Search the Community

(This is a newly written story which I have shared elsewhere. I hope you enjoy it.) Lady Ann Heathcote-Gibson reached for the cafetière and poured herself another cup of freshly ground Colombian. Apart from a G & T in the evening before dinner, it was the one little indulgence she allowed herself. Breakfasting in the drawing room of Welford Ferry Manor, looking across at the ivy-clad tower of St Michael’s, was nothing unusual for Lady Ann. Now 37, she’d unexpectedly inherited this glorious pile some sixteen years ago, shortly after graduating from Oxford. Older people in the village still spoke fondly of her grandfather, Sir Gregory Gibson – ‘Old Squire Gibson’ as they called him. There was more than a touch of sympathy too. Lady Agnes, his wife, had died shortly after giving birth to Lady Sarah, Ann’s mother. That was in 1958. Sir Gregory gamely engaged the services of a nanny - and then a governess - until Lady Sarah was old enough for boarding school. Not a man to show his emotions in public, he was painfully aware of his status as a single parent and, in private, quite frank about the inadequacy of his capacity to fill that role. There was a feeling in the village that Lady Sarah had married Harry Heathcote when she was far too young and, if anything, married beneath her. It was felt that the absence of authoritative maternal guidance had left Lady Sarah far too exposed and handicapped by an over indulgent father who compensated for his shortcomings as a single parent by letting her have everything she wanted. Harry Heathcote wasn’t a bad man but he lacked the stability and maturity which his position demanded, especially after Sir Gregory died. Marrying into money had done nothing to restrain his taste for adventure or an inclination to show off. As a Silver Wedding present, Lady Sarah treated him to the light aircraft he’d craved since leaving the Air Force. Little did she realise that his poor judgment and tendency to show off would cost them both their lives on a November Saturday morning when visibility wasn’t really good enough for a spin in that plane. News of the accident left young Ann, now Lady Ann as she’d inherited a title, both grief-stricken and with her plans in disarray. A job in London and with it a flat in Mayfair had to be abandoned as she took on her new role as Lady of the Manor. There was much business to attend to and big shoes to fill. At the outset, Lady Ann realised that she couldn’t – and shouldn’t – attempt to be everything that her mother and her grandfather before her – had been. On top of running the estate and his London legal practice, Sir Gregory had been churchwarden, chairman of the district council, chairman of the school governors and lord lieutenant of the county. Shortly before his death, rumour had it that his was likely to be invited to serve as High Sheriff before long. Lady Sarah hadn’t attempted to fill all her father’s old roles, but she’d ran the estate well and kept up his reputation for kind, even handed dealing, despite being hampered by a playboy husband. At the outset, Lady Ann had sought to preserve her family’s hard-won reputation in the village. When Arthur Briggs, the eldest of her tenant farmers, decided it was time to retire, she let him stay on in the house for a peppercorn rent whilst selling off most of the attached land to a developer. This decision had met with some criticism in the village but Lady Ann instinctively felt that the benefits would outweigh any potential drawbacks. As in so many small villages survival of the school, pub and, indeed, the church, hung by a thread made ever narrower by an aging population. Whether the school survived or not would ultimately be down to County Hall and, in the final analysis, the Secretary of State. However, Lady Ann technically owned the pub - or at least the land on which it stood- and most of her ancestors were buried in the chancel of St Michael’s Church. It was therefore in her interest to keep as much of the village infrastructure going as she could. If that meant growing the village by fifty new houses and introducing a dozen affordable homes, so be it. She continued as her forebears had done to allow village fetes on the manor lawn and PCC meetings took place in the relative warmth of her parlour rather than draughty St Michael’s. In keeping with her position, Lady Ann rode with the local hunt a couple of times a year, although nowadays, thanks to Mr Blair, it was drag hunting. Of course, hounds would be hounds and the occasional fox met its maker at their hands, but that was bound to happen once in a while. Bert, her trusty gamekeeper, kept an eye on the land and organised beaters ahead of the occasional shooting parties which she allowed to take place, whilst not participating herself. Long gone were the days when the big house employed servants on a grand scale, in fact they’d ended when her grandfather was a boy, but she kept on the services of a part time gardener and a cleaner who came in once a week. Most mornings Lady Ann would rise at six thirty, walk Toby her trusty border collie, exercise her horse, check on her remaining tenants, have breakfast and be at her desk writing or doing her consultancy translation work by nine. This morning she was in a reflective mood though and breakfast was a little more leisurely. If providence favoured it and she looked after herself, there was no reason why she shouldn’t be lady of the manor for another fifty years. However, she was unmarried and had no direct heir to inherit. At 37 the old biological clock was ticking away and the window of opportunity was narrowing. True enough, with long blonde hair, a slender figure and penetrating blue eyes she was easy to look at and, with a net value somewhere north of eight million, a most eligible lady. She loved the single life though, not least of all because, like the single market, it had four freedoms. Freedom to fart in bed, freedom from in-laws, freedom to be the village big shot instead of the big shot’s wife and freedom, within reason, to do as she pleased. Expressions of interest from potential suitors had not been in short supply but they’d all been politely declined. This had given rise to a little speculation about her sexuality and the odd rumour that she might be a lesbian. Chuckling to herself, Lady Ann couldn’t help wondering how they’d react if they learned the truth, something that none of them, she was sure, could possibly imagine. As she collected her thoughts there was a clattering of the letter box and Toby barked, as he invariably did, when the postman came. There were no bills, begging letters from charities or missives from old friends this morning though. Instead there was a rather formal looking envelope. Opening it, she was pleasantly surprised to discover that it was from the Lord Chancellor’s office and contained an invitation asking if she would consent to serving as a deputy lieutenant of the county. Lady Ann sat down and considered the matter but she didn’t have to think long. As a deputy lieutenant she would not only have a badge but be entitled to use the honorific style ‘DL’ on correspondence and formal documents. To those in the know, however, DL also stood for diaper lover, something she’d been all her adult life. By accepting this high honour, she could at once assist the lord lieutenant in his duties when required to do so, whilst at the same time coming out, albeit in a slightly cheeky way, about the thing that gave her greatest pleasure. She was well padded this morning but could feel the wetness spreading as that strong Colombian coffee made its way southwards. Soon she would have to change into a fresh diaper, but not before typing up a response to this letter. How could she not accept?

Hello omoking here I would like to ask which superhero you would like to see in diapers.

