Published: October 12th 2022, 12:00:07 pm
The start of a new short story, commissioned by Chris, based on his idea from the Community Story contest last month.
"Oh, yeah, that's too bad," Emily nodded, trying her best to keep the grin she was feeling from spreading to her face. "I was really looking forward to meeting her in person."
"It sucks," her RA, Cheyenne shrugged. "But it happens sometimes. I'm always here if you need anything, though... You remember where my room is?"
"Sure," Emily told her. It was difficult to miss, since she'd decorated it all up to make it easier to find. It also helped that there weren't that many other people on the floor yet.
"If you get to feeling lonely, all by yourself, you can come see me anytime, okay?" Cheyenne gave her a hug.
Emily put on a brave face, said, "Thanks," but she had no intentions of doing that. Cheyenne was nice enough, yes... If anything, however, the news made her want to celebrate. She had been talking to the girl who was meant to be her roommate for a while now, ever since they'd been assigned to one another, and she didn't seem too bad, either... What she'd really been looking forward to, though, was in another year or two, when she could have get a private room.
And now... She was getting that right away. It was like a dream come true! As soon as she moved away from home, she got a space to herself, one where she actually had some privacy. And she knew exactly what she was going to do with it...
She waved goodbye as she closed the door after the RA, needing every ounce of strength she had not to slam it and rush over to the boxes she still hadn't unpacked. She knew exactly which one to go to... She'd packed it herself, insisted on carrying it herself, both out to the car, and into the dorm, some part of her afraid that if one of her parents did it, they'd stack it with another one, and it would fall, and everything inside would spill out...
She'd almost regretted bringing it, although leaving it at home would have been even worse, since she'd have no control over whether her parents went snooping, and no way to know if they had or not until she was back for the holidays. She'd been so excited when she finally ordered them, using some of her graduation money in a way that she couldn't imagine her grandparents and aunts and uncles would have ever suspected, but she'd never gotten any further than opening up the package, pulling one out and giving it a squeeze, and a curious sniff... She'd always been too nervous that her parents would barge in on her.
College had felt safer, at first, until she arrived, and saw her room, realized how small it was, how hard it would be to hide anything for too long from her roommate. There might still be more opportunities to wear here, if she got lucky and her roomie was the type to go home on the weekends; otherwise, it was very unlikely she'd be able to get away with it without the other girl suspecting.
She had arrived early, so she had hoped to try it out that night, so long as her roommate didn't show up to ruin her plans. It wouldn't be much, one night at most if she was lucky, but it would be a start, anyway... Never had she dared dream that it would turn out like this! Without a roommate, she could wear as much as she wanted!
She opened up the box, digging through all the random junk she'd piled on top of the real treasures, giggling to herself as she saw the packaging. The one she'd taken out to look at was sticking out - she never could get it slid back in perfectly after removing it - so she grabbed it and pulled it back out, taking in the sound and feel of it before giddily unfolding it.
At long last, she was going to get to wear a diaper. She stripped out of her pants and panties, letting them fall to the floor, plopping herself down right in the middle of the padding, wiggling her bottom and giggling some more, hearing the crinkling sound she made. It sounded so loud, so babyish... There really would have been no way she could have hidden that from a roommate, so it was a good thing she wasn't going to have to anymore.
It felt so good, so comforting, once she had it taped snugly up around herself, all those videos she'd watched finally paying off. "Oh, my God," she squeaked, poking at the diaper. "What a baby!"
She spent the rest of the evening in her room, enjoying herself. She already knew she couldn't do this all the time... They were too distracting, and she only had one package for now, anyway. Plus, she was hoping to make some new friends, and there was no way she was going to wear around them. It was so nice, knowing she had the freedom to do it whenever she wanted, however, knowing that all she had to do was go back to her room and lock the door.
There weren't that many girls who had moved in a day early, like her, but there were enough that she didn't dare toddle out to the bathroom in her diaper... She didn't want to take it off yet, either, so that really only left her with one choice, which was to use her diaper, holding her breath as she closed her eyes, squatting down and letting go, heart fluttering with excitement as she felt the padding grow warmer and heavier between her legs, emphasizing once more what a giant baby she was.
