None The Wiser

Sleepover Pt. 1

     Heather zipped up her brown duffle bag with a distinct thrill. Everything she would need for her sleepover with Sam was inside; Two changes of clothes, a pair of pajamas, some socks, a toothbrush and toothpaste, a spare blanket and pillow, and six Coddlers diapers. The latter, more peculiar items had been stuffed out of sight at the bottom of the bag the night before, away from any unwanted eyes. Everything was set in place, just as Heather wanted it. Her head buzzed with anticipation as she slug the bag over her shoulder and exited her room.

     Practically flying down the stairs, the exceptionally bubbly teen acknowledged both of her parents in the living room and hurriedly repeated their the agreement. Not only would Heather behave at Sam's, she would have her phone at the ready, and be prepared to call for a ride if she became uncomfortable for any reason as well. Oh, and no drugs or alcohol, obviously.

     Both of the Johnson parents, seeing their daughter literally bouncing up and down to get out of the house, smiled at each other and gave Heather their blessing, wishing her a wonderful time.

     Looking rather relived that indeed, her parents were really letting her go, even though the details had been well discussed the night before, Heather thanked each of her guardians once more with a peck on the check, before bolting to her car and backing out of the driveway with as much speed as she could pull muster, without making her parents reconsider their decision.

     But what Heather's parents didn't know when they watched their daughter pull away, was that Heather was not just rushing to leave the house out of excitement, though that was surely a factor. In reality, the primary reason for her erratic behavior was due to an extreme need to use the bathroom. Yet they were even more oblivious to the fact that Heather had no intentions of using any sort of bathroom for the entirety of her sleepover, starting from the moment her feet left the door.

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     After the narrowly escaping disaster on her first day diapered at school, Heather was decidedly much more conservative in her approach to be diapered. Believing she could manage to wait to wear until the weeks end, Heather made the decision to hold off on wearing any sort of padding until her sleepover with Sam. After all, with that good of an opportunity, why push her good fortune any further? But evidently, that week of waiting turned out to be much more difficult than Heather could have ever anticipated.

      It might have been Sam's question at the start of lunch everyday for the rest of the week that made the week torture; discreetly yet religiously inquiring as to the type and condition of her underwear. While Heather wanted to respond with nothing less than padded and well used, if she did, she would be lying, which was not something Heather felt like doing with the person who was quickly becoming her new best friend.

     But besides that routine diaper question under the infamous cement staircase, diapers didn't really come up in conversation much with Sam, which Heather found rather disappointing, even if her discretion might spare the nightmare of being discovered.

In the end, the only concrete reason Heather could point to that explained her difficulty in waiting until Friday, was a constantly obsessive desire to be padded; a desire that made removing diapers from her mind nearly impossible. With every clink of a toilet seat lid and every flush of water, every annoying need to stop and use the restroom, and every wasted release that would have felt much more comforting in a diaper, the anticipation to again feel that bulky mass and feeling of freedom grew.

      So when Friday evening finally did come around and Heather felt the need to use the restroom before leaving school, she didn't. Nor did she when arriving home. No, Heather swore to herself that the next time she would poop or pee, it would be in a diaper, through hell or high water.