Jessica took a deep breath, trying to catch the eyes of her deeply concerned parents, but she found herself staring at the floor, the black screen of the TV, the doorway. Anywhere but the sofa in front of her. The silence stretched from discomfort into the very specific agony only awkwardness could inflict.
Her parents sat, waiting in anticipation for their daughter's announcement, each mind racing with the infinite possibilities.
Finally, Jessica found it in herself to break the silence.
“Mom, Dad, I want to wear diapers again. Like, I want to go back into diapers properly.”
Her parents, doting as they were, looked at each other, trying to silently communicate a united position on a topic that they had never even conceived to expect.
“Honey,” her Mother finally said, “how serious about this are you?”
“Very,” Jessica said, her voice swelling with emotion, “I want it so badly, I’ll do anything to prove how much I want it. I’ll do chores to pay for diapers, I’ll do better in school, I’ll… I’ll… I’ll wet my panties right now!” 
“That won’t be necessary,” said Jessica’s Mom, almost panicked, “let’s just discuss this.”

Several years later, Jessica woke to the blare of an alarm and blearily climbed out of her princess-pink sheets, popping her over-sized pacifier back into her mouth as she did so. Her diaper, sagged against the hold of her onesie as she stood, while her hair fell about her face. After flinging her auburn locks behind her shoulders, she reached down to cup the weight of the swollen diaper in her hand, confirming its sodden state as she smushed the padding back against her skin. She grinned, her pacifier popping out of her mouth as she did so, then waddled over to the large sticker chart adorning the wall above her dresser. On it, she placed a silver star sticker before clapping her hands in delight and waddling down the stairs.

In the kitchen, she made herself a mug of tea and poured a bowl of cereal before taking a seat at the kitchen table
“Bathrooms free if you want a shower before you set off for school honey,” her Moms voice came from behind her, giving her a kiss on the cheek before busying around collecting purse and keys. Dressed in pencil skirt, blouse and jacket, Jessica expected her Mom had a meeting or some-such as she collected her handbag, keys and other necessities, “but don’t take too long, or else you’ll be late for school. Dad’s already gone to work, so make sure to lock up as you leave. Love you bye!”
“Love you too Mom!” Jessica called over the sound of a closing door, with a mouth dripping milk. As Jessica swallowed her last mouthful of cereal, her mind wandered two years back to when she first moved to her new school.

Months after she had done the same to them, it was Jessica’s parents turn to sit her down.
“So, sweetie,” Dad began cautiously. “In the last year it’s become clear how important diapers have been to to you. You’ve been working hard in your studies and well behaved, so we have no complaints, but…”
“While you’ve respected our wishes to wear only at night and weekends,” Mom continued the clearly rehearsed speech, “we just get the sense you’d like to get a bit more out of it. Wear more often.”
“Do you mean… wear to school? You said that I couldn’t even if I wanted to…”
“That’s right,” said Dad, “and that is still true. But we’d like to discuss another school. One wear it might go down better.”
“Like a special school?” Jessica asked, worried.
“No, an academy,” said Mom, picking the discussion back up, “with high academic standards, but as part of an experimental remit, one where the majority of the students wear diapers.”
Jessica’s face lit up as her Mom continued. “Not all the students will use them necessarily, it was started by a teacher who believed that bathroom breaks in key input were detrimental to learning, but who’s own daughter suffered UTI’s from being forced to hold… so they advise students to wear diapers. It’s not a-”
“I get to wear diapers every day!” Jessica exclaimed, nearly bouncing out of her seat. “Yes, yes please, what do I have to do?”
“Well, firstly your grades would need to be up to scratch, but that shouldn’t be a problem. Your father and I would like to see that standard continue. Also, we’d ask you still wear normal underwear at least one day of the weekend. Just so you’ve got some practice still. Other than that… we’ll just have to submit your application.”

The pure adrenaline, the pure excitement as she got transferred to the academy was only surpassed by the blissful two years she had since she enrolled. Jessica could say that no matter what else happened, being able to wear diapers was one aspect of school that kept her excited every day.

As she slurped the last of her tea, she went to load the breakfast bowl into the dishwasher. As she bent over, she felt a pressure in her rear end  that she paused only for a moment before pushing, letting her diaper fill with warm, mushy mess. She couldn’t help but let out the smallest moan of satisfaction as she felt the heat and mass fill and spread into her diaper. She stood back up slowly, filling the mess move and settle as her body shifted. Wiggling her hips experimentally, she felt the diaper shift, as it was held against her by her onesie. Before she knew it, her hand was reaching to the back of the diaper, pressing gently, slowly, incrementally to push the filled diaper against herself, squishing it. 
Jessica didn’t really consciously return the pacifier to her mouth, but found herself suckling on it hard as the feeling and emotions mingled into a mind-bending feeling. It never got old.
She glanced at the clock. She had time, just a bit of time. She rushed back over to the table, and lowered herself eagerly onto the chair. The feelings of softly spreading mess were intensified as the hard, flat of the chair spread the mess in her diaper in all directions. She couldn’t help but rub against the bulging front of her onesie. 
“God I love wearing diapers so fucking much” Jess whispered to herself around the nipple of her pacifier, “I love being a diaper messing baby so, so much.”
She glanced back at the clock. “Shit!” she announced, much louder. Time was disappearing fast and she knew the cleanup would not be a quick shower.

