None The Wiser

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Dear reader,

The reports of my death are greatly exaggerated. I'm not dead, just a college student. So maybe the next closest thing? The good news is I'm getting close to graduating, and the better news for you is that I have a new chapter for you! Your patience is extraordinarily appreciated. Don't worry, you can thank me later. For now, enjoy. 

 -Nonimusu :)

Heather woke up groggily. She had been up late writing. Very late.

"What time is it?" She thought, lazily rolling over and checking her phone. The display read SATURDAY 12:30 PM in bright white letters. Heather groaned.

Groaning and pulling her head back under the blankets, she was subtly reminded of the soggy diaper taped to her hips. Heather vaguely remembered taking a break or two to wet her diaper as she wrote the previous night  after taking every opportunity to drink from her water bottle, which now sat empty on her nightstand. She smiled at that realization, taking a second to slide her hands across the soft squishy plastic front. 

As comfortable as she was, Heather's mouth was dry and she could feel the beginnings of the headache that usually happens when you tell your circadian rhythm to shove off. After a few more pats to her padding, she slid out of bed, stretched her arms out, and pulled on a pair of baggy pajama pants. Trying not to think too hard about what she was doing, Heather proceeded to crinkle her way down to the living room, where she met her father grading some papers. 

"Someone sure slept like a rock." Heather's father said in her direction without taking his eyes off the essay he was reading. "Your mom made some blueberry muffins up on the counter, and there should be some leftover bacon in the fridge if you want to heat it up."

"Thanks." Heather chirped, trying not to think about the idea of her dad realizing what she was wearing under her PJs as she pulled the bacon out of the fridge. "Where is mom off to? It's Saturday...right?" 

"Off running some errands. I think she is picking up a diaper pail for you too if I'm not mistaken."

Heather nearly choked the muffin she was biting into. "What!?"

"Well, we figured that if you were serious about the whole diaper thing that it might be a good idea to have the right bin for them. It helps with the smell and lets you be a little more discreet in disposing them. Is that alright with you?"  Heather's father held a straight face but a gleam in his eye shown trough, and a beet red Heather could swear that her father could see the outline of her diaper under her PJs.

"Umm, yeah...that would be nice to have actually." Heather said meekly, before nibbling on a piece of bacon from the microwave.

"Don't mention it bug. Just make sure to get your homework done this weekend, and getting started on that apology letter to your aunt wouldn't hurt either."

Heather nodded quickly. "Don't worry, I will." She paused. "Thanks dad."

"Love you sweetheart." Her father replied before turning back to grading. It took Heather a second or two to fully comprehend what just happened, and how casual of a conversation it was. No big deal, right? Getting a pail for your 17 year old daughter to store her dirty diapers in? That's just another Saturday morning topic of conversation! "Well, afternoon topic" Heather thought, her stomach rumbling.

After filling her mouth with bacon, snagging an apple off the counter along with two more muffins, and filling another cup with coffee, Heather awkwardly crinkled back upstairs to her room with her breakfast.

Once she entered back into her room, Heather quickly closed the door and booted up her computer, opening the word document containing the writing she had done the night prior. It wasn't amazing prose by any stretch of the imagination, but Heather felt oddly proud of it... and maybe some other feelings too.

Sipping her coffee, she couldn't help but feel a bit of a warm in the face as she reread the page where the prince teased the princess about the smell of her backside, before gently laying her down and undressing her for a change. She blushed reading the details about the care the prince took, wiping the princess's princess parts down and powdering her up, how the kingdom would never need to know such a beautiful maiden could make such a big mess....

Heather stopped and found herself rubbing the front of her diaper. She looked back at the closed door and then at her empty plate of food. She felt her stomach gurgle as the coffee ran through her. It occurred to Heather that her bowels could due with some relief. Heartrate accelerating realizing exactly what she was about to do, Heather walked to the center of her room, squatted down, and pushed. 

Her diaper quickly bulged as a fresh load of poop filled the back, crackling as it went. The feeling was becoming more familiar to Heather, and it was over relatively quickly compared to a lot of her prior messes.

 Heather slowly felt the load. It was a perfect mix of soft and firm, speeding at the touch of her hand. She rubbed it softly at first, then a little more roughly. After a small bit of calculus and knowing exactly what it meant for cleanup, Heather bounced on the floor mashing the mess against herself and feeling it spread throughout her diaper. With her other hand she started to rub the front of her diaper again. 

Thoughts of being cared for like the princess in her story came to mind as she moved about the contents of her Coddler. She thought of the acceptance of the prince and what exactly had motivated her to write such a story in the first place. Heather thought of Sam and her acceptance and exploration. She thought of Timmothy, and what he would think seeing her like this. Could he, or any other guy accept this part of her? A princess was supposed to be proper after all, clean and well groomed, in control and elegant, the pinnacle of grace and unstained beauty. That was what a princess should be.

Heather's diaper squelched underneath her.

Yet Sam had accepted it, even found her own joy in it. Her parents still loved her. Heck, her mom was buying her a diaper pail. Maybe it was possible to be love using diapers and be... what?

 Attractive? In control? 

...Lovable?

"Maybe I could be somebody's princess?

 Even a bit of a messy... stinky... squishy... smelly... mph... smelly...hrmpf" 

At that thought, Heather gasped, collapsing onto her bed, hormones raging and head swarming with thoughts as the sensation of her messy diaper engulfed her. 

Gradually, the euphoria faded, leaving with it a faint smell of her diaper and the reality of the state of her padding. 

The diaper had held up surprisingly well with what she had done to it. Sitting quietly in her room, Heather found herself wondering what to do next. She didn't have to rush a change to hid her deed anymore, or worry about her parents walking in. Now judgement could only come from herself. "What now?" she thought.

Part of Heather's brain was disgusted at what she had done. The other was beaming. Both sides battled like a storm raging against a lone house, the swirling darkness threatening to break in and extinguish the hearth within. But in the embrace of her diaper, she felt the warmth fight back the cold. 

"This is me, and that's okay." Heather thought, curling into her blankets. She shifted a bit to get comfortable, then grabbed her laptop from her nightstand.

She didn't have to stop writing for any reason, especially a bathroom break, for the next few hours. After only a few minutes of typing, the real world melted away, and Heather was left with the company of the lines she typed. Her fingers danced excitedly, and she only paused occasionally to release her bladder into her diaper or stuff a little more muffin in her mouth.

There Heather sat for the better part of her afternoon, at home in her own world and at home the one she was making, until startled, she heard her father call her down for dinner. Begrudgingly, Heather saved her work and shut her laptop, only now noticing the dimmer evening light casting shadows across her room. 

Heather stretched and felt her diaper shift. "I'll be down in one second dad!" 

She paused, considering.

"Just let me change my diaper quick!" 

And Heather finally wasn't afraid to say it.