"Erica's Problem"

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(Sorry for the lack of spacing between paragraphs in the first chapter. I typed this in Microsoft Word and didn't realize that my paragraph indentations wouldn't survive cutting and pasting. I did this story about a year and a half ago but haven't added any more chapters because I can't decide how to continue it.)

CHAPTER 1 – AN ATYPICAL WEEK FOR ERICA

It was a typical Monday morning at the advertising firm. Erica sat in her cubicle taking a final gulp of coffee, trying to steel herself against the boredom of the weekly office meeting with the owner, a ridiculously soporific man whose voice had almost put her to sleep on several occasions. Perhaps the coffee would do the trick and she would be able to make it through the meeting without her head bobbing. The clock hit 9:58 and she made her way from the cubicle city and down the hall to the big conference room in which several of her co-workers were already gathered. She smiled and greeted her immediate supervisor Molly as the clock passed 10:00.
“He’s late as usual,” said Molly. “He doesn’t even stick to his own mantra. He always says ‘On time is early and late is on time’.”
Erica laughed. “Well, whenever I don’t have to speak at a meeting I don’t care if he arrives on time or two hours late,” she said. “Those times I’m all nerves but today I feel fine.”
“Just don’t fall asleep,” whispered Molly.
Erica whispered back, “Don’t worry. Mr. Starbucks is making sure of that” and giggled.
Erica had recently celebrated her 26th birthday and was still getting used to the idea of heading toward her thirties. She was an extremely attractive woman with long auburn hair and a flawless physique. Aside from occasional trips to the gym she didn’t need to expend much energy maintaining that physique and didn’t even need to watch her diet; she was naturally thin and shapely. This incurred the jealousy of her friends, especially her best friend Stacy who was a dieting maniac.
She had been at the advertising firm for two years and, while it was related to her major in college, she found that she was becoming weary of the business and was considering a change of career. These weekly meetings with Mr. Selekman were the lowlights of the job, especially if she was wracked with nervousness over having to give a presentation. Today, however, all she had to do was listen.
“Morning,” said a voice behind her. Erica turned around to see her co-worker Justin, who had been with the agency eight months.
“Hey, how’s it going?” she smiled.
“Great,” he said, “as long as I don’t have to speak!”
“That’s what I said too” Erica retorted.
Both of them laughed. Justin was 25 and Erica admittedly found him very attractive from the get go. Her own love life was on pause. She had had a few boyfriends over the years, one for as long as two years. At the moment being in a relationship wasn’t a priority and marriage was something she wasn’t too keen on overall. This was in opposition to most of her friends who were gunning to find a serious boyfriend and potential husband. In Erica’s view, if it was going to happen it would happen. She had broken up with her last boyfriend over half a year prior and hadn’t had sex since then; she was fine with her battery-operated friend keeping her company many an evening.
Even given this, she found Justin to be definite potential dating material. She had never had an office romance and was usually set against the idea but she had to admit to herself that if she was going to have one Justin was the best candidate she had come across so far. They had never really flirted but they had an undeniable rapport and “sexual tension” was definitely in the air anytime they talked. She hadn’t yet worked closely with him on any project but knew that she wouldn’t mind doing so and possibly throwing him some signals that she was interested to see if he would take the bait and ask her out. Today she was looking amazing in a tan skirt which accentuated her best body feature – her shapely, supple derriere. She didn’t know if Justin liked her back but she would be surprised if he didn’t find her attractive today.
“So you’re working on the Peterson account, right?” asked Justin. “How’s that going?”
“Oh, just fine,” said Erica. “Same old, same old.”
“Maybe we’ll work on a project together soon, huh?” said Justin.
Erica was prevented from replying by Mr. Selekman entering the room five minutes late. The fifteen employees gathered rolled back the cushioned seats and sat down. Erica sat near the middle of the table and Justin sat to her right.
“Good morning, ladies and gentleman” began Mr. Selekman. He then launched into his usual speech full of updates and repetitions of the company’s mission statement. It was the typical boring stuff that Erica had expected. After twenty minutes of it the team working on the newest ad campaign got up and presented their work so far. Erica was attentive for a while but she found her gaze slipping from time to time over to Justin. He obviously felt her looking at him and glanced at her once, making her avert her gaze quickly.
After nearly an hour of listening Erica became a little regretful that she had drank the coffee. She felt a very slight need to urinate but it wasn’t anything which would have caused her to excuse herself. She knew she had about twenty minutes to a half hour more of listening so she just concentrated on the meeting, offering a few comments to and asking a few questions of the presenters.
About ten minutes later Erica felt a slight warmth around her nether regions. She had no idea what it was and of course wasn’t about to look down at herself in front of a room full of co-workers. She knew it wasn’t time for her period so it couldn’t be that. She shifted in her chair and tried to feel but that didn’t give her any answer either. Finally, after an hour and a half of sleep-inducing boredom, Mr. Selekman stood up.
“I’m glad you all came this morning,” he droned. “I wish you good luck today and in the week ahead.” Most of Erica’s co-workers stood up, obviously glad that they had not succumbed to the Sandman, although Jim from accounting looked like he had almost been on the verge.
Erica now had the opportunity to see what the cause of the warmth was and rolled back her chair, stood up and looked down. What she saw shocked her. A dark spot, at least a foot wide, stained the grey fabric of the chair’s cushion. In one second’s time she looked at the stain and at Justin, who was also rising from his chair. Thinking quickly Erica bolted back into her seat on top of the stain.
“Aren’t you going to lunch?” asked Justin, obviously confused as to why she was sitting back down when the meeting was over.
Erica’s nerves were rattling. “Uh, no, um, not right now,” she stuttered. Flipping open the folder in front of her she said “Uh, I’m just gonna look at this stuff real quick first.”
Justin paused. “Are you okay? You seem a little out of sorts.”
“I’m fine. I’m good,” Erica blurted out.
“Okay, have a good one,” Justin said and left the room. Still in the room were about five co-workers, some of them from the team who had spoken. They were engaged in conversation standing up while Erica remained the only one still seated. She tried to look as though she was busy reading something and hoped they wouldn’t ask her anything.
What was the stain on the chair? Had it been on the chair when she sat down? No, she thought, it couldn’t have been. She would have noticed if a big, dark, wet-looking stain had been on the chair; years of riding the bus had taught her to look before sitting.
She was recalled from these thoughts by another “Coming to lunch?” offered by Hillary.
“Uh, yeah, in a minute,” she stammered. Apparently satisfied, Hillary and the rest made their way out of the room.
Taking a look around to make sure she was alone and no one was walking up the hall, Erica stood up and looked at the stain. Obviously she had made it. She reached around to the back of her skirt and immediately felt that it was soaked with warm fluid. What could it be but urine? Unwilling to process the idea until now, Erica realized that she had peed herself. She hadn’t even felt it. She had felt a slight pressure but it was the same she felt anytime she was going to urinate; she had shrugged off the pressure and ignored it and it had gone away.
Erica could almost not fathom the idea of pissing herself. Of course she had peed her pants and wet the bed a few times when she was a kid just being potty trained; she even had vague recollections of what it felt like to pee herself. That was normal stuff. But as an adult she hadn’t had any bladder control problems whatsoever even though she knew that as a woman she was more prone to bladder weakness at some point in her life.
One time she was at a party with her best friend Jessica and a few other women and she had laughed so hard she peed her pants. She had always heard women say “I laughed so hard I peed my pants” but it had never happened to her until that party. She was laughing so forcefully at a joke that she blurted out to her friends “I’m gonna fuckin’ pee my pants!” and in fact she did and was a little surprised to feel the urine flowing out of her uncontrollably. She had quickly stood up from Jessica’s couch so as not to ruin it and felt the contents of her bladder emptying into her panties and soaking her jeans. She kept on laughing so the flow kept coming, completely soaking her butt and running down her legs. She was drunk and because of this she just naughtily refused to reign in the urine, completely emptying herself into her pants. Her similarly drunk friends laughed even harder at her and Erica went from laughing at the joke to laughing at herself. She ended up borrowing some jeans from Jessica so she could leave.
But this predicament before her was shocking. She reiterated to herself “I pissed myself.” She also realized that she had ruined a chair belonging to the company and she had to do something about it before anyone saw it. But first she had to take care of herself. Thankfully the bathroom was just down the hall and around the corner. She cautiously moved down it, looking for anyone who might be around. Mercifully no one was and she made it to the bathroom easily.
Erica went to a stall and examined herself. She unfastened her miniskirt and turned it around to see that it was completely soaked. The fact that it was tan colored only accentuated the dark pee stain on it. Her white silk panties were completely besotted with urine; the only dry spots were high up near her waist on both sides of her body. They were very uncomfortable as well. She couldn’t step out of the bathroom without her skirt, of course, but she didn’t have to wear her soaked panties. She gingerly took them off, trying not to soak her legs with any urine unnecessarily, and stepped out bare ass into the vacant bathroom to chuck them in the trash. Realizing she didn’t have any alternatives, Erica then put her skirt back on and washed her hands.
What could she do now? She didn’t have a change of clothes in the office; she had to go home. But she had to tell someone and the chair still had to be dealt with. The only person in the office to whom Erica was really close was Molly, her immediate supervisor. While they still maintained a superior/subordinate relationship, they considered each other friends and had been to lunch on numerous occasions. Molly was 30 and wouldn’t look down on Erica for having a bit of female trouble. Molly’s office, luckily a closed one, was not far. Erica looked out of the bathroom door to make sure the coast was clear and seeing it was stepped out, walking a little sideways and hiding her butt against the wall just in case someone happened by. She desperately hoped Molly hadn’t gone to lunch like most of the other workers but looking in through the narrow window of her door Erica was relieved to find Molly at her computer. She knocked and was told to come in.
“Hi, Molly,” she smiled nervously.
“Hey, Erica, what’s up? I thought you would have gone to lunch,” said Molly.
“I would have but I had a bit of a problem.”
“What happened? You seem a bit shaken up.”
Erica took a breath. “Yeah, well, I don’t have any easy way of saying this . . . but . . . I peed my pants at the meeting.”
Molly looked shocked. “You what?!?” she exclaimed.
“I pissed myself while I was sitting. I didn’t even feel it. I just felt the warmth happening but I didn’t really get an urge and I didn’t feel myself peeing. It’s all over my skirt.” She turned around and showed Molly the humongous stain on her skirt.
“Oh my!” Molly exclaimed. “I’m sorry. Was the meeting just too long and you couldn’t hold it?”