Jess arrived at her school locker in the nick of time. After the fastest clean up of her life, and a massive rush to put on her school uniform and get out of the house, she arrived at school huffing and panting.
“What took you so long?” Sandy asked, “Registrations any minute now.”
“Sorry Sandy, had a slow morning.”
“You always do on Mondays” Sandy replied, rolling her eyes and sticking her tongue out at her friend. “It seems to me your forget how long it takes you to get ready in the morning until at least Wednesday every week.”
“Har har,” Jess laughed sardonically, slinging a backpack over her shoulder. “Oh, Sandy, your shirts tucked in.”
“Yes Jess, Sandy replied sarcastically, “I, unlike you, don’t want a reprimand for an untucked shirt.”
“No, you’ve tucked it into your diaper, your waistband is poking out.” 
“Oh, whoops,” Sandy replied, untucking and then re-tucking her shirt. “Better?”
“Yeah, you’ve got it,” re-assured Jess. “I thought I was the one who was meant to be in a rush this morning.”
“Unlike some people, who wear diapers all the time, some of us only wear them because they’re part of the school uniform. I usually already have my shirt buttoned up by the time tape up. Mustn't have had it hitched all the way…”
“I do not wear diapers all the time,” Jess replied with false indignancy, “I’ll have you know I had Sunday as a panties day.”
“I do apologize, oh mature and potty-capable Jessica. Some of us can count the times we’ve sat upon porcelain in the last month with more than one hand.”
“Makes more sense than taking it off in the toilets before you walk home every day. That’s just wasteful.” Jess retorted.
“I, unlike miss diaper princess, do not particularly enjoy pissing my diapers. I’m perfectly capable of holding my bladder. Besides, the leg guards chafe.” Sandy said in return.
“Sounds like a skill issue” Jess replied with the straightest face she could. 

The two continued the back and forth, taunting in the manner that two who had worn diapers around each other long enough to be comfortable with discussing it, and friends enough long enough to mock each other about it, all the way until they reached their class for registration. It was liberating to Jess in ways she couldn’t describe. Having diapers as a fact of life meant she could just talk about and enjoy them. Even if her enjoyment was a bit unorthodox, how much could anyone mock her about it? They all wore them too.
It’d been a bit different when she had first joined. So many of her class mates were still adjusting to diapers for the first time. Seeing diapers as something very private and embarrassing, seeing their use as something to be direly avoided and even more urgently hidden. But by the time they reached the upper end of the school, a lot more people were a lot more chill. Even if the majority found themselves rarely making use of them, they all still wore them. It was often said you could tell when a girl truly became comfortable with their diapers, as they shifted their uniform from trousers to hide their diapers, to skirts to make them infinitely easier to change, should the need arise. Through the corridors Jess could still see many girls in the years below still shyly wearing trousers that did much less to hide the bulk of the diaper than they’d hope. Sandy and Jess’s attempts to get them to lighten up by lifting their skirts to flash their own diapers as the walked past freshly enrolled students earlier in the year had not been received well by the faculty, and they had been strongly advised to stop.

Through the mornings lessons, Jess found herself distracted and oddly fidgety, and she could not place at all why until well into her third lesson of the day. The chairs seemed to just not be as comfortable as she was used to.
She shifted her weight, hoping to get a better position, when it struck her.
She’d not put a diaper on this morning. She’d been in such a rush this morning, and she’d been wearing panties over the weekend, so some part of her brain must have just unthinkingly picked the wrong kind of underwear.
Jess could feel the panic. She’d just have to wait until a convenient moment to sneak out and put one on. She wanted to try to excuse herself mid lesson, but the teacher would ask for a diaper check to see if it was needed, and that was mortifying (Mr Thomas being the kind of git who would always check diapers if anyone claimed the needed changing mid lesson. So it’d have to be the end of the lesson
The teacher was droning on, and Jess realized something else. Because she’d been in panties, she hadn’t been to the toilet, not since her breakfast this morning. Her bladder control wasn’t nearly as good as it once was, and now all she could think about was needing to pee. Dammit. Now the thought had occurred to her, she couldn’t get it out of her head. Shiiiit. She could feel her leg bouncing, no use. She tried to look out the window. No use. Listen to the lesson. Less use. She needed it more and more and Mr Thomas simply wasn’t going to stop rambling. Seconds began to crawl. She gave up. She’d just have to.
 Jess raised her hand.
“Mr Thomas,” Jess said timidly, “may I be excused to the bathrooms.”
“Miss Parker, I am sure it can wait until independent work commences, you know the rules of the school.”
“It can’t, Mr Thomas. Please.”
“I find that highly unlikely, Miss Parker. However I will come and inspect your diaper once I had finished section of the input.
Jessica felt her cheeks flush. People were looking now. Lots of people. Interrupting lessons was simply not done, it was the whole point of the diapers. Yet, she couldn’t wait.
“Mr Thomas, please, I don’t want to make a mess.”
“I find it highly unlikely that you managed to get your diaper into that sort of a state by this time in a morning, Jessica. Fine, I will come and check now.”
“I’m not wearing a diaper today.” Jessica mumbled.
“Do speak up Miss Parker.”
“I SAID, I’m wearing panties. I forgot this morning and didn’t realize until now.”
“Well,” said a flustered Mr Thomas, “I do find that scenario highly unlikely. I do not see how someone can forget such a part of their uniform. I am afraid I will have to ask you to wait until independent work for you to correct your uniform infraction, for which you will be written up, and now I simply must return to teaching. You have wasted  quite enough lesson time!”
Jessica simply seethed. As if she would do this, any of this intentionally! As if it was so impossible to forget putting a diaper on. 
“Actually Mr Thomas.” Jessica said, standing from her seat, to a few gasps around the class. “Diapers are not part of the uniform explicitly. Any student who chooses to can forgo diapers on this proviso that they do not provided a repeated disruption to learning. Personally, I feel like a single occasion with a plausible explanation would get more leeway, and I will be taking it up with the headmaster shortly.” She felt herself flush with indignation, but also the sheer embarrassment of the stares she was sure she was getting. She kept her eyes focused forward in a vain attempt to keep composure. She could already feel her knees knocking together, and she could tell it wasn’t out of fear as a spasm of pain pulsed around her lower body. She could maybe make it if she ran now. Maybe. But maybe she wouldn’t, and if she was going to get in trouble for something either way, she might as well do so with control of the situation, if not her bladder.
She let go.
 “Also, she continued, voice quavering, “I think you’ll find waiting any longer to be quite impossible.” warm liquid soaked through the thin cotton of her panties and began trickling down her legs.  There was no stopping it now as it was in full torrent, so she kept talking. “Are you happy Mr Thomas!? Why wouldn’t you let me put on my diapers!” 
It would only occur to Jessica later that in fact that actually the thing she should've have yelled at the top of her lungs was "why didn't you let me go to the toilet." It was not, as she had already shouted in front of her whole class, necessary to wear the diaper. But, as she consoled herself with, one does not do their best thinking with tears streaming down their face and a puddle forming around their feet. She did not however regret the decision to go straight to the head teachers office without detouring to get herself cleaned up, as a dripping wet patch on her skirt lended a certain emotional weight to her story, one that Mr Thomas could not dispute many facts of at all, and Jessica came out feeling very vindicated by the whole thing. 

