Pinnacle Academy

[Breloom 217]

Chapter One

For as long as she could remember, Erika Winters had worn diapers. It started with a birth defect- even when she had reached potty training age, she had been unable to control her bladder and bowel movements most of the time. Her parents had been cautiously optimistic, and for a while it looked like Erika might achieve some level of continence. But when she was five, she'd been in an accident. A public bus they were riding in had been rammed by a drunken pickup driver directly in the place where their family sat. And Erika was in the window seat. Between mental trauma (both from the collision and from surgery) and from further nerve damage inflicted by bits of plastic and glass, 95% of Erika's hard-won control was lost. Ever since she had worn diapers 24/7 and most weeks she could count the amount of times she successfully used the toilet on one hand. Her classmates had been for the most part understanding, but there was always some teasing and behind-the-back jokes. Erika tried to take no notice, but all this over something that was out of her control in more ways than one got to her a bit. She secretly enjoyed the convenience of diapers and the feeling of using one, but she often found herself wishing the collision hadn't happened (or at least not hit her) so she could have had a normal childhood. Above all, Erika stressed over life after high school. College would surely be a nightmare, and she didn't even want to think about how her life would look as a professional. But her senior year was almost over. She was eighteen. She was going to college. And it scared the hell out of her.

One day, Erika was sitting in her desk chair in a hoodie and a wet diaper, fretting over a history paper when her mother entered. Mrs. Winters was used to seeing her daughter go without pants in the evenings, as Erika found that it was both nice to get out of school clothes and simplified diaper changes. Erika, her shoulder-length brown hair hastily tied into a ponytail, looked up from her myriad of notes, library books, and screens to see her mother holding a pamphlet of papers with writing on them. She blinked, put on her glasses, and stood up, absently rubbing the yellowish front of her diaper. "What's all this, Mom? And does it need to be now? I want to finish this paper so I don't spend the next three days stressing about it."

"Hon, your father and I have been looking into this for months now. We thought now would be a good time to give you the good news." Mrs. Winters sat down on a chaise lounge against the front wall of the bedroom and shuffled the sheaf of papers.

"What good news?" Erika walked into her small en suite, located next to the lounger, and sat down. Now was as good a time as any to get rid of the wet diaper. Erika reckoned her en suite's uses were 20% showers and 80% diaper changes. She sat near the entrance so as to be able to hear her mother, although she was still bothered by having to put the paper on hold even for a few minutes. Brushing her bangs behind her ears, she tilted her head towards the door.

"We know you've been anxious about starting college for a while now." Got that right, Erika thought to herself. "It's almost the end of senior year and you're still waffling between schools and spending every free moment dreaming up worst-case scenarios. So we did some research, and..." She tossed a stapled packet around the corner into the en suite. Erika pulled it closer and glanced down, scanning the front page as she cleaned herself up. The packet was a run-of-the-mill college admissions sheaf, nothing exciting there. The place was called Pinnacle Academy, and apparently had a scenic location somewhere in the tropics. The cover photo showed a collection of modern buildings on a sunny beach under a sizable mountain. Erika scanned for obvious signs of PhotoShop use and found none. She sniffed and continued reading as she taped herself into a new diaper. Under the name and cover photo was a block of text. Adjusting her glasses, Erika peered at it, blinking as she read and reread the paragraph. The school apparently billed itself as a "safe environment for girls struggling with incontinence of all varieties to pursue higher education and prepare for life after college." 

Erika grabbed the packet and strode out of the en suite, flopping onto her bed as she turned the page. The college looked fairly standard on paper. Four year majors, various degrees across all subjects, intramural sports, a burgeoning arts program, two paragraphs extolling the virtues of its geographic location... from this alone, Erika wouldn't have differentiated it from any other college she'd considered. But that first bit captivated her. This was the answer to all her prayers.

"Is... is this real?" Her voice was smaller than usual.

"Yes. We've been in contact with their admissions department since January. Around February we sent them a copy of your college application package. Not only have you been accepted, but you qualify for a scholarship to take some of the burdens of travel costs and tuition off our shoulders. Should you accept and fill out this paperwork, you will be all set to attend next autumn." Mrs. Winters waved the rest of the paper stack at Erika, who was still blinking as she tried to process this. She thought the way her daughter blinked repeatedly when she was surprised or puzzled was adorable. "I'll leave these here." She placed the papers on a low table next to the chaise lounge and left, leaving Erika sitting on her bed.

Erika thought for a moment. Not about accepting or declining, that decision had been made as soon as she read the first block of text. The feeling, the weight off her shoulders... Erika fell back onto her bed, her golden brown hair tossed across the pillow, and let out a soft sign of utter bliss and relief.

. . .

June came and went. Erika had graduated near the top of her class and chose to pursue a history major. She was due to start at Pinnacle in the fall, and for the first time ever she wasn't paralyzed with dread over an upcoming school year.

Edited January 3 by Breloom (see edit history)

[f3l1x4r 20]

That's a good start. Can't wait to read more.

