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From A Fib to Reality

Published: March 29th 2020, 2:01:01 pm

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This was going to be a year of big changes for Dorothy... She could feel it.

There was the fact that she was in college now, of course; that was a pretty huge change. She felt like she was fairly responsible, and more than capable of taking care of herself - certainly more than most of her classmates from high school - but actually moving out, a couple states away from her parents, and into a room with a complete stranger, was still a lot to deal with.

There was more to it than that, however. Even with her roommate, Alex, there, she had a sense of freedom she hadn't had before, a desire for exploration, although of what, she wasn't certain. It was that, really, that had led her to the website. She wasn't sure how, exactly, had just been browsing curiously, clicking on things that struck her fancy, and, then, seemingly out of the blue, there it was. 

She closed the site immediately, blushing, hardly able to believe it was real, yet she kept thinking about the images she'd seen, until, a little later that day, she'd dug through her browser's history to find it again, and started digging in a bit deeper. Adults... in diapers? Why was that a thing?! And, more importantly, why could she not stop staring?

Never in a million years would she have considered taking the next step back home. Her parents weren't that nosy, compared to others, but, between school, her part-time job, and cheerleading, there was no way she could have guaranteed she'd be the one at home when the delivery came, and they definitely would have asked about what she ordered. There were some diapers sold in stores, sure... From what she could find online, however, they weren't the cute ones, the ones most of the models wore, the ones she wanted so badly to try.

She'd realized, as soon as the sample pack arrived, what a mistake she'd made. When was she going to wear them?! She was still busy, and, despite that sense of freedom, she really had less privacy than ever. She and Alex had gotten lucky with their room, getting into the slightly nicer, more apartment-style housing instead of a dorm. Their room was a bit bigger, had its own bathroom, and the door led right outside, instead of into the long corridors of the normal dorm... It was still only one room, though, other than that bathroom.

So Dorothy got her diapers, and kept them hidden away in her dresser. If nothing else, they encouraged her to do her laundry more often, so she didn't accidentally dig too far while searching for clothes and accidentally show them off. Having them right there, however, only made her more desperate to get to wear them... So, as soon as Alex announced she was going to be heading home one weekend, Dorothy leapt on her chance.

Unfortunately, she was a little too quick on the draw, assuming Alex must have left right after classes. She closed the blinds, pulled out one of the diapers, and stripped out of her pants and underwear, settling down onto the crinkly garment, practically squealing at the feel of the poofy bulk below her. It was everything she'd dreamt it would be... She pulled it up, taped it in place, giggling as she looked at herself...

And, of course, that was when Alex walked in.

Dorothy couldn't help the squeal of panic that escaped her throat, ensuring that Alex looked right at her, well before she had the chance to grab something, anything, to cover herself with. She gulped, staring up at Alex, cheeks burning, certain that this was it, that she was never going to live this down...

Thankfully, her roomie was understanding, apologizing profusely when she saw how embarrassed and surprised Dorothy was. "It's all right!" she promised. "I won't tell anyone, I swear. But..."

Dorothy squirmed, staring down at her feet as she stood there, in front of Alex, who had sat on their shared sofa in front of her. "Hey," Alex grabbed her hands gently. "It's okay... But we're going to be living together for at least the rest of the year. Maybe we should just get this out in the open, you know? Get it over with..."

She wasn't wrong; it was a good idea. Dorothy didn't want her poking around, finding out on her own, or drawing the wrong conclusions. On the other hand, as soon as she opened her mouth, she realized she wasn't ready to say it out loud - wasn't sure if it was true yet, if she was really an AB/DL or simply curious - so, instead, she told a little fib. "It's a, uh... medical thing," she said. "I-It's hard to explain, but... Well... I-I just need them, and..."

"Okay!" Alex nodded, smiling supportively. "I'm glad you told me, Dorothy... I'm sorry you've felt like you had to hide it for this long, but I swear, I'm not going to make fun of you or anything, okay? If there's anything I can do to help, just let me know."

It was more than Dorothy could have expected, or asked for. For that first weekend, she was overjoyed, thinking that this was perfect, that she had the license to try this out as much as she wanted. She only had a few diapers in her sample pack, and she went through them quickly, but, now that she didn't have to hide it, she ordered some more.