Sandy however found the whole thing hilarious. 
“C’mon, it’s a little funny,” Sandy re-iterated for the umpteenth time. “A school where everyone wears diapers and you manage to still get to be the teenage girl who pissed herself in class. And you wear diapers at home anyway! It’s hilarious!”
After a sob-story to the head teacher, a clean up involving the school nurse and a spare skirt, a meeting with Mr Thomas and a call home, Jessica had been returned to the class just in time for lunch.
“Do you think you parents will stop making you wear panties now?” Sandy asked, very enthused. “It’s obviously nothing goods coming from it.”
“Maybe,” said Jess, who would ponder that question later when she had more energy to be excited by the prospect. “God, I’m gonna be a laughing stock.”
“Weirdly, I don’t think so,” Sandy re-assured. “I mean, listening to how it’s getting re-told, you’re coming out of it weirdly OK.”
“You think?” Jess asked hopefully.
“Yeah. I mean, by 3rd period it was almost like you went up to him and were like ‘Mr Thomas! If you don’t let me go, I’m just going to piss my pants right now.’ and just bailed. Almost no one is mentioning the, y’know, crying.”
“Really, I thought since most people knew I wore diapers out of school they might…”
“Figure you did it on purpose. Eh, Mr Thomas was already a bit of a dick. So I think you’re getting bigged up to make him sound worse. Just roll with it.”
“Right.” Jessica exhaled. “I’ll tell you now though. I am not going to be doing a repeat performance. Diapers for me from now on.”
“Yeah, like it takes any convincing to get you padded. You’d bring a paci-”
“Shush! People don’t know about that!” 
“Oops” Sandy giggled.

The two continued their meander for a while, and as they chatted, Sandy couldn't help but notice that the brightness slip back out of her friends face, as she returned to the tangled knot of worry.
"What else is getting at you?" Sandy asked.
"Huh?" Jess responded, ineloquently.
"You look really torn up about it still, it's better to share than keep it all in."
Jess sighed deeply, pausing to find the words.
"It's just, and I know this sounds really stupid…"
"Go on," Sandy encouraged.
"Everyone's been so supportive! And I get why, rationally, but there's a stupid part of my brain that feels like I can't just get away with wetting myself like that. I should've been in diapers, because that's like, my thing! And I'm just weirdly hung up about it, like I'm guilty about wetting without a diaper.."
"Hmmm, no. I can see it," Sandy replied, "and I think I have an idea."
Sandy gestured for Jess to follow her, until they found a quiet corner behind the school, far from the sound of other students. Sandy sat on a low wall, knees together, and gently patted her thigh in a coke closer motion.
"What's this?" Jess asked.
"Well, i figure if you're mentally craving some punishment, maybe I can do so symbolically." Sandy answered. Then, on seeing Jess was reluctant to move, "it won't hurt, you're in diapers and I can't risk making it loud enough to be heard. Give it a go."
Still trepidacious, Jess lowered herself onto Sandy's knee. She felt her skirt being raised… then the first smack. It was mostly just a hard pat, after the inches of padding absorbed the shock. The smell of baby powder faintly filled the air as the smacks kept coming.
"Bad girl Jess," Sandy said barely above a whisper as she continued, "you know you're meant to use your diapers. Good girls wet diapers not panties."
If she was honest with herself, the feeble attempt at a smacked bottom just felt…nice. She liked having her diaper pressed against her, and this was like that. But the words, the things Sandy was saying, Jess wanted nothing more than to be a good girl FOR wearing diapers. That's all she wanted. She could almost feel a tear welling up from the overwhelming validation.
Soon Sandy ran out of things to say, and nerve to continue in their compromising position, so she helped Jess to her feet.
"So, what do you think? Better?"
"Yes, so much yes, thankyou Sandy" Jess replied, voice dripping with pure emotional relief.
"Good, I'm glad I could help-" Sandy replied, cutting herself off as she watched Jess gingerly lift the front of her skirt, revealing the diaper underneath.
Jess wasn't sure what made her do it, the emotions of the day must have completely addled her brain, but in the moment she wanted nothing more than to be a Good Girl, and she had been told exactly how to do it. Sandy watched, mouth ever so slightly agape, as Jess' diaper swelled and yellowed in front of her, as her closest friend wasn't just wetting a diaper, but showing herself doing so. She watched with fascination, as Jess stood still, eyes glazed unabashedly and unashamedly wet her diaper. She couldn't help but stare, drinking in the scene, enraptured by it, until Jess broke the spell by whispering softly to herself "I'm a good girl."
Sandy, almost automatically, almost compelled stood, getting herself close to Jess. Her hand found her way to Jess' sodden diaper, radiating heat and her lips found her way to her ear.
"Yes you are," Sandy whispered back. Then lips found lips, a hand found a wrist and Sandy pushed Jess to the wall behind them. Tongue met tongue as the two kissed passionately and intently. Hands travelled over each others body, but when Sandy pressed her leg up into Jess' diaper, squishing it against her, she couldn't help but moan.
The two continued until their bliss was broken by the end of school bell.
"Wow," Jess exhaled, her lips finally her own again.
"Yeah," Sandy responded, "that… it was, was it OK, I mean-"
"Yes, fuck yes, absolutely. We'll talk about it after school."
"Yeah," Sandy said, "we should get back to class." Jess nodded in agreement, but for a moment longer the two stayed still, holding hands, unwilling to pop this bubble of bliss.
Finally, with regret and excitement, they headed to class.
The seconds crawled but the hour passed quick. Even the diversion of flooding her diaper, normally a highlight of the afternoon, couldn't stop Jess' incessant clock watching. Every time she thought about continuing her talk with Sandy, about their kiss, it made her heart flutter like her chest was filled with bubbles. And she could scarcely bring herself to have any other thought.

