Diaper Day


I’ve been a long time lurker on here, and in the past few years I’ve posted some story and caption stuff on tumblr, though it doesn’t really fit here. If you like this story you may like that as well. Just search up goodnite-n-go on tumblr if you are interested.
I posted this beginning to this story on wattpad, and I decided I kinda wanted to post it here to get some good feedback. I’m not aiming for a literary masterpiece, it’s primarily a way to put a bunch of my school aged fantasies into circumstances that feel slightly more real, and at the beginning I think I fall into the trap of just writing accident to accident, but I think it improves later.

Background info:
Before I start the story I want to explain a little about the world it takes place in. It’s similar to our own, except that the muscles humans use to control their bladders and bowels don’t develop to a point where humans are capable of “training” them until they reach puberty. Any attempt to potty train a child before age 11-12 will almost certainly be in vain unless they are a very fast developer. As in our world boys and girls go through puberty differently, most boys are able to master daytime control between the ages of 13-16 and nearly all graduate highschool in underwear (at least during the day.) Girls on the other hand typically take a bit longer to train, especially with bladder control. Some girls are able to train early like boys, but an average girl will probably gain close to full daytime control between the ages of 16-18, with it not being rare to see women in their early 20s still in the process of potty training. Also as in our world, it isn’t uncommon to have difficulty with nighttime training for significant amounts of time after they gain daytime control, it’s approximately as common for both men and women to wet the bed into their late 20s as it is for a child of about 10 to wet the bed in our reality. So, now that you know the basics of how this world works we can get to the actual story.

Chapter 1: Before School
No matter how many years I’ve been doing it now it always feels weird to show up to school in nothing but a shirt and my pull-up. My name is Sabrina, I’m 18, in my senior year of highschool and I’m attending my last Diaper day or D-Day as we call it for short, before I graduate.

To give you some context: My highschool is kinda small and it’s a private school, a lot of the kids here are pretty rich and stuck up in some cases, definitely not all of them, I have a good group of friends, but the school used to have a major problem with cliquishness. One major distinguishing factor kids used to exclude each other socially was potty-training status. Kids who were potty trained (or at least outwardly claimed to be) would bully, belittle, and exclude kids who weren’t trained. Diapers and training pants grew to be seen as something to be ashamed of, despite the fact that when considering the whole school more kids wear some kind of protection than not. Then, about 10 years ago (before I started going here obviously) the principle decided to take a more hands on approach towards resolving this major source of bullying. First rules were made establishing strict punishments towards anyone making disparaging remarks about students in diapers. Finally, he instituted his key piece of potty-training inclusiveness policy: a day where all students who wore diapers would come to school with their diapers completely exposed, out in the open, his hope was that if enough people participated the student body at large would become desensitized to diapers and realize just how many students rely on them. The school has records of who is and isn’t trained through medical records and records of in school diaper changes, they know that most kids wear diapers at least some of the time. They hoped that if the kids realized this that the bullying would have some of the sting of shame removed from it. Diaper day, as it was called, was risky. What if kids just don’t do it? The school really couldn’t penalize students for wearing pants. But somehow enough kids participated the first year that it was deemed a success. D-Day has grown each year since and now almost everyone who wears protection shows up diaper exposed on D-day, even kids who normally only wear protection at night will show up to school diapered. A big part of how it has been received is that there’s a big assembly about potty-training awareness and to fit that in classes are a little shorter and tests aren’t allowed, so it’s kinda like a free day where you can show up to school and hang out with your friends instead of stressing about academics (or making it to the bathroom for that matter).

I showed up today wearing only my senior class t-shirt, my checkerboard vans, and a pull-up. I’m in pull-ups pretty much all the time, on occasion I’ll wear a diaper if I’m traveling or something, and I wear diapers to bed, but I’ve never worn panties. I’ve wanted to try them before, but my parents keep telling me I’m not ready for them yet. I like to get to school early and relax before the day gets started. As I’m walking through the parking lot I still feel very exposed, but hey I have nice legs and a cute butt, and my pull-up is still dry, I have nothing to be ashamed of. My classmate Sofie is sitting by the lockers, she’s a little weird by high school standards, but we’re friendly cause we both get here early and see a lot of each other before anyone else gets here. She’s also wearing a pull-up, but she’s only been wearing them at night for a year or two at this point, so I don’t suspect she’ll be wet at any point today. That’s the one stressful part of d-day, not only can everyone see your diaper, but they can also see anything you’ve done in it. I was reminded of this when Sofie noticed I had trailed off and had started tugging on my pull-up,

“uh…you need to use the toilet Sabrina?” She asked hesitantly

“Yeah I gotta go” I blurted out quickly and scampered off to the bathroom. I spurted into my pull-up a little bit as I walked into the stall, but I still counted it as a success. Afterward I slid my still mostly dry training pants back up I excitedly logged my mostly successful trip to the toilet in my potty training app on my phone. After a bad day yesterday where I only made it once, I was hoping to be better with the potty today.

