made Taylor very happy that she could trust her big sister. It also made Lindsay very happy to see her little sister in such a happy mood. They just looked at each other lovingly and smiled.
"You're pants are still on backwards." Lindsay pointed out, breaking the silence.
"You sure you won't change me?" Implored little Taylor, stretching her legs out toward her sister.
Lindsay rolled her eyes. "Fine, come here ya big baby." She said as she grabbed the younger girl by the legs. Taylor only grinned and sucked on her bottle as she was dragged out of her house on the padded seat of her diaper. "Lift your butt." Commanded Lindsay and gave her sister a smack on the rear as she pulled her pants down by the waist. She tugged at them until they came down to her ankles. After removing the pants, she bunched the legs up shorter to make it easier to get them back on, over the feet. Making sure she had aligned them properly, she easily slid each leg of the pants onto the appropriate leg of her sister. Shifting her position to kneeling beside the girl who was lying contentedly on the floor, she began to pull the pants back on. Grabbing at the waist of the pants and shifting each leg as necessary, she worked them up from the ankles, along the legs, and up the thighs until she came to the diaper. "Lift your butt." She commanded once again. As this was done, she slid the pink, stretchy pants up, over the soft white bulk until they covered all that they could. "All done." She stated. "Get up." But Taylor only held her arms out forward. "Oh my gosh, you are such a baby." Sighed Lindsay as the pulled the now fully clothed girl to a standing position. Giving her a playful swat on the behind, she said. "Grow up will ya?"
Taking no mind to this, Taylor embraced her sister and thanked her. "Thanks, big sis." She said in a rather childish manner. With that, she returned to her house and relaxed. This left Lindsay alone and quite perplexed. Why did her sister seem so happy doing something so silly and childish? Did she really like it as much as she seemed to? How could a twelve-year-old girl enjoy wearing and even using diapers? Now she didn't even have any shame about it, she only liked it more and more. Lindsay was confronting feelings of her own, rather than feeling superior or victorious, she felt lonely and a little jealous. She was jealous of her sister's carefree attitude and blissful lack of responsibility. She was also lonely not just from Taylor leaving, but from not having someone to care for her and treat her as she had just done for Taylor. She greatly enjoyed being so motherly with her little sister, but there was no one to do that for her. She wanted to talk about it with Taylor, but when she opened the door a little, she found the girl fast asleep on the mattress. The bulge of her diaper was greatly evident in her curled up position. She looked so peaceful there, and Lindsay thought it best to leave her that way.
Checking the time on her phone, she found it was only early evening. There was no way to keep track of time in the dimly lit store. The lights had flickered a few times before, but now they shut off entirely. A few seconds later, and with a faint rumble coming from the direction of the back of the store, they came back on. This time, they were even more dim than before. They were the emergency lights, powered by a generator that had come on automatically when the power went out, but the young girls in the store didn't know this. One of them, in fact, was entirely unaware of anything as she was still sleeping soundly. With her little sister content for at least a few hours, Lindsay had nothing to do except wander the store with her flashlight and think to herself. The more she thought about it, the less she cared about why she felt this way, and the more she though on what to do about it. She wanted what Taylor had, that innocent happiness that she had just recently begun to exhibit. However, her mind couldn't, or rather refused to, connect Taylor's happiness with wearing diapers. As her eyes grew accustomed the new level of light, she turned off the flashlight. She didn't need it to see where she was going, and she wasn't actively inspecting anything she passed. The slow walking turned into pacing up and down each aisle. Each time she posed the question to herself, the answer was always the same. However, her pride as a young woman (or so she thought of herself) would not accept the answer, brushing it away as childish nonsense. Finally, the answer was staring her right in the face, literally. She had unknowingly found her way to the diaper aisle and was staring at the packages that reached high above her head. Lindsay flicked on the flashlight. "No." She said aloud. But began to examine the packages that were adorned with pictures of happy babies. She grunted disapproval of these and moved down the aisle until she came to training pants. These she pondered for a long time as she turned the package over in her hands. "Nighttime training pants for girls!" Was printed on the package. "Can be worn discreetly in case of accidents."
