Diaper Girl Stories

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Edited from first story: A Diapered Girl's tale

female

tena slip

diapers

nappies

mother

daughter

incontinence

wetting

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June 1, 2013 in Diapered & ABDL fiction

"Bring....bring...brin..." I slapped my alarm clock down and kicked off my covers. Another sch...no wait it's a public holiday! Yay! I thought, dropping back down on my bed. "Morning Jennifer," my mother called, her figure materialising over me. "Gosh, you had a wet one last night." She was referring to my diapers, which were partly visible beneath my Pyjama bottoms. I've been a massive bedwetter since birth and my mother always insists on changing me. It's just on of the unwritten rules of the house that I can't break. She and Dad (very rare--stopped changing me at about eight) would always tape on my diaper before bed and remove it in the morning. I've only diapered myself once during a sleepover. To school, I wear pullups, or rather those Goodnites for Girls and bring an extra pair in case I neededed to change. Rolling over as I've done for my sixteen years, my mother places a rather large changing mat on top of my sheets. I used to have a child-szie one but soon this one appeared. Don't ask me where my mother bought them from--she would never tell me where most of the diaper supplies come from. Swiftly she untaped my soggy nappy. "Looks like the sun is in full force today," I commented, noticing it shining through my window. "Yeah, it's going to be a scorcher, "my mom replied, wiping my vulva with quite a number of baby wipes. Yes baby ones, it's always been those. I yelped as I always did. "Jenn, you're so old and yet your not used to the wipes?" "You know I always...ow! ow! react to different temperatures, Mom," she was wiping my anal region as I talked. I always asked her why since I only have no bladder control at night. She says it's for hygienic reasons. Whatever. Finally done, I roll over as she unpack another fresh Tena Slip Maxi. Lately my wetting accidents at school have been more frequent and I even peed once in my boyfriend's car--I was wearing protection luckily. Yeah, my mom checks my underwear all the time. So now the new rule is wear diapers as long as I'm at home. Or during long family trips or when shopping with her and dad. The new diaper taped on and with the usual that's it, she said, "Breakfast is waiting. Don't take too long to change." "In that case I''l head strait down, after I brush my teeth," I said. Sauntering into the bathroom, I was struck immediately by the heat, even though the windows there were closed. Coming out, I decided to just wear my diapers and my night T-shirt downstairs. I usually do that in the summertime since wear a bottom would increase the heat around the padding between my legs. "Jenn! Put something on!" My mom screamed, seeing my dress code.My breasts were quite visible through my shirt.
"Mom, it's not like you haven't seen me in this dress code before," I grumbled, sitting at the table and pouring myself some juice. "Morning Dad." "Morning baby girl." "DAD!" I exclaimed. He knows I hate it when he calls me that. "Well, the way you're dressed..." "Horace!" My mom interjected. "Still Jenn, put on a bra especially in front of your father." "You know I've stayed in the house like this before, " I grumbled in return, biting into a piece of bacon. "What do you have planned today?" My father asked, changing the subject. "Nothing really. Jon's got to to work at his temporary shift. I'll check what to do." "Well don't get stuck in the house all day," Dad replied. Breakfast over, her announced he was off for his tennis game. "Come give Daddy a hug." I did so, my 34B breasts pressing against his stomach--I'm quite short. Patting my nappy, he waved goodbye to us. Ugh, I hate it when he does that! Back in my room, I opened the window, remembering to close the blinds--my room wasn't exactly visible to the street outside, but just ot be on the safe side. Clicking on the room fan, I switched on labtop and scanning around my social media sites, most of my friends were busy with their own schedules. I thus moved to my online fiction websites to read. As the minutes passed by, I felt my bladder fill up. Previously when diapered or nappied at home, mom would make me use the toilet and only pee in the Tena Slip if I couldn't make it in time. However, during this new phase wearing at home, she had allowed me to pee in my nappy. I figured out anyway that it would be a better use of the Tena Slip instead of stay in a dry one all day. So that's what I did as I read my stories. An hour into my web surfing, the heat of the room started to increase. Gosh, I thought, peeling off my night T-Shirt and fanning myself. Finally, I yanked off my shirt and threw