So, yeah… this happened. This idea is a fair bit more tame than most of my SAO fic concepts, and it’s almost canon-compliant… but of course, I’ll be adding my own twist to the events of Aincrad, because it’s me. Apologies in advance to anyone who misses my old stories, as I have no good news on those fronts, but as for this, well… I’m already three-thousand-ish words into chapter five, so that probably says a lot about how committed I am to this particular fic. Anyway, things you need to know before proceeding to read. If you already read my status explaining all these, you can skip these, but if you’re a newcomer, give them a read: #1: Kirito is a girl. Hence, Kirito has become Kiriko, as is customary for my fics. On a related note, most of the ships which become couples in this fic will be yuri/wlw/whatever you wanna call it. This applies to both Kiriko ships and non-Kiriko ships, btw. As for which ships will become couples… I’ll keep that to myself a bit longer. Until then, feel free to speculate! #2: The first two, maybe a few more, arcs are predominantly viewed through Asuna’s perspective and are modeled off of the Progressive manga. If you like what you’re reading here, maybe give the Progressive manga a read, because it’s easily the best SAO Aincrad arc official media to ever have existed. Progressive is largely from Asuna’s perspective, but for those of you like me who don’t really like Asuna that much in canon, don’t worry, Progressive Asuna is way better as a character than OG canon Asuna. Like, so much so that I actually genuinely like Asuna in Progressive, whereas I normally hate her in other media. #3: This version of SAO has a stupidly complex and unfair bathroom needs system implemented. As a result, toilets, pads, pullups and cloth/disposable diapers all exist. I’m explaining the disposable pullups/diapers as magical to get them into the setting, but they still feel very much like normal disposable pullups and diapers do. #4: Certain characters who died in canon SAO will be living in this fic. To avoid spoiling you, I will not be naming any of them, but expect this to drastically change the events of the middle stages of this fic, after I stop modeling its plot off of Progressive. #5: After/during floor 75’s Heathcliff deathmatch, we’ll be switching continuities to start travelling similar plot threads to the ones traveled by SAO Re: Hollow Fragment. As terrible as that game’s gameplay is, its plot isn’t half bad, and I have a soft spot for the gameverse continuity, so… yeah. That’s about all you need to know. If this sounds like a fun read for you, go ahead and give this a try! See you below! Sword Art Online: Of Death Games and Diapers Chapter One: Asuna’s Shooting Star In a small, barebones bedroom in the cheapest inn in the «Town of Beginnings», a pair of chestnut eyes suddenly snapped open, their owner sweating and panting in a disoriented mess as she slowly regained awareness of the world around her. That nightmare… Her whole body shivering in the cold, she raised her right hand and gestured with it to open her menu. After navigating submenus for a few seconds, she arrived at a date readout, and the light in her eyes dimmed. Just as she’d feared. “November 19th, 2022. Saturday,” she mumbled it aloud, voice reflecting how dead inside she felt in that moment. “Today is the day… of the unified mock test…” It was at precisely this moment that the young girl woke up just enough to notice why she was so cold. Her clothes, the covers, the bedsheets — all of them were damp. The girl took a deep breath, then sighed. It happened again. It happened every time she had a nightmare. Which, since she’d gotten trapped in this unfamiliar place, was almost every night. Asuna Yuuki, high school girl and heiress of RECT Incorporated, had wet the bed. After paying a small fee to wash both the bedding and the clothes she had been wearing, Asuna left the inn, stomach rumbling from hunger every few minutes as she walked through the crowded streets towards the place she always went to for breakfast. She could barely see in front of her from under the veil of her hooded cape, but she made it there at around the usual time, maybe a few minutes faster than normal because bad moods made her walk faster. She stepped up to the counter and listened to the baker NPC’s ragged, boring old greeting with narrowed eyes, purchased a loaf of «Black Bread» for a single Col, and retreated to the steps leading up from the edge of the bakery’s food court to eat it in a subdued silence. As she tossed the last scrap of bread into her mouth, she couldn’t help but think to herself, It doesn’t even taste any good… “A hidden logout spot?” an incredulous voice asked, making Asuna’s eyes dart over to where she heard him. “It’s just another false rumor. Who would be dumb enough to believe that?” The man sitting at the table with him calmly replied with a smug grin. “But I hear it comes from the «Rat» herself. She wouldn’t just make shit like that up.” “Oh really now?” the first man pointed a finger at his buddy accusingly before bursting into laughter. He came off as… kinda drunk. Face was flushed and everything. “‘It comes from the Rat,’ he says. The nerve of this guy!” A few moments passed without either of them speaking, but Asuna still listened attentively. If the rumor was true, then… she could take the test after all… The man who’d seemed so confident in himself just a second ago sighed before speaking in a much more reserved tone. “So I hear it’s supposed to be in the forest west of here. There’s a cave way in the back that looks like the right place… and no one who’s gone has come back. What’s that tell you?” Asuna hadn’t realized until she was halfway to their table, but she’d instinctively gotten up and started walking over to ask for more info. How could she not, though? If there was even a chance it was true, then… and taking that test was more important than anything she did in here. The skeptic replied in a hearty tone. “That they got killed by the mobs in there. Fuckin’ dumbass!” Just before he was about to burst out laughing again, Asuna reached the table and subconsciously slammed her fists down on top of it, startling the two men out of their drunken stupor as their heads snapped over in her direction. Their stares made her nervous, but the young girl pressed on in desperation. “Um! Excuse me! Which way is the forest to the west?” The guy who’d made the claim spoke first, his smug grin returning. “I mean, it’s where you think it’d be. It’s out west of here, bout an hour down the path out the western gate.” “Thank you very much,” Asuna said as she turned to leave. The voice of the skeptic called out to her before she got very far. “Uh, you know you need to be about level three around there, right?” Asuna paused. It wasn’t like she hadn’t expected it to be challenging, but… for her stats all the way down at level one… could she handle this alone? “You’re one of those folks waiting for help from the outside, right?” the skeptic continued, sounding genuinely concerned about her, a perfect stranger. “Don’t get yourself killed, there’s no need to rush. In another few days, I’m sure someone will hack in and we’ll all be rescued.” Asuna shook her head. “In a few days, it’ll be too late.” The other man piped up, voice sort of hesitant. “You got urgent business back in the real, girlie?” She wanted to tell them just what she needed to do, but she knew she’d just sound stupid and childish if she did. She couldn’t admit she was risking her life just to take a mock test. It was effectively social suicide to people like these. But to her, these tests were her life! She’d rather die than waste a chance to escape and further her education… otherwise, her mother would— No, never mind. It’s pointless, thinking like that, in terms of what she wants. I’m doing this for me. “Yes,” she admitted, slumping her shoulders with a sigh. “Something very… important.” After that, she left them without saying another word. An hour and a half of walking down the path, treading through the forest and sneaking past all the enemies she saw on the way, Asuna stood before a structure inherently strange in design. It definitely reminded her she was in a stupid video game, at least. At the base of a massive tree, underneath its roots which were almost all longer than she was tall, there was a large opening that seemed to lead deeper underground. That was all well and good, but because the game couldn’t let itself be too realistic, beneath the tree’s roots on either side of the opening were two circular stone pillars which seemed to be propping it up to keep it from closing the entrance. This was it… it had to be here. It was the only thing in the entire forest that even remotely resembled a cave. Which meant that if the secret logout spot really did exist, this was the only place it could be. Asuna gulped in anticipation. “You know you need to be about level three around there, right?” That man’s words from earlier echoed through her mind, reminding her of the danger she was facing by coming here. But there was no turning back now. In order to escape in time for the mock exam, she’d have to get out in under an hour at this point. So she had to advance. Now more than ever, especially because of how dangerous it would be from here on out. It’s just a game, anyway. Why am I getting so worked up over this? How hard could it actually be? With that as a mental footnote in her quest, Asuna walked into the cave, slowly drawing her rapier from its scabbard at her waist as she walked. “I need to get… out of here.” Despite how it looked from a distance, the opening of the cave was tall enough that she didn’t even have to duck to get in. The path in front of her seemed to stretch on forever, even though she knew it realistically couldn’t be that big of a cave. Then again, it was a video game… they could break whatever laws of reality they wanted in here. As the light from the entrance grew dimmer and dimmer, Asuna noticed that the air around her looked weirdly… thick. Like it was in a haze all around her. And it smelled nasty, too. She didn’t want to breathe it in, but she couldn’t just hold her breath forever. When she was finally forced to take a breath, it felt like her body became weirdly… relaxed. The cave got hotter and more clammy the further into it she walked. Something was… off about it, but she couldn’t put her finger on what it was. She could barely see even a foot in front of her at this point. In fact, it seemed like something was blocking her way. She reached out and felt it with her free hand, and it was… Squishy… and fuzzy. … Oh. Asuna’s eyes looked up and met with the gleaming golden eyes of a gigantic black-furred beast. With a bulky human body and the head of a wild dog, this massive enemy towered over Asuna so much it made her look tiny by comparison. In its right arm held high above its head, it wielded a massive club almost as long as she was tall, which— Oh no. Before she could even react, the club came crashing down into her side and hit her so hard it knocked her into the air and sent her flying back, bouncing across the ground until her battered body skidded to a stop. It felt like all the bones in her body were broken… she could barely move, no matter how hard she tried. There was a weird icon next to her HP readout, and she only had a sliver of HP left. Am I going to die? The massive monster slowly approached her, brandishing its huge club every few steps. It took its sweet time approaching her, like a wild dog slowly cornering its prey. It seemed to understand that Asuna couldn’t move, and it was intentionally drawing out her suffering. Before I’ve had the chance to do a single thing with my life…? Asuna’s life began flashing through her eyes as the monster closed in on her. She felt the bitterness and anger of knowing that she’d lived through fifteen years of hard work only for it to amount to nothing, her life over in a heartbeat, vanishing from the stage known as the world without leaving a single lasting mark on anything. But just before the beast swung its club down on her, she saw something incredible. Appearing out of nowhere from behind the monster, a girl who couldn’t have been any older than Asuna brought a shimmering golden blade crashing down through the monster, cutting it clean in half and killing it in a single blow. As its form shattered, for just an instant, Asuna got a good look at the girl who saved her. Her long, lustrous black hair had a radiant sheen to it, her figure was almost unfair, and her stunning violet eyes stared down at Asuna with an unreadable glint to them. And Asuna had never seen someone look so good dressed in all black before… Then just as quickly as it began, it ended when Asuna’s head lost the strength to support her and fell back to the ground. “It’s over,” the mysterious girl said in a deep, gentle voice. She sheathed her sword in a scabbard on her right waist, before kneeling down and patting Asuna’s head. “It’s gonna be okay. You can rest easy now.” She… went out of her way to comfort me. As the girl stood back up, another set of footsteps briskly approached the black-haired girl. “Heyo, nice work there! Gotta say, really gets under my skin that people are spreadin’ rumors usin’ my name.” The black-haired girl replied without missing a beat. “Being an informant is a rough gig, huh?” “Our newbie still kickin’?” The new entrance sat down in front of Asuna. Even without being able to see her, the chestnut-haired girl could feel she was being watched. “Oh nice, she is. Not by much, though~” Is she teasing her friend…? Asuna suddenly felt something get shoved into her mouth, and a sweet liquid started pouring down her throat. The cheeky girl staring at her simply said, “Here, drink this healing pot.” “Lay off. I had to no damage run this place if I didn’t want permanent debuffs,” the black-haired girl said as she walked past Asuna’s field of vision, towards the exit. “Anyway, I’m off. You can deal with your impostor yourself. I’d do a lot for you, but I’m not going orange.” The girl healing her shamelessly quipped back. “Aw, how sweet!