“Oh, no, of course not. People get up from meetings all the time to go to the bathroom. If I had felt it I would have gone but I didn’t feel it. I had a slight urge to go about ten or so minutes before I felt the warmth but it immediately went away. This is like a complete urination right on myself and I didn’t feel it.” Erica was getting a little nervous and shaky.
“Oh, I’m sorry” said Molly. “I know what it is to have a bladder control problem. My grandma had one and . . . “
Erica cut her off. “I don’t have a bladder control problem; this was just a freak thing. I don’t know what happened.”
“Oh, okay, I’m sorry,” said Molly, placating. “I didn’t mean to imply you had a problem. These things happen.”
“So I think I might need to go home. I don’t have a change of clothes or anything.”
“I’m sorry, I don’t have any here I could give you,” said Molly. “I understand if you need to go home.”
A realization dawned on Erica and she said “Ooh, wait” and quickly left Molly’s office and went back to the boardroom, all the while looking out for co-workers. She quickly grabbed the ruined chair and rolled it back to Molly’s office.
“I’m sorry, but this chair is completely ruined,” she said shamefully as she presented the huge stain to Molly. “Could I just put it in your office so no one finds it?”
“Oh, sure, no problem,” said Molly. “I’ll just put this plastic bag over it so no one sees the stain.”
“Okay, great,” said Erica. “I just have one more problem. I took the bus to work today. Would it be at all possible for you to drive me home?”
Molly looked from Erica to her computer and back to Erica. “Well, I have a lot of stuff to do . . .,” she said, but seeing Erica’s shamed face she added “But it can wait. Come on.”
Erica and Molly made their way to the outside door, Molly nicely keeping a lookout for any co-workers. Looking through the window they didn’t see anyone and so opened it but then Justin loomed up along the sidewalk to their right. Erica froze, stunned.
“Hey, you two,” said Justin, smiling. “You just heading out for lunch now?”
Erica couldn’t speak so Molly spoke for her. “Yes, yes we are.”
“Well, have a good lunch,” he said and went for the door. Erica moved awkwardly around Molly so that Justin didn’t pass behind her back. He gave a confused look at her as she made this move but went inside without looking at her. Erica did a backward walk away from Molly to Molly’s car.
“I’m sensing something between you two,” said Molly once they were driving, a spare towel from the backseat under Erica’s butt.
Erica said, “What? Don’t be silly. I wouldn’t want anyone to see what I’ve got going on on my backside.”
As she got out at her apartment complex, Erica thanked Molly. “You don’t know what a help you’ve been. If you need anything, any favor, just ask, all right?”
“I’m happy to help,” said Molly. “Just get yourself cleaned up and rest and come back tomorrow feeling better.”
Molly drove off and Erica let herself into her apartment and immediately went to her bathroom where she stripped naked and took a hot shower, paying special attention to scrubbing her vaginal and butt area to get rid of the urine. She put on fresh panties and faded jeans. The feel of dry clothes around her bottom felt a lot better than what she had been experiencing the last 45 minutes. She was still trying to process what happened. She didn’t like the idea that she had been completely unable to control her bladder and hadn’t even felt the urination. But she just chalked it up to a freak thing and realized that, because of it, she had an unexpectedly free afternoon and evening away from her job.
Erica spent the rest of the afternoon lounging around the house and doing chores that needed to be done. She called her best friend Jessica and told her what had happened at work. Jessica seemed to think the accident might have had something to do with the coffee Erica had drunk before the meeting. She rationalized that perhaps a full bladder combined with having been sitting for so long possibly might have made Erica numb enough to not feel the urge or the urine leaking out of her. Erica resolved to not drink coffee the remainder of the day or tomorrow morning before work. Jessica tried to reassure her.
“I really wouldn’t worry too much about it,” she said. “If it hasn’t happened again since this morning and it doesn’t happen anymore today then it was probably just a fluke. Incontinent people don’t just pee their pants once and then that’s it.”
“Yeah, you’re probably right,” said Erica. “I’m just gonna keep a lookout downtown for the rest of the day and see if any flooding occurs!”
But during the rest of the day Erica didn’t experience any more wetting episodes. She went to the bathroom as usual, not any more frequently than she usually did. This gave her confidence and alleviated a lot of the stress she had been feeling. At her bedtime she decided to give herself a treat, stripped off her pajama bottoms and panties, got her vibrator out of her bedside table and masturbated. Her cares of the day melted away as she did it and once finished she drifted off to sleep.
When she awoke and stretched in bed Erica thought of the wetting accident of the previous day as some sort of dream; it felt like one. Once she realized it wasn’t she also remembered her attempts to monitor what was going on downstairs. She quickly flipped back the sheet, sat up, spread her legs and looked between her still naked crotch. She was completely dry and so was the bed under her.
She readied herself, dressing in a black top and grey pants, and went to work, careful not to drink any coffee. Justin met her as they were going to their cubicles.
“You didn’t come back from lunch yesterday, did you?” he said. “Anything wrong?”
“Oh, no, I just must have ate something that disagreed with me because I felt a little nauseous,” Erica replied, smiling. “Molly drove me home.”
“Well, I hope you feel better today,” said Justin.
And she did feel better. Erica did her usual routine, staying mainly at her cubicle and finishing up aspects of the account on which she was currently working. She kept off the coffee throughout the morning and was surprised that she didn’t miss it. Her happiness at realizing she didn’t have any sort of bladder control problem buoyed her spirits.
Right before lunchtime she was saving her work when she felt warmth in her crotch area. With horror she realized she was wetting again! She looked down quickly at her crotch and saw the dark stain spreading and tried to clench her pee muscles to stop it but it wouldn’t stop; she could feel the urine coming out this time but she could do absolutely nothing to stop it. Panicking she bolted up to her feet, knocking her wheeled chair back to hit into that of Bill, the co-worker in the cubicle in back of her. He turned around.
“What happened?” he said, startled. Thinking quickly, still looking at her sopping wet crotch and the huge stain on her chair, Erica improvised.
“Oh, I spilled my drink,” she said, indicating the cup of juice she had on her desk. Quickly, she grabbed a binder and put it over herself to shield the stain from anyone. She smiled at Bill and walked as quickly as she could to Molly’s office. Molly might be annoyed to hear that this had happened again but even if she was at least Molly had a closed office. Erica knocked and entered.
Shaking, Erica said, “Molly, you’re going to kill me, but it happened again.”
“What happened again?” asked Molly.
“I peed my pants again at my desk. My chair’s ruined.”
“Oh my, again? Did it happen yesterday after you left?”
“Huh uh. I thought it was just a freak thing but it happened again. Look at me, I’m soaked!,” she said, almost on the verge of tears, and removed the binder to show Molly her sopping wet crotch, the urine spreading down both pant legs. “I didn’t bring any change of clothes and I took the bus again today.”
“Oh, my, I’m sorry,” consoled Molly. “Do you want me to take you home again?” Erica detected a slight annoyance in Molly’s voice but assented, still shaking a bit. Molly added, “I suppose I’ll bring your chair in my office when I get back. I sent the one from yesterday out to be cleaned and I’ll probably have to send that one as well.”
Erica felt extremely embarrassed as Molly, her supervisor, drove her home with wet pants for the second day in a row. She felt like a kid being driven by an adult, even though Molly was only 30. As Molly dropped her off she said, “You might want to think about trying to deal with this problem.” She definitely sounded a bit annoyed and more like a supervisor and it only increased Erica’s embarrassment and shame. She agreed and went into her apartment where she again showered and got into fresh clothing.
Erica sat and felt stunned that her wetting had happened again. She was at a loss to explain why she had wet again when she hadn’t wet in 24 hours. Perhaps it had something to do with the stress of work. Erica considered these things as she went through the remainder of her afternoon. She knew that if she didn’t wet herself at home that it was a situational problem that could probably be corrected.
After dinner Erica was washing the dishes when she felt the warmth again in her crotch and her jeans being soaked. Horrified, she looked down, saw the stain spreading and tried again to stop the flow with zero success. The urine flowed free. Erica slumped to the floor and started crying a little bit. Without question she had some kind of bladder control problem and she now had to try and deal with it. Of course the most important thing was making sure that she stopped wetting her pants and expensive chairs at work. So that meant she would have to wear a pad on in her panties to absorb the urine when she wet.
Erica went to her bathroom cupboard. She usually wore tampons for her period but had a box of thin maxi pads which she used from time to time. Looking at them she realized that they definitely wouldn’t be enough for the urine flows she had been having but she thought a thicker maxi pad might work for her. She didn’t have any so she would have to go to the drugstore. In order to be safe than sorry, Erica took two of the thin maxis out of the box and tucked them into the crotch of her panties before going to the drugstore where she purchased a package of thick period pads. Once home she took one out and stuck it to her underwear crotch and pulled it up. She felt pretty secure and went about the rest of her day trying to forget the wettings she had been having and hoping she wouldn’t have more, even though that didn’t seem possible.
Later in the evening she was watching a reality show when she felt a little warmth again between her legs. She quickly stood up and of course tried to stop the flow but when she was predictably unsuccessful she waited to see if the maxi pad would work. It absorbed most of the urine but a some still seeped over onto her panties. At least this was encouraging. She resolved to wear two maxis when she went to work the following day.
Learning her lesson, Erica drove to work in the morning with two maxis on top of each other in her crotch. She could feel the bulk between her legs and it was a bit uncomfortable but if they worked she would be fine. She had only wet a bit overnight as she hadn’t drank much and the one maxi she was wearing while sleeping caught it. She had looked at her butt in the mirror and was thankful that the two maxis weren’t visible at all. It would be quite embarrassing if someone checked out her ass (which she could feel guys doing all the time as she walked downtown) and saw a strange bulk!
Still wary and a little depressed about the reality of having a slight bladder control problem, Erica got to work at her cubicle, again fending off questions from Justin about her having left early the previous day. If he ever found out that she had been wetting she would drop dead of embarrassment!
An hour into her work day Erica was sitting on her new chair (Molly had gotten one for her) and felt the warmth again but stayed seated as she felt the pads expanding a little bit to absorb the urine. However, her flow wouldn’t stop and, looking down, she realized with horror that the pads weren’t enough, that urine was seeping through and around both pads and through her beige pants onto her new chair! She bolted up and once again knocked her chair into Bill’s.
Looking around at Bill’s startled expression, her mouth agape, Erica said “Holy Sugar, I spilled my juice again! Two days in a row!”.
“Really?” asked Bill, obviously puzzled. “I didn’t hear your cup fall and it’s not on the floor.”
