Q - Quality over Quantity
The diaper pack I just stole from the chemist’s was definitely too big and, reluctantly, I decided to abandon most of it only to take some. Once the wrapping was torn off, I grabbed four diapers. When I actually had them in hands, I knew everything would be different. It seemed to be 10 times the size of my little Pampers. A clear white « L » in a violet circle pointed out a slight overcompensation sizewise. Another noteworthy information : 8 drops out of 10 gave an idea of the absorption capacity. The four Chosen Ones fitted perfectly in the central compartment of my back pack. I closed it and hid the rest of my plunder between two cloth bins a little bit further. It was time to come home.
When the bus arrived I wanted to take my bus card… obviously held in the little inside pocket of my bag. I did my best to catch it without exposing too much of my ABDL kit. In vain… The diapers were so purple, so imposing, so noisy that even if the driver were blind* he would have noticed them. I walked towards the far end, my face as red as a beet, dragging behind me my fallen self-esteem.
When I arrived at home, I ran to my room. With gentle, almost ceremonious moves, I put the lot of new diapers among the others in the suitcase under my bed. It was still early, I could not possibly try them so soon. I wanted to wear it all night long. I wanted to nestle myself in it like a cat in its basket. I wanted to finally feel the sensation those diapers girls were writing so much about.
When the household eventually went to bed, time had come. I lit the night light and pulled the suitcase from under the bed. I took one of those enormous diapers and opened it on my bed. As soon as I leant on, the thickness and surface it covered revolutionised my world. I fastened the two down tabs. No doubt it was too large for me, but that detail could not possibly spoil my moment. I pulled a bit on the backside and fastened the two last straps. It was divine. The diaper reached up to my bottom ribs, softly wrapping the skin from my hips to my waist. I laid on my side, in heaven. The overabundance of material between my inner thighs was a bit uncomfortable. A lower size diaper would fit me better. It did not matter. I was savouring that one.
In the hurry of going into my room, I forgot in the kitchen the large glass of water I had prepared. I mechanically put my pyjama pants on. Looking into the mirror, I saw the huge bottom that the diaper made me. It was reckless to go like this : had I met my mother or my sister, it would have made them twitch. I pricked up my ears. No sounds. I carefully opened the door dressed as I was. No way I was taking off so soon that object of happiness.
I hurried to cross the living room over to reach the kitchen. The rubbing sounds of the diaper put all my senses on alert. My heart was beating hard. To my own surprise, it was not out of fear, it was out of excitement. I seized the glass of water on the edge of the sink and turned around. Once the door of my room closed, I quickly put the glass on my bedside table, I sent my pyjama pants to the floor, laid down on my bed and groped with two hands the diaper. The thickness made a buffer that toned the sensations down. I groped even harder. The frustration intensified my pleasure. I was in trance. I kneeled, pulling on my diaper for it to rub my intimate parts. I was panting, my cheeks blushing. I ended up hopping over the headboard. The weight of my body worked in my favour. I now felt the whole of that wooden bar against my crotch. A few minutes later, I reached the ultimate pleasure.
I sat on the edge of my bed, trying to get a grip on myself. I soon came to my senses again. What is a diaper made for already ? With a sly smile, I let myself go. The warmth surrounded parts of my body that were still sensitive. It was perfect. I drank bottom up my glass of water and slipped under my sheet. Within 10 minutes I was asleep, filled with an inner peace that I had never felt before. My bladder woke me up in the middle of the night. I peed one more time, not even thinking about a possible leak, and I went back to sleep, happy.
It was some oversized Molicare Super +. After checking, they absorbed 3300 ml. Yeah. Any ABDL person would consider them as poor today. Despite all this, I never felt sensations like those again. I know of course better diapers, I experienced some very satisfying things, however I never went back to that state of discovery, redeemed frustrations and fulfilment like this night.
Next morning lie in was interrupted by my mother knocking on my door.
“Daisy, do not forget that your father is coming for you this afternoon. You should start packing !”
We ended the summer holiday with a couple of weeks at my father’s. He had been dating a girl for about a year, but they did not live together. When we used to stay a rather long time at his place, he sometimes left us with money to order some pizzas and was going to her flat. My sister still had to go to the activity centre for a week. Therefore chances were rather high that I could spend a whole day home alone.
At the very bottom of my bag, the second Molicaire was waiting for me. I knew it was a rare resource, but I was okay with it. Since then, I have always preferred quality over quantity.
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* Situation not desired at all.