NB. Hi guys, sorry it's been a while. But a story has been on my mind so here it is.
It outright steals a couple of scenes from a 40 minute untranslated Japanese video called "Spoiled", that served as a catalyst for the rest of the story.
I hope you enjoy!


ONE RAINY MONDAY
It was Monday.
It was raining.

Two events usually derided by all, including by Lucy. Except when they occurred together.

Monday: The day her mother took her sister to gymnastics practice, giving her precious hours at the home alone.

Rain: Lucy's walk home from school would be filled with puddles to kick, splash and jump in.

Granted, mucking around in puddles wasn't really seen as something girls her age in high school should do. But she was willing to put up with the occasional teasing for it. Lucy just liked being wet.

In more ways than one.

Lucy could feel the pressure in her bladder building. She looked around. No one. She looked down at her already dripping thigh highs and school skirt. She let go.
The first warm spurt wet and then soaked into her still dry panties. An ingrained reflex cut the stream off, so Lucy exhaled and focused on keeping the flow going. The warm wetness flowed around her crotch, then ran down her left thigh in a meandering line. Her underwear now saturated, she felt her control give in and a flood of pee splattered on to the ground, the sound being lost to the raindrops all around.

Every second felt like a minute as she silently hoped no one would find her, stood stock still in the rain wetting herself without shame or reason.
As the flow abated she exhaled a long, quivering breath she didn't even know she was holding.

Rainy Mondays were the best.

After a brief moment to compose herself, Lucy skipped merrily on her way back home; warm, wet panties clinging to her, in spite of the chill breeze.

"Why can't I just live in a world" Lucy thought, jumping with both feet into a series of puddles like a pogo  stick "where wetting yourself was a perfectly normal thing to do. It'd be so nice"
Lucy had barely finished her thought when the world slipped out from under her, and she felt herself falling backwards into the ground.
 For a split second, she felt like she would be submerged as the rain water splashed around her.
A split second later, she was lying backwards on the ground cold, drenched and dazed.

The rest of her walk home was much less entertaining, as Lucy, feeling very sorry for herself wasn't in the mood to keep jumping in puddles. 
She got home, put her uniform on to dry, and crawled into bed feeling very sorry for herself indeed.

TUESDAY
The next morning, Lucy awoke to the sound of her mother’s voice calling her from the kitchen. After getting dressed and ready for the morning, she peered around her bedroom door into the dining room where her sister normally had breakfast. She could already hear the soft, but persistent tone of her mother’s voice. A stolen glance confirmed her suspicions. From the door frame she could see the back of her sister, Amy, in her blue floral pyjamas, long brown hair hanging to her shoulders, and a large, dark wet patch around her PJ bottoms.

Undoubtedly, her mother would be lecturing her sister for wetting the bed again. It happened about once a week, and her mother would always make her sister stand in the dining room and lecture her every time she did.
Lucy wasn't sure what it was meant to achieve, but she was in no mood to listen to it. She snuck through the hallway, into the kitchen, grabbed a couple of slices of toast, and yelled a goodbye as she left for school by the back door.

Lucy did note that her mother was being unusually soft voiced about it this morning, however, she thought little more of it as she made her way to school.

Lucy sat in class, bored, head slumped in her hand.
She had only two close friends in her class. Beth and Liz, who sat either side of her, but it was almost impossible to get away with talking to either of them, being sat only two rows from the front.
So the teacher droned on and Lucy tried to pay just enough attention to not get called on, but focused most of her attention on people watching.

Her current target for random scrutiny was the blonde-haired girl sat diagonally across from her. She'd been twitching and shuffling in her seat for the last 5 (and a half) minutes, and Lucy was mentally betting whether she'd last until the teachers input ended or not.

Sure enough, the blonde haired girls hand shot up seconds later, and Lucy  smugly called her own mental bet won. However, rather than the request to go to the bathroom, the blonde girl instead asked about the sum written on the board.
"Ah!" The teacher exclaimed "Great question..."
Lucy raised an eyebrow. Surely...
Then she heard the tell tale splatter of pee spurting on plastic. A growing wet patch travelled up the blonde girls skirt as she sat upright and attentive. Lucy only wished she could see the look on her face.

"Hey! Hey! Beth, look over-" Lucy started to whisper, but she got nudged and hushed by her friend.
"But-" Lucy protested
"Shhh" Beth insisted.
Then, a call of "Right" echoed over the classroom as the teacher spun around "Who can show the class how to solve this then?"
The brief moment on panic that phrase induced in Lucy passed almost instantly as the person the teacher was from the back of the class.
Lucy vaguely recognised her, Tina. A girl know for short, purple hair, even shorter skirts, but vaguely capable in class.
Tina took the whiteboard pen from the teacher, and reached upward to begin writing the answer, Lucy could see a hint of her white, Lacy panties. 
"Just how short IS that skirt?" Lucy muttered to herself.
But as Lucy watched Tina write out more of the equation, she saw the seat of Tina's panties sag little by little, until a round firm, mass poked out from under her skirt.

Lucy gawked wide eyed and open mouthed. Tina had just pooped herself! In front of everyone.

Tina handed the pen back to the teacher nonchalantly, and walked past the rows of desks and chairs. Lucy could smell the unmistakable smell as she walked past, returned to her seat and, without a moment of hesitation sat down. 