Once class was over, she waited by the lockers. Her chest, already filled with bubbles, now felt those bubbles turn to panic. As is the bubble stock market had crashed and a lot of bubbles were going to be unemployed. This had knock on effects to her ability to breath consistently, stand in a human fashion and overall function. So it is not surprising that the first words out of her mouth when she saw Sandy were not the intended ones.
"You're still wearing your diaper," Jess blurted. The crinkle could be heard even over the hustle and bustle of students heading home. It wasn't wrong, it was just not what she expected to say, but to be fair, it wasn't what she expected Sandy to do either.
"Mind?" Sandy asked, gesturing for Jess to follow.
"No, not at all, I just didn't expect it. You normally don't. I mean, won't your parents ask why?"
"Eh," Sandy shrugged, "they're the ones who enrolled me here, they can deal with me wearing diapers on the way home. How do you feel about walking home together? I can detour past your place."
Jess nodded in the affirmative, and inched herself closer to Sandy, attempting to match her stride.
"I thought you said it chafed?" Jess asked. She was desperately trying to change the subject, but the questions tumbled out to fill the silence, the silence that was necessary to gather the courage to say what needed to be said.
"It used to, but you manage so I thought I'd try again. Y'know, given what happened at lunchtime. Sandy smiled at her. And Jess nearly felt her eyes pop out of her head.
"So…" words wandered, "about that at lunch time…"
"Yeah, that was a thing,"
"Are we…?"
"Do you mean are we going from bffs to gfs? I don't know. I didn't think I was into you like that, but now I'm not sure, we could see how it goes?" Sandy said, making eye contact with the branches overhanging the path far more than Jess.
"You mean try a date?" Jess asked.
"Yeah, I'd like that," Sandy smiled.
Silently, two hands found each other, nervous fingers holding nervous fingers, as the two walked synchronously.
"Crap," Jess broke the moment, "I need to run ahead.."
"Why?" Sandy asked.
"I normally mess my diaper on the walk home. You'd be walking with me for ages without a change if I did it now…"
"Eh," Sandy shrugged, "we're outside, it'll be fine."
"You sure?" asked Jess.
"Yeah, it'll be fine. I've kinda been needing to pee anyway if you want to stop for a minute. It beats holding it, and y'know, solidarity," Sandy winked.
The two meandered to a stop. Normally letting go in her diaper came naturally to Jess, but the thought they were both waiting around to do it, that she was being watched gave her pause.
Sandy it seems, went first, she closed her eyes and with a relieved sigh, stood still with her hand resting over her skirt where her diaper would be.
"Wow," Sandy exclaimed at last. "It's so much better doing it on purpose. I normally wait until I'm busting but that…"
"You still hold for it?"
"Not as much as I used to, I used to only go if I was about to burst anyway. Now it's if I anticipate holding being pointless. But this is way less stressful, and the sensations!"
"Pretty neat, huh?" Jess beamed back, "mind if I?"
"Go ahead," Sandy reassured with a gesture.
It didn't take much effort to push the waiting load into her diaper. Warmth spread as mush filled the seat of her diaper, giving it a weight it hadn't had a moment before, making itself felt. Jess instinctively gave her rear a re-assuring pat, to assess the extent of the load she'd released, then got a bit embarrassed when she remembered Sandy was watching.
Sandy's watching, when Jess turned back to her, seemed to be eagle-eyed interest.
Jess gestured for the two to keep walking, feeling the load shift and settle, rubbing against her with each step.
"So," said Sandy after a pause, "what's it like?"
"Messing?"
"Yeah," Sandy replied.
"You haven't?" Jess asked, "ever?" 
Sandy shook her head. 
"Oh my gosh, it's amazing!" Jess effused, "you know how wetting has a release right? Well it's like that but tenfold. Then, you've got feeling of it spreading that just… it's a sensation, okay. THEN then it just stays there, as like this warm, mushy feeling. And psychologically? Willingly messing your diapers. There's layers to it Sandy. So many layers."
Sandy raised an eyebrow as the two continued their walk.
"I didn't realize there was so much depth to pooping yourself. And the squish at the end?"
"Of course. An action for the discerning diaper wearer. The true connoisseurs. The pats because I like the squish." Jess grinned.
"Uh-huh," Sandy replied indulgently, "and the reason you've trained yourself to poop on the walk home?"
"So I can feel it against me as I walk… and so Mom can't make me changed immediately." There was something almost cat like in the mischievous way Jess admitted all this that endeared her greatly to Sandy.
"So, diapers. Clearly a big thing for you."
"Yeah?" Jess replied, with an implied, "you clearly already know this about me, you've known me for years and everyone knows this about me by now, nevermind my closest friend." However, any word after the affirmative was redundant, so went unsaid.
"Well, my thought was until today, I wasn't really into diapers. At all. So I still don't know how I feel about them outside of school."
"I get it," Jess replied, "you wanna take it slow with them. Ease you into my world"
"Quite the opposite, I was thinking I want you to immerse me in it fully, and see if I sink or swim. See how I do after… the third dates."
"Somebody pinch me I'm dreaming." Jess said slack jawed. "Okay! Three diaper dates it is! Let's see what we can do…"
Jess pondered for a moment, they were nearing her house. "You free tomorrow?" 
she finally broke the silence.
"To walk home again?"
"No silly, evening, date one."
"That was quick!" Sandy exclaimed, "...sure" she settled on, after a moments deliberation.
"Brilliant! It's a date!" Jess beamed, practically skipping the rest of the way down the street. Sandy thought she could see a definite bounce in her rear as she did.
"And this is your house," Sandy said, "or as close to it as I'm getting." 
The crestfallen look on Jess' face was almost enough for Sandy to recant and disavow the notion entirely, but Jess quickly turned to her, taking her other hand in hers as well and giving both a tender squeeze. 
"Okay bestie. See you in school tomorrow. Hope your parents don't give you grief about the diapers. If they do, make sure you can still get out for our date. And you can sneak a diaper out." With that, Jess winked then skipped the last of the way to her front door, not caring if her skirt flew up as she did, leaving Sandy to give a feeble "bye" before the walked the rest of her own route home.