“Oh, um . . . “ Erica stammered. “I picked it up right away. It just fell in my lap.” And before she could be quizzed further she picked up a binder and made her way down the hall, intending to go to the bathroom. Since it was a unisex bathroom, Justin was on his way to it as well and gave her a smile as he ducked in. Realizing she couldn’t go in, Erica instead skittered once again to Molly’s office, knocked and entered.
“Molly, I’m sorry,” she said. “I know this is going to sound ridiculous, but it happened again. My chair’s a little soaked.”
“Again?!?” snapped Molly, clearly agitated.
Erica stepped back, stunned at this exclamation from someone she thought of as a work friend, her mouth agape.
“Look,” said Molly, “I know we’re friends but a) I’m your supervisor and you’re an adult. I’d think an adult woman would take whatever steps she had to take to make sure she didn’t fucking Pee herself in public. That’s three chairs you’ve soiled in three days. Didn’t you wear anything?”
Erica was shocked at this outburst and stammered “Uh . . . um . . . yeah, Molly, I did. I wore two maxi pads and even they didn’t do the trick. Look.” She was in the act of opening her zipper to show Molly that she was in fact wearing pads when Molly stopped her by raising her hand in a halting motion.
“Don’t”, said Molly. “I believe you and I’m sorry for snapping at you. Look, I know I’m not your mom or your sister or your aunt or anything, but you might want to think about trying to use something more. And that’s all I’m going to say about it. You probably want me to drive you home, right?”
“Oh, no,” Erica said. “I actually did bring a change of clothes and I’m going to get them out of my car. I’m sorry to bother you.” With that she slinked out of Molly’s office, got her fresh pants and underpants from her car and changed in the stall, putting two more pads into her crotch. Too embarrassed to bother Molly again right away, she slid a plastic bag furtively under her butt and sat on her stained chair until the day was over (with only one wetting which was minimal due to lack of drinking and which the pads absorbed). Before leaving she sheepishly rolled the chair into Molly’s office, enduring Molly’s reproving stare.
Erica then drove home, changed and cried. Instead of tempting the ruination of another pair of pants she just wore her underpants stuffed with two maxis and put a plastic bag on her couch to protect it. She couldn’t believe this was happening to her. She was a popular, absolutely gorgeous young woman and always had been. The idea of wetting her pants like some little girl shamed her very much.
After dinner she called Jessica, her confidante to whom she could tell anything that was going on in her life. They had known each other since middle school and had enjoyed growing up and being fabulously gorgeous together. She gave her an update on her wetting situation and asked what she should do.
“Oh, honey, I feel so bad for you,” consoled Jessica. “I know how bad you must feel and how embarrassed you are. I’m going to be honest with you. It sounds like you might be incontinent.”
“I know,” said Erica, almost sobbing. “I know it, I just can’t believe it. I’m only 26, for crying out loud. I’ve known that it was more than likely that I would become incontinent at some point but I wasn’t figuring that to happen until I was in my seventies or eighties. I’m a young girl and I’m peeing my pants like I’m an old lady!”
“So you wore the maxi pads and they didn’t really work out?” asked Jessica.
“Well, they caught some but overall they didn’t seem to work well at all. I keep seeing these commercials for Poise Pads and they say that they’re made specifically for bladder weakness and are better for it than period pads. Maybe I could get some.”
Jessica paused for a few moments and then continued speaking very seriously and without any humor. “Erica,” she said, “from what you’ve told me I’m not sure that any kind of pads would really work for you. I know that’s what you’d like to wear but I’m not sure that’s what you should wear. I’m telling you this as your best friend.”
“What do you mean?” Erica asked, a little puzzled.
Jessica paused and said, “I mean you might have to try something a little more . . . substantial.”
“Like what?” said a confused Erica.
Again Jessica paused, obviously about to say something that was a little uncomfortable for her. “You might have to consider wearing diapers,” she said.
In the silence that followed, Erica tried to take in what Jessica had just told her. All she stammer out was “Diapers? . . . what do you mean . . . diapers?”
“I’m talking about adult diapers, Erica,” said Jessica. “You might have to wear adult diapers.”
Erica simply couldn’t process the idea. Since her wetting incidents had begun over two days prior the word “diaper” hadn’t entered her mind, not even for a second. To Erica, diapers were for babies and really old people. She knew that adult diapers existed but had never seen what one looked like.
“You’ve got to be kidding,” she finally said. “I’m fucking 26 years old, not 76. And I’m not a baby! Why the hell would I wear diapers?”
“Because I honestly believe that’s what you need, given what you’ve told me,” said Jessica, still very serious. “Sure, you’re 26 years old but you’re a 26 year old who is wetting herself and ruining her pants and chairs at the office. You need to wear something that’s going to absorb it and obviously maxi pads or any six-inch-long pad isn’t going to do the trick. Adult diapers would cover your whole crotch area and you probably wouldn’t even have to worry about leakage. And they work no matter what position you’re in. I don’t know how long this incontinence is going to last for you but you have to wear something for it. You have to wear diapers.”
“But I don’t want to,” said Erica.
“Well you’re going to have to,” said Jessica, clearly getting a little impatient with her friend’s stubbornness. “I’m your friend and I know that the idea is a little disgusting and weird for you, but you’re going to have to go back to wearing diapers.”
Even though Erica wasn’t sold at all by the idea, the sincerity of her friend who had never done wrong by her made her consider it. It was a scary idea, the thought of wearing a diaper like a baby, but Jessica’s explanations of how they could help her made Erica stop her complaining and at least listen to what Jessica had to say. “Okay, so you say I should wear diapers,” she said. “How do I get them?”
“You can get them at any drugstore,” said Jessica.
“How the hell do you know so much about adult diapers?” asked Erica. “Have you worn them or something?”
“I haven’t worn them but I know someone who has,” said Jessica.
“Who?”
“Uh, she made me swear I would never tell anyone but given your circumstance I’ll tell you. But you have to swear. She’d kill me if she found out I told anyone.” Erica swore and Jessica continued. “You know Karen from my work? You met her a few times at my house.” Erica said she did; Karen was a gorgeous 27-year-old blonde who had gotten married two years prior. “You know she had a kid last year, right?” continued Jessica. “Well, after she had him she lost her bladder control. It was something to do with her bladder muscles or something. Anyway, it was bad, probably almost as bad as yours. She had to wear adult diapers for over half a year until her problem went away. She was humiliated but she wore them because she had to and that’s what I think you should do.”
Erica paused and thought it over. Still not completely sold, she decided to ask Jessica more about it. “So you can just get them at the drugstore?” she asked.
“Yes. They have an aisle for incontinence. They have a bunch of different types of bladder control products. I know because I picked up some for Karen once. But I’m going to tell you something. You’ve probably seen commercials for stuff called protective underwear, right? It’s the stuff that Depend makes that goes on just like a panty, you step into it. They say it’s real silent and stuff. They advertise the Sugar out of it all the time. Other companies make it as well. Have you seen it?”
Erica said she vaguely recalled a couple commercials for it.
“Don’t get it,” said Jessica.
“Why?” asked Erica.
“Because it doesn’t work,” said Jessica. “It was the first thing Karen tried when she realized pads weren’t enough. Of course she got it because it you just put it on like you’re putting on underpants and pull it up. And it’s made of a cloth-like material that is pretty silent. But the pad doesn’t hold much and the way it’s made doesn’t allow for you to get a good fit. You can’t adjust the seal around your legs to fit you. You only have what it gives you. Karen tried them and leaked all over the place. One time she went to a dinner for her husband’s company wearing the protective underwear and leaked all over her new dress. Her husband’s boss noticed it before Karen did and they left completely ashamed. It was disgusting. The dress was completely ruined and Karen called me crying.”
“Oh, my,” said Erica, horrified at the idea.
“Yeah, that’s why you shouldn’t get the protective underwear under any circumstances.”
“Well what should I get?”
“It’s called fitted briefs or just briefs. You might not find many brands of it because the protective underwear is so popular. But it’s like night and day, Karen said. She wore them after the protective underwear failed on her.”
“Well what’s the difference?”
“Fitted briefs are just like diapers. They don’t call them diapers because they don’t want to make it seem like an adult is wearing a diaper. Calling it a brief makes it sound like underwear.”
“Really? I’ve never even heard of them. I mean, I knew that adult diapers existed but I thought they were something special that was only used in nursing homes or something.”
“Huh uh. You can get them in any drugstore. You’ve got a bunch of different brands to pick from.”
“Well, you said protective underwear goes on like a panty. How are the fitted briefs different?”
“Because they go on just like a baby’s diaper. You don’t wear underwear with it. You know how a baby diaper is just one strip that you have to fold around the bottom and fasten at the hips? Adult briefs are just like that. You bring up into your crotch and meet the two sides at your hips and it has two or three tapes on each side that you use to fasten it. And I know you’re not going to want to hear this but it pretty much looks, feels and sounds just like a baby diaper. I’m going to be honest with you, but it’s pretty bulky.”
Erica heard these last few things with growing horror. The idea of wearing something around her hips and butt that was just like a baby diaper wasn’t something she wanted to do.
“I’ve got to be honest with you, Jess,” said Erica. “I mean, I know you say that this is something I should wear and a little piece of me is starting to agree with you but wearing an adult-sized baby diaper isn’t something I want to do.”
“But you have to. Do you want to keep pissing your pants?” retorted Jessica.
“Of course not. I don’t want to argue,” said Erica and paused. “Well how did Karen deal with it?”
“She was completely humiliated like I expect you’re going to be,” said Jessica. “Once she started wearing them she called me up crying and saying that she felt like a baby. She was changing her son’s diapers and she was wearing one too. So she said that she often went from her son’s changing table to her bed to change her own diaper and her bed more or less became her own changing table. Her husband was really good about it and she said he even changed her diaper for her sometimes.”
“What about when she went out?”
“Well, she was on maternity leave for most of the time she was incontinent but when she came back to work she usually wore loose-fitting pants or a skirt. Of course I could see and hear her diaper clearly because I knew she was wearing one and a couple other people saw it too because I heard them gossiping about it in the break room. I’m not going to lie to you. Wearing an adult diaper isn’t easy. It isn’t form fitting and they are really loud.” She laughed a little and Erica tried to join in even though her stomach was roiling. “But you have to wear them. Please tell me you’ll consider it. I’d hate to have you embarrass yourself anymore at work or anywhere else.”
Erica felt a great bond of friendship between herself and Jessica and realized how much her friend cared for her. If anyone else had presented the idea of wearing diapers to her, Erica would have rather lose her job than wear them. But knowing that Jessica cared for her and knew what was best for her, Erica had to admit that Jessica’s rationale was right.
“Okay, I’m going to consider it, I really am,” said Erica. “I’m not completely sold. You know how stubborn I am. It’s going to be tough at work but I might need to try them like you say. I might go tonight or tomorrow to get some.”