Lucy just stared, before whipping her head around and grabbing Liz by the arm 
"Liz, Liz, did you see that?"
"What" Liz whispered back
"Tina just pooped herself!" Lucy exclaimed as quietly as she could make herself
"Yeah, so?" replied Liz, disinterested.
"Lucy!" Came the call of the teacher "Would you care to explain to the rest of the class what is so important it must be conversed about during lesson time?"
"Sir! I was just going to say Tina pooped her panties!" is what Lucy intended to say. However, what she ended up saying was slightly more jumbled
"Sir! Going to poop panties!"
Lucy went flush as she first registered what she'd said to her teacher, then as it dawned on her she'd in fact said it in front of her whole class.
The teacher however, seemed entirely un phased.
"Hmm?  It's unlike you to be concerned about that sort of thing Lucy. However, saves the janitor some work. You're excused to the nurses office for a change, If you'll excuse the pun."

Lucy didn't dare look at anyone as she slowly turned, exited the classroom, and closed the door behind her, before burying her face in her hands
"Oh god whyyyyy. This is all obviously a bad dream. Maybe I got a concussion yesterday?" She moped down the hall, muttering to herself as she went "How do I know if I am? Isn't it pinch yourself?"
Lucy pinched herself hard on the arm, letting out a hiss of pain 
"Ouch. Ouch. Still here. Maybe that’s dreams I'm thinking of. Either way, this can't be real. This is madness. No one seems at all bothered that other people are soiling themselves left and right. It's almost as if..."
Before she could finish her train of thought, she found herself stood outside the nurses office. She hadn't meant to come really. She had no idea what she was even there FOR. But she'd set off without a real place to go in mind, and had automatically made her way there.
"Well, seeing as I'm already here, I might as well find out."  Lucy decided, taking the door handle "I wonder what he meant by 'for a change' anyway?"

The nurses office was relatively small. About enough room for a desk, an doctors exam table and a couple of comfy chairs. And the nurse herself, a slightly plump, but kindly looking lady who was as much a fixture of the school as some of the fixtures themselves.

"Hello dear, what can I do for you today?" the nurse asked with a warm  smile.
Lucy stuttered, she still hadn't thought about what exactly she was to say. After a brief moments thought, she figured that she had nothing to lose by being honest that she hadn't already lost today already.
"Umm, well, Mr Sanders sent me here about pooping my panties?" She almost cringed at her own words. Saying something she'd obsessed about doing, something she'd kept a deep, dark secret all her life, out loud in the nurses office felt almost sickening to do.
"Ah!" the nurse replied brightly, seemingly unconcerned about the girl in her late teen years casually talking about soiling her underwear "Good, another one who's finally seeing the sensible way of doing things" The nurse turned around and busied herself in a cupboard next to her "it's all well and good not wanting to use the bathroom, I can respect that, but there's sensible ways of doing these things, you know? Aha!" The nurse straightened her back, and Lucy strained to see what she had pulled out of the cabinet.
It was square, white, with some sort of blue line pattern. And Lucy knew what it was almost instantly.
"Come on dear, lie yourself down" the Nurse smiled, unfolding the diaper and pulling a couple of bottles off a shelf.
Lucy's heart was racing so fast she could feel it only as an overwhelming pressure in her chest. She barely pulled herself onto the medical bed, her arms weak and shaky from nerves.
This couldn't be real.
But she didn't want to question it.
Not this.
She was finally going to wear a diaper. A real, actual, real life diaper. For the first time. AND she was going to be changed into it.
Anything that let her live this blissful moment was heaven sent.
"Let me just take these off you dear" the nurse said, pulling Lucy’s bright green panties down. Then, her skirt was unclipped. Lucy couldn't remember the last time she felt this exposed
"Now lift" she instructed, as the white diaper was slid under her. A cloud of white dust followed 
"Just some powder" offered the nurse.
Finally, Lucy saw the front of the diaper being lifted over and the sides pulled tight, as the diaper was taped securely in place.
"How’s that for you dear?"
Lucy slid down and assessed. The diaper was soft, she could feel the fluffy insides as she ran her hands over the cool plastic of the outside. It was thinner than she was expecting. She knew that 'enthusiasts' sold diapers of near improbable thickness, but this was snug. It did make it difficult to entirely close her legs, she noted. As she clipped her skirt back around her hips, she was impressed by how little on its outline she could see at all.
"It's... great. Thanks" was the only genuine response she could muster that wasn't a gush about how she'd nonchalantly fufilled a dream she'd held her entire life.
"Oh, thats good dear. Just pop back in whenever you want a change. Anything else I can do for you."
"Umm" Lucy paused "How would I know if I had concussion?"
"Oh dear. Hit your head have we? Let me have a look..." 
Lucy nodded and pointed vaguely to where she'd fallen yesterday.
"No bump. Headache? Dizziness? Nausea?
"Ummm. No, come to think of it." Lucy admitted, feeling slightly childish for asking.
"Then you'll be fine dear. Now run along to class."
Just as Lucy closed the door to the office, the bell rang for Lunch. She skipped down the hall way with a cheshire grin plastered on her face.

Before making her way back to class, Lucy swung by the bathrooms. Just to make sure. 
If there was any difference, they were slightly cleaner. But certainly not disused.

