Chapter 1
Janie sat back on the couch in her cramped studio apartment and pulled her knees up to her chest. The closed blinds of the skylight offered little protection against the searing summer sun, which would turn the small room into a sauna by mid-afternoon. Janie ate the last bite of her sandwich and put the plate on the coffee table, next to Stella’s laptop and a stack of unpaid bills, sorted by due date.
It would have been easy to take a few diapers from work – nobody would have noticed – but in the end she ordered them online. Her girlfriend Stella, always practical and worried about their security deposit, had put a towel on the couch. Just in case.
“Anything?” asked Stella, looking up from her book with an amused smile on her face. She patted the front of Janie’s diaper, still as pristine and white as it had been an hour ago.
“No.” Janie strained her muscles. She felt the pressure on her bladder, and under normal circumstances, she would have gone to the bathroom hours ago. “It’s harder than it looks. I have to defeat my potty training.”
Stella giggled. “Drink more water. Eventually, you’ll get there.”
“Yeah.”
Janie took another sip from the glass. It was the same type of diaper many of the patients at Hackney Heights wore: thick and bulky and soft against her skin. Absorbent enough for a full day of wear. The only thing that was missing was the plastic cover.
Oh God, this feels so weird. What am I even doing?
Stella leaned in for a kiss, her lips slightly parted, tucking a strand of hair behind Janie’s ear. Janie closed her eyes and kissed back, tasting the salty sweat on Stella’s lips.
“Oh my,” said Stella, her hand brushing over Janie’s small, braless breast. “Stiff nipples. Looks like you’re really into this.”
“That’s just because of the kiss.” Janie blushed, hiding her face behind her hands. Mostly, anyway.
Stella laughed. “They were poking through your shirt long before I kissed you. Not sure about this diaper kink, but it’s good that you’re trying stuff out.”
“Took me a while.”
“Baby,” said Stella, taking Janie’s hand. “If you want to try something, just talk to me. I don’t judge. I would have ordered you a pack of diapers weeks ago. Hell, I’ll wear one myself if it turns you on.”
“I know.” Janie sighed. “I still can’t believe she talked me into this.”
“That patient from work? The porn star?”
“Ex-porn star. Her name is Quinn.” Janie leaned in for another kiss, feeling the tip of Stella’s tongue on her own. “I’ve shown you the picture, remember? The movie poster?”
“Ah, right, the girl with the huge boobs.” Stella reached under Janie’s shirt, her hand snaking up to her breasts. “She’s hot, but I like yours better. I could play with them all day.”
“Hold that thought. I still have to go potty.”
“I looked at the list of her movies. Pretty bizarre stuff. Is that why she’s in Hackney Heights?”
“No. She’s there because she’s a bit of a troublemaker.” Janie giggled. “She plays this game where she tries to have the fullest diaper on the ward. Yesterday it was so blown up, she could barely walk. You wouldn’t believe the smell in the common room.”
“Eww. And you have to clean it up.”
Janie shrugged. “I don’t mind; that’s the job. It’s not like there’s much else she can do. They have her in a straitjacket, leg restraints, and a spit mask, and she still keeps everyone busy.” She snickered. “Especially Dr. Morris. Those two’ve been feuding for months now.”
“Well, she’s been giving you ideas. And you don’t know what you’re into until you give it a try.” Stella reached for the TV remote. “Her movies are pay-per-view. Maybe we should watch one.”
Janie glanced at the stack of bills. “Baby, if your checking account looks anything like mine, we couldn’t even afford popcorn without the movie.” She grunted and strained again. “I did it! Finally!”
Oh God, oh God. This is so naughty.
Stella put her book down, touching the front of Janie’s diaper. “It’s getting warm. And it’s swelling. Well done.”
Janie checked the sides. Nothing leaked out. The diaper absorbed the stream, like she had seen it happen time and time again at work. She closed her legs, unable to control the flow of urine. The diaper grew as she peed, feeling bulky between her legs. Her face turned red under Stella’s gaze, but she felt relieved.
She exhaled, content that her skin still felt dry. “So that’s what it’s like.”
“Aww, my little baby.” Stella grinned. “How does it feel?”
“Peeing on our couch? Very strange. Like an accident.”
“So,” said Stella, mischief in her eyes, “are you gonna poop while you’re at it? Or is that something you’re gonna obsess about for a few weeks and then do it?”
Janie’s face turned even redder. “Not here in the living room. But I’ll have to throw out the diaper anyway, so…”
Half an hour later, after the diaper had soaked up a few more spurts of urine, Janie stood in the bathroom with her legs spread, grimacing and grunting. Her bowels were full; that was not the problem. But like with peeing, her inner resistance was stronger than expected.
She heard Stella giggle through the closed door. “You can do it, baby!”
“I’m trying!”
When her bowels finally opened, the stench hit her nose almost immediately. She shuddered, feeling the unfamiliar warmth against her skin.
Might as well finish this.
Her bladder emptied as she pushed more sticky, stinking mush into the diaper. She reached around, cupping the large, growing bulge with her hand. After a few moments of hesitation and a deep breath, she gingerly sat down on the closed toilet seat. The warm mass shifted and spread in all directions.
Eww! Disgusting! But it does feel interesting…
The door swung open and Stella appeared. “Smells like you made it. How is it?”
“Super weird,” said Janie, feeling the blood rush to her cheeks. She glanced down at herself, cursing her nipples, once again poking through her shirt.
“Arousing?” asked Stella, looking a bit flushed herself. “Be honest!”
Janie gulped. “What if I said yes?”
“Baby, whatever turns you on is fine with me. But I’m not gonna change you. You’re gonna have to clean this up by yourself.”
“Is it… is it okay if I stay like this for a bit? Just until dinner?”
Stella leaned in, giving her a soft kiss on her forehead. “I’ll put another towel on the couch.”