I grabbed my things and headed to the library, a popular pre-school hangout place, to see who else was here. I saw Caroline sitting alone at a table on her phone, Caroline is popular and very pretty, but among the popular crowd she’s one of the nicer, more approachable ones. I sat down by her and chatted for a while, she was talking about some party she went to last weekend, my incredibly introverted self tried to look as though I knew what she was talking about but all of the sudden she stopped dead in her tracks. “You good?” I asked “yeah, I’m just pooping” she said in a strained voice, as her face begin to glow slightly red and she began to grunt as she grabbed onto the arm rests of her chair and instinctively lifted up off her seat to mess her training pants. Once she was done she put her butt back in her seat and went on talking like nothing happened. Caroline had a bit of a reputation as someone who probably shouldn’t have graduated to training pants. Of course we don’t really make fun of kids for their potty training status anymore, but stuff does get said behind people’s backs, people are still very insecure about their potty training and can also still be rather judgy about others. I can attest to that. By senior year almost everyone has at least made the made the jump to training pants if they aren’t trained already. Often some people who may not really be ready for that step will make the jump just to fit in, but really all they’re doing is using a pull-up as a less effective diaper, there are a few of those kids in every class and I can understand why. There isn’t as much overt bullying at our school, but there’s still a huge social and societal pressure on teens to potty train, it can be very stressful and a strain on the self esteem. By senior year almost every guy and more than half of girls are reliably trained during the day, and as someone who hasn’t even tried panties yet I feel like I’m starting to fall behind.

As I finish talking with Caroline we part ways so she can go find a changer before homeroom, because you don’t wanna go to class messy, especially in just a pull-up, people will notice and you will stink up the room. As Caroline is waddling off I finally see my best friend Kate, who just arrived at school. Like me, she’s wearing just a t-shirt and her pull-up, unlike me her pull-up is a bit droopy and the slightest bit yellow.

We hug and she pats my diapered butt.

“Wow you still feel dry!” She says sounding happy for me

“yeah I actually made it to the potty this morning” I reply, trying to stifle my excitement about it, though I am slightly embarrassed that I blurted out “made it to the potty” instead “used the toilet” that definitely didn’t sound very mature.

“Yeah, I saw you looking at mine, I kinda had to go on the drive here so I just let it go. Now home room is about to start and I don’t really have time to change so I’m just gonna have to go in like this. Is it noticeable?” She asked, looking down at her clearly wet training pants.

Kate’s a very skinny girl, she so it’s kinda easy to tell when her diaper is swollen or droopy. “Yeah a little lol, but I’m sure you won’t be the only one” I insisted, not wanting to lie, but not wanting my friend to feel bad. “I guess” she mumbled, seeming kinda defeated “I was low key counting on you being wet already, but I guess you have the start off with a lead today” she admitted, also referencing our informal potty training competition that’s been going on for years now.

“Yeah well I’ll probably need it” I confessed, both of us know that if we’d actually been keeping track of how often we made it to the bathroom she’d be far ahead of me.

“Ok well I gotta go get my books before class starts, wish me luck!” She said as she started heading towards he locker, instinctively pulling up her diaper which has started to sag off of her hips.

“Get changed” I yelled after her, and I headed off towards home room myself.


Chapter 2: The survey

Out of my homeroom of 11 only 2 of us were in diapers for D-day. But our homeroom is mainly boys and we’re seniors so I guess that’s normal. Homeroom was normally little more than attendance and a way to hand out report cards, but on D-day something else was handed out: the diaper day survey. Every diaper day we fill out these surveys anonymously giving a bunch of information on our diaper use, eventually the results get tallied and then the school basically reaches the conclusion that a lot of us wear diapers and we aren’t supposed to feel bad about it, it’s a little weird but it’s tradition at this point.