She found Liz and Beth in their usual hangout, a class room that was out of the way of most of the main corridors, so was usually empty apart from the three of them.
The conspiratorial grins on Liz and Beths faces nearly sent Lucy into existential panic for Beth broke the silence with her opening request.
"Go on, show us then!"
Lucy reached for the hem of her skirt, hesitating out of uncertainty, before lifting it to reveal her pristine diaper.
"Oooh" the two girls chorused in unison. Liz poked it experimentally.
"Whats it like?"
"Softer than I was expecting" admitted Lucy "Comfy"
"Since when did you care about what happened to you panties?" continued Liz 
"Yeah" chimed in Beth "I can barely remember you using a bathroom since we've been friends"
"Oh?" Lucy said, unsure what else to respond with
"C'mon, girl. Don't be coy. You turn down bathroom breaks just so you can wet your panties."
"And stay in them" added Liz, still steadyfastly studying Lucy's diaper
"Well..." said Lucy, struggling to answer her two best friends who were apparently friends with an entirely different (but entirely beleivable) version of herself. What would a Lucy who'd spent her life freely ruining every pair of panties she'd ever owned say when accused of turning turncoat to diapers.
"I just thought I'd give them a go. The whole things a lot easier with a diaper, isn't it?" Lucy offered, weakly.
"I suppose that makes sense" Beth responded, rising from her crouched position
"It does mean I can stay in them longer too." Lucy added, hoping to sell it a bit stronger.
"Hah!" Liz shouted, jumping up and pointing "So it is true!"
"What? What?" asked a panicked Lucy
"You DO like staying in wet panties." Liz responded, folding her arms triumphantly
"But YOU said-" Lucy started
"Complete guess. But bang on the money. I mean, I suppose it wasn't a hard one. We HAVEN'T really seen you use a toilet all through high school."
"But you don't just go admitting something like that" Beth chuckled "You're not meant to like, LIKE it."
"Don't worry though Luce, your secrets safe with us." Liz tapped her nose conspiratorially "C'mon, lets go find some good lunch seats for us and our recently padded companion"
With that, Liz and Beth dashed out towards the dining hall.
"If this is a dream" Lucy muttered to herself "This is a very antagonistic dream."


The rest of the school day passed like a whirlwind. Lucy could barely concentrate on a thing. Every spare mental second was spent feeling, rubbing, relishing the dream that was finally being in a diaper. She'd always imagined that it'd be a secret operation. Waiting another year until she could afford a car, a secret trip to a pharmacy. Yet here she was, bold as brass. All the school knew and not a single one cared. 
Her attentive watching of any ass she could peek at revealed a many stained knickers, a few bulges (although those had other tell tale signns), and only a couple of other diaper wearers. Of those, she was sure one was wearing one much bulkier than her own. Further subtle investigation revealed flashes of a pastel design; so Lucy concluded that even here (if here was the right word), diapers were being made for people with particular tastes. Which was unsuprising, but a very exciting.


It wasn't until her walk home that something struck her. After a day of observing others soil themselves, she hadn't been to the bathroom since school started. The dry, breezy day; the still slightly unfamiliar bulk of her diaper. None of these things felt right, none of these were her usual indicators that she could allow herself to wet. However, if not today, when would she? 
Besides. She'd just enough confidence to try something new.
She grabbed firmly onto the brick wall she was stood next to, spread her legs ever so slightly and pushed.
At first, nothing. But Lucy was determined not to let nerves stand in the way of this oppurtunity.
"It's okay" she whispered to herself "I'm wearing a diaper. I'm wearing my diaper. My diaper is safe. It is safe to let it all go into my diaper. I can use my diaper. I will use my diaper."
The feel on the hot, thick mess pushing out the seat of her diaper instantly made her stop pushing and freeze in place. She took a moment to assess, her poop was staying exactly where it was, the diaper was still snug, there wouldn't be any mess. She exhaled. She tried again.
The floodgates opened and soon she could feel her mess spreading as it pushed against her diaper, the hot sticky feeling moving slowly outwards. No sooner had she registered this new sensation than her urge to let her bladder go overwhelmed. Unike her panties, her diaper let the warm spead of pee move slowly and quietly. She felt her thighs out of instinct but the wetness clung around her.
Experimentally, Lucy pushed in the front of her diaper, letting the bulk and warm and wet meet her skin. Her hand wandered back and tentatively applied pressure. She wasn't sure she wanted to mush it all in, but the small press let her feel her mess on her ass.
She savoured the feeling as she strolled back home, each foot step ever so slightly moving her diaper and its contents against her. Each a reminder that she, a girl in her final year of high school, had used her diaper for the first time since infancy. And she loved it.

"Don't forget to throw your wet panties in the wash Luce" Lucy heard her mother call as she opened the front door.
It wasn't a sentence she ever expected to hear from her mother, but with everything else that had happened, she took it in her stride. However, realising that she should probably talk to her mother (as strange as it was) about her current situation. She looked furtively around for sign of her sister and tip-toed towards the kitchen. She paused for a moment, mouth dry. Just because every one else was cool about her diapers, would her mother be? Before today she'd never dream of telling her own mother that she wanted to wear diapers. Never mind that she'd just shit in one. This, however was not a normal day.
Even then, Lucy didn't know how her mother would react. While she seemed entirely at home that a version of her was wetting panties all day long, what if diapers were a step too far?
So it was with some trepidation that she finally spoke up
"Um, actually" Lucy began, looking at the floor "I've worn a diaper today, if that's OK?"
"Very good Luce" her mothe said, not looking up from the bowl of potatoes she was peeling "If you decide you want some for home, you'll have to let me know if you want some more." Her mother looked up "Smells like you need a change. Get a trash bag out before you go to the bathroom to change, OK? I might need a bigger bathroom bin too..."