~ No worries though, I got it covered.” “Don’t forget about our other arrangement. Catch you later.” And just like that, Asuna’s savior left. She saved the fifteen-year-old’s life like it was the easiest thing in the world, comforted her, and then disappeared in a flash. And in the singular moment their eyes met, she shone so brightly that nothing compared. Just like… Like a shooting star. When Asuna’s chestnut eyes next fluttered open, the first thing she noticed was that she hadn’t had a nightmare this time. How long had she even been asleep, anyway? She checked the time readout in the corner of her vision and realized she was out for around twenty minutes. If the logout spot really existed, she’d need to use it as soon as possible if she hoped to take the exam… As she continued to wake up, she realized her crotch felt damp. So she’d went in her sleep… again. But unlike every other time she wet the bed, the rest of Asuna’s clothes felt perfectly dry. Why was that? And her underwear felt… quite a bit bulkier than normal, for some reason. She reached a hand down and felt underneath her skirt, only to find that her underwear… well, wasn’t her underwear. It felt totally different from what she’d put on when she left the inn. Almost like— “Oh, looks like yer awake now, huh?” a familiar, cheeky voice said with a unique nasal inflection. Asuna nearly jumped out of her skin at the realization that she wasn’t alone. But then she realized — she’d been taken out of the cave. Her underwear had been replaced by something else. She’d been sleeping while sitting down, leaning against a rock, as opposed to the floor of the cave she’d passed out on. The odds that all this just happened automatically without the help of anyone else were abysmal. The voice called out again, coming from behind her, probably on top of the rock. “You feelin’ better now? The potion I gave you had a little somethin’ extra in it to help you with the pain.” So whatever this girl had Asuna drink, it was spiked with something. That must’ve been why she wet herself in her sleep again without even having a nightmare. But then why didn’t the rest of her clothes feel wet…? What had this person done to her underwear? Asuna lifted up her skirt, and the sight that greeted her was one she never expected to see. This person had put her in a cloth diaper, with a star-patterned snap-up cover. She wanted to get mad, to ask what happened to the underwear she’d been wearing before, but… well, considering she’d already used it after having only been out for twenty minutes, the other girl had made the right call putting her in this babyish thing. “Oh, right,” the girl answered her thoughts upon seeing the look on the diapered girl’s face. “Take it from me, after takin’ that much damage in that cave and healin’ with a numbin’ potion, you don’t wanna take any chances. I put yer old underwear back in yer storage though, no worries.” Asuna sighed. She didn’t understand this person’s reasons, but they seemed to know more about the game than she did, so she’d just have to take their word for it. Come to think of it… her savior called this person… “The girl who saved me… she called you an ‘informant,’” the chestnut-haired girl replied. “What’s that mean?” Asuna looked back at the other girl out of the corner of her eye, and saw that she was wearing some pretty ratty looking clothes, and had whisker marks on her face. Like a cat… or maybe a rat? Those people in the Town of Beginnings seemed to place stock in the intel that game from someone who went by the “Rat.” The whiskered girl smiled a laid back smile. “What it sounds like. My job is buying and selling information. I gather all kinds of info, then provide it at a reasonable price. If it benefits the public, I spread it… or if needed, I bury it forever.” Her job… was buying and selling information? Was this the Rat the people back in town mentioned, then? No, wait… back in the cave, this person mentioned having an impostor spreading false rumors using her name. So which one was she…? What are the lies… and what is the truth? This is just like— Asuna chuckled grimly. “How weird. This is a game… but it feels like reality.” “Of course it does. This is our reality now.” The whiskered girl met her eyes with a cold stare. Of course someone like her would see it that way. Asuna’s eyes hit the ground as she faced forward again. “Miss informant… is the ‘hidden logout spot…’ just a false rumor?” There was a pause. Asuna could feel she was being watched. She clutched the hem of her skirt anxiously the longer the silence lasted, before the informant finally ended the suspense. “Sorry. There’s no such thing.” Never had the simple late autumn breeze felt so chilling to the bone. As Asuna crossed her arms for warmth, her eyes narrowed and she made up her mind. “In that case… please sell me some info.” Her left hand curled into a fist as she recalled the feeling of helplessness as she realized she was about to die in the cave. She remembered how it felt needing to be saved by someone she didn’t even know, whose beauty shone like a shooting star crashing down to earth as she killed the monster that nearly felled Asuna in a single hit. To prevent something like that from happening again… “I want to know how to get stronger.” The informant replied without missing a beat. “Is that in order to survive longer?” Asuna shook her head, as images of her savior flashed through her mind, of the back she’d soon be chasing after. “No. It’s so that I don’t ever regret anything again.” “Hmm,” the informant hummed along, taking Asuna’s resolute words as casual as could be. “Then you’ll want this.” A moment later, a window appeared in front of Asuna. The informant’s hand pointed to a button press. She seemed to want the girl to press the circle button. When the chestnut-haired girl finally did, a small booklet bound together by leather string suddenly materialized into the air above her hands, and she caught it just in time. The cover had a rat-like icon, and next to that, the title read: “SAO Strategy Guide 1F: Field Area” At the bottom, it said it was compiled and written by “Argo.” As if on cue, the whiskered informant withdrew her hand and said, “It’s my strategy guide for the first floor of SAO. Think of it like a reference manual. Free, just for you.” Asuna abruptly stood up as she caught sight of one of the boars she’d been trying to hide from on her way here. She instinctively opened the booklet she’d just been given, flipping through its pages until she saw a page which had a picture of this monster. “«Frenzied Boar»… non-active?” she read a part of the page aloud before leafing through the pages to the term’s citation and reading further. “Oh. If I don’t attack it first, it won’t target me.” Asuna suppressed the urge to sigh. “The source of data and prerequisites are somewhat vague. Did the author test this information to determine its accuracy? Still, it’s a good guide for a starting player. Well-indexed, plenty of notes, even images and diagrams.” Argo watched on in stunned silence as the fruit of her labor was dissected by a complete newbie, not quite sure how to feel about it. But this girl was a fast learner, huh? She never stayed on one subject for very long. She went from monsters to monster types to the entry for her starting weapon in a matter of seconds, then drew hers and— “Oh. It worked.” Argo did a double take as she processed the fact that this girl went from reading through her guide book to using a skill to kill her first monster in one hit faster than she could even see the newbie move. That was fast! Almost as fast as Kiriko, even…! The chestnut-haired girl held up her rapier and stared at it. “Well then. I can do it after all.” Argo’s jaw went slack for just an instant before she regained her senses. She smirked, realizing this player’s information would become quite valuable as the game progressed. She couldn’t just let her up and leave like this, it’d be like passing up the chance for free money! “I take it back. No longer free,” Argo said, rubbing her hands together greedily. “As my fee, tell me yer name.” The girl looked over her way and didn’t seem bothered by this request at all. “My name? It’s Asuna Yuuki.” It was safe to say Argo got more than she bargained for, being told this person’s real name. She… she’d just pretend to forget that… “Wait, sorry, newbie! I meant yer player name!” “Ah. Just Asuna, then,” the girl replied, not seeming to understand why what she just said was not good. That she used her real name as her player name… Argo would pretend she forgot that, too. “So that’s yer player name, too,” Argo sighed. “When anyone in here mentions name, they mean your player name. I’ll forget that piece of info, just be careful from now on.” Not one second after Argo finished talking and her newbie friend finished nodding along, she went back to using «Linear» on a new boar spawn, killing this one in one hit too with perfect fencing form, making Argo wonder if she’d even been paying attention the whole time. Still… Argo thought to herself as she watched Asuna slay boar after boar for practice. Asuna the fencer, huh? She’ll go far. Argo could feel it. The day would come when this girl caught up to the top players in the game and earned herself a fantastic nickname. When that time came, Argo could sell this day’s events for a hefty price. And not just to other top players like Kiriko. People the game over would want in on this… “Hey… miss informant,” Asuna’s voice called out to her, as she paused to catch her breath between kills. “Do you think I could defeat that monster from before, the way I am now?” Argo had to stifle a chuckle. She really hadn’t realized it yet, had she? Well, Argo mused, that just makes it more interesting. The Rat couldn’t help but wonder which piece of info would sell for more when this one became famous. The story of how Asuna started out, or the fact that if she didn’t pay closer attention to the drawbacks of visiting certain dungeons, she’d end up in diapers full-time before she knew it? So yeah, here’s chapter one for you. There’s more where that came from, by the way! Once I’m done with chapter five, expect me to release chapter two ASAP! Shouldn’t take too long, I’m already around 3k words into it with the first scene alone and that scene isn’t even over and done with, but yeah, expect me to try and keep a pretty consistently fast release schedule while I keep the momentum going. Until next time, feel free to leave your thoughts, comments and critiques in the comments. Catch you next time!

