girl who is very intrigued at the idea of diapers but still gets a little nervous/uneasy when she thinks about actually using them. maybe she's into wetting but is scared to bridge the line between that and diapers use, or maybe she hasn't ventured into any of it.
but either way, she ends up buying them. tells herself it's just to try wearing them, not to use. she plans to spend her night off watching movies on the couch, and decides to put one on. seems like a good enough time; there's no one around to see it bunch up or hear the crinkling. and she's home, so she can take it off as soon as she starts feeling weird about it.
and when she goes to change into it, she has to make a conscious effort to ignore how wet she is already.
it's embarrassing how comforting she finds the padding. she has to sit there for a moment just to process it. it's so soft, and so much more comfortable than the panties she usually wears.
she shakes off her thoughts and goes back to the couch, settling in with a snack and a drink. maybe some wine? starts sipping on it as the movie begins. the diaper fades to the back of her mind as she fades into tipsy, relaxed bliss.
but an hour or so later, she feels her bladder start to fill. the little twitch takes her mind off the show, even though it isn't that bad yet. the frustration at having to pause the movie and get up is at the forefront of her mind. the couch is just so comfy, and she's warm, and the bathroom is so far away-
and without thinking about it, she finds herself shifting her position on the couch a little bit. adjusting her hips and back so she's sitting up straighter. her eyes dart around the room, a little shy despite being alone in the house, and then lock onto the screen. taking a deep breath in, she begins to let go.
just a little. a few drops, if that. the gasp she lets out at the feeling is obscene and far closer to a whine than she'd like to admit. her hands clench on the blanket as she begins to relax her bladder even more, allowing a larger spurt to escape. and god, it feels good. the relief, even to her half-full bladder, is sweet and perfect and motivation enough to keep going.
with a sigh, she relaxes her body and lets go. her head falls back against the couch as her stream starts, tentative but soon strong. the movie is long-since forgotten; the only thought in her mind is "i'm peeing, i'm peeing, i'm peeing." the relief is amazing, and the feeling of getting it while sitting in her living room is so weird. but to her surprise, she doesn't hate it.
(understatement of the year.)
her body collapses down onto the couch as she finishes going, completely blissed out and riding out the high. the feeling of the warmth in the diaper is addictive, and she can't bring herself to get up and change, even though she knows she should. she just lays down on the couch, mentally calculating if the diaper can hold more (for when she needs to go again).