Lucy did not, however, change straight away. Her sister seemed oblivious to her new choice of undergarment (despite being only two years younger, Lucy did worry about her sisters observational skills), so it was well after dinner that Lucy changed herself out of her first diaper (after some fiddling with tapes and wipes), showered, put on her Pyjamas and crawled into bed.
"What a crazy day" Lucy muttered to herself "Whatever all this was, I'll be sad if its all gone in the morning.

WEDNESDAY
Lucy woke the next morning, stretched, and before she even changed into her uniform decided to peer around her bedroom door.
Sure enough their stood her sister by the doorframe of the kitchen, giant wet patch on her silk PJs (she bought them on her 16th birthday to feel more adult. The irony) and the constant flow of words that indicated one of her mothers infamous lectures was taking place.
Lucy stifled her dissapointment. All back to normal. 
"Lucy" came the chirpy tone of her mother "Let me have a look at you sleepy-head"
Lucy cursed. She'd been caught. She really didn't relish being a tool in her mothers anti-night wetting lecture. She braced herself and stepped into the doorway next to her sister.
"Oh dear oh dear" her mother tutted "just look at that"
Lucy rolled her eyes
"Have you been like that all night?" her mother asked.
Her sister didn't respond.
Her sister looked to her, concerned.
Lucy turned back to her own mother, who was also looking straight at her.
Then she realised that the question hadn't been directed at her sister at all.
"I mean, look at Jasmine here" her mom cooed. "Such a good girl. Woke up nice and wet for mommy didn't you precious?"
Her sisted beamed at the praise.
"You're so good. Mommy is so proud" She turned back to Lucy "Maybe tomorrow will be a better night, Luce. I'll keep my fingers crossed for you"
"Th-thanks mom." Lucy stuttered out
"It''s perfectly natural to have a dry night every once in a while." Mom continued in a consoling tone "Although, I never have to worry about Jasmine does. She does well, don't you? Never a dry night with you!"
Jasmine smiled and twirled her foot in circles on the floor
"Now, get ready for school both of you. I'll put breakfast on!" Her mother declared, and Lucy dashed back into her room.

While very confused about the whole fiasco, being admonished for having not wet the bed could mean only one thing. One more day in diapers!
And if today was to be the last day; she was going to make the most of it. And if it wasn't, she was going to make preperations.
As she hurried to get dressed, she found a brief moment to boot up her laptop, find a few links and place an order she'd been wanting to make for years.
Next, she threw an extra pair of panties in her bag, just in case.
With preperations complete, she ran out of her bedroom, and into the kitchen.
"What took you so long?" her mother asked "you'll be running late!"
"I forgot to do something. Took me a while" Lucy offered in way of explanation as she dashed out the door with toast in hand "See you later mom! Oh, and if you're going shopping, pick me up some diapers"
"Bye Lucy" her Mom called out as Lucy took off down the road "love you!"

The first of Lucy's delights of the day came shortly into her walk to school. Her bladder was twinging with greater and greater urgency with each step, she hadn't been to the bathroom when she woke up. Today, Lucy was going to walk all the way to school with wet panties.
She lifter her skirt slightly, and proudly let a full force stream splutter onto the ground as she felt her underwear drench with warm pee. After she was done, she let her skirt drop and skipped merrily onwards, relishing every step.

By the time she arrived at school the warm feeling had dissapated to replaced with clammy coldness. However, part two came in as the first stop was the nurses office.
She knocked and entered
"Hello!" came the greeting"Lucy wasn't it. Wanting another change?"
Lucy nodded and jumped eagerly onto the changing table
"Yes please, another diaper for me!"

The final phase on the plan happened as soon as Liz arrived at school, and Lucy was waiting for her with a bribe.
"Here!" Lucy offered
"Diet coke, my one weakness!" Liz exclaimed, cracking open the bottle, despite the early hour "what foul contract did I just sign myself up for?"
"Your silence, even from Beth." Lucy replied, solemnly
"Oooh, sounds intriguing. Evil deeds is it?"
"No" Lucy said "Just some pretty weird questions I want you to answer honestly."
Lucy kept her inquries as subtle as possible. The gist of it she got was wetting or messing yourself was normal in circumstances where it was inconvenient to go otherwise. But what constituted inconvenience varied wildly between people. It was considered polite to clean up after yourself, except in places like school, where cleaning staff would be on hand. 
No one really freaked out about it. Enjoying it was weird, but only mildly, some people would have sussed Lucy was one of them, but not a huge deal. People of all ages did it, but it was mostly a youth thing (Lucy has spent some time with youtube compilations of some favoured celebrities, and had noticed they were generally the younger ones). 
Diapers weren't uncommon, but not wide spread, generally seen as cute.  Adults using other baby stuff was unheard of (Lucy cursed at this). 

As their conversation meandered through the hall ways and into the yard outside, Liz downed the last of her coke leaning against the wire fence. Their conversation continued as Liz kept making motions to move on, but Lucy steadfastly ignored them, she was waiting to see what happened next.
Liz started twitching her leg more and more as the conversation, as she patiently but with some level of confusion answered Lucy's cryptic questions about very everday, normal things.
Only the deadly serious tone kept her responding honestly. It was that same eagerness and earnestness that kept Liz from gently suggesting the take a break or pause their conversation to deal with her ever increasing bladder pressure.
Soon, Lucy saw what she'd been hoping to see. Liz's restless leg stilled and a long trickle of pee began running down her friends leg, darkening her already dark tights.
"Oh!" exclaimed Lucy, feigning suprise "I'm sorry, you didn't want to-"
"It's chill" Liz waved her off. I'll just wanna go get changed before class starts. Nothing worse than spending a double period in already wet tights. Not that you'd care any more, eh?"
Lucy had to force herself to look her friend in the eye, not the crotch as they conversed, drinking in the sight of her utterly drenched clothes
"See, there already is something to these diapers" Lucy smiled as she let her friend lead off towards class, mostly so she could look at the wet patch on her ass as she walked into the school building.
"Maybe you're right Luce" Liz admitted, tossing her coke bottle in the trash "Maybe you're right."