So this occurred in preschool, back when I wasn't yet used to public bathrooms yet, and a way I guess I slowly got used to using them. Whenever we had like, class bathroom lines, before I got used to using the public toilets, here's what I would do. After I went in, I'd either let go into my diaper, wash my hands, and come out, or if someone was in there with me, I'd go into a stall, remove my pants, sit on the toilet, and just go in my diaper.

Which female diaper design do you find the sexiest?

Hello, I was wondering if anyone has ordered from https://abdlfactory.com ? I'm trying to get a package of the ID Slip Supers. But seeing as they're a European Business, I was curious as to the quality of their shipping and how long it takes for a package to arrive after ordering. I'm also curious as to the legitimacy of their site/business. As I am with most sites that aren't well known like Amazon or Ebay. Thank you

Disclaimer! this is PinkTheDinosaur's story. they have given me permission to post it on here. I do not own it! “SPIDER!” my little sister Annabelle screamed at the top of her lungs. “STOP SCREAMING!” I screamed back at her before running over and killing the damn spider. “Look, just go downstairs and look through some of the stuff down there!” Annabelle was 8 years old and had a very high pitched scream that I absolutely could not stand. So far that had been her 4th time screaming her head off and I would rather clear out this attic myself than to hear her scream near me one more time. Why are we cleaning the attic? Well because we're selling my grandmas house. About 5 months ago my grandma got really sick and died just 2 weeks later. It was a very sad time for us all. Anyway, my mom couldn't afford to keep both our hose and my grandma's house so she decided to get everything out and go through it. Some stuff we are selling, some were giving to goodwill, and some were keeping. My sister was in tears after I yelled at her but what do you expect? A 16-year-old brother can only handle so much screaming. But Annabelle did climb down the ladder leading to the attic crying so it wouldn't be so bad. Mom might be a little mad at me for yelling at her but even she knows how much of a pain it can be to hear my sister scream. I was about to get back to taking stuff down the ladder when I suddenly heard something slam shut. Looking back I could see the door to the attic had closed shut. Shit! I went over and tried to reopen the door but it wouldn't budge. Whoever made it, made it so that it can only be opened from the outside. “Perfect,” I whisper as I pulled out my phone to text my mom. She had a few things to do today so she left the two of us here to clear out the attic. ‘Hi mom, Annabelle’s screaming was getting on my nerves so I sent her downstairs. She must have accidentally knocked the ladder and now I'm stuck up here.’ I texted my mom. ‘Ok, I'm almost done with my shopping and I'll be back in 30 minutes.” she texted me back. great, stuck up here with nothing to do. My grandma doesn't have internet and my phone doesn't have any apps so I'm already bored. Not long after that, I hired the phone ring downstairs. Most likely mom checking on Anna. I take a look over at the boxes still up here and I decided to open a few and see whats inside. Maybe I could find something cool and call dibs on it. the first box had nothing but clothes in it, the next had old photos, and finally the last I checked actually had stuff in it! Most of it was old junk that I wouldn't have any use for. But it was still neat to look at some of it. Then I noticed something, a little pink box. I grabbed it and just looked at it. Out of everything in the box this one looked a little out of place. As I opened it, I let out a small giggle. It was a pink diaper with the word ‘princess’ on the front. On the back was just a large red hart. “Why was this up here?” I asked myself before tossing the diaper and continued to look through my grandma's stuff. But then I heard something, a small rustling sound, was it a rat!? I quickly turn around to see nothing. Then I hear the rustling again and I turned to look at the attic door. But again nothing was there, well except for the diaper. Just then I realized the rustling sound must have been the diaper. but what I didn't realize was it wasn't in the spot I tossed it at. I decided I should actually pick it up and put it back in the box before mom gets back. As I walk over and try to pick it up however the diaper suddenly leaps into the air and clamped onto my face! What the fuck! I immediately start fracking out as I try to pull the diaper off my face when I suddenly fall down. “Ow,” I say as I rub my head and release the diaper is off my face but notice it's trying to make its way into my pants! I immediately grab onto it and tried as hard as I could to pull on it, but It just would not budge! I might be scrawny but I can't be this week! But my hands slip and the diaper went right into my pants. I quickly stand up as I feel the diaper moving around in my underwear! I immediately pull down both my pants and underwear just as the diaper tapes itself onto me and started releasing a thick pink smoke! “What the hell!” I yell out before I start coughing and I close my eyes. With my eyes closed, I didn't see my clothes began to disappear and soon replaced by different clothes. When I finally was able to open my eyes I screamed as I looked down. I now had knee-length socks and black shoes. My pants were gone and I was now wearing a pink frilly skirt that only covered half of the pink diaper. My shirt was replaced with a short-sleeved pink shirt that didn't even cover my bellybutton with a red vest red ribbons over it. And if I had a mirror I would see that my dark hair has turned into a light pink color with a small ow sicking out the side of my head! “W-w-what the…” I said weakly as my body starts shaking slightly. "What the hell was going on here!" I then began pulling at everything, trying as hard as I can to remove any of it! “You can't take me off.” I heard someone say and I immediately jumped and began looking around. “Who said that?” I asked as I saw no one else around me. “I am Pardie,” the voice said again. “Where are you!” I asked. “Look down.” the voice said and when I did all I could see was the diaper. “What do you mean? All I see is the diaper.” I tell the voice. Suddenly the diaper began to swell and get bigger forcing my legs apart! “I am the diaper.” the voice said before deflating back to the original size. (the name pardie is diaper with the letters changed around) “T-this can't be happening,” I say as I really start to freak out. “Ow, but it is princess, and now it's time for you to save your kingdom,” Pardie told me and suddenly the diaper began letting out even more smoke. “NOT AGAIN!” I yelled as I closed my eyes and began coughing again. When the smoke finally subsided and I was finally able to breathe again I opened my eyes to see I was no longer in the attic anymore. “WHAT THE HELL!” I screamed as I began to freak out. “THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING! I was now inside an empty room with only a single window and a door. “Welcome to you castle princess,” Pardie said to me. “IM A BOY NOT A PRINCESS!” I screamed at the diaper and realized I'm losing my mind. There's no way I'm screaming at a talking diaper, or magically been taken somewhere else. “This has to be a dream. Ya, I must have slipped when I was picking up the diaper and hit my head.” I told myself. “You still don't believe this is real?” pardie asked. “Of course not!” I screamed. “Who in their right mind would think diapers could talk!” Suddenly I felt the diaper suddenly get really tight as it began shrinking! At first, it wasn't that bad, hell I figured it would just pop off as soon as it got small enough. But no, it soon felt like there was a vise clamped onto my nuts! Soon I was screaming in pain. “Do you believe this is real now princess?” pardie asked. “YES!” I screamed just wanting the pain to be over and thankfully the diaper went back to normal. “What is going on here?” I asked the diaper as soon as the pain in my crotch went away. “You are here to save your kingdom princess.” pardie told me. “What kingdom?” I asked and suddenly heard screaming coming from outside the window. I immediately ran over to the window and looked outside and my jaw dropped. I was in some sort of tower looking down at a vast beautiful city. But with a closer look, I could see people running around screaming as buildings were lit on fire. Then I saw the case of the fire, a large lion with goat horns was breathing fire! “Princes, it's time for you to save your kingdom,” Pardie told me as I nearly pissed my diaper.