“Great,” said Jessica. “Let me know how it goes for you, honey.”
Erica hung up and sat trying to process the conversation she had just had. Her best friend had just suggested that she wear diapers as if she was a baby. Erica knew that her incontinence situation was bad but could she actually wear something that would be so totally embarrassing and evident to anyone who saw her? She recalled the various commercials for tampons she had seen over the last few years which stressed the advantage of tampons over maxi pads. A girl in the ad said that when she wore a pad she had the “weird sensation she was wearing a diaper.” This was followed by a shot of a baby crawling around in a diaper. Erica wore maxi pads full time in her teens and did feel that they were like diapers and now, as she thought of her present condition, she got a shock realizing that she might soon be wearing a real diaper.
As she thought over all the possibly embarrassing scenarios she would have to go through at work, on the bus and with friends Erica became increasingly nervous and jittery. Again she felt the warmth in her crotch and looked down to the unstoppable, heavy flow of urine. She was just wearing panties and the two pads stuffed inside were completely soaked within five seconds. She rushed to the bathroom, bolted down her panties, plopped down on the toilet and tried to get what urine she could in the basin. Afterwards she added the soaked panties to the growing pile of yellow, possibly ruined underwear in her hamper.
She knew that she had to get diapers but what remained now was actually going to the drugstore to buy them. This was a prospect that filled her with extreme dread and as she thought about how it would go she started shaking. It was already 7:30 and the stores probably closed at 9:00 and Erica knew that she wouldn’t be able to compose herself in that amount of time. She resolved to go the next day before work. She spent the rest of the evening sitting again in her panties and pads and frequently wetting and then went to bed.
Upon waking Erica once again tried to make herself believe that the last three days had just been part of some dream. But looking at her soaked crotch brought her back to reality. She had to leave for work in an hour but she also had to get diapers before then; she could not under any circumstances report to work wearing the pads. Once again the thoughts of how it would go at the drugstore caused her to shake and she realized that she couldn’t do it within an hour. So the only option was to call off work.
Feeling horrible, she called Molly. “Molly, I’m having a lot of problems, as you know,” she said. “I’m going to have to call off work today.”
Molly was clearly peeved and wasn’t nice or reassuring as Erica had known her to be. She just icily said “Okay, I’ll talk to you tomorrow” and that was the end of the conversation. Erica couldn’t get too worried about Molly’s attitude because she had such a stressful day ahead without worrying about her boss.
She dressed, putting on her usual pad and panty combination. Still feeling sick she got in her car. She was positive she couldn’t go to her usual drugstore; she knew the regular cashiers and it was also possible she would run into someone she knew. Drugstores to her were repositories of extremely embarrassing products. Her local drugstore was where she purchased less embarrassing products such as tampons, pads and such. But whenever she needed to buy something that was a little more intimate she knew she had to go at least one town away. Erica defined “embarrassing products” as anything that went in her pussy or up her ass (tampons didn’t count because they were essential items). Two years prior she had gotten on an alternative health kick and had bought an enema bag at a drugstore in the neighboring town (she had also received a couple colonics during that time and through this process she discovered a slight enema fetish). It was definitely the most embarrassing product she had ever bought and anytime she bought embarrassing items she made sure before she went back to the aisles that the cashier was a woman, preferably an older woman. She couldn’t bear the idea of buying something really intimate from some younger guy. When she bought the enema bag the cashier was a woman in her 60s and she had even joked with Erica, saying “I remember these when I was younger. Have fun!” Erica had playfully said “Oh, I will” and, smiling, turned around and patted her bum as she left. She had been at ease with the cashier and now pulled into the parking lot of that same store, hoping the woman would still be working at it.
Shaking a little Erica entered the store and looked at the counter. It was the same woman! However, her embarrassment at buying diapers stopped her from being elated. She would rather buy another enema bag, five enema bottles, ten douches, a tube of Vagisil, a laxative and a big box of suppositories than buy one pack of diapers! Still, she tried to control herself from shaking as she made her way back to the aisles. Looking on the plaques above the aisles she found the one that said “Incontinence.” Mercifully, no one else was in the aisle.
Erica went down the aisle and looked at the huge amount of bladder control supplies. She couldn’t believe that it was such a big market. If this much stuff was sold for incontinence, was it possible that people she knew wore bladder pads or even diapers? She saw several brands of “protective underwear” and picked them up to look at them but heeding Jessica’s advice she put them down and went to the end of the aisle where she saw several larger packages of fitted briefs. She was mortified to find that they were all packaged just like baby diapers, in the same type of packaging. She definitely knew the brand Depend; people pretty much called all adult diapers “Depends” and made jokes about old people crapping in their Depends and such. She didn’t want to buy them because the cashier would definitely know the brand.
So she picked up a neighboring package of Abri-Form X-Plus Briefs and looked at it. For a minute she looked at the features it had and it described how it had maximum absorbency and such. Satisfied, Erica took a package of the medium size and, looking around to make sure she didn’t run into anyone, headed for the checkout.
As she rounded the corner of the aisle and looked at the cashier she was horrified to find that the old lady was gone, replaced with a guy in his 20s! What was more, she found him cute! Erica now was almost convinced that this whole terrible week was some kind of joke on her or a comeuppance for something bad she had done. What was she going to do now? She retreated into an aisle. She couldn’t leave without buying them; she needed them for sure. So she thought up a cover in case she should be asked about them. She would say she was buying them for her grandma who was housebound. Summoning what reserves she had Erica went up to stand in line behind the one person the cashier was servicing, hiding the package in front of her legs so no one else would see it. When she got up to the cashier she tried to smile and greet him as he smiled and said “Hi”, obviously phased by her good looks. Reluctantly she plopped the package down on the counter and he picked it up and scanned it. It didn’t scan! He tried it three times and it still wouldn’t register.
“Damn,” he said. “It won’t scan. I’m going to have to get a price check.”
“Oh, that’s okay,” said Erica, sweating. “I’ll just take them back.” But before she could even get that out the cashier had gotten on the intercom.
“Carol,” he said, his voice booming throughout the store. “I need a price check on Abri-Form, uh . . .” he turned to Erica and said “What are these miss?”
“Um . . . they’re . . . uh . . . adult briefs,” said a shaking Erica.
“What’s that?” asked the cashier.
“Uh . . . I mean . . . they’re diapers . . . adult diapers. I’m buying them for my grandma,” she said unconvincingly, trying to smile.
The cashier’s voice boomed out again. “Carol, they’re Abri-Form X-Plus adult diapers. Look in the incontinence area.” To Erica he said, “It’ll be a moment.” While they waited, several more people lined up behind Erica. Turning around she saw that they were also young people, one a college-aged girl. The girl sneered at her.
“Damn, you wear diapers?” she said.
Still shaking, Erica replied, “Uh . . . of course not . . . I’m 26 . . . they’re for my grandma.” The girl just laughed.
“Well, you might be saying they’re for your grandma,” she said, giggling, “but your pants are sayin’ somethin’ different.” She pointed at Erica’s bottom. Erica looked down and couldn’t believe what she witnessed. She was peeing her pants and, as usual, the pads hadn’t held up. A dark stain was spreading all through the crotch of her jeans. She felt ready to throw up as the other patrons started giggling as well, joined by the cashier. Carol finally came up to the register and said “John, they’re $15.85.”
“Thanks,” said John. “I think she’s going to need them quickly.” Erica stuffed a twenty into his hand and he gave her the change. She accepted it, tears starting to stream down her face. John seemed taken aback. He said, placating, “You know, you can go in the restroom in back and put one on if you want and clean up.”
Unable to speak, Erica just shook her head, got her change and bolted for the door. She didn’t even remember the car ride home and when she got in the door she stripped her bottom naked of the wet clothes and bent over the toilet, vomiting. As she vomited she felt warm fluid on the back of her legs and looked around to see that she was peeing again, a gush of urine pouring out onto the bathroom floor. Disgusted, she mopped it up.
Erica sat for a while but ultimately knew it was time to try the diapers. She was 26 and shouldn’t be wearing them but the fact was that she was a fully incontinent woman with no bladder control. She removed her clothes and as she sat her underpants down she had a strange sense of finality about it, as if her future underpants wouldn’t be silky and lacy but puffy and crinkly. She took a shower, thoroughly cleansing her vagina. Still naked, she went to her bed where she had sat the package. She opened it and pulled out a brief and looked at it as it was folded. It was even bigger and more babylike than she had ever imagined; it looked exactly like a baby diaper that was folded. And it was thick, ridiculously so. When she unfolded it, hearing the plastic crinkle, she was startled at how big it was. Was this supposed to fit around her pretty little ass? She had to admit that it looked very absorbent as the padding was very fluffy.
Erica had changed several babies’ diapers as a kid, including her younger sister’s. She now had to remember how it worked but apply it to herself! Laying down seemed the best way to do it. She spread the diaper out on her bed and sat her butt in the middle of it, feeling the cushiony fluff against her skin. She reached between her legs for the front of the diaper, laid down on her back and pulled the front up snug against her vagina.
Putting her legs together she felt the bulk of it between them. She spread the front panel over her midsection and worked with the front and back to get the sides even. This procedure was surprisingly easy for her. Erica then pulled the back tape areas up and carefully pulled out first the bottom tapes and then the top ones and fastened them to the front of the diaper, giving herself a fit that was comfortable but tight enough. Once done she patted herself over the diaper, adjusting where it needed to be adjusted. She then sat up and got off the bed.
Immediately she felt just how bulky it was between her legs. She tried to walk and ended up doing more of a waddle. As she walked the crinkliness became apparent. With every breath she took the diaper made noise and she was reminded of how baby diapers crinkled. Feeling mortified, Erica looked at herself in her full-length mirror. She looked like a baby! Turning around she saw the bagginess in the butt area which, along with the gathers of plastic, made her butt look just like a diapered baby’s butt. The butt padding puffed out about three inches from her body.
She realized that this situation was even worse than she had ever imagined. She was not only going to have to wear diapers but it was clear that they would probably be evident to anyone with whom she came into contact. Erica knew she wouldn’t be able to hide the sheer bulk of it. She sat down on her bed and cried a little, feeling her new diapered reality crinkle between her legs.
CHAPTER 2 – GOING OUT

