Posted by gmoe47 on June 07, 2010 at 17:55 [75.9.158.232]
In Reply to: Story Rquest - Diapered Alumni posted by frustrated on June 03, 2010 at 14:47
Diapered Alumni - Part 2
Written by Brad Warden
Chapter 2
Renee parked her white 1994 Mazda in a space by the outer wall of the
airport parking lot on the top level that looked west out towards the steep
hills beyond the north/south highway. Shrouded in fog, the thick white mist
had begun to retreat back to the open ocean as the early morning sun peeked
over the horizon. It was chilly, and a crisp, salty breeze mixed with heavy
overtones of jet fuel whipped off the San Francisco bay, buffeting her face
and threatened to seep through her clothing.
She had dared wearing a diaper under her clothing, only because she
figured
Rachel would also be wearing the same thing, though she was very nervous
and self conscious. It was her first time wearing a diaper under her clothes
out in public, but she was thrilled at the same time. Wearing diapers at
the academy was one thing, every other girl there was wearing them too, but
to go out amongst a public that did not see adults wearing diapers as a
normal,
socially accepted thing to do was a different thing entirely. More than a
few times, she considered taking her diaper off in the car before she
ventured
into the airport filled with strange people. She felt her bladder constrict
with the anxiety. Releasing a small, tentative stream of pee into the
padding
between her legs, her heart skipped a beat. The thought of leaking and
creating
a wet spot in her jeans terrified her, so she didn’t want to let it out too
quickly. Leaky diapers were only ok at home. She hoped that she wouldn’t
have a sudden, uncontrollable urge to poop. She had already had one genuine
accident last weekend, but she had been lucky enough to be at home - and
diapered - when it had happened. Pooping her pants in the middle of a crowd
of people was not something she wanted to experience.
As she finished wetting her pants, she went about making herself look
occupied by locking the door and grabbing her purse. Walking away from the
safety of her car, she strode towards the elevator that would take her down
into the airport terminal, doing her best to walk normally despite the
expanding
wet bulk between her legs. She had done a good job of disguising herself,
and as she reached the elevator that would lower her down to the main
airport
terminal, her confidence grew, and she forced herself to breath slower and
to calm herself. It worked to a point, but she was still not fully at ease.
Listening carefully for any signs of crinkling plastic under the layers of
denim and wool, she couldn’t hear anything, and gaining even more
confidence,
she made her way inside the small elevator and rode it down to the first
floor.
When the elevator doors whispered open, Renee found herself in a corridor
exactly like the one she had just left, and if she hadn’t felt the movement
of the elevator herself, she would have sworn she never actually went
anywhere.
Nonetheless, she exited the elevator, and turning right, followed the
corridor
around a curving bend that took her to a set of moving sidewalks. She
walked,
which doubled her speed, glancing at her clock, she saw that she had another
thirty minutes before Rachel’s flight arrived. No need to hurry. She finally
reached the end of the long corridor, and walking up a set of escalators,
she found herself in the main ticketing area of the San Francisco airport.
The airport seemed empty that morning, with only a few airline employees
mulling around behind their counters, and a few service workers tugging on
carts stacked with luggage. The smell of coffee and pastries tugged at her
nose, and she followed the signs to a café near the metal detectors. She
had some time to waste, and she was getting a little hungry. She sat down
with a cup of coffee at a booth by the window so she could watch the
airplanes
taxi to and from their gates. She felt a slight pressure in her bladder as
she sat down, and carefully let out another stream of pee, giving her diaper
plenty of time to soak it in. It was the second time she had wet since she
arrived at the airport, but she felt she could wet a few more times before
her diaper began to show signs of wear. The onesie she was wearing under
her clothes would keep her diaper from sagging dangerously low between her
legs. She knew now that she should have also worn plastic pants for extra
protection, but she hadn’t wanted any extra bulk. Looking down at her
coffee,
she decided to take it slowly.