View File Desperately flooding my diaper with an overfull bladder Hi! This was the result of a long hold, I really enjoyed it I hope you do too! Submitter P.C. Pietaster Submitted 01/21/2020 Category Diapers and ageplay  

What is your diaper status? wet, dry, full, damp, etc.. My diaper is wet, I last changed an hour ago.

I'm just wondering if there are any characters that are underrated in the ABDL fandom that you would like to see more art of. For me, it would have to be Genie even though that would be obvious. I have actually recently had a fantasy where I saw ABDL art of him and I can't stop thinking about it!

Hey all! So I’ve got an upcoming business trip that will involve a large amount of air travel, including internationally. Naturally, I’m very interested in doing so diapered. Based on previous overnight ocean crossings, it was a bit of a pain to get up from the middle seat of the middle group of seats and awkwardly ask others in the middle of the night to please move to the aisle so I could make my way to the bathroom, only to ask them to stand again 5 minutes later. Way too many middles there. Wearing a diaper instead makes perfect sense, and any rational, non-kinky person should give it some serious consideration, am I right??? Anyway, my main concerns are odors and leaks. Odors are overcome by staying hydrated, and leaks by wearing solid protection. I’m not super concerned about discretion, assuming I’ll be among strangers. I’m not setting out to flaunt my choice of underwear, but if despite my reasonable precautions to the contrary, somebody happens to hear a crinkle and/or spot what could be a padded outline, that’s their problem. I’m strongly leaning towards a mega max blue - thoughts? I’m very interested to hear about other people’s experiences in this area. Everyone talks about airport security, but what about the actual experience in flight? Have any of you diapered kinksters ever thought you had been noticed? What happened? Has anyone had any leaks? Were you able to go while sitting in such close quarters? Were you glad you made the choice to diaper up? Regretted it? Or what about this - have any of you kinksters ever spotted someone else that was padded up? What caught your eye? How could that person have been more discrete? This is all in the interest of scientific discovery, of course. Side note: I know lots of folks have touched on this over the years, but the experiences are scattered all over the place. Maybe it’s worth compiling them into one thread?

I'm doing diaper art now. I have some more I'll have to find when I wake up. Commissions start at 20$ for most intents and purposes. Don't worry about my lack of price variation. I don't do uncolored line arts, because I don't go under 20$. We'll have to talk about extra characters when multiple focus characters are involved. The first com is 10$ and it'll never be that low again, I just need someone to be a pilot for my thread. this was 25$ This was 20$

So not more than a couple months ago, I ended up in the ER because I thought I might have a blood clot in both my legs. Why I thought that is an unrelated story, but it's important to know because that's what got me an ultrasound. You see, I'd been having intense pain in both my legs for 3 days, getting worse each day. I thought perhaps I was dehydrated, so I kept drinking and drinking, which meant I was peeing and peeing. One thing that helped the pain was taking a hot bath, and I will fully admit I peed in that water multiple times with each bath. I just kept peeing! Now, everyone's heard of pregnancy ultrasounds, and in this community we've all heard of bladder ultrasounds (thanks @rachelkirwan!), but how many of you know about getting an ultrasound to check for blood clots in the legs? As it turns out, the exam is very thorough, and goes from groin to lower calf. I had no idea this was the case, but if you think about it, it does make sense. So there I was, laying on one of the beds in some pretty bad pain, when a young female nurse rolls in the portable ultrasound machine and informs me that she has to scan my legs from groin to calf, so please take a moment when she steps outside to take off my pants, but leave my underwear on, if I'm wearing any (is it normal for people to show up to the ER commando?). As it turns out, I wasn't wearing my normal boxers, just a pair of loose fitting mesh soccer shorts under my pants, so I left those on figuring she'd be able to do whatever she'd needed to do. She came back in, and was not shy at all about strategically laying a towel over my junk - dudes probably have a tendency to get a bit "excited" over something like this, and I probably would have too if not for all the pain I was in. She then went right to it with the little ultrasound wand, using it and the back of her hand to move my "stuff" out of the way as necessary. The whole thing took about 15-20 minutes, which involved a lot of her touching and manipulating my upper/inner thighs with the wand and her hands. In the process I think I may have discovered the appeal of a medical fetish, and we had a nice little chat too! While we were chatting, it dawned on me that I missed the perfect opportunity to be wearing one of my northshore pullups. It would have been plausible - with all the water and gatorade I had been consuming that day, I was having full bladder pees every 20-30mins, and with all the pain in my legs with trying to get up, walk, and even stand still to pee, it really wouldn't have been too far out of left field for me to have put on some protection, just in case. I know it might sound far-fetched, but trust me, that pain was BAD! There's no way she would have missed the pullup - she probably would have needed to move the inner part of the waistband aside. It would have been so kinky to have to explain to her how I thought wearing something just in case might not be a bad idea because I was having to pee so badly so often, and that with the pain associated with moving my legs and not knowing if I'd be stuck somewhere I couldn't get to a bathroom for more than 30 minutes I might end up in an even more embarrassing predicament! Le sigh... Has anyone else had an experience where they actually did end up wearing a pullup/diaper in a similar situation?