When she felt better, Erica hoisted herself once more to her feet and felt the unnatural bulk of the diaper around her midsection. It was a very odd feeling for her. Considering that she might feel differently if she was dressed, Erica put on a bra and t-shirt and instinctively went for her underwear drawer before realizing that she couldn’t wear underwear anymore. Instead she got a pair of sweatpants and put them on over her diaper. She then went about her normal morning business of making breakfast. Walking around her kitchen, she heard and felt the crinkling of the diaper.

About a half hour after she had diapered herself, Erica was standing at her kitchen counter when she felt the warmth in her crotch once more. She was urinating in a diaper for the first time since she had gotten out of diapers as a baby! However, unlike what she had been experiencing for the past four days, the urine didn’t spread down her legs but was absorbed by the padding of the diaper so that she only felt the warmth in the area of her crotch and not on her legs. As she was peeing Erica quickly pulled down her sweatpants and leaned down to look at her crotch. She saw the diaper turning yellow. When she was finished she went to look at the diaper in her mirror and saw that a yellow patch spread through her crotch area. However, she didn’t want to take off the diaper and throw it away as it still had a lot of absorbable material. So she pulled her sweatpants back up and went on her way with a slightly more swollen feeling in her crotch from where the padding of the diaper swelled with urine. It was a very strange feeling and quite unpleasant but Erica’s frugal nature wouldn’t allow her to just take off a half-used diaper and throw it away. Plus, she knew that when she went back to work she wouldn’t be able to go to the bathroom to change every time she wet herself. So she might as well give a diaper a workout.