She fell asleep, still soggy, in just her diaper and PJ top. The matching shorts would have fit over her diaper, but it was so much cuter, having her diapers exposed... And why shouldn't she? There was nobody else to see her, so nobody would ever know!
Or so she assumed, until she was woken up the next morning by the sound of a clearing throat. She stirred slowly, yawning and stretching, thinking nothing of it - she must be hearing it from the next room over or something. As her eyes blinked open, however, she was greeted by the sight of a girl standing in her room, staring down at her, puzzled.
It took another moment or two for Emily's mind to wake up enough to remind herself of how she'd gone to sleep, of what she was wearing... And the condition it was in. She gasped, scrambling for her covers, bunched up at the foot of her bed now, mortified, finding them all tangled up in one another, impossible for her to separate in her panic. "Wh-What are you doing in my room?!" she squealed, pulse racing.
"Well, it's... my room, too?" the girl answered, sounding confused.
"No, it isn't!" Emily shook her head. "Y-You must have the wrong room!"
"My key worked on the door," the girl shrugged. "They moved me here last minute."
"O-Oh," Emily frowned. "G-Great..." She squirmed, glancing down at her diaper, still very much visible, seeing that there was no mistaking the condition it was in. How was she going to get out of this?! She blurted out the first excuse that she could think of. "I-I need these for... medical reasons." Was the girl going to push? Would she want to know more specifics about it? Emily fidgeted in place, hoping not, nowhere near awake enough for that.
"Oh, no!" the girl exclaimed. "I'm so sorry! That must be tough, huh?" Emily nodded. "Well, don't worry, I'm not going to make fun of you or anything... My name is Kayla, by the way."
Emily's heartbeat began to slow back down slightly, realizing that she may have gotten out of this mess after all. "I'm Emily," she smiled. "It's nice to meet you."
"Nice to meet you, too," Kayla told her. "You may want to, uh... cover up," she warned. "My parents are on the way with more of my stuff."
"Right!" Emily blushed. "Th-Thanks!"
Finally, she was able to unfurl her blanket, spreading it over herself before Kayla's parents appeared, carrying more boxes. "I'm sorry, dear," her mother said. "I didn't think anyone would be here already, or we would have shown up later!"
"No, it's okay," Emily told her, huddling under her covers. "D-Do you need any help?"
Thankfully, they said no, though it was still awkward, continuing to hide there, watching them carry in Kayla's things, waiting for them to finish up so she could get changed. As nice as the diaper had felt, she hadn't intended to wear again today, not when she had lots of orientation stuff to attend. Now, however...
A shiver ran up her spine, one that was a mixture of fear and excitement. All those things that she'd fretted about, that would have made it hard for her to wear in a dorm room and keep her diapers secret... They also meant that she couldn't really fake wearing them, either. Her little fib meant that she was going to have to actually keep wearing her diapers, or Kayla would know she'd lied when she didn't see the puffiness beneath her pants, or hear her crinkling...
Somehow, she'd gone from never wearing a diaper outside of toddlerhood, to being stuck in them full time. It didn't completely hit her until she finally started to unpack, alongside Kayla, and emptied out her package of diapers into her underwear drawer, seeing them all laid out, staring back at her.
"It must be tough," Kayla commented.
"H-Huh?" Emily turned towards her.
"Sorry," Kayla blushed. "We don't have to talk about it if you don't want to, but... Keeping them a secret must be tricky, huh? They seem so thick..."
They certainly were... She almost regretted buying those ones now, though, back when they'd just been for an occasional treat, that had felt like the best course of action. Never in a million years would she have dreamed she'd have to worry about hiding them under her clothes... It looked like she was going to have to get used to it quick, however, or the whole school would know.
"Yeah, it can be," she agreed. "You get used to it. I mean, not that I have much of a choice..."
Speaking of getting used to things, she could feel her bladder growing full again. After all this, it felt awkward to excuse herself to the bathroom... And, she realized, if she wanted to convince Emily that she truly did need her diapers, she was going to have to use them... Maybe not all the time, of course; thankfully, she hadn't said she needed them that badly. With how bulky they were, though, she was going to have to do it fairly often, to justify their size...
She couldn't let herself squat down this time, either, had to keep working, acting like nothing was happening. She needed to get used to wetting her diapers any time, in any position... It was embarrassing, sure, but there was also something fun about it. Besides... What was the worst that could happen?