She even went out to buy herself some at the store, so she'd have something to wear until those came in. Even in the middle of the night, the only time she dared do it, it was quite the thrill, carrying her package of diapers through Wal-Mart, hearing the rustle of her own, wet diaper beneath her skirt, feeling the bulk of it with every step, imagining what the few other shoppers in there that time of night must think about her, and being extra grateful for self checkout, although, of course, there was still an attendant, and a camera pointed straight at her.

As she hurried out to her car, bag in hand, she half expected the worker to stop her, to ask what those were for, to tease her about if she needed them... Of course, they didn't, barely even glanced up from their phone as she breezed by. Even if they had, however, it would have been worth it... In fact, it was practically essential. Her little lie meant she always had to keep a few diapers on hand, at least, or Alex might get suspicious.

She had a blast over the weekend, though, by the end, she had to admit some of the novelty was starting to wear off. Once she was back from the store Saturday night, she'd changed into one of the new diapers, but, the next morning, after soaking it, she decided to switch back to her panties for the rest of the day. She had a study group to go to, after all, and she was nearly out of the pizza she'd ordered herself Friday night so she wouldn't have to worry about going to the dining hall in diapers, or taking them off to get food.

Alex didn't say anything when she returned, yet Dorothy could practically feel the other girl's eyes on her crotch, judging the shorts she was wearing, as if she was trying to figure out if she was wearing her diapers, or how she could possibly have hidden them. She hadn't planned to, but Dorothy decided to re-diaper herself for bed, just to assuage Alex's doubts. 

That wasn't too bad... Alex had already seen her in just a shirt and diaper, after all; a diaper under PJs was nothing after that. The next morning, however, was a little more difficult. Dorothy had lain in bed for a few minutes, convincing her bladder to let go. She didn't know if Alex would notice, or care, if she saw that, but it was fun, anyway, making her feel, when she got up, like a real bedwetter.

Then, she grabbed herself an outfit for the day, and doubt began to creep in. She rubbed her thighs together, listening to the wet diaper crinkling as she looked at the clothes she'd chosen, thought back to the look Alex had given her - in Dorothy's imagination, anyway - the previous evening. If she wore this without a diaper, her roommate was going to notice... If she wore it with a diaper, everyone would.

Dorothy could probably get away without wearing diapers all the time, despite her fib, but, at the very least, she had to dress as if she did, or she would be caught in the lie. That left her very few options to work with... She stalled as long as she could, hoping Alex would leave before her, however, in the end, she wound up wearing a diaper after all, unsure if the clothes she'd picked would sufficiently sell her deception on their own.

Sitting in her room, watching Youtube clips of TV shows she'd loved as a child, and even her shopping trip, had done very little to prepare her for what it was like to spend a day in classes diapered. It was so distracting, every tiny move she made making her heart pound as she wondered if anyone else heard her crinkle... Her teachers noticed it, too, calling on her to try to snap her out of her 'daydreaming' - or, at least, that's what she hoped they thought she was doing, and they didn't know the truth - and leaving her unable to answer the simplest questions because she hadn't heard a word they'd said, making her feel like such a dumb little baby, someone who deserved to be in diapers, who belonged in them...

She'd get used to it, she told herself. Her grades might suffer for a little while, before she did, but she'd get used to the idea of wearing these things... That, or she'd go on a shopping spree, and buy more things that would leave doubt in Alex's mind about whether she was wearing them or not at any given time.

One outfit she couldn't change, however, was her cheerleading uniform. She hadn't even considered that, not until she had to slip into the bathroom and ditch her diaper before going to practice... Even then, it was simple enough to get away with, until the first game.

"A-Are you coming to the game?" she asked Alex anxiously, praying the answer was no.

"Of course!" the other girl smiled. "You wouldn't believe the tickets I managed to score! I can't wait to see you do your thing!"

She had to wear her diaper... There was no question about that. Alex would be able to tell right away if she didn't... Everyone else might be able to, too. They wouldn't be looking for it, but still... Nervously, she tried her uniform on over her diaper, groaning to see how obvious it was. What had she been thinking?! Why hadn't she thought about this before?!