Through the morning, Lucy paid careful attention to the coming and goings of the class. As far as she could tell, first period had no accidents what so ever, so by second period the tension was building. Lucy wanted to see some action.
The first accident was a full halfway through second period. Lucy had her eyes on the student downing energy drinks, and sure enough during English, a tell-tale hiss snapped her attention back their way, the first puddle of the day.
The second student of the day was shortly after, a raised hand asking to be excused to the bathroom. 
But the next thing that Lucy was looking for was panties.
The pressure in her own bowels had been building all morning. She'd stuffed a bannana down her throat between periods, eagerly preparing for the chance to mess her diaper in class. She just didn't want to be the first.
On the way into third period, Lucy finally got her sign. As the girl sat in front of her sat down, her skirt flicked upwards, revealing a large bulge in the back of her nylon panties, which got squished outwards as she sat in her chair, the end result hidden by the skirt fluttering down to a resting position.

Despite her eagerness, it took Lucy some concerted effort to recapture the feeling needed to mess her diaper. She rocked slowly from side to side, pushing as much as she dared to, incase it become obvious. Then, all at once, she felt the almighty release and relief as her mess loaded her diaper. It left her body almost instantaneously, and as she continued to rock she sat squarely ontop of it all, spreading the load as the mush got pressed between her and the seat.
There Lucy sat, near oblivious to the lesson unfolding. In a haze of sweet bliss as she drank in the joy of hot mess in a diaper for the second time in her life, and she'd done it in school. In class. She was sat in class, with a warm, wet, mushy, messy diaper. 
Today was such a good day.

Lucy stayed in this lucid haze, until she noticed a note had been slid under her pencil case (presumably from Beth, who she was seated next to). Checking for inquisitive eyes, she slowly unfolded the scrap of notebook paper, and read stonefaced.
"I know you messed that on purpose." the note read "Any chance you can get me in on the fun?"
Lucy paused for a moment and scribbled on the reverse
"I think I'm getting my own diapers tomorrow. Get to school early."
Beth nodded on receiving and reading Lucy's reply. 
Lucy smiled inwardly, wiggling in her diaper to savour the feeling. Tomorrow was going to be a lot of fun too.

Lunch passed uneventfully. She didn't mention to Beth about the note they'd exchanged. Maybe Beth had discerned there wouldn't be much talking to Lucy at all while she  was in her messy diaper. Which she stayed in until the very end of lunch. (She was very embarassed to go to the nurse, but she changed her in her usually cheery demeanour.)
By the end of the day, Lucy's new fresh diaper was soaked, and she practically had to waddle out of class, much to the amusement of Beth, who was actively stifling giggles
"You aren't planning on walking home in that, are you?" she asked between chuckles
"I was planning on doing, why?" Lucy replied nonchalantly
"It'll take your hours to walk home with that waddle, c'mon, lets take you to the nurses office."
"But-" protested Lucy
"Your butt gets you in enough trouble" Beth interjected, taking Lucy by the hand and leading her down the corridor.

The nurses office was left ajar, but there was no sign of the nurse herself.
"Weird" commented Lucy "I wonder where she could be?"
"Hmm. Now you mention it. It's not often you see her out of the office. Gone home do you think?"
"Don't think so" Lucy replied "shall we wait or?"
"Nah" said Beth, waving off Lucy's suggestion "I'll do it. Hop up" she patted the soft, plastic cover of the examinging table.
The not in Lucy's stomach came from two sources in that moment. Firstly, the uncertainty of being in and using the nurses office without any supervision. The second from being changed by her childhood friend.
"I'm not sure-" Lucy began
"C'mon ya baby" Beth taunted, already rooting through cupboards " ... and the wiped" it's not as if I've not already got all the stuff. Over in a jiffy."
Lucy solemnly nodded, and unclipped her skirt, letting it fall to the floor. She could only imagine what she looked like; long wavy hair around her shoulders; respectable brown sweater vest covering shapely, womanly breasts ... trailing down to a sodden diaper, covered by nothing and accompanied by white knee socks.
"Up you go" Beth repeated.
Lucy swung onto the table and struggled with a place to look, or put her hands, which were suddenly full of nervous energy.
Beth was gentler than she expected. Peeling back the tapes with great care, accompanying each action with little commentaries, a "there we go" or "thats the ticket" as little encouragements along the way. As she rubbed in the powder after sliding the fresh diaper, Lucy could feel the warmth and softness of her hands against her bare skin. And her smile as she taped the fresh diaper shut was pure and beaming like the sun.
Lucy could have lived in that diaper change the rest of her life.
It, however, ended. Like all things tend to do.
"Hows that Luce? Comfy and snug?"
Lucy's voice took a moment to find itself, apparently left behind somewhere in the moment.
"Y-yeah." 
"C'mon" Beth said, offering her arm to lift her upright "Let's get you up diapergirl. It's hometime."