My homeroom teacher Ms. Harrison is very friendly, sometimes overly friendly, especially first thing in the morning. “Oh my god you guys look so cute!” She exclaimed looking at me and Christina, the only ones wearing protection. We both gave her a polite chuckle and an awkward thanks. Christina was pretty popular, and unlike me pretty close to getting out of pull-ups. She wasn’t even wearing the goodnites most kids, including me, wore, she was wearing the high waisted pretty adult pull-ups. Sure they weren’t as absorbent, but if you can deal with that they’re much slimmer, quieter, and grown up looking. If they’re dry and you hide the stretchy sides and high waist they even look like normal underwear. I looked at her and then to my bulky training pants with babyish purple flowers on them and sighed. Once everyone finally arrived Ms. Harrison handed out the survey, even if you weren’t really participating in d-day you were still supposed to fill out the survey so the shook could get they’re numbers accurate, so a lot of people just say no to all the questions, I wouldn’t be doing that though.

Year: senior

Gender: Female

Question 1: Have you worn diapers/training pants at any point in the past calendar year?

That’s a definite yes for me

Question 2: Do you wear diapers/training pants on a daily basis (either at night or during the day)?

Again yes

Question 3: Do you have accidents in bed regularly? And if yes, how many nights a week would you say you have accidents on average?

Once again yes, I’d say I wet the bed 6 nights a week on average, there are nights when I don’t wet but that’s more of a fluke than anything else. I do occasionally mess at night, but it’s pretty rare and normally because I had an upset stomach or I ate something weird.

Question 4: what undergarment do you most frequently wear to bed?

I’ve been begging my parents to let me try goodnites more at night, I rarely mess anymore and the last few times I tried it I haven’t leaked. But nope it’s still tape-up diapers at night for me most of the time.

Question 5: Do you wear diapers/training pants during the day regularly?

Yes, every single day of my life

Question 6: what percentage of the time would you say you make it to the bathroom on an average day?

I’d estimate like a bit less than half of the time off the top of my head, but I decide to check my training app. I’ve been trying to log all my bathroom trips, accidents, and changes so it should give me a relatively accurate reading. I go to the “my stats” section of the app. My “potty percentage” for the past month is… 27%… Wow…that’s ummm… a bit lower than I thought. I’m really only making it slightly more than a quarter of the time? Maybe my parents were right to not let me try panties yet. “30%” I circle on the survey.

Question 7: what kind of undergarment do you most commonly wear during the day?

I look down at my pantsless crotch to re-affirm my answer of pull-up training pants

Question 8: What percentage of your BMs happen on the toilet?

I still do mess myself occasionally, though it’s rare and it almost always when I’m already on the way to the bathroom, I don’t get caught off guard by messes anymore. Once again I check the my stats section of my training app, it says my “poop percentage” is 85%. So yeah I mess myself like once or twice a week, that makes sense. “90%” I mark down on the survey.

Question 9: If you aren’t trained, would you say your level of potty training has improved over the past year?

This ones a bit hard for me, not hard to answer, but maybe hard to admit to myself, I think I’m pretty much in the same place as I was last year in terms of training. I circle “no.”

Question 10: Are you satisfied with your level of potty training?

Honestly I don’t mind diapers, there are kids who are grossed out an immediately change whenever they have accidents, and adults love to tell us how gross it is to sit in your own pee and poop, but I’ve been doing it for 18 years, I’m used to it and I’m fine with it. What I do mind is the societal pressure to train. I mind the looks I get from my extended family when they learn I’m not trained yet, I mind that apparently college guys don’t like untrained girls (or so I’ve been told), I mind that with every year that goes by the percentage of kids my age answering yes to every question on this survey, like me, goes down. Sometimes I feel like I’m potty training for other people instead of for myself, maybe that’s why it’s not working. “No” I circle on the survey.

It’s supposed to be a day where kids who where diapers can feel good about themselves, but those last few questions kinda put me in a bad mood about the whole thing. “I’m so glad you guys are seniors now, next period I have freshman, they’re probably gonna stink” Ms.Harrison jokes as shes collecting the surveys. All the trained kids giggle, I give a fake giggle wanting to seem in on the joke, but then quickly Christina and I shoot each other glances. We both felt kinda singled out by that comment.

The bell rings signaling the start of first period, so we quickly head to our first classes.


Chapter 3: Morning classes

My first class is physics. I sit next to Allison, she’s the only other senior girl in the class, so we’ve become friendly this year, but we aren’t super close. I think she’s been daytime trained for a bit now, but I’m relieved to see her wearing a pull-up today. I was slightly afraid I’d be the only one wearing one in this class.

“So you’re still bedwetting then?” I ask.