The Kalos region was famous for its beautiful weather, friendly people, and of course, the pokemon that were local to it, all of which Ayumi couldn’t wait to see. Coming from Pallet Town had made travel seem exotic and exciting to the adventurous young woman, and despite having gone through most of her own region by herself, she was all too happy to spend some time exploring the rest of their wonderful, beautiful world, although she was especially excited about picking Kalos to begin her adventure due to one reason: the giant rock that was situated firmly in Anistar City. Well, technically it wasn’t a rock! It was a huge sundial, something that kept time through Anistar City better than any clock that ticked merrily inside of the many buildings in the area. She’d heard rumors as well, through Professor Oak and the others in Kanto that had been through Kalos, that there was something more to its purpose than just keeping time. Ayumi was excited to see what secrets it held, and she practically hopped off of her flight in order to find her bags and be on her way. The Santalune airport was clean and bright, and Ayumi was able to find her way fairly easily, her blue skirt flouncing around her thighs as she hopped and skipped through the different sections. She’d dressed for the sunny day outside by keeping things simple and light: a black and white t-shirt that was sure to let her body breathe, and the same blue skirt that made her legs feel breezy and free. It was just modest enough to tell everyone she came across that she was simply another adult pokemon enthusiast, not a little girl on her own. Both the skirt and her shirt helped as she hurried toward the baggage claim, panting from the exertion and heat, and after picking up her bag she was off. While Ayumi was very happy to find her own way, she also realized halfway through looking at one of the airport maps that she might have been in over her head. Kalos was a whole new environment, after all, and she was probably better off asking for directions from a local. Spotting a Pokemon Center nearby allowed her to let out a breath of relief. Those were always present in every region, and she could get handy, reliable advice and directions from the nurse there. Plus, she might meet some cute pokemon in the process! It was decided: she would go to the Pokemon Center to ask for the best route to Anistar City. Of course, while she could have called for another kind of transportation, she squinted at the sunlight and decided it would be much more pleasant to walk. The day was beautiful, after all, and she had no idea who she might run into. The sun was warm and felt good on her exposed skin, but as she walked, the slight breezes were beginning to pick up. They tugged at her skirt like they were asking her to play, and she tamped it right back down as she marveled at the new sights and sounds around her. Seemingly annoyed with her, a gust of wind took advantage of her inattentiveness to blow her skirt up suddenly, and she squeaked with surprise. Underneath her skirt was a thick, padded pair of what almost looked like underwear from a glance. It was printed with small eevees that beamed at passersby and shone in the bright sun. However, both Ayumi and anyone who saw it for more than a few seconds would know that it wasn’t a specially engineered pair of panties, but a diaper. They’d recognize the sticky tabs and the rounded puffs of padding that swelled between Ayumi’s slender thighs, and Ayumi would be mortified. She blushed as she tamped her skirt down again, giving it a mental scolding. She was practically the color of a flareon herself! She didn’t know what would happen if anyone saw her like that, and looked around to make sure nobody had. Luckily, from the chatter of the people she passed, nobody had noticed a thing (or they were too polite to look under a woman’s skirt). She breathed out a sigh of relief. Ayumi had begun to wear diapers since she’d found that she didn’t have a very good bladder, and when she had to pee, she really had to pee. Most of the time, peeing fast and being a good adventurer didn’t mix, so she wore the diapers. And even if she tried to make them as cute as she could, they were still embarrassing. The embarrassment over possibly being found out stayed with her throughout her walk, and she found that she was less likely to check if she was following the map’s directions and more likely to look around just in case someone saw the bottom of her diaper. The breeze wasn’t really letting up, either, and the nerves coursing through her system made her bladder react accordingly. Soon, she was shivering and pressing her thighs together insistently, feeling the warm liquid slosh inside of her, and she really needed to find a bathroom. But as she looked around, she realized with increasing horror that she didn’t recognize a thing. She was supposed to have passed a certain landmark a few steps back, but she only saw trees and unfamiliar buildings. What was worse was that somewhere along the line, she tried to retrace her steps and the wind tugged the map right out of her nervous grip. She watched, helplessly, as the map flew away from her, knowing that running might make her have an accident. The only thing more mortifying than having someone see her with a diaper on was to have the diaper filled up with her pee. She had to hold it in, even though it was getting harder and harder to think about things that weren't released, and the sound of trickling water and the feeling of something warm and wet pressed up against her most private spot. Rubbing her thighs together so hard she might start a fire with them, she bit her lip and tried not to walk too strangely, her head swiveling to try and find a place to relieve herself. Strangers walked by, but Ayumi wasn’t going to ask any of them. She had already been convinced that they either had already seen her in her diaper or that they were going to, especially with the wind picking up. Sweating a little and shaking as she walked, she wandered around the unfamiliar landscape before she saw something that looked a little like a bathroom sign from around the corner. Ayumi, by now thoroughly miserable and desperate, picked up her pace to try and beat her bladder before it decided it had enough. Unfortunately for poor Ayumi, she bumped into a person on the way. Another young woman, in fact, with long blue hair and a stylish pink outfit. That was all Ayumi could see before she fell back, and as she hit the ground hard, she found that her legs were spread and that her skirt was hiked up to her waist. That meant that the stylish other woman, whoever she was, could see Ayumi’s eevee diaper. She immediately moved to cover her face, pleading with herself to wait just a little longer, that this wasn’t the time. But her body refused to listen. To make matters worse, the jolt to her bladder had made it release out of shear strain, and the eevees on her diaper began to turn into jolteons to signal that she had made a mess of her diaper. The feature was great for new mothers, but they only added to Ayumi’s shame as she began to feel that familiar warm, wet feeling against her front, the puffs of absorbent material swelling outward as she began to pee herself directly in front of this stranger. Ayumi began to feel the hot burn of tears behind her eyes, and she let them fall, soaking her hands like she was soaking her diaper, and generally feeling very hot and wet and slippery as a result. This was terrible. Of course, the other party was feeling something as well, but it wasn't necessarily shaming. The stylish girl’s name was Dawn, and she was a fellow pokemon enthusiast with her own share of secrets. Watching the strange girl wet herself in front of her, though, was something that she had never seen before, and she doubted she ever would again. But on top of that, she was speechless for another reason: she was a kind girl, and she didn’t want to say anything to exacerbate the other girl’s shame. Instead, she sat there and watched her diaper fill up, the slight yellow tint of pee to the ballooning swell of the padding, and opened her mouth and closed it a few times. There was really nothing she could say without waiting politely for the other girl to finish what she was doing first. When the quiet sound of water trickling had stopped, and the ballooning of the diaper had reached its peak and was now beginning to sag between her legs, Dawn got up from where she’d fallen as well and extended a hand to this poor other girl. “Hey, it happens,” said Dawn, trying to be supportive. “Don’t worry about it. I won’t say a thing -- ” And then, in the next moment, the wind picked up again. Dawn, who was wearing a very short pink skirt, felt the breeze blow it up and into her top, exposing her own padded white garment. It had a Piplup displayed proudly between her thighs, and she gasped as she tried to push her skirt right back down again, at least to cover the Piplup. Unfortunately, she was unsuccessful for a few seconds, and she noticed that the other girl was suddenly looking at Dawn’s diaper and at Dawn with round, tear-filled eyes. Dawn turned bright red and finally secured her skirt, but she had to stop for a moment, looking down at the unfamiliar girl and her filled diaper. It was almost mesmerizing, to be honest. The other girl was extremely cute, probably from someplace in the countryside given the plain makeup of her outfit, but what really caught Dawn’s attention was the almost seductive curve of the diaper between her legs. It was just so round and soft-looking, and she felt something stir inside of her at the thought of that warm wetness, her own thighs rubbing together in a strangely compelling way. Wait, what was she saying! What was she thinking! She shook her head quickly and pulled the other girl up into her arms, and gave her a tight, reassuring hug. She murmured words of comfort and friendship into the other girl’s ear, being gentle with the now full diaper she felt trapped between their bodies, and only pulled back when she felt the quiet sobs and shaking of the other girl begin to slow. Eventually, she pulled out a handkerchief from her bag and offered it to the other girl with a small smile, nodding at her encouragingly. That was it, she shouldn’t cry, nobody was hurt. No harm is done. And knowing that they were both wearing the same kind of thing also helped, though Dawn didn’t say this out loud. She knew it helped her, though. Dawn asked her if she needed any help getting cleaned up, that same stirring in her body, and the girl shook her head. “I can do that later when I get to the Pokemon Center,” she explained. “I need to go find out how to get to someplace, and then I can relax and clean myself up.” Dawn nodded, although she was curious about what the girl wanted to do in Kalos. She almost assumed it was because of the sundial in Anistar City, but she didn’t want to be rude. Maybe she had family here? Or she wanted to see the pokemon that were in the area? They weren’t exactly walking off the beaten path, but Dawn was pretty sure she could help with any and all of those things. Instead of saying all of that, though, she just agreed to help the girl find the Pokemon Center, and they set off together down the trail. “So, what’s your name? Where are you from?” asked Dawn, trying to keep the mood light. She knew from past experience that wearing a wet diaper wasn’t fun, and the wetness was going to make walking uncomfortable. Distractions were good, especially when she herself couldn’t stop thinking about the girl’s diaper. “Ayumi,” said the girl, still sniffling. She had since taken Dawn’s handkerchief and was dabbing delicately around her eyes. “I’m from Kanto. Pallet Town.” “Ayumi, huh?” Dawn nodded, smiling. “Nice to meet you! I’m from Twinleaf Town myself, in Sinnoh. My name is Dawn.” “Nice to meet you, Dawn,” said Ayumi, though her voice had become painfully shy under the cheerful demeanor she put on. She was still embarrassed. “So, you’re not from here, either.” “Nope,” admitted Dawn. “But exploring it is really fun, don’t you think?” “I don’t know, I just got here, actually,” said Ayumi, laughing awkwardly. “I’m glad I found someone like you to help show me the way.” “Oh, exciting,” said Dawn, beginning to talk about all of the amazing parts of Kalos. On their way, they passed a woman that was taller and somewhat slimmer than the two of them, and she glanced at the slowly warming dynamic between the two as they talked and laughed. She wore her very long, dark brown hair in two large sock buns above her ears, longer locks of them hanging loose to her waist and shorter locks framing her face. She was uncommonly pretty, with large, dark blue eyes like the sea, and with skin so pale and peachy it looked like she’d almost never seen the sun except for that little bit of color she held. And she was stylish as well. She drew Dawn’s and Ayumi’s eyes for that reason to start because she was dressed so nicely, starting with the pink and white visor on her slender brow. Under that, a salmon pink tank top was tied at the back of her neck with a floppy bow. Over that, she’d chosen to wear a white quarter length top, its lines hugging her body, and with sleeves that were a beautiful ice blue. In the center of the white was a salmon pink semi-Poké Ball that overlaid her modest chest. On the bottom, she wore mustard yellow shorts that were flared, with frills enough to decorate a modest evening dress. Down her long, peachy legs, a set of salmon pink socks helped to complete the look, and it ended with a pair of hi-top shoes that were an icy blue and white with the same mustard color of her shorts being echoed in the laces. Her accessory, as stylish as the rest of her, was a large salmon pink and white handbag, its strap black and hanging off of her shoulder in a very cool and casual manner. Ayumi would have probably been content to note how good she looked in her outfit, but she noticed something just a little curious about what she could see under the shorts if she looked closely enough. Slowing Dawn down in the middle of her talk, Ayumi watched as something smooth and white was revealed to her, and she could see that it was padded. Even more, intrigued, she almost asked Dawn if they could turn back to see what the girl was doing, but soon enough they were walking through the sliding doors of the Pokemon Center and she lost her chance. Nurse Joy, as that was what her name tag called her, was cheerfully manning the front desk. Dawn and Ayumi walked up to her in more of a rush than they probably needed to, but they had made it pretty clear that Ayumi needed help. More tears rushed to her eyes at the sight of someone who could help her with her little problem, and Dawn explained the situation to Nurse Joy, who put a hand to her mouth and nodded solemnly. “Well, of course, I can help with that,” she said in a sweet, motherly voice. “Come with me, Ayumi. I’ll make sure you get a change and that you’re all clean again.” And Ayumi, nodding gratefully at both her and at Dawn, and followed her into another room. Dawn called after her that she would be waiting just in case Ayumi needed any other help. Dawn, now alone, thought about why she was waiting at all. Of course, she wanted to help a fellow enthusiast, but was that all there was to it? She rubbed her thighs together as she felt her bladder slowly filling up itself. Wetting wasn’t really something she needed to do here, as it was the Pokemon Center and she could use any of its restrooms. Still, she couldn’t stop thinking about Ayumi’s diaper, and the interest and pull she felt toward it. She wanted to see more of it. Hopefully, traveling with Ayumi herself would give Dawn another chance to look at it, even if the thought itself was super embarrassing. She felt her bladder nudging her insistently once more. She really needed to piddle. There was a restroom very nearby, just a few steps away, really, but the more she thought of Ayumi’s diaper the more she felt like sitting right where she was. Trapped by her own interest and desires, Dawn blushed hard as she felt the rush of fluid coming out of her body, and her own diaper began to balloon outward, swelling with liquid and that same yellow tint from before. The warmth and the wetness had made it clear that she had now wet herself as well.