The moment turned into a feeling, a feeling into a pleasant haze that lasted all the way to her frontdoor. One she was not awoken from until she heard her mother call
"I put your diapers in the bedroom!"
She instinctively winced at the fact her mother was shouting about her diapers, especially seeing as her sister was likely somewhere else. She reconsidered when she realised that by all accounts her sister would be used to her wetting and pooping herself on a regular basis already, and her bedwetting had turned into a point of personal pride.
It was probably fine.

The pack was an aqua blue, medical, medium and accompanied by a pack of wipes and a bottle of talcum powder
"Thanks mom!" she shouted out of her door.
"I'll get you a changing mat at the weekend!" her mom yelled back.
Safe in her room, Lucy unclipped her skirt, letting it drop to the floor. She ran her hand over it. Her diaper. The diaper the Beth changed her into. She sat back on her bed. With one her hand still running over the front smooth front of her diaper, she opened up the new pack of diapers with the other.
She unfolded the new diaper, feeling the soft, fluffy inside with her right hand as her left was rubbing the smooth sheen of her own.
Her left hand crept up to the waitband of her diaper, her knuckles running over the padding as it descended.
A knock at the door, followed by sounds of it bursting open made Lucy withdraw her hand as quick as a bolt of lightning, as Tina burst into her room
"Hi sis - Oh, sorry, where you about to change? - you don't look wet - unless - anyway, Mom told me you'd got some diapers, and I'm off to the movies with Jess and the girls, and I reaaaaallly don't want to pay the extra for cleanable seats- and I hate missing parts and-"
"Are you" Lucy asked, composing her voice "asking to borrow a diaper?"
"Please!"
Lucy reached into the pack and pulled another folded diaper and handed it to her impatiently waiting sibling.
"Thanks sis!" Tina beamed! "The girls are gonna be so jealous. Maybe I should ask mom for some diapers too. I could never hack staying in wet panties like you could. I hate mopping too much -"
"Have fun at the movie, Tina"
"Oh shit, right, better get changed - Thanks again Luce!"

Lucy waited until a while after dinner to resume the fun she started before, although she forgot to re clip her skirt when she went out into the kitchen, and her mother dismissed any attempt to go back and retrieve it once her food had been put on the table. So Lucy sat there, in just her top and diaper eating and chatting with her mother about the school day (or the mother appropriate bits anyway).

Before bed, Lucy went on a hunt for a bag that could fit diapers in as well as her school things. If she was going to diaper Beth tomorrow, it'd pay to have her own rather than explain to the nurse why she was taking diapers out of the office.
Not finding one she liked, she found a drawstring gym bag to take in addition to her school bag, and just resigned to the fact she'd have to go shopping for a goone one later.
"Already planning on staying them, am I?" Lucy smiled to herself, climbing into bed. She forewent her usual PJ bottoms, deciding the look of the day was certainly tops and diapers.
"Why would I ever want to leave?" she replied to herself, before drifting into sleep

THURSDAY
Lucy woke a few mintes before her alarm, and stretched as the early morning light filtered in through her curtains. Her shuffling rustled her diaper, and she smiled at the thought she was waking up in a diaper.
She stretched her legs and made a note of the early morning groan her bladder was giving her. As she shuffled into a sitting position at the side of her bed, still gathering the energy required to actually lift herself out of bed she looked down at her pristine white diaper and just let go.
She bit her lip as the diaper swelled and expanded; as the pristine white became tinged with yellow; as the bulge could be felt on her thighs as the plastic pushed further and further out.
After she'd finished, she placed her hand over the top, feeling the warmth and squishing it against her ever so slightly.
Just as she was doing so, she heard the sound of voices coming from the kitchen.
"Well done Tina, you're such a good girl. Look at you, my little bedwetter. Moms so proud of you. Look at how nice and wet your pyjamas are. Isn't that good?"
Lucy wandered over and opened the door a crack, which then proceeded to let out an almighty creak.
"Good morning Lucy?" her mom called out "how was your night?"
Lucy knew she couldn't go back for her PJ bottoms anymore, so proceeded to slowly open the door to reveal herself, clad in satin top and sodden, sagging diaper.
"Look mom!" Tina called "Lucys got a wet diaper"
"Come over here" her mom called softly.
So Lucy walked through the into the kitchen, next to her sister. Two girls in their late teens, stood in front of their mother appraising their wet nightwear.
"Well, it was a good try, honey" her mom said, after a moments inspection "you must've tried your best."
"What do you mean mom" Tina asked, tilting her head.
"That's a freshly wet diaper" her mom said, her voice dripping with sympathy. "You didn't go in the night did you honey"
Lucy shook her head.
Tina reached across and grabbed the front of Lucy's diaper, which almost made her stagger back
"It's warm!" Tina gasped "Mom, how did you know?"
"Mothers just know these things dear. Well. You two better get ready for school. Oh, and Lucy? A package for you on the table."