“Yes despite my parents’ best attempts” she responds “ever since I trained during the day they’ve been trying everything, they’ve tried limiting my fluids, putting me on meds, and now I have to wear a stupid bedwetting alarm, though so far it only seems good for waking me up at 3am when I’m already halfway through wetting” she clarified, while also trying to suppress a yawn “but I mean I do wanna be dry for college so we’ll see if anything works, so anyways how’s your training going?”

“ok” I start, trying to think of something positive to say, it’s very hard for me to not feel inferior when discussing potty training with someone who is clearly ahead of me, but I try to fight through it. “I’m still focusing on getting daytime down, but I’ve pretty much stopped messing recently so that’s a step in the right direction” I’m slightly stretching the truth but whatever.

“Wow that’s a big step, I’m happy for you!” She beams, I know she’s trying to be nice and supportive, but I can’t help but hear that as a demeaning coming from her. On top of that I know it’s hollow praise considering I lied to her.

The rest of the class went in uneventfully, I like my teacher but I just find physics especially boring. I excused myself to go to the bathroom in the middle, I sat down on the toilet and tried for like 3 minutes but nothing came out, so I just pulled my goodnite back up and returned to class until it was over.

Drama class was next. Drama is my favorite, acting is one of the things I’m most passionate about (I always get lead rolls in school plays) and also I’m friends with pretty much everyone in class. Lastly, I knew I wouldn’t be alone in d-day participation in that small class I knew another 4 were padded. I walked in and was greeted by my friend Kate, wearing a noticeably not droopy pull-up.

“I see you found time to change” I remark.

“Yeah, as soon as I got to homeroom Mr. Smith made me change, he took one look and said he didn’t want me leaking on his seats, I think he was half-joking” Kate recalls

“No your pull-up was soaked, I’m not so sure he was joking lol” I chide her

“Well you are an expert on soaked pull-ups” Kate responds quickly with a smirk

“While you would normally be correct, I am still quite dry.” I correct her with pride, while lifting up the hem of my shirt to show off my dry training pants.

“Lol give it an hour and we’ll see” Kate was always ready with a comeback.

Soon the others began to file in. Gaby walked in first, she, like me and Kate, was also wearing just a t-shirt and a pull-up. Unlike us however, that pull-up might remain dry for the day. Gaby had, just recently this year, made a lot of progress towards daytime training.

“Hey guys!” she greets us warmly “happy D-day!” She squeals. D-day is always more fun in classes where more people are wearing, really allows us to relax more.

“Wow both you guys are still dry! That’s awesome!” Gaby notices, normally that’d be a bit weird to point out, but Gaby, Kate, and I also all have potty training together next period, so we keep tabs on each other.

“This is my second one today” Kate admits somewhat dejectedly.

“But I’m still dry!” I blurt out

“Wow Sabrina, you’re doing great!” I know it’s sincere coming from Gaby, she knows how hard it’s been for me, but even so it feels a bit odd that I’ve gotten congratulated like 3 times for keeping my pull-up dry and it’s only second period. “Do people really expect that little of me?” I think silently to myself.

Next Alex and Andrew come in, they’re good friends, and they kinda act like goofballs in this class (but it’s acting so whatever.) Andrew is one of the like less than 10 guys who still participated in D-day, he’s been daytime trained since freshman year but he still wets the bed pretty often, so he’s wearing one of his goodnites. Me and him have a bunch of classes together this year, so I’ve gotten to know him a little better. Andrew waves to me as he walks in, I wave back and smile before he goes back to joking around with Alex.

Then Cole comes in, I’ve been friends with him forever, since he’s normally also a lead in whatever play we do, but truthfully he can be just kinda a lot sometimes. He’s just kinda a drama queen.

Finally Lisa comes in, stressed out and running late as usual. She’s a nice, smart girl, but for some reason she just seems constantly overwhelmed by life. She’s also one of the two girls in our grade who are still in diapers full time. She comes in and plops her bag on the ground next to us and forcefully plops down while letting out an exasperated sigh. Her thick white diaper crinkles loudly as she does so, I notice she looks a little wet, but her diaper can definitely hold a good amount more.

Once everyone’s here Mr. Ellison comes in and we can get started “ok guys, since it’s d-day and classes aware about shorter I was thinking we could just goof around and do some improv games. Sooo… Sabrina and Gaby get up there, let’s do freeze and justify.”