a nearby shawl over myself. A little bit cooler, I thought. "Jenn!" I was shocked as my mom reappeared in my room again. Then again, I forgot that with this old house, my room door could never be locked properly. "What of earth--put proper proper clothes!" "Mom, the blinds are drawn and anyway, it's so freakin' hot," I countered. "Well, go take a shower; you're the only one who hasn't this morning." I usually shower early but since there was no school, what's the point? "Grr....ok, but you know that means..." That means mom taking off my diaper and wasting a good one--I had only peed once in it so far. Mom would never tape a diaper back once it was removed--yes that's a waste of it and costly but I didn't really care since she and Dad were the ones paying for my nappies and supplies. Finally naked, I entered the shower. True enough, it was refreshing shower--lucky I remembered to switch off the main heater. I took my time and played with myself. Yeah, strange that I get aroused playing with myself using my hands rather than being diapered nightly and now during the day at home. Tap off, I dried myself off, especially my vulva and wrapped my towel over me. At this point, I usually love just wearing a towel--a few minutes of being not in a nappy. Ok, I thought, mom would be calling anyway to tape a new nappy on. So I exited the room, expecting her to be there but she wasn't.
Peeping out of my room, I called, "Mom, I finished showering!" Repeating that, I tip toed down the stairs, only to hear the muffled tones of my mother. Definitely, on the phone, I thought and retreated back to my room. Being lazy again in terms of dressing, I stayed in my towel as I browsed through yet another fiction stoy site. Boring, so I opened a new broswer tab and logged into my secret facebook account. Ever since I knew I was a bedwetter, I wanted to talk people about my bedwetting, but not face to face. I first started out with some online forums, but those got boring. Social media sites on the other hands were cool; lots of people with incontinence problems or those just wearing nappies for fun could be fond there. Today, several of those were online, so I continued chatting to them about diaper/nappy wearing and other stuff. About 15 minutes on, my bladder again started to signal it's need to empty itself. Naturally, one would expect me to use the toilet. However, ever since mom started diapering me at home, she forbade me from from using the toilet for peeing--number 2 only. If she caught me for using the toilet during this "diaper at home" phase, she would yell and punish me. So I learnt how to wait for my nappy change. But this time, my bladder was wildly singalled it had to release its contents.
"MOM!" I cried several times. "I really need to..." She finally appeared, supplies in hand. "Hurry Mom!" I said, plopping my self on the nappy changing pad and lifting my towel--yes I was still wrapped in my bath towel. "Mom...hur...oh S***," I swore, just as she was about to clean me. My urine splurted out. Swiftly, mom pressed another twol against the flow. Finally it turned to dribbled as mom resumed to clean me and tape on a fresh Tena Slip.
"I was on the phone with your cousin Jacky," she apologised, securing the final tape of the the purlish nappy. "Your aunt Lisa is going to go into surgey and I need to head over to theirs and possibly the hospital later on."
"Oh," I said, sitting up and feeling the final lot of my pee staining the new nappy.
"Yeah, lucky your father will be home soon. He'll be changing you instead."
"Daddy?!" My father had of course changed me when I was a baby and did so when they first discovered I was a bedwetter. But that was whne i was a young girl. It has been ages and a ll changes--except those at the doctors--were always performed by mom. Well, once my aunties changed me.
"Yeah, I know it's been a while since he changed you. But it can't be help; I have to go over to help my sis."
"But..." I trailed off thinking about dad, changing me. He's never seen my...
"Young lady, you see what just happened? You need some protection. Now end of story. By the way, do get dress will you?"
"Grr..." I groaned. "But it's still to hot to wear jeans or shorts over my nappy," I protested.
"Well put of a long T-shirt or something. If you want to prance around your room like that, at least make sure the blinds are really close shut."
Mom left again and I undid my bath towel, heading over to my closet. Opening one door, I stared at myself in the mirror. Here was a five foot one teenaged girl with medium sized breasts wearing an adult diaper. That wasn't the only diaper in the room; if you opened my first two drawers--you would find dozens, well maybe nearly a hundred pieces of Tena Slip stacked there. At one corner were a few packets of goodnites that I wore out and to school. Ever since Mom decided I had to wear nappies at home, she had removed many of my knickers and filled the spaces with the nappies, wipes, bottles of powder and dermatological cream. Only like about three or four proper underwear were tucked in one corner.