She pouted to herself, lifting up her skirt, staring down at her diaper, trying to figure out what she was going to do, glad Alex had already headed off to a pre-game party to leave her alone with her thoughts... Although, unfortunately, it didn't seem like it was going to matter.

Her briefs did help, a little, but she was still distracted, terrified her squadmates, or the crowd, was going to be able to tell. Whether they did or not, she didn't know... Her coach, on the other hand, definitely did, pulling her aside after the game.

"I-I'm sorry," Dorothy told her. "I was just... I-I was thinking about other things, but that won't happen again!" That had to be all this was about... Right?!

"I should hope not," her coach said. "But I think we both know that's not all that was different, don't we?" Dorothy swallowed, the diaper suddenly feeling very thick, and very warm... "If you need some... protection..." Dorothy blushed at the word, "that's okay... You're a big girl, I trust you to be able to handle it on your own."

"I-It was only..." Dorothy tried to explain it away.

"If you need them, though," the woman cut her off, "I want to see you in them all the time. I don't want any... accidents... at practice. Understand?"

Dorothy gulped, nodded, knowing exactly what she meant, even though she'd been careful not to say it, in case anyone was around. Of course, it was going to be difficult to hide for long if she was going to be wearing them to practice... But she couldn't guarantee Alex wasn't going to come to any more games, or just be around when Dorothy was heading out of their room to get to one...

And, with that, Dorothy's fate was sealed, whether she realized it or not. Without even having to say anything herself, her lie had spread, guaranteed she was going to be in diapers all the time. Even on days when Alex had classes before her, and she could feel confident in getting back to her room and diapered up before the other girl returned, she had to make sure she was in them for practice... And now she had at least two people on campus who she couldn't risk running into without them - her coach, and Alex, and, potentially, the rest of the squad.

The other cheerleaders almost definitely knew, if not from the first game, by the end of the first week, and she was positive they made fun of her in private, but the coach kept them civil when they were together. They were probably looking out for the diapers, too, when they saw her on campus, and she didn't want them to report back to the coach, give the woman reason to think she'd been faking, even if she was...

Or, rather, had been, at least at the start. When it had started, the idea of not having to excuse herself in the middle of class was nice, and the thought of wetting herself, surrounded by other people, with none of them any the wiser, was fun, and naughty... Now, however, it was starting to become a bit routine. But what other choice did she have?! 

There were girls from her squad in most of her classes, after all. She'd tried to go to the bathroom during one, and heard them giggling to one another, which froze her in place until the professor asked, "Is everything all right?" 

"S-Sorry, just a cramp in my leg," she fibbed. "I-I had to move... I'll go sit back down now..."

And there was always a chance, when she was in a class without them, they'd be in the halls, or, worse, the bathroom itself. She'd started to accept this was how things were, and wet herself in class, but she still did her best to poop before she left her room for the day, or wait until she was back in it... Until, one day, she realized she couldn't make it. Frantically, she scurried down the hall from class, ducked into the nearest restroom.

"Oh," she heard a familiar voice chuckle. "Hi, there. I didn't expect to see you here." Dorothy groaned, seeing one of the older girls from the squad turn around from the sink, drying her hands off. "What are you doing here?"

"I-I... umm... I-I..." Dorothy blushed, feeling her tummy grumble ominously. She felt so tiny, so immature, next to the older, bigger girl, standing there in her miniskirt, so clearly not diapered.

"You know what this place is for, right?" she smirked. "I can't imagine what use you'd have for it."

Dorothy turned and ran, convincing herself she could last until the end of class... Instead, she hadn't lasted until she made it back down the hall. She froze, a few steps from the bathroom, helplessly bending over as her body took control, pushed, and she felt her diaper expand. She gasped, blushed, grunted, feeling the warm mush slowly oozing out, covering her bottom, making for an incredibly awkward dash back to her room for a change, before returning to the classroom, class long over, to get her stuff back from the teacher.

She had to stop this... It had gone too far. She still enjoyed diapers, but she wasn't ready for this, would much rather just wear them on the weekend now and then, when Alex was away...

But she was in too deep... Even deeper than she realized. It didn't quite hit her how much until, one night, while she was studying on her bed, Alex told her, "I think you'd better take a break. You need a change."