Once through the door, Jess was greeted by the sound of her Mothers voice.
"An hour to dinner dear, make sure you're changed and cleaned up before then, plating up won't wait."
"Hope you've had a nice day too Mom," Jess responded with light-hearted sarcasm, before waddling her way upstairs, diaper sagging as she did.

After a change and lengthy shower, Jess dressed herself in a footed onesie, adorned with a pacifier clip, as had become routine. As she was about to leave her room, Jess caught herself in the mirror and smiled. Picking up her phone, she snapped a picture of herself and sent it to Sandy.

[So… rate my fit.] Read the message. She was halfway down the stairs before she received a reply.
[CUTE! I'm jealous. I'm in PJs too but a lot less exciting. I think it's some sort of unfair that I can see the shape of your underwear. It's teasing, I'm not sure mine gives me a panty line.]
Jess smiled, writing her own reply to Sandy as she wandered into the kitchen.
[Hmm, well I suppose the downside is I can't give you a waistband peak… maybe on tomorrows. Poor Sandy, no diaper for you. Maybe you should send me a pic of you… you know, to check for a panty line :P]
Jess hit send as she arrived in the kitchen, plopping onto a kitchen chair, her diaper let out a poof of powder as she did, as inches of fluff and air suddenly compressed as she settled into the chair.
"Not going for the high chair today dear?" her Mom asked, portioning out plates.
"Nah, got homework to get on with," Jess replied, eyes still on her phone.
"Right-o then," her Mom smiled. Jess briefly smiled back, before turning her phone at an angle to avoid stray eyes glancing at the screen, a useful manoeuvre that only teenagers believe to be subtle or discrete.
"Anyone fun?" Mom asked as Jess looked at her newest message- a picture of Sandy with wet hair, posing in pastel pink cotton PJs.
"Just Sandy," replied Jess truthfully, while also technically being guilty of the lie her Mom assumed as she said it, "by the way, am I alright to go to the cinema tomorrow? Sandy and I wanna catch a film."
"As long as you take a diaper bag and are home at a reasonable time, I see no problem," her Mom replied, as Jess responded to Sandy.
[Cute yourself <3 and no vpl. Unless of course there's a different reason. Btw, mom says I'm good for tomorrow.]
[Wouldn't you like to know? Fab-me too! Can't wait.]
[I explicitly would. Me neither :) ]
The two continued texting messages and other banter all through the evening, well into the time Jess was snuggled under her duvet with a pacifier. She experimented with sending another pic, but it was too dark for good lighting and she wasn't sure if the pacifier was the right call anyway.
Despite the continued bursts of excitement and anticipation, she managed to eventually drift to sleep, holding the front of her diaper and thinking of Sandy.

Jess awoke with an eager anticipation energetic nervousness to the day that had her heart racing and fingers twitching. The down side is that this level of distracted was factors worse for remembering basic steps of the morning like brushing her hair or eating breakfast before brushing her teeth, putting shoes on, or changing her diaper after her morning mess (why a diaper that has been untaped for a fraction of a second, then retaped, had such a different sensation to one that hadn't Jess didn't know, but nor did she ponder). The upshot was her frantic skittering still got her to school twenty minutes earlier than normal.

Additional downside: Sandy wasn't there yet. Jess wandered the halls by the lockers, trying to expel the nervous energy. The good thing about her diaper is it made her constant nervous peeing a lot more comfortable, without a chance of then missing Sandy when she did arrive. The down side is her ever-filled diaper was starting to swing like a pendulum with all the power-walking up and down she was doing. Not to mention her poor thighs. Said diaper was nearly filled from the other end when arms appeared wrapped themselves round from behind her.
"Hey girlfriend, watcha doing here this early?" Sandy whispered into her ear.
Jess blushed deeply. Girlfriend.
"I wanted to spend some time with you before registration started." Jess mumbled in reply. 
"Aww, that's so sweet," Sandy cooed, let me get my things away and we'll find somewhere quiet.
They found the same bit of quiet courtyard as before. Jess sat down first.
"You did get here early, that diapers massively full" Sandy commented, peeking up Jess' skirt as she sat.
"Hey!" Jess objected
"You're the one who wears mid-length skirts." Sandy retorted.
"They make changing easier than full length…this is the shortest I can get that a diaper can't sag under."
"Uh-huh, and you wonder how I saw it when you sat down." Sandy said, sitting beside her and interlocking fingers.
"It doesn't make it okay to stare!" Jess flustered.
"Not even girlfriend privileges?"
"Actually. I wanna talk about that. How public do you want to be? I mean, I'd love to walk around school holding your hand or whatever, but you said yourself that you're not fully on board with diapers, or it might not go well for other reasons…"
"And untangling ourselves from having started dating would be hard enough without having made it public first. I see your point."
"I mean, you already are bff's with the over eager diaper weirdo…"
"Oh hush, that doesn't bother me." Sandy dismissed reflexively, "and I'm not keeping it on the down low forever. We have our dates and if I'm still feeling as mad about you as I do right now, everyone can know about it."
"For real?"
"For real" Sandy affirmed, and they affirmed their decision with a kiss.

