Madeline had the house and horse stable to herself since her husband was out of town on business for a few days. A big coffee drinker, Madeline was planning to wear a diaper while she did her chores today, hoping to save time running back and forth from the barn to the house for pee breaks.
Adult diapers were a productivity trick her friend Nancy had suggested. Nancy had even given her a box of diapers to try out, and today was her third time using one. Nancy was right. She could keep working and not skip a beat! As practical as the diapers were, though, Madeline didnât have the nerve to tell her husband about them. He probably wouldnât understand. Something told her sheâd best keep this to herself.
Madeline had been working for four hours already, and it was only now 11:30 am. Time for a break. Still new to diapers, a lifetime of conditioning meant she couldnât help hesitating briefly before letting go when her bladder called for relief. Still, she had given in fairly quickly today, and with three large tumblers of coffee and two glasses of water under her belt, her latest diaper was getting a workout.
Maybe it was the fact that her husband was out of town, but there was something different about today. The convenience of diapers had been evident from the start. But Madeline had not anticipated the sensory pleasures of the experience. Nancy didnât mention anything to her about how cozy and snug they were. And so very intimate. Madeline felt a rush each time she flooded the padding. Mmm, the way her diaper swelled so dramatically⊠and got squishy⊠it made the hair on the back of her neck stand up. It reminded her of when she was a carefree toddler, except now she was as an adult, using an adult diaper, and it was causing a decidedly more adult response. Even the gentle trickling sound was creating new sensations. Distracting sensations. She didnât know exactly why she liked it â ASMR? â but she couldnât deny that she did.
By this point her diaper was pretty soaked. Unsure what the capacity was, she thought this was probably a logical time to switch out of her diaper and maybe go back to her usual underwear. Maybe wash up a little. Maybe eat some lunch.
The thing is, the distractions made her less motivated to take the diaper off. Back to normal sounded boring. She liked wearing the diaper. She liked using it. She liked that it was soaked. She had an inclination to use this one until it started to leak. Or better yet⊠her mind started wandering in yet another direction. She needed to do more than pee. She needed to do the other thing babies do in diapers. Normally she goes numero dos within a few minutes of waking up. For whatever reason, though, her body was just not ready to purge at 6 am today â nor, for that matter, all of yesterday. This presented an unexpected opportunity. ïżŒ
Madeline was aware she had a significant, ahem, backlog, and the need to release it was growing urgent. For the first time in her adult life, she found herself weighing two options: whether to head back to the house and use the bathroom⊠or simply go right here, right now, in her diaper. She felt ashamed but intrigued by her own thoughts. She stared straight ahead and considered her choices. It was going to be a big one, wherever it ended up.
The internal debate abruptly ended. No, she thought, she was not going to pass up the opportunity. She would not be going inside for this.
âOh, why not, the diaper is wet anyway,â Madeline reasoned aloud.
She discarded her shorts to avoid any potential interference and crouched there in the barn. She began to push, gently at first. Nothing doing. This was a boulder, and she would need to be more purposeful. She placed her hands on a bale of hay to balance herself and pushed harder. And pushed again â this time emitting an audible grunt. That seemed to break the logjam. Yes... things were starting to move. Oh yeah, it was definitely coming now. Slowly but surely the big mass emerged and began to slide into her diaper.
She could hear the plastic backing of the diaper crackling as it stretched forcefully downward and outward to accommodate the firm, fat bundle. One last grunt and it was all out. It was warm and heavy as the massive load came to rest.
Madeline let out an involuntary sigh of relief. âOh my God,â she moaned loudly. âI canât believe I just did that.â She reached behind her back to feel the bulge in her diaper. She liked the way it felt, plump and sturdy and substantial, buried in the soft padding. Well, that was a weirdly enjoyable experience, she said to herself. Her pleasant reverie was quickly disrupted by a familiar voice.
âOh, you definitely did it, baby girl,â the voice said. âYes, you did. You sure did.â
Madeline jerked her head to the right. It was Nancy. Madeline had long ago told Nancy she could come by anytime she wanted, but she wasnât expecting her today. And now Nancy stood no more than 15 feet away, smiling.
Madeline turned beet red as her hands swung reflexively to her face in shame. âOh hell, how long have you been standing there?â she blurted out.
âWell, I walked up just as you were squatting down, and I could tell right away what was happening,â Nancy replied. âYou looked so cute, I didnât want to interrupt. Itâs OK. I do it all the time. Matter of fact, I hardly ever use a toilet anymore. Isnât it fun?â
âThis is my first time doing this,â Madeline explained as if she had been caught shoplifting.
