You could have said no at any time. You wouldn't have said you NEEDED diapers out loud, of course not. It started with an innocent text. Confessing an out-of-the-blue accident after a long, long night out with friends.
You spent so long putting the offer out of your mind. A week maybe? Two? It was hard to tell exactly how long you tried to not think about the offer.
Diapers.
The word that sat so strangely in your mind, on the tip of your tongue. Before that night, it would've been normal to talk about them! They were just something that babies and some older adults wore sometimes. Something that was only worn when you...needed them. But now...
You couldn't think of, or even say the word without a slight hesitance. It was almost tainted now with the idea that you could...
Well, you said no. And you thought about it. Even remembering what that text felt hazy, dreamlike even. But you went on afterwards, same as always.
Gosh, you didn't mind it at first. It was a casual intrusion into your everyday routines. You walked, and thought briefly in jest about how you would go about your day wearing a diaper? There was no way you could! They were probably loud, or at the very least would show through all of your pants. You would smile to yourself, and just keep going about your day.
But then the thoughts just kept coming. Why would you even need to wear one all day? You only had ONE problem, ONE night. You probably would never, ever have to feel like you needed one again. You didn't. You never did...
But the word just kept. Coming. Up. You would use the bathroom, mildly annoyed at having to take a break from a video game. Or annoyed at the smell of a public bathroom. And it would just pop back into your mind at the sight of a changing table made for babies.
Diapers. Diapers.
No, you DIDN'T need them. Nobody did. They were just helpful for adults with problems, and for babies who would grow out of them. Helpful. Just that. You would shake your head, smiling at a ridiculous thought. Of course people didn't need diapers. They were just a thing that were okay for some people to wear! They couldn't help it, for whatever reasons they had.
You got another text, a little joke about that night. You scoffed, but weirdly enough...you thought back to the first one. You'd hate to admit to your friends again that the next night out that you...you couldn't deny it. It was SO long ago, there wasn't a point in being embarrassed anymore.
You had an accident.
Of course, you could say nothing if another happened. But what if you broke one day? Forgot to tell one little fib to save your dignity? Maybe...maybe there was an easy solution. Sure, they cost a bit much but you wouldn't need too many...too many...
Diapers.
They arrived in simple packaging, pure white. You didn't think you'd want ones with childish patterns. Those weren't made for you. You just needed to keep them on standby until another night out! You'd just put on ONE before bed and...
They sat there for so long. Lives got busy, and you had to just spot them in the corner of your closet. Every day. Unused.
Your. Diapers.
Diapers didn't go bad, you thought. They could just stay there--it'd be a waste of money to throw them out. You'll eventually have more free time and get to use one. You didn't recognize the growing eagerness to just wear one. To get it over with, to use--
Use. Your. Diaper.
That same night, you'd open the package, exasperated. Unfolding JUST one, you saw it was...it was adult size, for sure. It smelled different than you thought: fresh almost. And yes, it was noisy, but not as bad as you thought. Nothing about diapers was as bad as you thought. They were just...
Diapers.
You taped yourself up, surely not a perfect job. You tried to do it standing up, but realized so quickly that laying down was easier. One, two, three...four. Simple light blue tapes mostly lined up.
It was...snug. Soft. Every movement with your legs made it rustle, but it didn't shift around. It was...it was a diaper. And you did a good job putting it on. Standing up, you caught yourself in the mirror: wearing just a shirt and your Diaper.
Your rear end definitely looked larger. The word 'fluffy' come to mind but...that wasn't quite accurate. It was poofy. Like a marshmallow or cloud. You didn't think anything of touching the rear with a palm, feeling it. Hearing it. Just the slightest give from the plastic exterior. The slight flutter in your heart, and the blush in your cheeks as you realized how long you watched yourself rub. You were...well, cute.
Cute. In your Diaper.
You turned around, having to lift up your shirt to see the front. Just pure, reflective white shined back at you. Your hand shakily moved from your rear to the front. A little...pat. Just one.
Your palm lingered there. You felt the slightest rise in your stomach, a hitch in your breath. You felt your Diaper up. And down. Exploring, questioning yet not a thought in your mind. You just looked at it, felt it, bit back a soft, whisper of a moan you let yourself say out loud.
Your Diaper.
