Posted by gmoe47 on June 07, 2010 at 17:53 [75.9.158.232]
In Reply to: Story Rquest - Diapered Alumni posted by frustrated on June 03, 2010 at 14:47
Diapered Alumni - Part 1
Written by Brad Warden
Renee Dupree was still asleep as the early morning sun peeked over the
fog shrouded hills of San Francisco. In her residential part of the city,
in a neighborhood of multi-colored homes set along the ocean, everything
was quiet except for an angered seagull squawking its displeasure from the
top of a nearby light post. Even the sea was quiet this morning. Without
a sign of disruptive weather pattern anywhere out in the pacific, the waves
lapped lazily onto the beach under the yellow light of a setting full moon.
Inside her small but comfortable studio apartment, Renee lay stretched
out on her stomach under a jumble of blankets sucking her thumb and snoring
quietly under the gentle breeze of a fan. It wasn’t hot outside, in fact
it was chilly enough to warrant the pile of blankets piled upon her, but
it was a habit she had picked up in childhood and had never dropped. She
had fallen asleep with the tv on, and the silver flicker of electronic light
danced on her smooth, pretty face like reflections off a rippling pond. Her
short, dark blond hair, messed up from seven hours of deep sleep, portrayed
more a scene of serenity than of untidiness. With her thumb in her mouth,
she looked like a sleeping cherub. Adding to the image, her butt peeked out
from under the jumble of blankets, revealing the white plastic of a
disposable
diaper that displayed a line of blue S’s running over her shapely southward
curve. Some of the letters had been blotted out by the warm, congealed wet
spot that had flooded the material of her diaper as she slept.
It had been a year since Renee had graduated from the Warren academy for
girls, where for two years she had absolutely no bladder control at all.
And while she had mostly regained that control, the shunt that had been
placed
in her urethral sphincter had weakened it permanently, and it would never
be the same again. Especially at night.
It was eight AM on Saturday morning, and she was usually up and getting
ready for work by that time. Slowly swimming back up from unconsciousness,
Renee felt the warm, wet feeling of pee flowing into her diaper, but she
made no attempt to stop it. No need at that point, since she could feel that
her bladder was just about empty anyway. Besides it was the weekend, or
‘diaper
days’ as she called it. She could hear the subdued cartoon voices emanating
from the television, and she groped for the remote control laying on the
side table to turn the volume up.
She had set Saturday aside from the rest of the week and proclaimed it
diaper day because she had come to almost grow dependent on diapers after
her two year term in the academy, but because she could only buy so many
packs of adult diapers at a time, she could only afford to indulge in them
a few days out of the week. Besides, too much time in diapers would
undermine
all the hard work she went through trying to regain control of her bladder
and bowels. She did not want to be stuck in diapers again permanently.
Besides,
she liked not having to deal with diaper rash anymore.
Every once and a while, she would have a dribbling accident if her
bladder
was full and she was unlucky enough to sneeze or laugh at a funny joke, but
she still protected herself by wearing easily hidden incontinence pads, and
if she made sure her bladder stayed relatively empty, she had nothing to
worry about.
She turned over on her back and propped her head up to watch cartoons
for a while as she rubbed her hand over the warm wet spot that she had just
added to between her legs. Right on schedule, it wasn’t long before her
rectum
filled to capacity and demanded to release its contents. Renee did not
attempt
to dam the flow, even raising her legs slightly to allow for easier
movement.
Her heart skipped a beat, making her smile as the firm load crept slowly
out between her butt cheeks, covering her bottom like a pile of hot mud with
its soft caress. The freedom exhilarated her to the usual level of intense
pleasure, and the quivering muscles of her excited hole ran wet with pure
sexual excitement. She pushed her bottom into the mess and rubbed it around,
generating a warm, tingle between her legs as the poop squished around on
her sensitive skin. She lay there, stopping occasionally to watch cartoons,
tickling her pleasure spot until she reached a spasming, bed shaking orgasm.
Exhausted but tingly all over from the climax she just enjoyed, Renee sat
up and wiggled her bottom around in the smeared mess in her diaper before
standing up. Yawning and stretching the sleep out of her body and mind, she
walked to the bathroom, the still warm poop gluing the inside of her diaper
to her bottom. She peed again before peeling her diaper off, with the inside
almost completely smeared with the remains of the breakfast she ate
yesterday
morning, she rolled the messy diaper up carefully into a ball and tossed
it into the diaper pail she kept next to the bath tub.
Renee cleaned herself off, scrubbing the skin between her legs and on
her bottom vigorously with a scrubbing sponge and anti-bacterial soap, then
finished cleaning off the rest of her body and washed her hair before
turning
the water off and stepping out to dry herself off.
