None The Wiser

Sleepover Pt. 3

Hey loyal readers!

First off, sorry for the obscenely long wait. Life is crazy, but procrastination is crazier. I know this is a shorter chapter too, but for the flow of the story and to just get something out there, I've decided it works as it is. The good news is I have plenty more planned out. It's just putting in the time and work to bring it to life.

Also, a disclaimer: This chapter does include some more blatant sexual themes, which I initially wanted to stay away from, but for the sake of character depth and an honest representation of what it means to me to be an ABDL, I've opted to include it.

So, with that aside, without further ado, I give you, None The Wiser, Chapter 10: Sleepover Pt. 3

     What's taking so long?

It had been over ten minutes since Sam had scurried away, scarlet faced and holding one of Heather's Coddlers, presumably to change into it. Now Heather was getting worried.

Does she know how to put it on? What if she changed her mind....oh god, what if she's taking pictures and showing her friends.

Another minutes passed.

No Heather, if Sam wanted to rat you out, she'd have done it a week ago. You're just being paranoid. Maybe she's just getting used to the feeling? Or more likely she's working up the courage to come back. I'd be embarrassed too I suppose.... Or maybe...

The creak of the theater door interrupted Heather's next thought, from which a completely normal looking Sam, albeit still a tad bit red in the face, walked into the room. It was subtle, but a distinctive waddle gave her new choice of underwear away. That, and the thin white line of a waistband sticking up from the more rounded waist was all Heather needed to be sure.

     I can't believe this is real.

     "Truth or dare?" Said Sam, obviously still flustered, but taking a tone of authority.

     Heather blinked. "....What?"

     Sam shook her head and managed to grin, regaining some of her characteristic confidence.  "You think you get to stop the game after you make me do something crazy and outlandish? No way. Truth or dare?"

Oh, okay, sure. "Um...Dare." Heather said before immediately regretting it. What could she possibly want me to do now?

     The grin on Sam's face widened. "I dare you to mess your diaper."

"You want me too..." Turning red, it suddenly dawned on Heather what she was being asked to do. "You mean like, right here? Right now!?"

"Yeah, duh. I know you mess them anyways, so it shouldn't be a big deal, right? It's not like, I'm asking you to put on a diaper for the first time or anything."

Heather saw a look in Sam's eyes, and something told her the reason she wanted Heather to mess was more than just payback. It was almost as if....

"Well?!"

Oh god, I actually kind of have to go too. Am I really about to do this?

Heather knew she was trapped. Sam had made sure there was only one way forward, and as much as she didn't want to admit it, Heather knew a part of her had been wanting to do this for a while.

"Okay, I'll do it. But I'm warning you, it will probably smell."

Sam snorted. "I seem to recall that the first time we met, it was the smell of a messy diaper that started this whole ordeal."