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"These Will Help Me" Part 2
🕑 Added 2018-08-28 20:56:12 +0000 UTC
“Oh wow this thing is wet.” Charlotte said to herself as she pulled up her leggings. Her diaper was way more soaked than she had anticipated it to be, and actually hit the bottom of it was she hoisted her legging’s waistband up. Her face grew into a dark crimson from the embarrassment of being so far off on the current state of her diaper. Things had started to reach a point of no return for Charlotte. Ever since the day of the first accident, her incontinence had started to move at a much faster pace than she’d anticipated. She had almost no warning at BEST. If she was trying to focus on her bladder, she’d have about 5-10 seconds to start making to the bathroom before she was pissing herself, no matter what the state of her diaper. If it was dry, or literally about to leak, it didn’t matter. If her mind was preoccupied with something though, which it normally was, she would usually just start wetting herself without the slightest warning. Sometimes she wouldn’t even know what was happening until her diaper was just warming around her. She’d go to take a bite of a grilled cheese, only to suddenly feel warm pee dribbling into her diaper. “I’m still… in control though!” She’d say hopefully to herself, although deep down she knew she was kidding herself.
Her diaper usage was 24/7 now. Bedwetting had started to become a problem a few months ago. A few wet nights here and there became at least three times a week. That slowly became a few dry nights here and there, to waking up every morning in a thoroughly soaked diaper. She was spiraling out of control into a life of diapers, and she knew she had to act now. “God dammit!” She exclaimed one day, wet crescent stains had started to appear around her crotch suddenly to indicated she was leaking. “That’s the second leaky diaper today.” She said in a huff. She felt tears start to creep up toward her eyes, but shut her eyelids tight to fight it off. “Not a baby. Not a baby.” She thought to herself, but her warm wet diaper was telling her otherwise.
“Today is the day” She said to herself in the mirror one morning. A wet diaper clad college student stared back, but she looked confident with her hands around her hips. “I’m going to…” it pained her to say, “… Re-potty train!” She said, puffing out her chest slightly. She really wanted to get back to just using the toilet. It was a long way to go, but she knew it wasn’t impossible. She’d scheduled alerts on her phone to tell her to try and use the bathroom and to check her diaper to see if she’d gone.
The TV was on behind her like it always was when she first woke up. “That’s all we have today, see you for the 5 p.m. news tonight...” The anchorman said. The TV paused for a moment, then came back to life with, “These new goodnights will make sure that your loved one is snuggled up tight all well at night, and during the day for those simple accidents.” Charlotte’s head swiveled around to get a look at the TV. The diaper commercial boomed throughout the room. “We all have accidents, and it’s okay to take our time.” The commercial said, it echoed into Charlotte’s skull. Subconsciously her bladder let go from the childish pictures of diapers on the screen. Charlotte didn’t even have the slightest clue her night time diaper was warming again around her. She just kind of stared off into space as the commercial sort of put her in a trance. It was just a regular commercial, but the childish talk hit Charlotte hard for some reason.
*Ring Ring* Charlotte’s phone rang out from the bed side. “Huh?” She said, shaking her head back to Earth. She slightly registered that her diaper had gotten heavier, but kind of didn’t care us much as she did a few moments ago when she’d exclaimed her potty training. It honestly wasn’t that new of a feeling for her. A heavier diaper was the complete norm now. She’d been diapered 24/7 for over a year now after all. “Hello?” Charlotte said after swiping to answer the phone.
“Yeah, hey, it’s Christie.” Her friend said on the other end.
“Oh hey.. what’s up..” Charlotte said a little slower than normal, the Teletubbies intro had started playing on the screen. It was the typical program for 10 in the morning. Maybe it was the fact her mind wanted a break from all the wondering about her diapered state, maybe it was all the work she had to get done, or maybe it was because deep down she wanted this, but for whatever reason, she was transfixed by the show.
“Yeah I just um, wanted to call you. Look I’ll just get right to it, we think something is up with you. Me and Cassidy that is. We’ve seen your… well.. we’ve seen your… We’ve seen your diapers. I know you wanted that secret but… it’s weird, Charlotte. What’s up? You said this was only for a short amount of time.” Christie said with concern in her voice.
“Oh… Yeah… *Grunt*… sorry I’ve just *Grunt* had a lot on my mind” Charlotte said, beginning to push a warm mushy mass into the back of her diaper. Messing had become sort of a norm over the past few months. Untapping and retapping was just too much, so going number 2 in her diaper was just the easier option.
“Sigh” Cassidy said with a pause, “This is what I’m talking about, Char. You just use your diapers for no reason! I can literally hear you shitting yourself!” She said almost in anger. “Come on, why are you-“ Charlotte hit the red circle to end the call.
“Fuck it.” She said, throwing the phone back onto the bed. The stick warm mess settled with muffled *thud* into her diaper. Her legs bent and sent her jumping onto her bed. Her eyes just stared glazed over at the warm bright colors dancing around the screen. “Dis… is for da bes’…” She said, with a thumb in her mouth. She let her mind wander as she finally accepted her self-inflicted diapered fate.
Comments
Something always cute about girls that are inked up wearing really childish diapers. That juxtaposition is more amusing than anything else.