"No, I don't," Dorothy rolled her eyes. "I'm fine. I went a little, but..."

"Up," Alex ordered, Dorothy shaking her head, but standing up anyway. After everything else, why not let herself be subjected to a diaper check like a little girl, even though she'd definitely only peed once, and not that much. "Dorothy, you're soaked!" Alex exclaimed, giving the padding a poke... And, sure enough, when she felt that prodding, and how the padding sloshed with it, Dorothy knew she was right.

By then, it was too late. With finals coming up, there was no time to devote to turning things around, to putting a stop to this... Alex started to check her more and more often, and, quite commonly, Dorothy wasn't sure what to expect until it happened, wasn't consciously aware of how soggy her pants were if she'd been distracted with studying.

The final blow was even harsher than that, however. Alex announced a check, and used to it by then, knowing not to bother arguing, Dorothy got up onto her hands and knees, wanting to be able to flop back down and get back to work, positive she hadn't wet herself even a little this time... Only for Alex's hand to push against something soft, and squishy...

She'd messed herself. It had been happening more and more as the end of the semester crunch screwed up her schedule, and she'd been downing more coffee than usual, making it harder for her to be able to go at her usual times, but she'd always been aware of it, always knew what she was doing, and definitely never did it when she was just in her room, the bathroom mere feet away...

It wasn't a fib anymore, she thought, horrified. She really did need these diapers, just like any other baby... The thought left her very upset, to the point where Alex had stepped in, helped her get cleaned up, a role she took on more and more in their last few days together.

There had, indeed, been a lot of big changes for Dorothy that year... But she had the summer to fix them. "M-My mom and dad said the doctor talked to them, a-and they should be able to fix... this..." she told Alex, as the girl taped her into a dry diaper after they'd packed everything up into their respective cars. "S-So you won't have to live with a baby next year..."

"Oh, sweetie," Alex gave her a big hug. "It's okay... I don't mind. It isn't your fault."

Except, of course, it was. Dorothy was determined to spend her few months off undoing this, potty training herself again. How hard could it be, after all? Toddlers did it! They had help, but she was much older and smarter than them... She could do it on her own.

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Alex was super excited to see Dorothy again, grabbing her into a giant hug as soon as she came in the door. She was, to her credit, discreet about her curiosity, although Dorothy was certain she had to be dying to know how things had gone.

They were the same age, but it was crazy to think how easily, and quickly, Dorothy had come to think of her as being older, the big sister she'd never had growing up. She was happy to let Alex take care of dragging in the big stuff, the things her dad had packed into the car for her, standing back and watching her work, offering her help, yet more than happy to follow the girls orders to, "Just hold the door open for me!"

And, as her big sister - and someone who had known her 'secret' longer than anyone else - it didn't bother Dorothy at all when Alex offered to help her unpack, not thinking twice about letting her dig through anything she'd brought... Even when, unsurprisingly, she'd started with the clothes.

"What are these?" Alex teased, pulling out two items. "This doesn't help me at all!" Dorothy blushed, looking over, seeing her roommate holding one of her diapers, and a pair of her panties. "Come on, Dorothy, I've waited this long... How did it go? Which of these are you wearing now?"

Maybe, Dorothy mused, she should tell another fib... It hadn't worked out so well last time, but what she'd said had come true... Perhaps, if she lied, and told Alex that some treatment had magically reversed everything, that her potty training was back on track, that would manifest itself in the coming months. Maybe the motivation of being around other people would help her do what she'd so utterly failed at in her three months off.

In reality, though, she'd brought the panties, planning to use them like that initial sample pack of diapers was meant to be, as something she'd wear on the weekends, when Alex was away. Of course, she knew that was a bad idea, that she'd probably wind up ruining them, but she liked the idea that maybe she could do it...

In the end, however, she decided, this year, she should go with the truth, and see how that worked. "The diaper," she admitted with a blush.

"I had a feeling," Alex winked. "I'll go ahead and keep these panties packed away for you, okay? I wouldn't want you getting them all stained." Dorothy nodded, knowing that was for the best. "Now... Do you need a change?" She blushed again. "I thought so," Alex chuckled. "Go ahead, get your skirt off... I'll get your changing pad out."