Easter Bedwetting Part 1 The sun was shining on a Thursday morning. Allison was having a pleasant dream about a fantasy world as a princess. She and her younger sister were wearing long dresses as they played with dolls. Unlike normal dolls, these dolls were fancy and most likely way out of budget for a normal person with a day job. Allison adored her younger sister's dress that was light blue and worked well for her light blonde hair. It built her adorable essence as a six-year-old girl would. She looked at her own dress which was light pink with some curves that were developing for a twelve-year-old girl with light blonde hair. Allison soon felt a need to pee, “I need to use the little princess room,” Allison states to her sister. She smiles back as Allison finds the toilet. Once sitting on the throne, Allison began to relieve herself. A slight noise of a door creaking open caused Allison to groggily open her eyes. There stood in front of the waking girl a younger girl with the same hair color. Allison knew her sister had come to greet her in the morning. “Someone’s bed is wet,” stated the young girl. They stood there for a few seconds without speaking as Allison was scared to confirm if that was true or not. “April fools!” the young girl answers back. Allison sighs at her sister, “I really shouldn’t have taught you that, Claire.” It was Thursday only a few days before Easter, yet Allison’s sister Claire still made April fools joke when Allison taught her about them. However, moving her legs Allison found that it wasn’t a joke. “Well, ummm, it actually wasn’t a joke though…” Allison began to sob. Claire goes up to Allison and hugs her, “Aw, it’s okay Ally.” She lets go and gives a concerned look that grows into a smile. “It's okay that you wet the bed, let's go and get some breakfast!” Allison still felt down but felt a little better seeing the smile on her younger sister. She got up and removed her sheets—a process she’s done the last few days. According to her sister, breakfast was probably ready so Allison stripped of her soaked pajama clothing and put on a set of clean clothes. She’d like to take a bath soon, but if she was going to go eat breakfast it’d be wiser to change her clothes first then stay in the wet stained ones. Then she put the dirty clothes in the dirty clothes basket. Walking out of her room and down the short set of stairs around the corner, to a dining hall to the right. Allison found her sister smiling at her seat with pancakes on her plate, and a middle-aged blonde-haired woman smiling directly at her. This woman still looked pretty young for her age and adored both Allison and Claire as a mother should. Allison’s mother looks over at her, “Oh hun, did you get ready already?” Despite wanting to say that she did, Allison knew the reality wasn’t that. “Not yet…” was the only thing she could respond to. The smile from her mother turned to a look of concern, “Oh…did you have another accident last night?” Allison felt rather embarrassed that she didn’t feel like responding and only nodded. “That’s okay sweetie, it’ll be fine I’m sure. Just hand me the wet sheets and I’ll take care of them all alright. So just eat up and try and forget about it.” After hearing her mother finish, Allison sat in her seat next to Claire and began to eat buttered pancakes. After taking a few bites, Allison’s mother spoke up again, “Allison, your father and I talked about it, we know you’ll probably hate this, but we think it’d be smart if we got you some protection at night.” Allison was ashamed to hear the thought, “You mean like diapers?” Once she mentioned “diapers,” she heard her sister Claire giggling. “Well, it would be better than waking up to a wet bed wouldn’t it?” Allison’s mother suggested. “And I’d bet you’d be cute,” Claire added. Allison tried to ignore Claire’s comment, “Yeah, I suppose you are right mom.” “Okay good, plus we do have the trip tomorrow to Grandma’s for Easter. I think it’d be a wise decision to go get them after you get ready then. Also, I’m proud of you to accept it, hun!” With the declaration made, they enjoyed their meal and Allison made her way to take a bath after handing her wet sheets and clothes to her mother. During Allison’s bath, Allison couldn’t help but think about the predicament she was in. So I’ll have to get diapers, well just for night time. I suppose things could be worse, but I guess I just have to accept that I’m a bedwetter now. It’ll definitely help us not have to clean as much after making a mess. Allison smiled to herself accepting the decision that was made. Plus, maybe Claire could be right and they’d look cute on me. She giggled at the thought. Though I doubt that, but it might actually not be that bad. Sure they are for babies, but some of the designs are cute…well for babies. Now that I’m thinking about it, it really doesn’t sound that bad at all now. Allison smiled to herself as she continued to enjoy her bath. Once her soothing bath finished, Allison put the clothes she had back on and told her mother that she was ready to go. They rounded Claire up to join them as they went to the store to get some items for the trip to their Grandma’s—which included “protection.” At the nearby Walmart, they found all the items on the list except for one—Allison’s “protection.” Allison blushed with embarrassment at the idea aisle they were heading to. She almost wished they could keep walking forever or turn around for how nervous she felt. Unfortunately, the walk to the diaper aisle was only a short jaunt. There Allison eyed several brands of diapers lined on the shelves. The one that really caught her eye was the Pampers brand diapers. They had all the different sizes ranging from one to seven. Each package had a different design for each size. She scanned the designs and sizes to see if she could find the one that would fit her. Many of the smaller sizes were made for babies, but the size seven seemed like it would fit her best. Even for a slowly developing girl, Allison was still more on the small size. So even a size seven Pampers diaper should easily fit her. Looking at the packages, an Elmo design came to Allison’s mind. Allison remembers she enjoyed watching Sesame Street when she was younger, so maybe it’d be rather fitting then. However, Allison thought to herself that these were baby diapers and she wasn’t a baby. So Allison did her best to keep her attention away from the packages. She did a good job until she heard Claire speak up. “Mommy, wouldn’t this work for Ally?” Claire spoke holding up a package of Pampers size 7. Allison wanted to speak up and suggest a different idea, but she decided to wait and see how it played out. “Oh, I bet this would be cute on Ally huh?” Their mother responded taking the package. Allison blushed and felt frozen stiff even if she wanted to speak up. “But she doesn’t need actual diapers, just something to hold her for the night like Goodnites.” Allison’s mother then put the package back on the shelf and walked to get a package of Goodnites for girls. The design for the goodnite showcased hearts and flowers and other patterns. “These will be cute too!” Claire spoke up. Allison was frozen stiff due to the mass embarrassment she had to endure. “Don’t you think?” Claire turned her attention to Allison asking her opinion on the design. Allison couldn’t deny that it was still pretty cute. “Yeah, they’re cute,” was all Allison could muster. “I’m glad to hear that,” their mother stated. “Sorry hun if you are feeling a little embarrassed, we’ll try and get out of here shortly alright?” After hearing her mother, Allison just followed behind silently. At the cash register, Allison wanted to look away as all the items were scanned including her Goodnites package. However, no specific comments were made than the usual routine. The cashier looked to be a girl in her twenties, probably having a day job being in college. With red-hair tied in a pony-tail, her emerald eyes looked at Allison with a bright smile. Allison didn’t want to look too into it so she just walked behind her mother as they left the store. Once they returned home, Allison was given her package of goodnites