Considering that Erica now had a full day free to herself, she decided to get some work done around the apartment. She cleaned for a while and then permitted herself to sit and watch some of the daytime programming she usually missed due to her job. An hour and a half after her first wetting, as she was sitting watching a soap opera and finishing eating, her diaper got its second filling. A river of urine gushed from her pussy but Erica didn’t feel any urge at all. Her reflexes (and the embarrassing chair-wetting incidents of the past few days) made her want to stand up when this started but Erica mastered it and forced herself to sit still, wanting to make sure her diaper would be able to absorb as she sat.

Again she felt a huge expansion of the absorbent material between her legs. When she stopped urinating Erica stood up and went to her bathroom to examine herself. She had a little leak in the crotch and a very small rivulet of urine had run down her leg and spotted her sweatpants. It wasn’t much and Erica chalked it up to her being a beginner at diapering herself and not being able to tape up the diaper in a completely secure fashion.

However, the diaper itself was quite soaked. Looking and feeling between her legs and around to her butt, Erica found that the diaper was quite swollen with urine; it even extended up towards her abdomen. She had peed a lot and yet the diaper still absorbed it! She still didn’t want to take it off and got a new pair of sweatpants, finished eating and went back to cleaning. The feeling of the wet diaper was even more strange during this time and as she walked around her apartment Erica had a sense memory of when she was an infant in diapers. She had very vague recollections of those times and the feeling of the crinkly, wet diaper brought them back just for a second. However, she didn’t want to cultivate that idea and shrugged it off.

After another hour of chores and a small pee which Erica didn’t feel (but it must have happened since the padding swelled a bit more) Erica made the decision to make her first trip out of the apartment in a diaper. Even though she was scared and unsure about this new thing she was a strong-willed person and she knew that she would have to test herself a bit in public before she could face going to work diapered. She needed to go to the supermarket anyway so that seemed like the best destination.

Realizing that she couldn’t go out in such a wet diaper, Erica went back to her bedroom, spread out a towel on her bed, took off her shirt and sweatpants and sat down on the towel in her soaked “brief”. She undid the four tapes, opened the diaper and slipped it from between her legs. It was quite soaked on the inside and a huge yellow stain spread over most of the padding. Erica rolled it up and taped it (just like she had done to many a baby diaper during her teen babysitting years) and threw it in the garbage.

She got a washcloth, wetted it with warm water and used it to clean her crotch and surrounding areas of urine. Erica then went to the open package of Abri-Form and selected a fresh diaper, went back to her bed and put the towel further up so she could lie on it. As she opened the diaper she once again felt shame and fear. Was this going to be her new routine – putting herself in diapers like she was an adult baby? Erica shrugged it off, placed her bum on the spread diaper, laid back, pulled the front snugly against her genitals and taped it up, trying to make it a little tighter this time to prevent leaks. As she crinkled herself back to her feet she again felt a little shame.

Erica now had to decide what to wear over it. Jeans seemed like the best idea so she got a pair and worked them up over the diaper. It was a tight fit since the diaper added a huge bulk to her midsection. After zipping them up Erica walked around her bedroom, trying to hear the crinkle. It was immediately apparent to her. She could hear the plastic of the diaper crinkling all over but of course it was slightly muffled. This she expected but that didn’t give her any comfort. Erica then went to her full-length mirror and examined herself. She noticed a definite bulge all around, especially in her butt area. How would she ever wear this to work?

Erica reasoned with herself that if a person didn’t know she was wearing a diaper, it would be difficult for them to notice it. She knew this was just her fooling herself but she had to tell herself something or she wouldn’t be able to make it out the door. As she took up her purse and was about to go out the door Erica’s momentary confidence failed her again and she got the jitters. She was an absolutely gorgeous 26-year-old woman, a young girl, and she was preparing to go to the store in a diaper.