Freeze and justify is a game where the two people on stage improvise a scene until someone in class calls for them to freeze, they then tag someone out and assume whatever position that person was in and come up with a new premise for the scene. Me and Gaby head up to our mini-

stage and get started, Prom is coming up so I decide to do a scene about a mom and daughter trying on prom dresses, I’m the daughter and Gaby plays along as the mom, we “try on” a couple dresses, we work in some funny mom and daughter bickering, and then we get to a dress where I ask “is it too tight? Can you see my diaper?” (A common concern for untrained girls going dress shopping) Gaby goes around me and placed her hands on my hips and looks at my butt as she pretends to look for a diaper outline. Really she’s just looking at my ass in a pull-up. Finally Andrew calls freeze, but the second I freeze up I immediately start flooding my pull-up without any warning. Some people have no reaction to peeing, and unless you could see their diaper you wouldn’t know, but its not very subtle when I pee, my eyebrows scrunch up, my mouth opens slightly, my eyes kinda glaze over, and if I’m standing my knees buckle slightly. Everyone can tell what’s happening when I go, just this time I have the added pleasure of everyone looking at me on stage while wearing an exposed pull-up. Not to mention Gaby having a front row seat, literally frozen staring at my ass, hands on my hips as my pull-up starts to yellow and sag “oh no 'Brina I’m so sorry” she whispers. By the time Andrew makes his way on stage to tag one of us out I’m done peeing. I really hope he tags me so I can get off stage and kinda process what just happened, but instead he tags Gaby and assumes her position. Mr. Ellison tells him to start the scene. “Hips here” Andrew snaps in a russian accent, adjusting my hips “leg here” he contorts my leg into a ballet like position.

I feel a warm tingle in my stomach as he forcefully moves my body, but my attention is more between my legs then on him. I realize he’s supposed to be some russian ballet instructor and I’m his student. “Like this?” I ask and then proceed to do a bunch of exaggerated ballet movements trying to go for some laughs. All I’m able to focus on is my goodnite full of pee sloshing between my legs every time I move. Kate calls out freeze while one of my legs is way up high in a kind of arabesque-type position. I can feel my goodnite drooping halfway down my thigh on my supporting leg. As she comes up to tag me she whispers “I got you”

“Thank you” I whisper back mercifully as I finally get off stage.

I head back to my seat, but on the way Mr. Ellison, intercepts me “you can go if you need to Sabrina” he says quietly, subtilely suggesting I change. I just nod my head and walk towards my backpack to grab a new pull-up before going to the bathroom to change.

I was a little embarrassed, but I was used to it by this point. I knew it was wishful thinking to think I could’ve stayed dry all day, I just wish I hadn’t wet while one stage and then had to dance around in a soaking wet pull-up. It was just one wetting and I changed right away so I don’t bother with wipes or powder, I just tear off my wet one and slide on my new pull-up before heading back to class.

When I got back in I saw nearly everyone paying attention to Kate and Cole doing their scene, everyone except Lisa. She appears to be taking advantage of everyone’s attention being up front as she is fully squatting down and pushing a mess into her diaper in the back of the room. Once she’s done she comes back plops her messy bottom back into her seat next to me. “Don’t you wanna change?” I almost want to ask her, I hate sitting in my own poop, but I keep my mouth shut, I don’t wanna embarrass her. “Freeze!” Lisa yells to the performers on stage. She stands and makes her way upfront to take her turn, if her waddle don’t give it away, the sag and clear discoloration of her diaper definitely gave away what she had just finished doing. Just as she is about to sub in for Kate Mr. Ellison speaks up “uhh… Lisa why don’t you give someone else a chance and you can go get changed.” Lisa blushes, nods her head and leaves the classroom. On the one hand I can see how it’s gross to sit in a mess, but on the other hand Lisa was probably gonna need to go for a changer for that, and that can take forever. It’s school policy to change ASAP after a mess, but most kids I know will try to make it through class and go to the changer afterwards. But you can’t really get away with that while your diaper is on display for everyone to see. I don’t feel too bad for Lisa though, she has to be used to it, I don’t think that girl has ever used the toilet.

Class wrapped up pretty soon after that, Lisa was still at the changer, she never got back to class, the changing lines are always worse on D-day I guess. Kate, Gaby, and I gathered our things and started off towards our next class: potty training.