Lucy staggered into her bedroom, closing the door behind her and leaning back onto it in bewilderment, package in hand.
"Well, that made about as much sense as it did before, anyway."
After a steadying moment, Lucy took her package and manically ripped the outer coating off, to reveal a clear plastic wrapped bag of diapers adorned with pink unicorns and teddybears.
She tore open the next layer and tugged the diaper out of its package.
It was thick. At an estimate at least three times as much as the plain diapers she'd been wearing so far. She untaped her wet diaper with desperation and desire in every movement. As she lay down and pulled the new diaper up to her torso, she could feel how the padding forced her legs apart, how it enveloped her to such an extent she couldn't feel whatever surface was beneath. It nearly swamped her. She rose on unsteady feet, and nearly tore off her satin top.
Waddling over to the mirror she gazed at herself. She, a legal adult, stood bare naked, adorned in this parody of a babies diaper. Sleek, smooth skin; round, generous breasts; a pink pastel diaper that descended several clear inches from her body and a delighted grin plastered on her face.
She'd never want anything more than this. She'd fight what ever powers removed this world from her with dying breaths. THIS was everything she'd ever wanted and so, SO much more.
 
"Are those them?" Beth asked "Are you really going through with it?"
"I'm a girl of my word" Lucy smiled. "I take it you've told her too?" she added, nodding in the direction of Liz.
"Told?" Liz exclaimed "I want in! I'm not going to let you two have all the fun changing each other."
"And what if we say no?" Lucy said, winking.
"Then I shant guard the door on Beths turn, and thats that" Liz said, crossing her arms in defiance.
"Fine fine" Lucy said, mocking concesion "However, I hope you two are OK with these", at that moment, Lucy lifted her skirt, revealing her super-thick diaper adorned with pink patterns and the childish cartoons.
"oooh!" The other two chorused in unison
"Oh my god!" squealed Beth "It's so cute!"
"I'd heard of people wearing these" Liz said "But I didn't think they'd look so adorable in person. And we're going to get to try them?"
"Would I deny my two best friends anything but the best" Lucy retorted, opening her gym bag containing a half dozen of the diapers with a flourish.
"Hot damn" Liz said "You really are starting us off at the deep end."

The other end of the changing table, or school table, was an odd experience. Lucy took a few attempts to position the diaper in the right place under the girs, and the rubbing in powder was far more awkward than she anticipated. When she was done, the three girls stood there, lifting their skirts and admiring each others attire.
"It's so... soft!" Liz cooed "And... and.."
"You can feel it. You can just feel it." Beth mused "You can't forget you're wearing it, then you look down and it's just the cutest thing."
"Yeaah" agreed Liz "Yeah."
Just as Liz added that profound insight, the bell rang
"Shit" Beth said "We've gotta get to class".
And with that, the three of them ran out into the corridor, crinkling all the way.


If Lucy had any notions of keeping her diapers hidden, her two newly diapered friends had no such intentions. They delighted in feeling each others diapers, flicking their skirts up at each other, squeezing their legs and other such mischief between classes, or whenever the teacher wasnt looking.
So by break time, Lucy was fairly certain the whole class had seen their diapers. She was just waiting to find the reaction.
"And after all those wettings I can barely feel a thing!" Liz effused. "I have no idea why I didn't try these sooner. They're great!"
"Excuse me" said a tall girl, with dyed green hair, tapping Liz on the shoulder "I just wanna say I think your diapers are super cute."
"Thanks!" beamed Liz "I'm glad you think so too!"
"Are they... comfy? I've never tried them, but I always imagined they'd be... I dunno -"
"Oh, they're super comfy. You should try them. For sure." Beth said "We're trying them for the first time today, and we're already converted."
"Oh really? Cool" said the tall girl, running her hand through her hair "where'd you get them. I might try some."
"Oh, she got them." Liz said, pointing at Lucy. Ask her."
Lucy waved weakly "I got them online" she said in a quiet voice "just google Comfies ABDL. They'll come right up." Lucy then paused before adding, in an even quieter voice "but if you'd like to try some, the nurse would be happy to. They're not as cute or comfy, but they might give you an idea I guess."
"Sweet" said the green haired girl "I'll do that. Cheers guys!" and with that, she left.
The trio fielded a couple more curious commenters through third period, but by Lucys reckoning their must've been an explosion of gossip over lunch, as by the afternoon period, Lucy counted five more students in diapers that hadn't been on previous days.
She made a new game of guessing whether the rustles where from fidgets, or people feeling their new diapers under the desks. It was difficult to score, but she still had endless fun playing it.

"I think half the school might be in pink diapers next week" Beth laughed on their way out of the final class. "Pity for the guys though. Won't be most of their thing..."
"You know they do more than one design, right?" Lucy said
"They what now?" Beth asked, stopping in her tracks.
"Yeah, loads. Space, animals, boats. They cover all sorts."
"TELL ME WHERE!" Beth demanded, whipping out her phone.
By the time they exited the school yard, Liz and Beth had both ordered a case of diapers. Liz had gone for a floral pattern design. Beth had gone for skulls.
Lucy ordered herself another pack of the same, and sauntered off merrily home.

FRIDAY
Lucy awoke to dampness and coldness. She groggily sat up and tried to figure out why.
As the morning haze cleared from her mind, she remembered, after some very strange teasing from her sister the night before that utterly ridiculous or not, she wasn't going to take that sort of stick from her little sister (regardless of how grown up  they were meant to be).
So, before bed, Lucy had forgone her diaper, chugged every scrap of soda (and some booze) before brushing her teeth, proved to her sister that there was no alarm set to wake her up in the night, and gone to bed with sole intention of wetting her bed.
She felt her crotch. Cold, clammy, wet.
"Yes!" she declared to air in general, and leapt out of bed.
Her sister had, as always beaten her there, but this time, her mothers attention turned wholly on her.
"Oh Luce! Look at you! Did you wet the bed last night? Did you wet the bed like a good girl?"
Tina just stood there. Mouth agape. Face aghast.
"Oh, look at the pair of you!" her mother said in absolute delight "my pair of bedwetting girls. You make me so proud!"
Lucy could swear she actually sniffed, stifling a tear.
"Sit down the pair of you. Sit down. Let me make you a special breakfast! Where's the bacon?"