Slowly she mastered herself and made her way to her car and then to the supermarket. Trying to walk without any kind of waddle, Erica made her way around the aisles, putting her items into a shopping cart. She could feel the bulk of the diaper around her ass and thought that every person who went behind her would notice it as well, so she was careful to maneuver herself so that she was never really near to anyone else and when she was she tried to be facing away from them.

As she was roaming through the aisles trying to think of anything she had missed, Erica came upon a section which had just this morning caused her so much grief in the drug store in the next town – the incontinence section. She had never noticed it before in this store but it did indeed have a section for incontinence products, albeit a smaller one than she had encountered this morning. Erica stopped and looked around to make sure she was alone in that area.

Considering that she was now a diapered adult, Erica reasoned that she might as well become familiar with the different diapers and she looked at the brands available. Most were the protective underwear about which Jessica had warned her. Also available was a large selection of Poise Pads and even a washable cloth panty with pad inserts. Erica found two brand of “briefs” (she laughed at the fact that they were called “briefs” when they were in fact large-sized baby diapers) – Depend and Attends, the latter of which she hadn’t heard of before. Curious, Erica picked up the pack of Attends and looked at the back at the leakage control and absorbency features.

“Sucks, doesn’t it?” said a voice to her side. Erica physically jumped a little bit and looked to her right, reflexively throwing the Attends back onto the shelf. A woman was standing beside her, a quite attractive woman who was perhaps in her late forties.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” she said, smiling. “I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“Oh, that’s okay, no worries,” said Erica, regaining her ability to speak after having her breath catch in her throat. “I’m sorry, what did you say?”

“I just said it sucks, being in this aisle, having to be in this aisle, doesn’t it?” said the woman.

“Oh, yeah . . . yeah, I know what you mean,” said Erica, stammering. “But . . . but I’m not . . . these aren’t mine . . . I mean I’m not . . . they’re for my . . . my gran . . . my grandma.”

The woman smiled. “You don’t have to be nervous or make up stuff,” she said. “I know how it is. I said the exact same things you are when it started for me.”

Erica was completely taken aback. “Oh, oh, you mean you . . . you’re . . . . “ she mumbled.

“Incontinent? Yes, afraid so. Gotta keep myself in pads.” The woman then reached over and got a package of Poise Pads from the shelf. “So what are you getting, if you don’t mind my asking?”

Erica was extremely embarrassed to even be talking about this. She couldn’t even bring herself to say it so she just stammered again. “Oh, the . . . um . . . .”

“Underwear?” the woman finished.

“Oh, um, no . . . the . . . um . . . . “

“Are you getting the big boys?” the woman asked in a surprised manner.

“The what?”

The woman lowered her voice to a whisper. “Are . . . are you buying . . . do you wear . . . diapers?” When she said “diapers” her voice was almost conspiratorial. "I belong to an online group and we all call the diapers 'big boys'. I know, it's silly."

Erica was turning red before the woman. “Uh . . . ummm . . . yeah, but I’m not buying any today. I’m just looking,” she said.

The woman took a quick look at Erica’s butt. “Oh, yeah, I can see it a bit,” she said. Erica turned even redder.

“You can?” she said, louder than she wanted to. “Is it real bulky?”

“Oh, no, it’s not that bulky, trust me. My name’s Claire.”

“Oh, I’m . . . um . . . Erica.”

“If you don’t mind my asking, how long have you, you know, been back in diapers?” She was whispering again. Erica was still embarrassed but the woman seemed nice.

“This is actually my first day. I . . . um . . . just became incontinent this week.”

“Really? And it’s bad enough that you had to use the big boys?”

“Um . . . yep. I don’t have any control and can’t even feel it, really.”

“Wow, I really feel bad for you. I only started leaking last year and it doesn’t even happen to me that often, just on occasion, mainly when I laugh or cough. I started using pads back then but it hasn’t been bad enough for me to even move up to the underwear. But wait, how old are you? You look like you’re only a teenager, not some old crow like me.”

Erica said, “I’m 26.”

“Are you kidding? And you’re incontinent? I’m 49 and I was even mad to have it happen to me at my age. Have you been to a doctor?”

“I haven’t yet. I’ve been too busy pissing myself,” Erica joked and smiled.

“So you’ve had a lot of accidents and finally decided to, you know, go back into diapers?” said Claire, whispering again when saying “diapers”.

“Yep,” said Erica and as she said it she felt the warmth around her pussy once again and knew she was wetting herself. She instinctively paused and looked down. Claire caught the look.

“Oh my, are you having an accident right now?” she said.

Erica turned red again and said “Yep”. She started to tear up a bit and felt ultra-ashamed at standing in front of a woman who looked like a teacher and wetting her diaper.

“Oh, honey, it’s okay. You don’t have to feel bad. I’m going to give you my number and you call me if you need anything. Advice, a listening ear, whatever.”

Erica was silenced by her embarrassment and so just gave the woman her cell phone and the woman plugged in her number.

“You take good care of yourself, honey, okay?” she said, turning her cart and walking away. Erica, in a wet diaper again, knew she couldn’t do anymore shopping and turned for the checkout.

As she waited in line she heard a kid’s voice behind her, a kid who couldn’t have been more than five.

“Mommy, why is that lady wearing a diaper?” he said. Erica felt extreme shock.

“Billy, hush,” said the kid’s mom in a whisper. “She’s not wearing a diaper.” She then looked at Erica. “I’m sorry. Kids!” she said.

Erica said, “Oh, it’s okay.”

“But Mommy,” said Billy innocently, “I can see it. She’s wearing a diaper like I used to but don’t have to anymore. It leaked a bit on her pants. Look.”

Erica involuntarily looked down at herself, thus giving herself away. Just as the boy said, a dark patch was on her jeans but of course it was nothing compared to what she had experienced the past few days undiapered. Turning scarlet, Erica moved up to put her groceries on the conveyor belt.

“Billy, you shut up right now or I’m giving you a spanking when we get home, do you hear me?” said the mom, furious. “I’m so sorry for him, miss.”

“But why is she wearing one? I just wanna know,” said Billy.

“Okay, that’s it, you’re in trouble,” said the mom.

Erica didn’t want the kid to get hit on her account so even though she was mega-embarrassed she managed to stammer out, “Really, it’s okay.” She then paid quickly and got the hell out.

Driving back home she felt waves of embarrassment and shame wash over her. Was this how it was going to be whenever she went out – people noticing her diapers? If so she didn’t know how she was going to go to work. She knew she couldn’t call in sick the next day.

She had no intention of calling Claire but the lady was nice enough. It was somewhat reassuring to meet someone else going through the same thing although Erica’s problem was probably 50 times worse than Claire’s.

When she got home Erica took off her slightly stained jeans and looked at her wet diaper. She was so frustrated that instead of changing into a fresh one she just ripped the current one off and threw herself in a hot bath to wash herself off and lick her wounds. What a horrible day.
CHAPTER 3 - PREPARING FOR WORK

After applying a fresh diaper, Erica tried to go about her intended tasks on this day off from work. After dinner she called Jessica. As soon as she answered the phone Jessica said “Well, how did it go?” As her first day back in diapers waned (and what a horrible, strange day it had been!), Erica was transitioning from disgust at her new situation to something of a sarcastic view of it. It was with this attitude that she answered her friend.

“How did it go?” she asked. “Well, let me put it to you this way. I’m a 26-year-old woman. I work at a prestigious advertising firm. In high school I was Prom Queen. I was voted Most Fuckable during our junior and senior years, right?”

“You were the Sugar, babe,” said a giggling Jessica.

“I continue to be ogled by strange men on the street and every time you and I go out to a bar I’m approached by at least three guys. I’m monetarily successful and have a nice apartment. Overall, my twenties have been pretty good to me. And at this moment I’m sitting on my couch in a yellow t-shirt, grey sweatpants under which is a huge babylike diaper which is soaked. So that’s how it’s going.”

“So you got the diapers? That’s great,” said Jessica. “I mean, it’s not great that you have to wear them but it’s good that you’re taking charge of the situation. You know what I mean.”