In a way, been diapered nightly and now daily at home made me feel very much helpless and younger than my age. I definitely wasn't an AB--I knew that was. I would want to suck a pacifier, or dress like a toddler, to play stuff. I'm not so sure how much an DL I am--I don't adore diapers, but I guess I have to live with them, especially at night.
Snapping out of my reverie, I selected one of my purple bras and clipped them on--there, Mummy won't be complaining about my bouncy boobs. On top of that went a rather long tank top. That really didn't cover my nappy, but at least it covered me. Back to my labtop, but no one was on my secret facebook or my actual facebook. I glanced back at the story web site but got bored, so I turned to my actual books to read.
About half an hour later, the sun was definitely out in full force. Hmm, I thought, why not make some use of it? The garden could be a choice, but that would mean wearing shorts over my nappy and trapping more heat over the padding. But our house had an access to our flat rooftop though a skylight. That rooftop was covered so no one else could see who was above. Yeah, I thought, exchanging my bra for a halter neck bikini top. I glanced at the skimpy bikini bottom and sort of regretted I wouldn't be able to wear that.
Just as I headed for the roof with my sunbathing accessories, I collided into mum again. "Where are you going?"
"To sunbathe on the roof. It's shielded so no one would see me."
"Let me check your..." She bent down to inspect the wetness indicator on my nappy. Not really stained. "You better come down if your nappy is nearly wet. You know my rules. And lunch will be ready soon. I have to leave after that."
"Yes mum," I scampered off, glad to be away from her. Getting to the rooftop meant opening our three decades old access panel covering the skylight. It's age meant much tugging and pulling but finally it gave way and I was greeted with the burst of sunlight.
I'm loving this story! And trust me, there's at least over a hundred people on this sight who love it too, probably. What I've come to learn is that the overwhelming majority of people who go on this sight want desperation and pee-pants, not diapers. Diapers is a side fetish for this sight.
I know this because I've been typing a really good diaper story and I only got a few comments on the whole series, and I only get about 50-200 viewers each time I make a post, at best, but the few comments that I get are people telling me how much they LOVE my story. So don't be discouraged if you don't get a whole lot of comments. Maybe you wouldn't, but I did for a while, so I wasn't sure.
Anyway, You're story's great. The characters are lovable, the plot is moving along nicely, and it's pure diapers, just what the DL audience would want. And this is one of the few good stories that doesn't involve some kind of parental abuse or neglect. My heart can't take those kinds of things. I'll be following your story. Keep up the good work!
I'm loving this story! And trust me, there's at least over a hundred people on this sight who love it too, probably. What I've come to learn is that the overwhelming majority of people who go on this sight want desperation and pee-pants, not diapers. Diapers is a side fetish for this sight.
I know this because I've been typing a really good diaper story and I only got a few comments on the whole series, and I only get about 50-200 viewers each time I make a post, at best, but the few comments that I get are people telling me how much they LOVE my story. So don't be discouraged if you don't get a whole lot of comments. Maybe you wouldn't, but I did for a while, so I wasn't sure.
Anyway, You're story's great. The characters are lovable, the plot is moving along nicely, and it's pure diapers, just what the DL audience would want. And this is one of the few good stories that doesn't involve some kind of parental abuse or neglect. My heart can't take those kinds of things. I'll be following your story. Keep up the good work!
Thank You Marin! i know there are some typos and i was going to fix thme but it seems like I can't edit old post after 24 hours.
I proceeded to set up the small collapsible chair and lathered the parts of my skin I didn't want to be burnt. Looking down at the nappy, I half wanted to un-tape it to expose more on my thigh area to the sun but mum would have a fit. She always knew if my nappies were touched by me. I know it's strange, but that how it is living under my parents. Whne I moved out, well at lest to university, I guess I'll be free of the day diapering.