So, Lucy and Tina sat in their wet pyjama's, chatting happily with mother, who was proud as punch that they'd both wet themselves in their sleep.
"Well" Lucy thought to herself. "It's definitely nicer than what it was before.

Afterwards, Lucy changed into her giant babyprint diaper and uniform, grabbed her school bag, diaper bag and left for school in a delighted mood.



MANY MONDAYS LATER
It had been a wet spring day, but the clouds had parted just enough for the suns heat to shine through for Lucy's walk home.
She could still hear the crinkle in every step. She'd doubled up today, with mock exams she always preferred to avoid changes if at all possible to cram in some more revision time. She could just about waddle along, and it certainly made her walk home longer, but she didn't mind.
It was nice to just take the time and enjoy it, rather than foccusing on exams and results like she had to these days.

She thought back, all those months ago. That was a monday too, she thought. She was jumping in puddles. She hadn't done that in so long.
It had felt so naughty then. Wetting. Now it was just an everyday  thing. A pleasant thing. Just.. Different.

She played with the idea of puddle jumping again. It would be fun. But she really didn't want to muddy her skirt. It was full of delicate petticoat layers, and heavens knew she didn't want to wash them...
Still.
The temptation was there.

After kicking a few puddles experimentally, she looked around. No one there. 

She pulled down the zip, revealing her inflated double diaper to the world. She stuffed the skirt in her bag and proceeded to jump.
Water splashes all around with a satisfying *sploosh*. She gasped and giggles as the spray caught her cheek.
She ran, as best she could to the next one and leapt in with one foot, then bounced with the next puddle with her other.
She jumped everyway she knew how, sending water everywhere. Not caring her saw her. Not caring who knew. Not caring about the water running off the plastic front of her diaper.
Just one moment away from the world. That's all it was.


After a while, her urge satisfied, she reached into her bag to re-attire, when she caught her reflection in a puddle.
However, rather than the diapered reflection she expected, looking up at her she saw herself ut bwith dripping skirt and white lace panties. 
A her that wasn't her.
Looking down, at herself, then past herself to the her in the puddle she suddenly felt a deep melancholy. An acceptance of a fact she hadn't even realised she was questioning.
Maybe this world wasn't the best one for her after all.
It had everything she ever wanted. But what would she want next? Her career? Her life?
Maybe, for now, it was time.

With a leap into the air, two feet landed squarely on the surface on the water.
Then she fell.

And when she landed, on wet spring ground, she was wearing a skirt, damp panties, and had only one bag.
She was back.
She sighed, picked herself up, and went home.


TUESDAY
While she'd thankfully woken up dry, Lucy was taking no risks. Four pairs of panties in her bag. A whole spare outfit, and a list of excuses as long as her arm.
She would do this, but if she didn't, she was prepared.
Just as she zipped her school bag shut, she heard voices coming from the kitchen.
One voice actually
A whiny, judgmental, dissapointed voice.

Lucy opened the door a crack, and there stood Tina, being berated by her mother for the state of her bed this morning.
Lucy straightened herself up, got out her best pointing finger and marched over.
"You know what mother, I've had enough!" Lucy said
Her mother paused mid accusation and straightened up 
"One moment Lucy, I'm -"
"No" retorted Lucy "I know what you're doing, and I've had enough. I'm not spending the rest of the year listening to you bully my little sister, your daughter, for what? This?"
"If she -" her mother began to protest
"If she nothing, mother. She can't help it. Nothing we've tried works. You're guilting her over something she has no control over. How do you think that feels? Being shamed for actions you do not choose?"
"Well-"
"Well nothing, mom. I'm not saying praise her for it- just support her. Help her. If you won't, I will. A woman your age should think carefully about her action"
Lucy sensed she might be over doing it, but looked back to Tina who was looking at Lucy like a deer in the headlights.
She wasn't sure what it meant. But the fact her mother had said nothing was hopefully a good sign.
"I'm going to take her to get cleaned up. If I ever hear you doing this again, you and I are going to have a very serious mother- daughter chat."

Lucy took her by the shoulder and led her into her bedroom.
"Thanks Luce" Tina said, supressing a sniffle
"Hey, anything for my 'lil Sis. Hey, I know this is off the wall, but hear me out. Ever considered ... protection?"


A SUMMER MONDAY

The last week had been great. The great exam unwind was like a great spring uncoiling inside her. After throwing all her focus into one awful thing for so long, the week of just goofing off was a whole new level of euphoria.
The bright summer sun hadn't been quite enough to disperse the remnants of the morning shower.
Lucy let her foot skim over the rough  ground, daydreaming all the ways she was going to waste her last summer before university. All the mindless timewastes and mispent time that only teenagers could enjoy.
Her absent minded kicks skimmed a small puddle, rippling the surface. Lucy peered down, gazing at her reflection in it as it distorted with each ripple.
Then a thought occured to her, she shuffled closer and stood up straight. Gazing at her full body reflect back at her.
The closer she looked, the more she saw it wasn't quite the same her looking back.
She smiled.
"A summer of fun it is then" she said to no one but herself, as she prepared to launch herself. "What a summer this is going to be!"