It was finally time to get up and walk to the gate, and Renee checked
for any wet spots on her jeans as subtly as she could, pretending that she
was brushing lint off her pants legs. There were no wet spots, her diaper
didn’t even feel heavy yet, so she did her best to look as casual as she
could, and walked out of the café into the main corridor. As she made her
way to the metal detectors, she had a quick flash of a thought of herself
being searched by the security guards, and her diapers being discovered by
anybody close enough to see what was going on. Such a fear was irrational
of course, she had been through the same metal detectors more times than
she could remember, and never once did she ever have to submit to any kind
of search. This time would be no different.
Indeed her fears were baseless, as she set her purse down on the x-ray
machine, she walked through without so much of a sign of a beep. Still, her
heart had been beating faster than normal, and as she grasped her purse
strap
and flung it up over her shoulder, she walked down the corridor, away from
the metal detectors and security guards as fast as she could go without
running.
She finally got far enough away to where she felt comfortable enough to slow
down and glance back. She could barely see the security guards, and looking
forward again, realized she was almost at the gate she needed to wait at,
gate B-15. The extra walking had stimulated her bladder, and she allowed
another stream of pee flow unhindered into the thick padding between her
legs. ‘My own wetness forcefield’. She thought with a grin. The grin faded
slightly however as she felt a telltale disturbance in her lower abdomen,
a sign of a possible future messy accident. She had been taking nullo pills
with every meal for the past week to take the smell out of her poop, but
as of yesterday, it hadn’t seemed to be working. She hoped that it would
be working by today, because if she had to go when they left the airport,
she would have no second thoughts about going in her pants before they got
to the house, smell or not. She just hoped that she would be able to wait
till they got back to the car. She had eaten a good amount of kung pao
shrimp
and chicken chow mein the night before, which probably meant that it would
be no small affair.
Rachel’s plane actually arrived five minutes early, just after Renee had
arrived at the gate. Right one time. She hated waiting, and she was thankful
to have escaped it today. The warning rumble that had warned her earlier
was now moving its way southward in a slow, aching crawl that let her know
that she was definitely going to have a very full diaper soon. She hoped
that it wouldn’t be too runny, she didn’t want to have a messy leak so far
away from home.
The two girls hugged each other with the girlish excitement of long lost
friendship, two people that had gone through the same trying times and too
long separated from each other. The first question that either of them had
for each other was obvious by the looks on their faces. ‘Are you wearing
one?’
"Yes." Rachel said, smiling, "And I need changing too."
"Me too. "Renee replied secretively, under the chatter of louder voices.
"Well, I will need changing as soon as we leave the airport." The two girls
started walking to the baggage claim, Renee was grateful for all the new
noise; it made covering her diapers easier.
"One or two?" Rachel asked, giggling.
"Well, both. But I’ve been taking those nullo pills, to make it odorless.
It hasn’t been working though. But I hope for the sake of both our noses,
that it works today."
"I’ve been taking them too," Rachel said, "can’t smell a thing can you?"
"No, actually, I haven’t smelled anything but your perfume."
"It took almost a week for them to start working for me, they should kick
in today." Rachel said.
They reached the baggage claim, and as usual, they had to wait a while
for the baggage carousel to even start turning. Just as the machine whirred
to life and deposited its first piece of luggage onto the spinning belt,
the rumbling that had been in Renee’s tummy suddenly manifested itself in
her rectum with a full on, high pressure assault that forced her to clench
her butt cheeks together just to hold back the flood. Renee began to shift
her balance from her right foot to her left foot and back again in that
unmistakable
‘I have to go to the bathroom’ dance. Rachel noticed this, and with a
conspiratorial
glance around, whispered in her friends ear.
"As soon as we get near enough to the car where you’re comfortable, just
let it out. I’ll change you when we get to your place, if you change me
too."
Renee blushed at this. It had seemed liked a whole lifetime ago when she
was having her diapers changed by other people on a daily basis, but she
figured there was no harm in doing it again. Besides, Rachel was her friend,
not to mention, a friend who had already seen her in diapers many times
before.