The rest of Jess' day passed as any other. Classes, changes, lunch, boredom, laughter.  But with it all carried the seed of anticipation for after school.

Home, shower, pad up, fret over outfit after outfit after outfit. Then, finally, it was time to go collect Sandy.
Jess straightened her skirt and fiddled with her plaited ponytail as she stood by the door.
Jess had never seen Sandy look like she did. Her head of bronze curls, sleek and shiny cascaded down her shoulders. Her eye was caught by spaghetti straps and above the knee pencil skirt. In short, she looked fantastic.
"Ready?" Sandy asked.
"Ready," Jess confirmed.

The cinema was quiet, unsurprising, so the pair got a fairly quiet screen to take their pick of seats from. Laden with popcorn and drinks in the largest sizes available, the two settled into reclining chairs.
"Oh this feels weird, I'm glad the cinema's quiet, I feel like I'd be flashing my diaper if anyone walked past."
"They'd have to be very short!" Jess said. She felt a little pop of excitement. Of course Sandy was meant to be padded, but she hadn't been able to confirm it. There was a certain excitement to it being said out loud. She wriggled in her own seat, making sure her diaper had good capacity, before leaning over to take a drink.
"You know, I never order the drinks," Sandy whispered over whatever trailer was playing on the pre-roll, " I'm always worried about needing the bathroom halfway through.
"Truly popcorn and soda is the purview of the diapered cinema goer." Jess reply with faux pomposity, a silly response that none the less got a smile from Sandy.
Soon, trailers gave way to the start of the movie, so conversation ceased as fingers found each other.
The movie was watchable, some comedic murder mystery which was entertaining enough, not that Jess was giving it her full attention anyway. She kept stealing glances at Sandy, glowing in the projector's light. Sandy, in return glanced back at her, meeting her eyes as they met over popcorn or soda (which, in the way of all cinema snacks, was gone by the films midpoint).
By the credits roll, Jess' diaper was precariously swollen, but just about holding about as a stretch turned into a yawn.
"What did you think?" Sandy asked.
"I liked it, you?" Jess responded.
"It was good," Sandy smiled back, beaming disproportionately to her stated enjoyment of the film.
Jess slunk off the chair, so as to avoid overly squishing her diaper as she dismounted her seat, and noted Sandy waiting to watch her do so, before imitating to do the same.
The two had a slight waddle as they left the screen, hand in hand.
"Mind if I go change first?" Jess asked as they walked into the foyer. 
"No, that's fine…" Sandy said, distracted. The she added? "I don't suppose you've got any school diapered with you?"
Jess shook her head. Then checked there was no one to overhear.
"Sorry, it's an evening. Princess pink or baby blocks. Why, need a change?"
"Yeah… the diaper was really convenient, but I didn't bring a spare."
"You can have one mine, I always have loads," Jess re-assured, but Sandy shook her head.
"My parents don't know I wore, and I'll struggle to explain any diaper in the trash, never mind one of yours…"
"You could just go commando?" Jess offered.
"Nah, I'm good. I'll just risk it, let's head out.

Their only detour for a burrito to eat on the walk home, the two talked deeply and effusively, with Jess only once falling back to admire Sandy's swollen rear. With one final, tantalizingly brief kiss before getting to Sandy's door, the date was a success.

Home, pleasantries exchanged with her mother, shower and changed, Jess finally let out a long, longing exhale as she climbed into her bed, under princess adorned sheets, popper her pacifier into her mouth and messaged Sandy.
[I had a great night, thanks for coming xxx]
She stared at her screen until the typing notification assured her Sandy wasn't making her wait for her response.
[Me too! It really was wonderful. All of it. Diapers really do add some comfort to the cinema experience, so consider me a convert there. Even if my parents totally rumbled me.]
[OMG, everything OK?]
[Yeah lol, I just said it was for the movie and they didn't seem that surprised. Maybe they were expecting it with your corrupting influence around XD]
Jess smiled through her pacifier.
[That's good, I'll have to be more prepared to keep you stealth for the next one.]
[Ooh, next one? Already planning a follow up?]
[Yeah, and I won't keep you waiting long.]

Not long turned out to be two days, but Jess spent those two days  walking on sunshine and rainbows. Jess didn't care if her mom was already suspecting things about her movie night with Sandy because of Jess' permanent ear to ear grin and blindingly bright demeanour. Every morning and lunch they'd found a quiet place to make out, and Jess had even managed to get away with rubbing her diaper against Sandy's thigh with her tongue down her throat so everything was AMAZING.

Date two started with a text as well- Thursday evening. 
[Yo, I'm outside your door. You free to come out?]
[Oh sugar, really, let me get changed and ask my Mom…]
Then, moments later, a second message from Sandy came through
[Mom asks what time we'll be back].
Then, before Jess could hit send on reply, the door flung open to a slightly flustered Sandy, with her Mother visible at the other end of the hallway.
"Sorry, just realised I was leaving you in the doorstep. Moms wants to know when we'll be back."
"Oh, um, couple of hours? 11 maybe?" Jess replied, shrugging as best she could laden with a bag slung over each shoulder.
Sandy looked back at her Mom, who gave an affirming nod, before following it up with,
"Don't forget a change, dear."
"Oooh, good thinking Mom," Sandy replied, rushing up the stairs in such a way that made her skirt billow up, giving Jess a view of her freshly taped diaper- still wearing school white, Jess noted unsurprised.
Moments later, Sandy racketed down the stairs again, before rushing briefly back up, and thundering down them a final time, again paying little heed to the skirt billowing around her.
"Ready!" Sandy declared with a grin, and the two set off side by side.
The two were bare meters away from Sandy's front door step before their fingers found each other and interlocked.
"So… Moms know you're wearing diapers out?"
"Yeah, well, she noticed I'd worn to the cinema, then noticed the next day when I came home from school still padded…. And I kinda wore to bed last night, and she clocked that. She just kinda asked if I was having problems, I said no I just wanted to try wearing them more for a bit. Try it out. She didn't look super happy, but she didn't say no, so…"
"Huh, how's that going?"
"Well, I guess I'll tell you at the end of date three. But I guess you can make a few inferences." Sandy stuck her tongue out playfully. "Speaking of dates, what's today's big surprise?"
"Stargazing. There's a hill near mine, I've grabbed some blankets and some snacks and some binoculars and I've printed out a couple of web pages… I dunno, could be fun."
"Sounds great!" Sandy enthused. "Very romantic."

