M - Mine

1. I was taller and taller

2. I weighted much more than 19 kg /40 pounds.

Here were two facts that were more and more difficult for my little Pampers to accept.

When I wore them at night, because my movements were limited the diapers held more or less themselves. Consequences when they came off were minimal anyway. The risk was much higher when it was about spending a day at school. I caught adhesive tape on my desk and wrapped my waist with it. Good point : it was well fixed. Bad point : it was well fixed. Too well. Taking it off only for a pee break was not an option. I buried a pair of scissors and a plastic bag in the bottom of my overcoat’s pocket in case of an emergency.

After several years of usage, their absorbance had no more secret for me. They indeed tended to be overwhelmed when the flood was too important. However, from little pee to little pee their capacity could last several hours. Their breaking point was always a bit hard to tell, but with a bit of caution, the experience could last a whole morning. Afterall, it was my birthday, wasn’t it ?

Yes, it was. And I was over the moon. I put on woollen tights together with a rather loose dress. It was a 20-minute bus ride to go to high school. As usual, I met my friends there. As usual, it was crowded.

- Look, here comes Daisy !

- Happy birthday, Daisy !

- Get your fat ass up, J. The birthday girl should be able to sit for once!

Grumbling J. yielded me his seat. They could not know that this was surely the best of gifts. When I sat, the diaper encased my bottom, creating a luminous smile on my face. Joltings of the road compressed it repetitively. Delightful ! Isn’t ABDL nothing but a succession of simple pleasures ?

During the morning classes, I softly and regularly let my bladder go. The diaper was perfectly playing its part. The warmth sensation was certainly minimal, still it existed. I was exulting everytime. Staying focused on what the professor said became more and more challenging. I was prancing around. I was overexcited.

A few hugs and kisses and the embarrassing song at lunch put aside, it was a day just like another. Before going to the afternoon classes, I slipped away to the loos to cut the adhesive band off the Pampers, put the diaper in the plastic bag and threw it all in the big bin beside the sinks. Its absence immediately made itself felt, but I accumulated enough good mood for the rest of the day, if not for the week.

How to mitigate the growing constraints of a diaper utterly too small for me? Perhaps counting on rather short outings should do. Every other Saturday mornings my schedule would be limited to 2 hours of sport class from 10 a.m. to midday. I could come already “dressed up”, avoiding at the same time that always unpleasant moment in the changing room. The diaper would come off before 1 p.m. with, bonus part, a ready-made pretext to take a shower. That’s what I call a diaper girl bingo.

My plan had to wait about a month before being put into action, the alternance between weeks A and weeks B plus the carnival holiday having not worked in my favour. I grinned and bore it. We were about to begin a basket cycle. It could be a good start. Lots of running and jumping, therefore lots of rubbing. I would remember the afternoon I spent at the play park. All the sensations associated with movements were phenomenal. If everything went the way it was supposed to, the next year I would be able to choose the ice skating cycle. That would be a treat !

The greatly expected Saturday finally came. I used the adhesive-tape-around-the-waist technique again, even if comfort was not up to par. The bus ride, the small pee during the warm-up, shake-ups during matches ; I found bracing enjoyments back. 

This little victory made me more and more reckless. In addition to doing it again every two weeks, I ended up tempting fate. I eventually stopped putting knickers on top of the diaper, trusting my fixing method. Also, the arrival of warm weather would make wearing a jacket optional. On the Saturday morning bus, I took my hoodie off so as to be left only wearing a T-shirt. I mechanically pulled it down and felt that the diaper was not far from the top of my tracksuit. The latter would be tied on the hips thanks to a lace that runned inside the cloth.

“Be careful, Daisy! You should make sure that this tracksuit is fastened high on your waist to avoid the diaper being visible !”

That is what I should have said to myself.

“Psst, Daisy ! How about you let the diaper stick a tiny bit out next time on the bus ?”

That is what I told myself.

Teenagehood is a tireless research to define boundaries.

I was ostensibly seeking mine.