to hold in her room to make sure she puts one on each night. Allison also began to pack her things for the trip. Starting with her clothes, some cute things like a few dresses and a plain shirt and several skirts. Knowing that the location was just her grandma’s, Allison didn’t think to bring anything special for clothing than what she found comfy or cute. Next, Allison began to pack her bathroom stuff only leaving the bare minimum of a toothbrush and toothpaste she’d use that night before packing. Then she found herself back in her room at night fully packed and ready. However, Allison realized she did forget one item—her Goodnites. She decided to ask her mother how she should pack them as she didn’t leave much room for them. In the kitchen once again, she found her mother cooking and getting dinner ready for when the father would arrive after a good day at work. “Um, Mom?” Allison got her mother's attention. Turning to face the young girl, Allison’s mother smiled. “Yes, dear?” “Umm well,” Allison felt slightly shy to mention the problem. “I’m all packed.” “Well, that’s good. Dinner should be done shortly as should your father gets home.” “Okay…well you see…” Allison blushed as her mother tilted her head. “I did finish packing, but I forgot to pack my…” Her voice lowered a bit. “My Goodnites and I don’t have any room left.” Allison turned an even brighter tomato. “Oh,” Her mother replied. “That’s okay, I’ll pack them with my stuff then. Just make sure to take two out for tonight and you can hand the rest to me alright?” “Okay,” Allison nodded. “That sounds good mommy. But can I ask, why two?” Her mother smiled, “One for tonight and the second one is just in case you wake up in the night and need it. Probably should be prepared just in case and can’t get access to the rest of them.” “Oh, that makes sense. I’ll go do that now then, where do you want the package?” “You can leave it on my bed.” “Alright, I’ll go do it now then.” Allison walked out of the kitchen and up the stairs finding her room. There she found the package of Goodnites with the young girl on the cover. She wasn’t sure if there was a specific way to open it but ignorantly tore the package open. Now with the package open, Allison shyly grabbed two of the paddings out setting them on her bed. She then walked over to her mother's master bedroom placing the package on the large blue comforter covering the bed. Allison walked back to her own room to find the two Goodnites left behind. Curious, Allison picked one up to see how it felt. The pink and purple garment had a rather odd soft touch at first. Allison imagined that it wouldn’t feel soft, but figures the padding must give it that texture. She wondered how it’d feel to actually wear given the odd inviting softness. A sound of the front door of the house echoed through the house which told Allison her father was home. More than likely dinner was ready as well. Allison put the soft padding of the Goodnite on her bed once again before heading down. Despite wanting to see how it felt while wearing, she knew she’d be testing one later that night anyway. Once downstairs, she found her family was already sitting at the dinner table. Allison found her seat next to Claire. Allison was happy to see that they were having steak for that night. With a fork and knife in her hand, Allison began to cut the meat for herself. She had always been allowed to cut her own food when she was about Claire’s age as she looks over to see Claire was awkwardly cutting her food. “Did you do it, hun?” Voiced a question from her mother. Allison knew that it was about the Goodnites. “Yup,” Allison nodded. “Did what?” Allison’s father questioned which Claire also piqued with the same thought. “Did what I ask to do with her Goodnites,” Allison’s mother stated. Just hearing it caused Allison to blush. “Oh, you did get her some protection then,” Her father stated. “Well that’s good, now you won’t have to worry about a wet bed again.” Allison’s father smiled at her, which she couldn’t help smile back. Even though she felt slightly embarrassed by the problem, everyone else didn’t seem to mind. So, Allison continued to eat her food. After dinner was finished, Allison helped Claire do the dishes and load them into the dishwasher. A process Allison wasn’t very fond of but it was something to help around the house. Though she understands Claire’s point of view is more of just a trivial chore at her age. But once she grew up, she’d probably understand, at least that’s what Allison hoped. Once the dishes were finished, Claire tugged on Allison’s shirt. “Ally, can we watch a movie?” Claire asked. “Sure, I’d love to watch something with you,” Allison answered back. “Go pick something and I’ll join you okay.” “Okay!” Claire beamed and trotted off. Allison was happy to have her younger sister, as it did give her an excuse for watching younger kid movies and shows. Even though she wasn’t that old herself, she knew she should be growing up regardless. Before going to her sister's room, Allison decided to answer her earlier curiosity. Its almost bedtime, it’ll be fine if I do this now. She walked into her room and picked up one of her Goodnites feeling the softness in her clutches again. Then she began to remove the light blue underwear tossing them into her dirty clothes basket. There she took the Goodnite and pulled it open and slid it on like a regular pair of underwear. The odd soft-touch remained, but a new wave emanated as the padding hit Allison’s rear. It wasn’t like regular underwear, but it did feel secure and oddly comforting. Allison couldn’t quite comprehend it but didn’t really mind wearing it for the time being. With her new padding equipped, she walked over to her sister's bedroom. Once she entered, she saw the room with pink walls and stuffed animals placed around. It was almost as if a magical unicorn dashed in with its rainbows turning everything cute. This was definitely fit for a little girl like her sister Claire who sat on her bed before a television screen clutching a stuffed rabbit. “What did you pick for us this time?” Allison asked the adorable Claire. “Oh, I picked Sleeping Beauty for us!” Claire smiled. Allison smiled back, “Oh good I love that one.” She quietly took her seat next to Claire as they started the film. Allison could only wonder if her sister could notice if she was wearing a Goodnite. Partway through the film near the end, Allison felt a need to urinate. It didn’t seem like she’d have to go right away so she probably could hold till the rest of the film, but it did make her think about the garment she currently wore. No, I don’t plan on using my Goodnite just to be lazy. Plus, I’d probably have to get another Goodnite and Mom most likely packed everything already. So, I’d better save this one. Once the film ended, Allison made her way to the bathroom making use of it. She then got ready for bed changing into her pajama shirt and pants that were both light blue with white dots. There she found at her door a young curious girl—her sister Claire. “Ally did you put it on?” Claire asked. It was clear she was interested in the Goodnite Allison was wearing. So, Allison nodded in response. “Can I see? Please?” Giving in to her younger sister’s pleads, Allison lowered her pajama pants exposing to her sister and the purple garment. “I was sort of embarrassed at first, but it's not that bad,” Allison stated. “Oh, you are cute!” Claire beamed. “Hehe, my diapered sister!” Allison blushed but was embraced by her younger sister. “It’ll be fine, I know it! I love you sis, goodnight!” “Aw, I love you too! Goodnight my sweet Claire,” Allison smiled back. She felt rather happy to have her sister’s support at the least. So following Claire out, she turned the lights off and crawled into her bed. Well, here I am wearing a Goodnite diaper. The day before we go to Grandma’s when I’d have hoped my bedwetting was going to stop before. But now I have to wear these at night. Though it is pretty soft so maybe I shouldn’t complain. At least I’ll be able to wake up in the morning without a wet bed! Allison reassured herself and felt contented enough and soon fell asleep.