By the time they lay picnic blankets, actual blankets and cushions around, Jess felt sufficiently cozy and insulated from the night air, but not nearly as cozy as the moment she felt Sandy inch closer and warmth of her body  against hers.
The sky was beautiful, the two whiled away their time pointing at particularly striking patches of sky, or commenting on clouds as they passed. The pages of stargazing information were abandoned soon after they came out, especially after Sandy pointed out that the light pollution likely made it impossible to see all the parts of the constellation.
Savoury pastries and tiny cakes went down well, with the two still staring up at the sky as they nibbled. 
Sandy flopped back down into the pile of cushions and blankets, before bolting back up and rooting round in her bag.
“What’s up, need a change already?” Jess asked.
“No, that’s not it. I brought something for you, well us.”
“Oh?” Jess asked.
“A present!” Sandy declared, holding two ribbon wrapped bundles in her hand.
With anticipation, and a non verbal cue from Sandy, Jess unwrapped one of them to find a pink pacifier inside.
“I got us matching pacifiers!” Sandy declared. “I guessed you’d probably already have a pink one, so I painted our initials on them, to personalise it. See!” On the front, in thin white paint, was indeed J+S emblazoned on it. “Is it OK?” Sandy, said.
“It’s wonderful, and so thoughtful,” Jess responded, popping it into her mouth and giving Sandy’s hand a thankful squeeze, lying back once again. “I don’t know why I didn’t think of it before, having a paci really does add to the experience.” 
Sandy followed suit, and the two resumed their silent gazing, punctuated by intermittent hand squeezes and the fidgeting of leg over entwined leg. Jess just hoped that Sandy’s knee wasn’t quite close enough to her diaper to feel it expanding and warming as she wet as surreptitiously as she could when so close to another person.
“So,” Sandy broached, “how’s this one meant to sell me on diapers.
“I dunno. Seemed comfy. I think with the amount of soda I’ve drank up here, I’d be packing up to  go to the toilet or something by now.”
“Not a bush?” Sand asked.
“That sounds worse,” Jess mumbled from around her pacifier.
“Oh it does. Nothing to do with selling me on cushy underwear on hard ground?”
“Doesn’t hurt,” admitted Jess.
“It has it’s perks. I wondered if it was something about the ability to not spoil the moment, or contrasting the warm diaper with the cold outside.”
“Nah, that’s way smarter than I was. I just thought it was cute.”
“It really is,” Sandy smiled, “I’ve had a great time.”
“I’m really glad,” Jess smiled back.
“Although, it is starting to get late and if my diaper gets more full, I’ll have a full waddle walking home.”
“Hah, same,” Jess laughed in response. Let’s pack it up.

“Thanks for the great second date,” Sandy smiled as they neared Sandy’s house. “This was a load of fun.”
“It was” Jess agreed, “Sure you don’t want to find somewhere to change your diaper before you go in? I don’t want it to be awkward with your Mom.”
“It’ll be fine, I think she’s expecting it. As long as I don’t come home messy.” Sandy teased.
Jess blushed. She’d hoped the filling the back of her diaper had gone unnoticed on the walk back, but apparently she wasn’t as subtle as she hoped.
“What gave it away?”
“Well, while the wind was on your side, you make the cutest little face as you mess. You can’t help biting your lip and your eyes go kinda vacant. It’s adorable!” Sandy said, patting Jess’ rear end. Jess’ face scrunched as the mess in her diaper squelched against her, pushing the warm mush against her, she savoured the feeling before trying to respond, but Sandy beat her to it. “Oh, you DO like it, don’t you? Why have I not been teasing you while your messy more often?”
“Because I’ve got to change when I mess at school?”
“Yeah yeah, we both know what ‘waiting for the queue to get quieter’ really means, little miss squishy pants.” Jess just blushed back at her. “Come here pamps packer, give me a goodnight kiss,” Sandy requested before leaving in.
Kissing Sandy with a full diaper somehow felt better than any other time. Even as Sandy pulled away and headed inside, Jess replayed the moment in her head over and over as she walked home. Even once she climbed into bed, after undressing, changing and slipping on her onesie, sucking on the pacifier Jess had given her, she drifted off thinking of that kiss, hand resting over her diaper.

While the thought dissipated into the bank of pleasant memories, the daze it left her in apparently continued until Sandy made her jump out of her skin the next day at school.
“Morning sunshine!” Sandy said, inches from her ear, “How are we doing this morning?”
“Good, really good, how about you?”
“Fantastic. Hey, the third date, have you got anything planned yet?”
“No, sorry, you’re going to have to give me some time on that one.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Sandy beamed, more gleeful than re-assuring, “this one’s mine.”
“Huh?” Jess asked, tilting her head.
“Well, we only said we had to do three diapered dates, nothing about you taking me on them. This one’s on me.”
“Oh, sweet!” Jess asked, internally flooded with emotion that she couldn’t possibly express. “What have you got planned?”
“That I couldn’t possible say,” Sandy said, tapping her nose knowingly. “It’s a surprise. Anyway, come with me, I need to go to the school shop for more diapers. For some reason I’m going through them faster than normal.”