âAwww⊠sorry I caught you off guard, but Iâm so glad I could witness your first,â Nancy said in a giddy voice.
Normally Madeline would have been too embarrassed by her circumstances to speak, but Nancy was clearly sympathetic, and the secret was already out, so there was no point in trying to hide. She stood up slowly and said, âI guess I should have been more careful. Oh well. Whatâs done is done.â
âOh, donât you worry, cutie. Youâre such a good little girl. You mustâve really had to go!â Nancy said, her tone resembling a mom speaking to her toddler.
âYeah, I did. I should go get cleaned up.â
âHold up, babygirl. Iâll take care of you. You just let Mommy change your diaper,â Nancy said. âItâs best to have a grownup do it for you.â
âNo, I couldnât ask you to do that,â Madeline said.
âYouâre not asking. Iâm offering. In fact, as your mommy, I insist!â
âWell⊠OK,â Madeline replied.
Nancy stepped closer and patted the back of Madelineâs bloated diaper. âYep, itâs a big one, all right. My goodness!â
âI couldnât go yesterday,â Madeline said. She was blushing again.
âHonestly, thatâs the best way⊠when youâre unable to go so you have to wait till the next day. So much more satisfying when youâre a little backed up, and then itâs day two and suddenly you canât wait another minute! Letâs go inside and get you cleaned up.â
Madeline felt another wave of humiliation waddling toward the house, her overloaded nappy sagging noticeably from her hips as her friend followed her. Once they were inside, Nancy went into caretaker mode. She opened Madelineâs linen closet and found an old plastic tablecloth, then spread it out on the guest bed.
âThis will serve as a changing pad. Lay yourself down so Mommy can change you,â Nancy said in an exaggerated, motherly tone.
Madeline did as instructed, slightly surprised yet amused by her friendâs roleplaying approach.
With Madeleine on her back, Nancy gently unfastened the tapes from her friendâs thoroughly used diaper and pulled the front of it down, revealing the contents within. Madeline felt terribly exposed as a slight breeze of cool air descended on her, and she blushed again. It was a surreal, humbling position, yet Nancy remained unfazed and steadfast, acting as if it were the most normal thing in the world. âLegs up, sweetheart! Weâre going to get babygirl all cleaned up,â she said.
Madeline was so embarrassed, yet so calmed too, by Nancyâs maternal demeanor that she felt a new kind of safety and security. And love.
Madeline didnât want to watch, so she stared at the ceiling as Nancy continued working. Minutes later the used diaper had been removed and disposed of, Madeline was thoroughly clean, and Nancy was sprinkling baby powder over her lower body. Soon a fresh diaper had been taped into place. âNow. You should be good for a few hours. Ready to start the whole process again?â Nancy said.
âThanks, Nance. Youâre so good to me.â
âOf course! Just one more thing,â Nancy said. She reached into her purse and pulled out a colorful little bundle of plastic.
It was a diaper coverâa pair of plastic pants featuring a babyish print of ponies and bunnies festooned with little pink ribbons and bows. âArenât these cute? They go over your diaper,â Nancy said. âTheyâre nice and thick, and they fit so snugly that your diaper wonât sag as much. They also add to the crinkles and the little feeling.â Madeline shivered with delight as Nancy pulled the plastic pants up to her navel. It was another layer, literally, of tactile awakening. And noisy. Again with the auditory stimuli!
âCheck it out,â Nancy said, pulling up her shirt to reveal a similar diaper cover peeking over her waistband. âI ordered two and figured Iâd give you one. Thatâs actually why I came over today. I was going to confess to you how much I love diapers. But then I saw you squatting, and well, now I donât have to!âïżŒ
âHa! I was wondering if you had a diaper on,â Madeline said.
âAlways. Iâm basically 24/7 now,â Nancy said. âIâve also been buying a bunch of cute adult baby clothes. Itâs even more exciting to dress up like a baby and get into the little head space when youâre diapered. Maybe tomorrow you can come over, and we can be baby girls and have a daylong play date! Weâre the same size, and I have a ton of precious little outfits you can wear. Little-girl toys and activities too.â
âOoh, that sounds like fun,â Madeline said. With that, she got up and looked at her reflection in the mirror. She was delighted by the look and feel of the babyish plastic pants.
âAdorable,â Nancy said, planting a quick kiss on Madelineâs forehead. âJust adorable!â
Madeline realized she had entered into a new era in her life. It was unusual and a tad confusing, but she was looking forward to more diaper adventures with her friend.
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