K - KGB (the return)

D day finally came. I thought about it every day, several times a day since the invitation was given to me. This morning was particularly bright. Thanks to the large window facing the garden, my bedroom was very luminous. The thick rug that covered the floor was bathed by that generous spring sunlight. This would be an ideal baby-changing table. When I kneeled down to open the diaper, my naked skin met the warm fabric. It was a terrific prelude. I laid on my back, knees up, the Pampers diaper fixed below me. Some seconds passed before I intended to close it, well settled in this soothing position. I eventually folded the front part, slightly moved it, took off the right adhesive, pressed it with the palm of my hand doing to and fro movements, took off the left adhesive, pulled on the diaper, pressed the fastener against my hip. Then I laid back again on the carpet groping my croutch. It was the first time I would put a diaper on during the daytime. This new experience had a taste of paradise.

Once standing up again, putting knickers on seemed natural. I thought it would help to flatten the forms of my ABDL under-underwear. Tights and a skirt added up. I started palpating the diaper through my clothes. The hand felt an unusual thickness. For all that, if a friend in the turbulence of the games came to touch that part, she probably would not pay attention to that detail. The inside feeling, however, was spectacular.

I jumped. Somebody just knocked on the door. 

- Daisy, don’t forget to take the gift with you !

A mechanical “okaaaaay” came out my mouth.
Hearing the sounds of my mother’s footsteps drawing away, I resumed what I was doing.

My hair was neatly tied up with a dazzling yellow scrunchie. My bag was on my back. My hand was holding down the handle of the half-opened door. I had to go. I had learnt how to walk a long time ago. I mastered quite well the inspiration-expiration alternating on a daily basis. The full conscience of being about to go out with a diaper called all this knowledge into question. Such as a baby giraffe setting forth its first steps, I finally stepped out of my room and joined my mother who was waiting for me in the car.
A little nervous laugh hung up in my throat when I sat on the passenger side. The pressure of the diaper on my bum surprised and delighted me. Every feeling vas spiced up by the taste of the braved interdiction. The day promised to be a jolly one.

We arrived in front of the building in which I was expected. I met my friend there and the other members of the group who came to celebrate her birthday. My enthusiasm was at its highest. The chimpanzee mascot made us sit at the large table that was booked for us. Once the welcoming speech was done and the traditional song was sang, we were freed towards the play structures at our entire disposal. I had the choice between following some children in the inflatable castle or others in the 3-floor labyrinth. Because I had noticed the slide in the latter, I rushed at it.
Inside prevailed the chaos of the joyful scrum, the smell of the plastic mixed with socks one and the natural energy of little Daisy multiplied by the thickness of the diaper wrapping its bottom. The slightest bump and the smallest unbalance were pretexts to fall on my butt with a burst of laughter. We eventually arrived at the slide. I let my four friends go so my excitement could build up. The last one disappeared in the colorful tube. It was my turn. I grasped the barre up so I could give myself the biggest momentum possible. 

Inspiration
Quick flight
Landing
Boum
SSSSSHHHHLLLLLUUUUUFFFFF
Yeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaahhh !!!

The sliding propulsed me in the middle of my friends who were waiting for me on a thick landing carpet. I laughed -so- hard. I had nothing else in mind other than doing it again im-me-dia-te-ly. Each and every ABDL of this world should at least once in his/her life being allowed to go on a slide with a diaper on. The pressure, the friction, the speed ; it was ecstasy !
Again and again, this afternoon was one of the most active in my life. My only breaks consisted in running to the table to drink a big glass of water before and getting back to it.

Of course, at some point my bladder notified me that I had to release it. Of course, I thought about accepting its request right there, in the middle of the moving world that would be unconscious of my little pleasure. Of course, there would be leaking and it would have ruined the day. So I played it safe and went to the loos. The adhesive had a hard time sticking back again, but with the knickers and the tights, the diaper was rather well held. I went back doing rolls in the inflatable castle.

- I assume your daughter had fun, confided my mother's friend to mine.

The large smile on my face did not contradict the remark. I was still under adrenaline on the ride back, so I was prancing about on the passenger seat which accentuated the sensations of the diaper. Not so talkative in normal times, there I became a chatterbox. My mother seemed pleasantly surprised by it. 

I put a diaper on again on the very same night. Laying in my bed, I thought about my school weekly schedule. Thursdays were long and boring days. There was a way to change this… I was about to reconsider my double agent position at the KGB.