 

Happy to know there's likely to be some messing involved. And a main character who enjoys diaper at least on some level. But I didn't expect anything less coming from you.

[Breloom 217]

Chapter Two

Sun streaming through the window woke Erika. She instinctively felt her diaper, which was a bit damp. She looked across the room and noticed a whole array of bags there, which puzzled her drowsy mind for a bit before she remembered what day it was. They were making the eight hour drive to Pinnacle. There was one more week before classes, but Erika had wanted some time to settle in at the dorms, which were opening that afternoon. She got out of bed, changed out of her wet diaper, and went downstairs.

Mrs. Winters heard footsteps and looked over to see Erika, clad in a pajama top and a diaper, helping herself to some toast. They discussed final preparations for the trip over breakfast. They would be taking her father's 2014 Econoline van down, because Mrs. Winters' sedan could not fit three people and Erika's stuff. The van was somewhat uncomfortable in Erika's experience, but sacrifices had to be made. After breakfast, Erika showered and got into her clothes for the trip: A t-shirt and sweatpants. They loaded the van and hit the road.

After they'd been driving for a bit, her parents in the front seats and Erika in the rear bench seat, Erika took out a book. The initial excitement of setting out was wearing off, and now there was just eight hours of highway to look forward to. Erika read for a few hours, occasionally pulling her pants down a bit to check her diaper. She was halfway through the book when her mother leaned over. "Half an hour until lunch." Erika stretched. She'd wet herself twice, and although her last diaper check indicated she was fine she was still somewhat anxious for a change. In addition, she was feeling an urge to poop, and she knew it was coming out before they stopped no matter what. She could try to hold it and minimize her time spent in a messy diaper, but her efforts in that regard were usually futile. By the time she reached the next chapter of her book, her poo had pushed itself out and filled the back of her diaper.

They pulled into a rest stop. It was your typical highway rest stop: Gas station, five or so chain restaurants, a sleazy looking gift shop/convenience store affair, cavernous restrooms that rarely held even a quarter of their maximum occupancy at once... the works. "Mom, I'm going to go change," Erika announced as she got out of the van with the bag that contained fresh diapers and changing supplies.

"Okay. We'll get a table. Hurry back."

Erika entered a stall, pulled down her pants, and untaped her diaper. Not for the first time, she was thankful for odor control technology. If she'd had to walk through the building with this mess in her pants... she didn't even want to think about that. She cleaned up, taped on a new diaper, and went to order food. She felt herself leak a tiny bit in the pizza line and cursed herself for not having tried to go in the stall. They ate quickly and got back on the road. The plan was to keep driving until they got to Pinnacle, at which point Erika and her baggage would be offloaded and her parents would turn round, stopping for dinner and a motel on the way home. Before they left the rest stop, Erika sat on the toilet and did her best to go, but she'd just gone recently and could only expel a few spurts of pee and one little piece of poo. Back in the car, Erika took out her phone and browsed the web for a while.

Late afternoon arrived. Erika was playing a handheld video game when she felt a sudden need to mess herself. She'd already wet a few times, but was still quite comfortable. Knowing her, however, the fact that she felt the need to poop meant that an accident was only minutes away. She decided to speak up. "Mom? I'm about to poop myself."

"We're nowhere near any stops. You'll have to do it here, hon."

"How long will I have to... stay like this?"

"We're taking an exit in forty-five. We can pull over on that road and you can change."

"Fine..." Erika resumed her game. Not even five minutes later, she felt her poo start to come out. She sat up a bit and pushed. Better to just get it over with. Even after so many years, she was still a bit embarrassed to mess around people, even people who knew she was incontinent. And while she didn't mind the feel of a messy diaper at first, after sitting in it for a bit it got uncomfortable fast. At least her diaper kept the odor contained. Erika kept playing like nothing had happened. A warm sensation at her crotch alerted her to the fact that she was peeing again, but she didn't care. This diaper was already quite used.

Erika was so relieved when they took the exit and pulled over. She changed quickly and stashed the old diaper in a disposal bag. Freshly diapered, she got back in her seat for the last leg of the trip.

When they arrived at Pinnacle, Erika was surprised to discover that she was still dry. She said a teary farewell to her parents before making five trips up and down the elevator with her stuff. Her roommate hadn't arrived yet, and the two girls in the adjoining room were apparently on campus, but not in the dorms. Erika changed into a nice tropical-patterned skirt and headed back to the lobby as instructed. Following a dinner with some other early-arriving freshmen and an hour of being led around and asked if everything was okay by a nervous, plump woman named Mrs. Farrell, Erika retired to her dorm room. The dorms were quite comfortable. There was a living area, kitchenette, and two bedrooms. Out back of the living area was a spacious balcony. Through a door next to the kitchen was a large bathroom with four sinks, two showers, two toilets, and a few stone benches that she had no doubt were intended for changing you protection on. There was also a door to the adjoining room, which was presently locked due to its occupants being absent. Mrs. Farrell had said they were on the beach, but a junior girl at dinner had said that that was Mrs. Farrell's default response when asked the location of anyone whose whereabouts were unknown to her. Apparently she'd once told some sophomores that their dean was on the beach when in reality, the dean was out of state at her uncle's funeral. That hadn't gone over especially well, unsurprisingly. Her train of thought was interrupted by a knock at the door. Outside was a pretty girl about Erika's age. She had a platinum blond pixie cut and a generic vacation tee that was clearly a bit small, judging by the way it outlined her small chest and clung to her belly. She brushed some imaginary dust off her cyan sweats and dragged a suitcase closer. "Hii!! I'm Robin. You must be my roommate!"