Jess’ school day passed in idle wondering and daydreams about what date Sandy might be taking her on, her mind only coming back to reality during break and lunch, those moments where she could be with Sandy. It was getting increasingly difficult to resist the urge to take her hand, kiss her cheek. Show those little signs of affection they shared when they weren’t on school grounds. She hoped, she hoped beyond hope that after this date, that Sandy would say yes and they could just be a couple, together, free.
The idea of stopping now filled her with such dread… well, she wasn’t sure she could face them without double diaper, pacifier and a veritable army of teddies. And there was better ways to spend time with a double diaper, pacifier and an army of teddies.

Sandy, thankfully, did not keep her waiting too long. It was in fact not long after breakfast on Saturday that Jess’ doorbell rang, and when opened revealed Sandy, clad in summer dress and holding a wicker basket with a touch of gingham poking from its lid.
Jess was grateful that it was indeed only Sandy, as she’d forgotten she had a pacifier clipped to the T-shirt she was wearing, but she was just even more glad to see Sandy at all.
“Hi! How do you fancy a picnic lunch in the park?”
“I’d love that. Let me just text Mom I won’t be home when she get back,”
“Great, I’d maybe take the pacifier off too!”

The weather was perfect, and after a lap round the duck pond and finding a suitable place to settle, Sandy knelt by the basket and produced all manner of dainty sandwiches, scones and small cakes. 
“Wow, these look great Sandy.”
“You think? I worried it was too similar to your thing, but I love picnics and I got kind of inspired. The scones are made by me.”
“No, genuinely, this looks  great, can we start?”
“Dig in!”

“There is nothing like delicious food and sunshine,” Jess enthused. “This is great. These scones are great!”
“Thanks! I like baking when the fancy strikes.”
“You should do more, really.”
“Aww, thanks,” Sandy said, shuffling the hem of skirt so she could change seating positions without flashing her diaper. 
“Also, your outfit is adorable,” Jess added, as if her attention had co-incidentally shifted to her girlfriend outfit, rather than her attention shifted specifically to try and see a flash of diaper than Sandy had specifically tried to prevent.
“Aww, thanks! Sundress and hat felt stereotypically appropriate for the occasion. You look cute too, I’m surprised you can kind the bulge in a skirt that short.”
“Aww crap,” Jess cursed, looking to the ground despondently.
“What's up?” Sandy asked, concerned.
“I’m not padded, it’s a panties day today.”
“Don’t worry, I think as long as I’m padded it still counts.”
“... I also just realised I kinda need to pee.”
“Well, I suppose that shows the advantage of diapers… although I don’t mind if you just go in your panties.” Sandy said, almost flippantly.
“You don’t?” Jess confirmed, wide-eyed.
“Sure, it’s a warm day, just try not to get it on the blanket. I'll even wet too if it makes you feel better."
Jess shuffled back onto the grass, hitching her skirt up ever so slightly. Sandy watched with some interest as a faint hissing sound came, and she could see a dark spot grow on Jess’ panties. After she had done Jess reached over for a bite of another piece of cake beaming. Moments later, Sandy got a pensive look on her own face, as she knelt up ever so slightly for a minute, before settling back down to her lounged position.
"Wow, wetting feels so much better when you do it on purpose?"
"On purpose? How much are you still holding it in?" Jess said, shuffling to get herself on a drier patch of grass without her panties pressing on her skirt.
"Oh i still hold it until I need it pretty bad, but that felt awesome."
"Right? I think I'd have fully trained myself out of holding if it wasn't for being out of them once a week."
"Like its stopping you right now," Sandy teased. Jess just stuck her tongue out in response.
"Just because my girlfriend wanted me to. Well, I will consider another part of your diaper education complete, choosing when to pee yourself is great. Now, let's get back on with this picnic!" Jess declared with finality, stuffing her mouth with the rest of her cake slice.


After packing the basket back up, and another walk around the park, Sandy revealed a second part of their date.
“I haven’t been bowling in ages. I know it’s kind of a nice day to go to a bowling alley, but it’s another date classic.”
They decided to try and let Jess’ underwear dry out first, but after establishing it’d take too long for it to dry enough to sit on a car seat, and was already staining badly enough that Jess’ parent would rumble she'd wet her pants anyway, Sandy found a quiet place to help Jess change her diaper.
It felt too soon for Sandy to see her with nothing on, so Jess got as far as getting the diaper under her, and called Sandy over for the tapes. Seeing her like that would have to wait until they were official, but Sandy was insistent on helping somehow.

The bowling alley was a heady mix of  dim light and popping colours. It turned out with only the two of them playing, the games did not fill as much of the day as they hoped, although they had great fun celebrating racausly every time one of them got a  scant strike. There was also the added dimension of Jess trying to peek at Sandy's diaper every time she leant over as she released the bowling ball, while being extremely conscious of anyone walking by who might do the same.
After the games concluded, the two ended up wandering around aimlessly hand in hand, an unsaid conversation between them.
"So…" Sandy eventually breached.
"So," Jess repeated, heart thumping.
"So that was date three," 
"Yup," 
"And, well, how do you feel…"
"Well," Jess stammered, not expecting the spotlight to switch to her, "I mean, obviously you're my best friend no matter what you decide, but,"
"But.."
"But this was meant to be an experiment to see if there was something between us more than that. And I'm really hoping-"
"Yes!"
"Yes?"
"Yes!" Sandy repeated, throwing her arms around Jess, "yes I'll be your girlfriend. I love you, and I love this and I want to do this with you more and more."
"Jess that's fantastic, I-"
"Then kiss me,"
And they did, they kissed. They kissed passionately then tenderly, then Jess's hand found a caress over Sandy's padded rear and Sandy reciprocated and they both knew this was perfect.

The rest of the weekend was a blur, parents were told, though didn't need much telling. Some rules were laid out but the pair didn't seem to mind.
By Monday morning they walked into school together, hand in hand, smiling ear to ear. Girlfriends.