D - Done

The diaper had surprisingly well withstood. I felt the liquid quickly building up, but after seconds, everything had been absorbed leaving only some drops beading on my thighs. I cleaned it with toilet paper and I came back to the bedroom.
My sister was dressing. I had to find an excuse to wait until she left. The soaked diaper compressed my crotch. I took a look at my flower-patterned watch. I was about to be late.

- Do you think I can wear my birthday dress ?

- I don’t know. Ask mom.

I was pretending to fill my school bag which had been prepared the day before. I still felt the warmth all inside the diaper. Years of ABDL life never toned that bliss down.

- She says it is too smart for school, but I like it and it will soon be too small.

- I don’t know, I just told you !

Peeved, she turned to me. I was afraid she would notice the growth under my pyjama’s pants or that she would realise I was only taking off and back again the same books from my bag. I changed tack and stood by her side in front of the wardrobe. I only had walked 4 or 5 steps but the diaper was so full that pacing normally was challenging and the noise that it made was deafening. At least for me, because my sister did not notice anything.

- I think you look good in that one also. With the white belt.

I eyed her dressing with the suggested clothes putting on a face of stylist Coco Chanel would have copied. I wanted above all not to move. She ended up leaving the room. I hastily took the soggy diaper off. Could I still put it in my bag ? I folded it with care. It smelled urine, but did not seem to leak. Anyhow, I did not have anything nearby I could wrap it in without being just as suspicious and no time to search for something either. So I put it as such in the least compressed way possible.

I went to the bin at a quick pace. Summer was coming, it was a nice warm day. At the bus stop, a man waited in the sun beside the shelter. What a nightmare. No way I could throw away the diaper but turning away would have been even more phony. I pretended to wait for the bus too, hoping for a bright idea to come. Luckily, the bus arrived a few minutes later. Everyone got up. I made a “no” sign with the head to the driver who was waiting for me. I was so mortified by what those people would think of me. Finally, I could throw away the diaper. The smell that did not really bother me earlier disgusted me a little now that it cooled down. I took a whiff from my schoolbag. There was a faint residual smell but it was mostly covered by the paper one. I grabbed my bag and ran to catch up. I was already putting tricks together not to face the same problems the next time.

Issues, there would be heaps of them. For a start, I was really too tall for those diapers which made them more and more uncomfortable. The fact that you could slip in it just as a pantie did not suit me either. I saw TV advertisements that displayed the one with tapes, which already tickled my AB side. I fancied trying them, having to be laid down to put them on, distinguishing them totally from the usual panties.

Another complication would come from the too-quick diaper packs lessening. My mother made a point of it to my sister, who defended herself from abusing of it. The argument did not go very far, but if they came to suspect that someone else was using it, we would not need to squeeze in the dock.

On Wednesday, I had a dance class. I would directly go from middle school, passing in front of “our” store. I used to stop there sometimes to buy some groceries for the night or some candies or magazines with my pocket money. I did a little detour to the baby section. Drynites 4-7 years old. Flirtatious pink pack. They were now part of my daily life.

I watched around me. No one. I had never stolen anything in my life, but it was either this or I would have ended up being caught at home. I carefully opened the pack on the upper side. The sound of plastic ripping off made me start. Surely everyone heard it. I watched again around me. No one still. I took 4 diapers and I put it as fast as possible in my dance bag. I was afraid for my friends to see them and mock me, but I thought I would hide them better later. The most important thing now was to fly off. I put the pack far away back on the shelf. Guilt made me sweat. I went to the till with my sour candies and some pastas. The cashier stared at me with a snide air.

-  No worries, Love, I won’t tell your mother.

I froze.

- But don’t have too many of them. It’s no good for your teeth.

She handed me the candies over. I gave her a silly smile and I left with shaking hands and a beating heart.

That first theft enabled me to compensate for my personal consumption for a couple of weeks. When I came back to the store the diaper pack in the back was still there, untouched. I felt relieved. I took 4 more diapers I buried in my bag. That little game kept on going for months.

Then, there was a new obstacle, and not a petty one. During the summer, my sister announced that she stopped peeing in her pants so she did not need diapers anymore.

- Happy to hear it, answered my mother. You will finish that pack and we will be done with diapers.