"Uhh... hi." I am so awkward. Good gravy. "Come on in! Make yourself at dorm." At HOME, you absolute clown. How do you screw up "Make yourself at home?"

Robin chuckled and moved her things in. "So... Erika, right?"

"Wha- how do you know my name? I didn't know yours."

"It's on your suitcase, sweet."

"Oh. I- I see. I'm so clueless sometimes."

"Aren't we all." Robin had migrated her bags into the unclaimed bedroom by now. For her part, Erika flopped on the couch. Robin giggled again, prompting Erika to realize that her exaggerated flop and present position put her decidedly yellow diaper on full display to anyone in the vicinity of the bedroom doorways. "No, don't worry about it," Robin chirped as Erika tried to shift her skirt around. "I'm in the same boat as you, remember?" Robin undid the drawstring of her pants, allowing them to fall around her ankles and reveal an equally wet diaper. "No sense in being prudish. If we're going to be two incontinent girls living together, we oughta get used to stuff like this!" Erika was surprised by Robin's cavalier attitude about her condition with a total stranger, but she supposed that the other girl had a point. With a shared bathroom and a roommate like Robin, nothing was going to be private business around here anyways. And besides, the whole point of coming here was so that she didn't have to be ashamed of her condition. After hesitating, Erika stood up and dropped her skirt, putting her soaked diaper on full display. "That's more like it!" Robin chuckled to herself a bit.

"I should probably change..."

"Me too! You mind if we change together? It'll happen at some point, may as well be now."

"Umm..."

"It's okay. I know I might be coming on a bit strong here."

"No, you're fine. I'm just not used to this kind of environment. And you've got a point. Why don't we?" The two girls changed, although more slowly than usual. Erika couldn't take her eyes off Robin's body, and she could see that her roommate was having similar problems. Erika wasn't used to being in such a compromising, intimate position with someone else. 

The pair spent the evening getting to know each other on a walk around campus. They found the beach Mrs. Farrell spoke of, which was deserted. Guess that junior was right after all. Halfway back to their building, Erika felt a bit of poop poke the back of her diaper. She froze. "What's wrong?"

"I- I have to go #2. It's coming out."

"Just let it, silly! You don't have to worry about that kind of thing here. I didn't mention it until now, but I messed myself back at the beach." Even as Robin spoke, Erika felt her poo slide out into her diaper. It squished up against her bottom, creating a warm, sticky feeling in the back of the diaper. "That wasn't so bad, right?" It really wasn't. Erika felt a weight off her shoulders equivalent to the weight in her diaper. She was over the hill now. I could get used to this. Not having to worry about hiding my accidents... that oughta take some stress off. "Come on! Let's get back to the room and change."

In the dorm room, Erika and Robin had gotten into the bathroom and stripped down to their diapers. "Looks like yours is bigger than mine," Robin joked, referring to the bulges in the backs of the two girls' diapers. Erika couldn't argue with that.

"You peed in yours."

"You're peeing in yours right now, idiot." Erika looked down and noticed that she was unconsciously wetting herself. She gasped a bit. Robin walked over and patted Erika's diaper bulge.

"Nothing to worry about. Here. I'll change you." Before Erika could protest, she was down on a bench and Robin was untaping her. She could tell her to stop, but she was feeling a mixture of arousal and curiosity. She hadn't been changed by another person since she was really little. And as Robin went about changing her, she had to admit it felt good.

"That... I enjoyed that." Robin smiled. She patted Erika's bottom again, although it wasn't messy this time. Robin knelt down on a bench and stuck her messy diaper out at Erika.

"Now you return the favor." She smiled, and Erika found herself smiling too. They held hands for a moment before Erika's hands worked their way down Robin's midriff and began to undo her tapes...

[phile474917 25]

I'm a fan!

[JuliusSlouchy 23]

I love it! 

But could Erika be more embarased about her accidents at college during the story? I really like when character is really embarased.

[f3l1x4r 20]

I like it more when they're not embarrassed. 

She's been incontinent her whole life and using diapers all the way through high school at this point, and now she's going to a special college where everyone is wearing and using diapers so it wouldn't make sense for her to be too embarrassed. Maybe a little bit embarrassed the first time it happens or if she leaks. But someone else will leak soon enough...

[JuliusSlouchy 23]

Yeah, but I just think she whould be embarased when she leaks out. I mean someone could make fun of her that she can't even change in time or something. 

Sorry, I just reaaaaally love embarassment and hulmination.