Everything set, I laid back, enjoying the burst of sun (my eyes were of course shielded with sunglasses) and I slipped on my ipod earphones and hummed along to the various tunes. I then drifted off to a slight slumber...
Suddenly, I snapped out of my sleep. What the? Oh crap, I actually soaked my nappy. For once, I was glad I was diapered at home. Another signal came, no, this time from my butt. Must be the contents of breakfast. Snapping up, I headed over to the latched but it wouldn't budge. I tugged again and again but somehow the silly age old latch would not open.
I tugged again and gain desperately. It wasn't my soggy diaper that mattered, but the need to poo. Yes, that's yucky, and yes I had a nappy on. but I never wanted to poo in them. BANG ! BANG! I struck at the frame again and again. Yet,the darn silly structure would not move.
"Mum!! Mum!! Are you there?! I'm stuck!!"
Finally, the latch gave way, with mum appearing. "Jenni..." I didn't bother to respond as I ran so fast, even dropping my sunglasses, down the stairs and to the bathroom. Slamming the toilet seat down, I yanked at my nappy tapes when all of a sudden...
I shan't describe what happened--it's definitely yucky--and I pinched my nose as I sat there on the toilet seat. "Jennifer, is everything alright?" She appeared at the doorway--yes in my haste I didn't lock the bathroom door. "Oh, " was all she said, looking at the messy nappy on the floor. I turned a bight red as she pulled out a trash bag and proceeded to clean the up the semlly mess.
"Were you unable to hold your..." she began.
"No mum, you could hear me the latch was stuck. And the pee is cause I fell asleep". Gee, don't tell me she thinks I'm starting to be faecal incontinent.
"Well lucky you made it down in time. I guess you see the value of wearing a nappy at home," she commented, spraying some cleaning liquid where the messy nappy was. Actually, i still don't I thought, but not wanting to push the matter further. "Don't spend too long ; I have to clean and change you and lunch is almost ready."
Actually, I did want to sit on the toilet seat more. Ever since mum laid down law of being diapered at home, I peed in toilets outside which naturally weren't that clean. So I stayed on the bowl a while longer before cleaning up and flushing. Exiting back into my room, I heard the buzzing of my mobile.
"Hi Jenny! How are you on this blazing burning day?" It was my best friend since kindergarten, Lauren on the line.
"Hey you, it's ok...nothin' much," I replied, definitely not wanting to tell her what just happened. In case you're wondering, yes I was standing there semi naked, only in my halter top bikini.
"Want to watch the latest chick flick? I got it for a darn cheap price from ebay."
"Sure! What time..." I was thinking of heading over to hers.
"Oh but my player's broke Jenn-kins, " she said, calling me by an often used nickname. "Why don't I head over to yours at around 2? If that's ok? Get some icy cold pop ready."
I thought for a few seconds. We didn't have any soft drinks in the fridge at the moment, but I could hop over to the stores easily."It's a game, Lauren. See you then."
"Mom? Can Lauren come over later in the afternoon? she's bringing a DVD and she wants me to get get some sot drinks. You knwo that means..." I was talking about wearing a girl's goodnites since I was going out in public. My eyes gave a pleading look to my mother.
"Very well, but you know you have to be cleaned first." So like i did so for the umpteenth time, I laid down on the large adult changing pad and let my mother swipe my vulva with wipes. "You missed cleaning parts of your thigh, she commented. Wiping done, I proceeded to get up when she produced one pair of Goodnites and pull it on for me.
"Mum, you can change my nappy but I'm old enough to put on a Goodnite!" I exclaimed.
"You put it on the wrong way round many times before. Now hurry and get your drinks. Lunch would otherwise be cold. Oh, and change to a proper bra will you?"
I grumbled under my breath. Minutes later, I was out the house, wearing a loose singlet, shorts, normal bra and yes Goodnite. Wearing a thin teenager Goodnite (usually meant for for sleeping, hence the name duh) was naturally a different feeling from that of a Tena Slip Maxi. It's probably like a prisoner allowed to stay under house arrest rather than in jail. Still, Goodnites are Goodnites and they tend to rise up above skin tight shorts or jeans. This once had expose my bedwetting/diapering secret to my boyfriend--more about that later. So I always learnt to let my shirts cover my shorts or jeans to prevent future exposure.
The nearest store or supermarket was actually a bus ride away. As I got of the bus, I did pee a teeny pit into the incontinence brief. Whatever, I thought, mum won't scold; she'll just
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