Nodding, Renee decided that changing each others’ diapers would be just
fine,
as long as they were sanitary about it, and as long as they didn’t take it
any farther than that. She had never thought of other women in a sexual way,
and she really didn’t have any desire to change that any time soon. "Ok,"
Renee replied as quietly as she could, nervously swiping a stray lock of
hair from her lightly freckled cheek. "As long as we treat this as sort of
a sister/sister thing, ok? Please don’t take this the wrong way, but—"
"Renee," Rachel interrupted, smiling at her friend warmly, "I would never
make you do anything you didn’t want to do. I completely understand and
fully
acknowledge any wishes you have, understand?"
"I know," Renee said, returning the smile, "I trust you." The two girls
waited for a few moments in silence before either spoke again. A few of the
people from Rachel’s flight had already collected their baggage and left,
leaving them in relative privacy. "Did you change your diapers on the
plane?"
Renee asked.
"yeah. Once. I had actually taken a nap and woken up at the tail end of
an accident. It was the first time I’d wet in my sleep in months. It kinda
freaked me out."
"I still wet the bed on occasion." Renee replied, "So I still wear
diapers
to bed on most nights. I can’t afford to wear disposable diapers as much
as I’d like, but I have a few cloth diapers and plastic pants for when I’m
having a night wetting spell. I have plenty of disposables for this weekend
though." She added.
"Oh, there’s my suitcase." Rachel said, suddenly to the relief of her
friend.
Renee felt as if she was going to have a blowout very soon. She bent over
to help Rachel lift her heavy bag off the revolving belt, and as she lifted,
exerted a little bit too much force and pushed out a small but
uncontrollable
squirt of lumpy poop into the seat of her diaper. Renee quietly gasped, and
tensed as she looked at Rachel.
"What happened?"
Renee looked around to see if anybody was close enough to hear what she
was about to say. Lucky, her little faux pas had not generated any
embarrassing
noises. "I pooped in my pants, but it was just a little bit."
"Oh, well let’s get out of here then, you wont have to worry about it
in just a few minutes."
The tiny accident had felt good, and Renee’s heart skipped a beat at the
excitement of what she was about to do. The wonderful intrusion of the hot,
muddy poop tickled her bottle and made her butt cheeks slide together
smoothly
as she walked. She could barely wait to just relax and let her body have
its way, but she still had a few steps to go, before they reached the
doorway
that led to the long corridor that would lead them to the elevator to
freedom.
"Only a little farther." Rachel said, seemingly reading her friend’s
mind.
"Can you hold it?"
Renee nodded. "Sure, no problem." At that moment, she felt a sharp cramp
in her rectum, and she bit her lower lip in pain. ‘Maybe I can let out just
a tiny bit more to make the cramps go away,’ she thought ‘just enough ease
the pressure.’ Relaxing her muscles just a bit, she felt the solid head of
the hot, pressurized load begin to squeeze outward into the cupping
protection
of her diaper. Just as she felt that she had gone far enough, Renee clamped
down on the flow. She let out a little bit more than she had intended to,
but there was nobody around anyway, and so far, she couldn’t even smell a
sign of anything but jet fuel. "Do I smell yet?" She asked Rachel.
"Not that I can tell." She replied. Looking both ways up and down the
walking sidewalk, she added, "Why don’t you just let it out now. We’re not
too far from the car are we?"
"No," Renee conceded, she wanted so badly just to let it all out, and
was taking any kind of encouragement as a full thumbs approval up to
proceed.
"Ok, here goes." And almost before the conscious thought left her brain,
her rectum had begun to relax, releasing the intense pressure that had built
up to an uncontrollable, bursting crescendo. As Renee tried her best to
focus
on her surroundings and ignore the heart stopping events taking place in
her pants, her butt cheeks were suddenly pushed apart by a solid wave of
hot, bulky poop that crept slowly outwards into her diaper. A subtle bulge
formed as the mess collected in a pile that covered her sensitive skin. It
finally stopped as suddenly as it had started, and Renee was left standing
there feeling exhilarated. "That felt wonderful." She said.
"The ride home will be even better." Rachel replied. "I hope you have
lots of baby wipes."