“It doesn’t feel too good right now, let me tell you,” said Erica. She then related to Jessica the extremely embarrassing events of the day, from pissing herself at the drug store while buying the diapers to her diaper leaking at the supermarket.

“Damn, girl,” said Jessica, surprised. “It’s like every bad thing that could happen to you with this incontinence is happening. I feel so bad for you. Karen had the same things happen the first time she went out. But she was wearing the protective underwear which wasn’t enough for her. So while she was standing in the bank she started to Pee herself and the protective underwear completely leaked all over her pants. You said you just had a little leak but it was probably because the diaper was what you needed but Karen’s pants were entirely soaked and she had to run out without getting to the teller!”

“Well, I don’t know if it can get worse than the accidents I’ve had, except when I go back to work!” said Erica. The prospect of being in her office diapered filled her with great anxiety.

“Oh, honey, I hope tomorrow goes well,” said Jessica. “I’m going to be pulling for you and I’ll come over on Saturday, okay?” With that they hung up.

Erica spent the rest of her evening washing the soiled laundry from the week and watching TV. As she got into bed and snuggled under the covers, the presence of the diaper was especially apparent between her legs. She could not find a comfortable position and rolled around for an hour and a half trying to get in the sleep zone. Finally, perhaps out of sheer exhaustion, sleep took hold of her and she was able to rest from the wearying day.

She had a dream in which she was back in the yard of her family house as a child only she was an adult. Her family was having a cookout picnic and she and her siblings were playing in the yard in the afternoon sunlight. They were spraying each other with a hose to cool off and Erica could feel the water, even in the dream. Suddenly the hose lost pressure and Erica looked down to find water squirting out of the hose tube through a gash; it had been torn. As it bubbled over the grass, Erica suddenly woke up to find a similar leak taking place between her legs. She was on her stomach in bed and could feel urine gushing from her crotch. She felt like a water balloon that had been pricked with a pin; it seemed every drop of urine in her was pouring out into the diaper. She quickly sat up, turned on her bedside lamp, pulled down her pajama bottoms and looked at her diaper. It was filling up quickly and she was still urinating. In vain she tried to stop it but no amount of squeezing could lessen the flow. After close to a minute of constant peeing she stopped. Erica put her hand between her legs and felt the sopping, expanded diaper. It was soaked all the way up the rear panel and a good distance up the front. It had leaked onto her bed but not much. Realizing that she would not be able to get back to sleep in a soaked diaper, Erica instead made this her wake-up time. She had to get up at 7:00 anyway and it was already 5:45.

Erica prepared to shower by laying out clothes for her work day. She had given some thought to the kind of pants which would be best for covering a diaper and selected a pair of loose-fitting gray slacks. She grabbed a top and set both on the bed. Then she opened her underwear drawer, grabbed a bra and a pair of socks and once again instinctively had panties in hand before realizing that her new underpants were called Abri-Form Briefs. In the space on the bed which normally was reserved for the panties she would wear, Erica placed a fresh, folded diaper from the bag.

In the bathroom she stripped herself of her sopping diaper, rolled it up and threw it away. The hot shower was soothing to her and temporarily diverted her mind from the anxiety that was to come for her at work. Considering that she still had an hour and a half before she had to leave for work, Erica realized that she didn’t want to waste another diaper before suiting up in the one she would wear for work, which she wanted to be dry. Knowing that a peeing accident was always a possibility, Erica did a bit of improvising. She went back to her bureau and selected a sturdy pair of cotton panties. She then took a bath towel from her closet, folded it up into a size that would fit between her legs and wrapped it around her crotch. Over it she pulled the panties. The look of the huge towel bulging out of her underpants was almost comedic. She had in effect created a makeshift cloth diaper.

While eating breakfast the towel was tested as Erica peed in it. It held up but soaked through. As it was time to dress for work, Erica flung the towel into her bathroom hamper and took a second quick shower to clean herself off; she didn’t want to be wet or potentially smelling whatsoever when going to work. As she taped herself into her fresh diaper on her bed, Erica was more careful than she had been the previous day to tighten the leg cuffs around her thighs. In her first day of being diapered she hadn’t been accustomed to the subtleties of using an adult diaper and had taped it together in a way which had obviously allowed for leaks. But after having changed her diaper several times she was now more aware of the ways in which the diaper worked – how it moved with her, which areas absorbed the best and which areas separated from her crotch when she walked or sat. She worked with the tapes to make the leg cuffs tight but not so tight they were uncomfortable. To measure this she got up from her bed several times and walked around the room, using trial and error to discover the correct tightness.

Satisfied, she dressed in her slacks, pulling them up over her bulky diaper. This was the moment of truth when she would know whether it was possible for her to get away with being diapered in her normal work clothes. Looking in her mirror, Erica was clearly able to notice the bulk of the diaper. Her abdomen and crotch were clearly fatter looking. The pants didn’t fit her tight but it was still apparent. Turning around she examined her bum. Again, it looked bigger than it really was. Erica was mortified but realized that she herself was noticing the diaper because she knew she was wearing it. If a stranger didn’t know she was diapered, he might not realize it. And the only way someone who wasn’t intentionally studying her bum would be aware that something other than pants and underpants were covering it would be if the sound of the diaper alerted them.

Turning off her air conditioner to get the quietest sound possible, Erica strolled around her room. She could clearly hear the crinkling of the plastic although it was muffled by the barrier of the pants. Again she felt horrible. To test it she turned on her radio to simulate the sound of people talking in an office. Walking around she felt the crinkling around her nether regions and heard it slightly but it was further muffled. She hoped that the ambient sound of computers humming and people talking in her office would drown out any diaper crinkling.

Somewhat eased, Erica dressed in the remainder of her outfit for the day. The diaper felt more odd than it had the day before, completely out of place and babyish. She didn’t feel like a businesswoman at all. Full of trepidation, she went out the door to work.

[Calico]

Uh the Abri-Forms don't leak that easily. They hold a lot because they are very thick.

[ExtraFluff]

Uh, any diaper can leak if you don't tape it on correctly and a novice like this character wouldn't be the best at it.

[Dave]

I dunno about this story, I can't put my finger on it. It just doesn't do anything for me it seems like the entire plot is she wets her pants for no reason and for no reason decides not to go to a doctor for something that could be really serious then her boss hints at the fact she should wear diapers and then her friend has another friend that is incontinent and says just get diapers don't try anything else and oh yeah you don't have to go to the doctor either cause diapers are the best cure. I know I am exaggerating a little bit but I mean there has to be a draw to the story. I am not trying to be mean it's just you wrote a hell of a lot and the whole time I was kinda feeling when is this going to be over rather than ooh whats next. You definitely have the potential to be a great writer you just have to write abdl stories in a way where the plot doesn't solely consist of diapers.

[ExtraFluff]

Okay, thanks for the criticism. I wasn't trying to make anything great, just do something that was sexually appealing to me as anyone else doing these things does. I find the idea of a grown woman having to wear diapers and the shame of it to be kind of arousing. I don't find the physiological aspects and real-world reasons for incontinence sexy (of course; it's awful and tragic) and so didn't include a doctor visit or diagnosis. Instead I just left the reason for the incontinence unexplained/magical. Also, I'm not personally into adult baby stuff which is why I didn't include much of that beyond saying that she felt and looked like a baby. So perhaps that's what you think is missing?

It's not very good and I kind of got bored with it which is why I stopped adding to it over a year ago. I had an idea for a surprise twist involving some of the supporting characters but don't know if I will do it. But thanks for giving it a shot anyway.

[Pojo]

I didn't read past the first part...I don't see why you have to give a warning/message thing about spaces, when you have all the power to put spaces in...

[fsx159]

I thought it was good, I hope you continue it.

[Prussic_aux]

I think you should continue

Onward!

[mooster]

I like this so far. Keep continuing the story ... I can't wait to see what happens next !!!

[crazzzzy]

Really great so far, i look forward to reading more!