"No chance of that." Scoffed Lindsay to herself. There were also packages of daytime, potty-training pants that claimed to "Feel just like real underwear." The diaper aisle was near the back of the store and this was too close to the sleeping Taylor for Lindsay's comfort. So, grabbing one package of the nighttime pants, and one of the daytime, potty-training pants, Lindsay headed toward the front of the store for some privacy. When none was found, she arranged various racks of clothes in a circle to create a small, private area for herself. First, she loosened her pants and let them fall around her ankles. "I gotta find something else." She said, regarding the rocket ship covered abomination that she loathed so much. Stepping out of these, she proceeded to slide her panties down and laid them in a heap on top of the pants. Removing the jacket as well for convenience, she paused, naked, as she contemplated the packages before her. Making up her mind, she opened the package of potty-training pants. "Feels just like real underwear!" appealed to her as she pulled one of the child's garments out and examined it in her hands. It was folded very flat, but she pried it open with her fingers. Reaching inside of it, she felt the slightly ruffled edges of the leg openings and noted the soft lining of the crotch area. On the outside were various decorations of princesses, fairies, and the like. These did not appeal to her tastes at all, but she deemed the whole thing tolerable. She stepped first, into the left leg hole, then the right. They made it just past her knees before beginning to become a little tight. Struggling somewhat, she managed to pull them all the way up but it wasn't a very comfortable fit and one of the sides had ripped slightly. Giving up on these, she pulled them back down, ripping them further. She kicked them off to the side before moving on to the second package. Since most potty training occurs at an early age, and bedwetting can continue into the teen years, the selection of nighttime pants included much larger sizes. To her joy, she found that these ones had no silly decorations and were plain white. However, to accommodate a larger person they also were larger in bulk to allow more absorbency. This displeased the teenage girl, but nonetheless she put them on. As before, she first slid her left leg through, then her right. Slowly she pulled them up past her knees and thighs. They came to rest right where they should be, encasing her front, back and between her legs with their soft, padded material. Right away, this sensation excited Lindsay and her bare nipples became hard from more than just the chill in the air. This wasn't a conscious sexual arousal for her, it was more her body's reaction to the soft yet bulky nighttime diaper making contact with her privates. She sighed pleasantly as she began to play around with her new article of clothing. Opening her legs, then closing, she felt the bulk between them and found it very enjoyable. Examining her front, she rubbed the outside of it gently. She ran her fingers along the leg holes, then grabbed the front tightly in her hand and let it go. She repeated this a few times until she was satisfied, then moved on to the rear. She was very proud of her shapely backside in general. The feeling of a bulky nighttime diaper pressing tightly against it interested her greatly. The garment made a slight crinkling whenever she moved around in it, but it was significantly less noticeable than the one that Taylor's true diaper made.
The fourteen-year-old put on her jacket and slid on her pants over the nighttime diaper. Instead of searching for other clothing, she found that the bagginess of the pants masked the bulge of her under-garment quite well, so she kept them. Now that she was in a diaper, all hesitation left her. She walked freely along, in her mind she was playing with all the sensations and feelings that came with every step, turn, rub, press, bunch, and crinkle that occurred. The nighttime diaper reflected the comfort of her jacket but contrasted the loose, bagginess of her pants. While one wrapped her tightly but softy, the other would float limply around her legs, gently caressing them as she moved. Her new diaper brought with it feelings of comfort and security despite the raging storm only just outside. The feeling for her was similar to wrapping herself in a big, fuzzy blanket, and snuggling up in front of a fire during a cold winter night. She remembered this immediately from when she was a little girl and her family had gone on vacation up north in the mountains. Though the store really wasn't terribly cold, all she wanted to do now was snuggle up warmly.
She had almost entirely forgotten about her diaper as she made preparations. Rushing through the store, she grabbed and put on two more pairs of baggy pants, not worrying what designs were on them. Then grabbing as many blankets and pillows as she could find, she piled these in front of her box house. Next, she moved her lamp from inside the boxes to out in front of the soft pile. Finally, grabbing a bottle of juice, (not cooled) and a bunch of snacks, she threw herself down in the mass of cushions and blankets. The end result, looked not unlike curling up in a sleeping bag beside a small campfire. A sleepy girl poked her head out the door, wondering what the commotion was. Lindsay only patted the space beside her. Quickly grabbing her bottle of milk, Taylor came crawling over and flopped down next to her sister. It had grown quite late and both girls were tired from their exciting day. As the girls snuggled, facing each other, Taylor laid her head in front of Lindsay's chest and placed her hand around her sister's waist. "What's that I feel?" She mumbled as her fingers felt the bulk around Lindsay's backside. Lindsay didn't answer as Taylor had fallen back to sleep anyway. Pulling a few blankets over them, Lindsay munched on her snacks and drank her bottle of juice before joining her little sister in peaceful slumber.
Lindsay woke in the night by the pressure in her bladder. Some time had passed and the juice right before bed had only sped things up. Dazed, she glanced around. Nothing had changed except that Taylor had rolled over and she now had to pee urgently. Had she been fully awake, she would likely have gone to the back room to relive herself. However, since she was still very groggy and since her bedding was so comfortable, she didn't want to move and only closed her eyes again. While trying to relax and not being fully conscious, her bladder's control faltered and she began to pee. This brought Lindsay out of her stupor and she sat up, but it was too late now to stop what was happening. The warm pee came, and despite the frightened girl's best efforts, it kept coming until she was empty. Quickly spreading and soaking in, the warm liquid caused the nighttime diaper to increase in size and weight rapidly. Because she was sitting down, the pee had to seek out the furthest reaches of the diaper's front and back before settling in. Lindsay threw herself back and cried a little. She was a little scared from wetting a diaper, but more scared by wetting without really knowing it. After a minute or two, she calmed down. Thinking to herself that she would get up and change soon, she relaxed for a while, eventually falling back to sleep.