Walking naked and cold to her bedroom closet, she retrieved one of
doubled
diapers that she made the night before as she watched E.R. reruns. She
tossed
the diaper on the bed and lay down. With the speed of an expert, she
powdered
and diapered herself with a snug fit within minutes. She really had no need
to get truly dressed, she had been working hard all week and she had no
other
plans for the day other than hanging around the house in her diapers and
t-shirt, sucking down baby bottle after baby bottle of juice. She would have
to do a little light house cleaning though. Her friend Rachel, who she’s
met at the academy was arriving the next day, and she didn’t want Rachel
thinking she was lazy. The fact that she usually ‘was’ lazy was completely
beside the point.
She admired herself in the full length mirror on the bathroom door.
Absolutely
adorable, she thought with a small bit of vanity. She was cute, and she was
quite aware of that fact. But her attention focused on her attire, and she
forgot about herself for a moment. She loved everything about diapers, more
specifically, disposable diapers. They way they looked, the way they felt.
She loved the way she could just pee and poop in them with impunity, while
everything else around her stayed dry and clean. A miracle of modern
science.
She splashed some Love’s Baby Soft perfume onto her skin. It was cheap
stuff,
and she would never consider wearing it outside of the house, but it made
her smell like a baby, and she loved it.
She ran her hands over her padded bottom, becoming excited at the caress
of the bulky material rubbing the skin between her legs, subtly pushing them
apart. She felt a slight pressure in her bladder, and simply let it have
its way. She always peed a lot in the morning, but she had made two packs
of doubled diapers out of four of them the night before, and she was well
stocked for the weekend. She was wet again, but with the double thickness,
she could wait a while before having to change. The ringing of the phone
snapped her out of her reverie, and she ran over to the phone excitedly,
crinkling loudly as she went.
It was Rachel. It had been a year since she had last seen her, and Renee
was anxious to see her again. She was calling her to let her know she would
be arriving the next morning around sunrise, and gave Renee the flight
number
and time of arrival at SFO. They didn’t talk long, deciding to do most of
the catching up when Rachel actually got there, and she hung the phone up
after reminding her friend to be careful and to keep her seat belt buckled
at all times. Excited to be seeing a good friend again after so long, her
bladder constricted and released a stream of wetness into her diaper.
‘Oops’,
she thought, grinning.
She decided to pass a few hours by snooping around the internet for a
while, poking around the various adult baby websites she had in her
bookmarks
for any new diaper pics she had never seen before. Sucking on a baby bottle
filled with juice, she happily browsed through the adult baby community,
absently wetting her diaper whenever the slightest pressure arose.
After an hour at the computer, she noticed that she had become quite
soaked,
her diaper now much heavier than it had been what seemed like only a few
minutes earlier. The briefest shade of concern crossed her mind about the
state of her bladder control, but with a few quick squeezes of the internal
muscles, she reassured herself. She would be in diapers for the next few
days, and it was perfectly ok to relax and wet herself whenever she had to
go. This particular brand had never leaked on her before, and she was not
concerned about getting her chair wet. At least not as long as she got up
and changed her diaper soon.
After a quick change, she was back to her normal dry, puffy bottomed self
again. Putting on a pair of pants in the spirit of privacy, she tied up the
bag of rolled up dirty diapers that lined the diaper pail in her bathroom,
and walked it out to the front porch where two industrial sized garbage cans
sat waiting to store the rolled up disposable diaper balls-in-a-bag. The
pail had started to smell, and she scolded herself for not being more
responsible.
After dumping the garbage bag into the can, she replaced the lid and then
turned to take in the gorgeous day that broken over the Barbary coast. She
felt the bulk of her diaper underneath her blue jeans, and when she moved
her legs to turn she could hear the subtle crinkling of plastic underneath
the faded denim. She wondered if it was noticeable what she was wearing,
but she didn’t care either way. The thought of somebody discovering that
she wore diapers was somewhat thrilling to her, but she had never been able
to work up the courage to fully leave her apartment wearing diapers. Looking
both ways up and down both sidewalks, she saw no one approaching, not even
a car. A large black crow gazed down upon her from the power lines across
the street with its beady, obsidian eyes, then ‘awked’ at her before flying
away with a hiss of beating wings. She settled for wetting her diaper
outside,
and felt a chill of pleasure run up her back. She was peeing in her pants
and nobody but herself even knew she was doing it. Maybe later, she thought,
would come outside to poop in her pants too, then maybe pull up a lawn chair
in the back yard and read a book for a while.
After walking back into her apartment, Renee realized that she had not
eaten yet, and her stomach had already started to grumble and complain from
the lack of substance within. Flipping through the yellow pages, she settled
on a Chinese place that delivered. That should make for some poopy diapers
later on, she figured.
Renee spent the rest of the day relaxing as she had planned. She went
through five diaper changes before her last one at bedtime - a triple
layered
overnight diaper - and watched Saturday Night Live in bed as she sucked on
a baby bottle filled with warm milk.
The sweet smells of her baby perfume and the warm milk soon seduced her
into peaceful unconscious bliss, again fell asleep under the shimmering,
silver glow of her television.
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