"I have plenty of those. Bought a case of them." The two walked in
silence
for the rest of the way, which was not very far. When they got to the car,
Renee helped Rachel put her suitcase in the trunk, then they both climbed
inside and slammed the doors. "This is so neat." Renee said a few moments
later. "My diaper is super messy but I don’t smell a thing." Her bottom sank
into the hot, muddy mess that molded to every inch of every curve and crack
that it could squelch into. She loved doing that.
"Yeah, they come in handy. I use them all the time."
"Have you been wearing diapers a lot since the academy?" Renee asked as
she started the car. She pulled her seat belt down and clicked it into
place,
and made Rachel do the same.
"Yeah, I have." Rachel replied, looking downward. "In fact, I’ve been
wearing them everyday."
"Wow, you’re even more attached to them than I am."
"Well," Rachel continued, "It’s more of a necessity than an attachment."
Renee moved to switch over to drive but stopped in mid-motion. "What
happened?"
She asked. "You never told me anything about this."
"After I left the academy, I had only managed to gain back a little bit
of my original control again, probably less than fifty percent. I’ve been
to see the doctors, but they all say that I will never be the same again.
So unless some miracle cure for my condition comes along, it looks like I’m
stuck in diapers for life." Rachel had been looking out the window as she
spoke, and had not been able to meet her friend’s eyes. Renee put a hand
on her shoulder to comfort her, and remind her that there was nothing to
be ashamed of around her.
"I’m so sorry, Rachel." Renee said. "Here I am, wearing them because I
want to, and you’re in them because you have to be. I’m sorry if I’ve
offended
you, I didn’t know."
"Oh, no" Rachel assured her, "I’m not offended at all. And it’s ok,
really.
I’ve gotten used to it, it’s no big deal. Now let’s get out of here, ok?
We’re both going to get a rash."
Renee smiled as she backed out of the parking spot. Reaching the exit
gate, she paid the tired looking woman in the booth and drove out towards
highway 101 North. They were on the open road before Renee spoke again.
"I’ve
never driven with a full diaper before." She joked. A stream of pee began
to run out of her bladder, and she allowed it free reign. Now into her
fourth
wetting, she began to feel a warm, expanding heaviness between her legs,
and she concentrated on getting home. She was in need of a change.
"That’s not that hard part." Rachel replied. "Wait til you have an
accident
while you’re driving. I’ve almost crashed before because of it. You just
have to ignore it."
"I’m trying." Renee switched the radio on, and they both listened in
silence
as Renee wove her way in and out of traffic. As if passing through a pair
of curtains, they found themselves shrouded in fog as they entered the city,
and Renee switched on her headlights just to be safe. A thought struck her,
and she asked Rachel about it. "I noticed that you didn’t have any extra
baggage. Where are all your diapers?"
"I only brought a few of them with me in my carry on." She said. "I can
always go to a pharmacy later and pick up more." Renee suggested that they
stop on the way home, but Rachel asked to go home first to get changed.
Renee
agreed since she wanted to get out of her messy diaper too. The fun only
lasted so long. The mess that clung to her bottom was beginning to cool down
and get itchy. Plus, the thought of getting a real diaper change again after
so long excited her.
"We’ll go out again after we get cleaned up." Said Renee. "Then we’ll
go grocery shopping, and pick up a few movies. You and I are cooking dinner
tonight. It’ll be fun." It wasn’t long before they arrived back at Renee’s
apartment by the beach. It was a Sunday afternoon, and the traffic had not
been all that bad. As Renee got out of her set and stood up, she was mindful
of the smeared mess in her pants. As she slammed the car door and walked
up on the sidewalk, her diaper felt like it had been glued to her bottom
with warm, thick paste. Switching on her car alarm with the usual double
beep, her and Rachel walked to the front door, then stepped inside.
Reminding herself that it would be her first diaper change in a little
over a year, Renee’s heart skipped a beat with nervousness. She was about
to ‘change’ a diaper too, which was something that she had never done
before.
Renee helped Rachel get situated first, showing her the spare bedroom, and
the rest of the apartment. After the small tour, Rachel asked if it would
be ok to start getting cleaned up. Renee said Ok, and nervously, asked
Rachel
to lay down on the bed, while she went to get the supplies.
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