Chapter 4: Potty Training and English

Kate, Gaby, and I made our way across campus to potty training. Kate and Gaby quickly started talking about boys, Kate had just recently started seeing a guy from another school, and Gaby has been dating a guy in our class, Joseph, on and off for the past year or so, I was single, I’d talked to guys, but I haven’t really gone out on dates or done anything else, so I didn’t really contribute anything to their conversation besides awkward silence. “Are you ok Sabrina?” Gaby asked “I guess, I don’t know, I’m just kinda down today.” I spat out “upset about what happened during drama?” Gaby inquired, I took a big sigh before responding “no, I mean it certainly didn’t help, but really filling out the survey this morning kind of bummed me out… I just realized my answers have barely changed since I started wearing pull-ups like 3 years ago, and I just feel behind, trainr (my potty training app) says I’ve only been making it to the toilet like a quarter of the time, I feel like almost all the girls in our grade are either trained or making progress towards it, and I’m just stuck.” “Everyone is ready at a different time” Kate quickly responded. “Yeah, it’s not like you aren’t trying, I know that you are and that’s all you can do, everyone’s body is different” Gaby added. I just nodded, of course I recognized the cliched platitudes repeatedly told to every kid struggling with potty training, but I didn’t feel like pushing that issue with them would do any good. I just looked up at Gaby in the eyes and cut the BS and asked about what was REALLY bothering me, though in hindsight maybe I shouldn’t have .“What does Joseph think about you not being trained yet?” I prodded, Anxiety flashed across her face momentarily before she re-composed herself “he’s supportive of my training, and he recognizes that I’m making progress” she said kinda unconvincingly, like she was leaving stuff out, I responded simply with raised eyebrows “but yeah” she whimpered “I mean when he notices I’m wet he comments sometimes about how it’s gross and unhygienic that I’m sitting in my own pee. And he’s always asking me if I’m wet or if I need to change and when I tell him that’s none of his business he gets upset” she continued, now just clearly venting “and the ONE time I accidentally messed in front of him he acted like a fucking baby and started gagging and telling me I was gross, and how he couldn’t believe I would do that to him, as if I did it on purpose, as if I wasn’t embarrassed enough already…” Gaby stopped, trying to regain composure. “But I guess you have a point.” Yeah, there was a reason she and Joseph were on and off, it was kind of an open secret that he treated her like shit, but all of our friends were growing tired of telling her to break it off with him, she just kept crawling back to him, hopefully she’d outgrow him in college. Kate gave her a comforting rub on the lower back, purposefully touching the top of her pull-up, and reassured her “it’s ok Gaby, you’re doing so well.” The three of us just kept walking, we were almost at class anyways.

Potty training at my high school is just basically what non-potty trained kids had instead of a study hall, and it’s basically a study hall with some extra quirks. It takes place in a classroom that has a changing table and some bathroom stalls on one end. Sometimes our instructor, Mrs. Hernandez, has us do some exercises at the beginning of the period that are supposed to “strengthen our bladder and bowel muscles” but I don’t know if they really do anything. Other than that it’s pretty much a study hall, we catch up on work, and occasionally meet one on one with Mrs. Hernandez to discuss potty training progress and get advised, I always hate those meetings cause I feel like I just say the same thing every time, get the same advise, and then nothing changes. But I guess you can’t really expect to get potty trained by going to a 45 minute class 5 days a week, it’s a full time job. Nothing special in class today though, we just sat at a table and got caught up on schoolwork. Gaby, Kate, and I sat down at table with our friend Michelle. Michelle is kinda perfect, she’s incredibly smart and driven, she’s probably gonna be our valedictorian, she’s cute, she’s friendly, she’s an athlete (she runs track with Kate) and she’s probably gonna get into whatever college she wants. The only thing she isn’t perfect at is using the toilet. I’d never tell her to her face, but she probably shouldn’t be wearing pull-ups, I’m close friends with her and I don’t think I’ve ever seen her go to the bathroom to pee, maybe she does at home, but I’ve never seen it.

After sitting for a few minutes a couple girls, Kate included, stand up abruptly and quickly make their way to the stalls, managing to stay dry. Suddenly Gaby speaks up “I’m peeing” she announces. This is another quirk of potty training class, if you were having an accident and you noticed, you were supposed to say it aloud, apparently it’s supposed to help increase awareness of when you’re going and you get changed immediately after so you can’t just sit in it. With Gaby I can’t help but feel bad, I probably got her upset before class, and she lost focus. As soon as Gaby was finished she went up to the changing table where Mrs. Hernandez was already waiting, Mrs. Hernandez then drew the curtain in front of the table so Gaby could be changed in private. However as soon as Gaby reached the table Michelle also spoke up “I’m pooping” she declared. “Are you sure you don’t want to try and finish on the toilet Michelle?” Mrs. Hernandez asked. “No, too late” Michelle said in a now strained voice, off her chair in a familiar squatting position. Michelle finished, exhaled, and then walked up to the changing table and patiently waited for Gaby to finish being changed, with a noticeable lump in the seat of her pull-up. The period continued, I just got caught up on my reading for my next class, English. Eventually the bell rang and everyone shuffled out, once I stood up I realized my pull-up was a bit wet, I went without even noticing. This was disappointing, but not too unprecedented for me. I considered changing, but I wasn’t that wet, and I didn’t really wanna be late for English.

I was a bit scared about English, cause I thought there may be a chance I was the only one wearing diapers, but luckily Andrew decided to wear his goodnite today, of course he was just an occasional bedwetter so he didn’t actually need it, but still it was better than being the only one wearing. I sat with him. We were discussed the changing scene in Romeo and Juliet. We learned Romeo and Juliet were only 16 and 13 respectively, and kids trained a little quicker back then, but Juliet was written as being “yet untrained in matters of the stool.” There’s some debate as to weather Shakespeare did this to accentuate her young and naive nature, or if he was just being realistic for the time period. Either way Romeo and Juliet’s love is fully confirmed over one of the most famous diaper changes in media history. Nowadays changes are a bit more casual, but in Shakespeare’s time only a spouse or parent changed a young lady’s “napkin.” So when Romeo did it was used as a metaphor to show just how close they were really growing. Although Shakespeare used rather beautiful and flowery language to describe the scene, we also learned it actually would’ve been very gross. In the Elizabethan era, cloth diapers were kind of new, just basically layered cloth pads that tie together, and that was if you wore one at all, Juliet did because she was higher class, but most children just wore tunics with nothing underneath and just let it out whenever. They also hadn’t yet learned that leaving a diaper unchanged was unclean, so Juliet probably would’ve been changed maybe 2-3 times a week and then put into another one without wiping or powder or anything. If Romeo could change Juliet’s 3 day old diaper and still love her enough to kill himself, maybe I could find someone, I daydreamed.

After we finished discussing we decided to read some passages aloud, of course I realized I needed to pee then, when I was only two people away from reading. So I either needed to leave now and the they would awkwardly skip me, or I could just go in my pull-up. I thought for a minute started getting out of my chair to go to the bathroom, and then my bladder decided for me as I began flooding my pull-up, I just sat back down and mentally prepared myself to read a passage about a dirty diaper while wearing my own.

I read my passage, and class finished soon after,

Andrew pulled me aside in the hallway just after. “Did you feel awkward being one of the only people wearing during that class? Cause I did.” He asked. “I definitely would have, but I was very in my own head that whole class.” I responded. “Why? Is something wrong… do you wanna talk about it?” The minute he said that I snapped out of my head for just a second… does he actually care about me? I’d never had a guy care about my emotional well-being before. Quickly everything flooded back though: my pull-up is soaked, I have to blow him off and go to gym to have time to change. “Honestly yes, but I have to go change right now, you wanna talk at lunch?” I tried to give him like a sweet smile to show I genuinely wanted to talk to him, but at the same time I was cursing myself for drawing attention to the pull-up the was currently almost sliding off my hips. “Ok, cool see you then” he said as I started heading quickly to gym. I waived bye with one hand and held my pull-up in place with the other, I’m sure I looked like an idiot.


This is really a pretty clever story. I loved the Shakespeare part and the way you reimagined Romeo and Juliet for this world. Nicely done! I’ll definitely continue reading.


Thanks haha, I had to do a little bit of research on 17th-16th century diapers to try and make it a little realistic, at least as realistic as a half hour of googling will get you.

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Sorry for the delay, work has kept me busy.

Chapter 5: Gym

Gym class at my school was divided in half, every two weeks half the class would switch between like normal gym class field team sports, and swimming. Swimming was a huge pain for anyone who wasn’t potty trained, the school understandably didn’t want any “code browns” in the pool, so anyone who wasn’t sufficiently daytime trained had to wear swim diapers. This resulted in a diaper changing bottle neck, as everyone who wore them needed to change into swim diapers before class. Given that they needed to change anyways and all the stalls in the girls locker room had long lines as we waited to get changed, many kids also took it as an opportunity to purposefully fill their diapers before they changed for swimming. While waiting in line today I saw Paulina, one of the most popular girls in school, who was normally completely dry and on the verge of graduating to daytime panties, casually flooding her pull-up to the point of almost leaking while talking to one of her friends. I was also in line, swimsuit and swim diaper in one hand, same soaking wet pull-up from before around my waist being held up by my other hand. I was talking to Kate about English class and Elizabethan diapering practices. Then I told her about how Andrew came up to me after class. She blurted out “Haha Andrew?!” jokingly “no but seriously, I mean Andrew is nice, but he seems kinda immature to me” she then abruptly squatted down and her face immediately reddened as she began to fill the seat of her pull-up. The hypocrisy was not lost on me. I feel like a lot of girls have that mindset, if a guy wears diapers, even if it’s just for bedwetting, girls will see him as more immature. Where as if a guy makes a comment about a girl’s diaper, girls consider him sexist, they say he’s insensitive and “infantilizing” the girl. Girls often use biology as an excuse, they say guys should be trained first, it’s easier for them. But I think it’s hard for everyone, and I don’t see why wearing diapers should have any reflection on personality. “Speaking of immature…” I responded sarcastically. “You know this isn’t an accident” Kate spurted out between grunts “We’re gonna have to change anyways in a minute.” She finished and stood back up, she reached toward the back of her pull-up to adjust it and get her new “deposit” to sit more comfortably. “Don’t you need to go?” She questioned, “maybe… but I don’t think this one can take much more, I’ll try to go when I’m in the stall, maybe I’ll get to add something good on trainr.”

Kate turned back around to face forward in line as it was finally starting to move. A noticeable sag and heft was discernible in her training pants, clearly not designed to take the beating they just received. Again she fidgeted with the mess in the back of her pull-up, pooping in a pull-up was never very comfortable, which is why I hate doing it. Though admittedly I was growing more impatient in this line as my pull-up was growing clammier and itchier but the second. “Great, I’m probably gonna get a rash now” I thought to myself as I to hiked it back up from slowly sliding down my hips. Finally Kate made it into a stall, the next one open was mine. At this point I began to notice the pungent odor in the room as I looked behind me and saw another five or so pull-ups and one diaper in urgent need of changing. I also felt a small twinge in my bladder “a stall better open soon or there’s gonna be a puddle on the floor.” I anxiously thought to myself. Luckily a stall opened and I ran in as soon as I could, I put my suit and swim diaper down, and locked the stall with my free hand. Finally, I let go of the pull-up which I’d been holding in place for like 15 minutes, it immediately slid down my legs and hit the ground with a thud. I sat down on the toilet and immediately the pee just flowed out of me, it felt more like I was having an accident that happened to be on the toilet than actually using any conscious effort to go to the bathroom, but if it’s in the toilet that’s a win in my book. I pushed for a bit to try to see if I could poop before class, but nothing came. 2 times making it to the bathroom vs 2 used pull-ups made it roughly an average day so far for me.

I wiped myself off in an effort to avoid a rash which seemed kind of inevitable. Then I took off my shirt, unclasped my bra, and slid up my swim diaper. The school approved swim diapers were just the pampers and huggies ones for teens, basically they look like blue pull-ups. They’re basically the same as the kid ones, just they’re designed to look like a swimsuit bottom, but they end up looking like a swimsuit about as much as my pull-ups look like panties. I stepped into my one piece bathing suit (bikinis aren’t school approved) it didn’t conceal my diaper at all, the elastic blue sides and a good bit of the padding was sticking out of the leg holes, but that just makes inspection easier. Most girls I know in diapers stay away from one piece suits outside of school, they give major diaper wedgie, but the school doesn’t care. Outside of school most girls will just wear a bikini top with a swim diaper, no sense in trying to make a diaper and a swim suit look good together, many a girl has tried and failed.

Bathing suit on, I grabbed my shirt and bra, and picked my wet pull-up up off the ground. I disposed of it and put my clothes away in my bag. Kate was waiting for me on the pool deck, diaper equally obviously poking out of her suit, we talked while we were waiting for the rest of the class to finish changing. “Sorry if I laughed at you about Andrew earlier, I just didn’t think you guys were close.” she volunteered “it’s alright, but yeah we have a bunch of classes together this year, and he’s always been nice to me.” I responded, followed by a bit of a silence. “I’ve been thinking a lot today” I finally uttered “yeah I noticed you seemed a little quieter than usual.” Kate remarked. “Do you think using a diaper is gross?” I implored her, she thought for a minute "I mean, I think I’ve kinda accepted it as a reality that I use them out of necessity, but yeah I mean after just having to clean myself off from that mess I do think it’s pretty gross that we sit around in our pee and poop"she offered. I raised an eyebrow at her “but you did that on purpose, you even said you weren’t having an accident, why would you poop yourself on purpose if you thought it was gross?” She gave an inquisitive pause as if she was trying to think of a rebuttal just saying “I don’t know. What’s you’re point?” I shrugged and sighed “nevermind I guess…” coach’s whistle interrupted our conversation.

“Ok everyone line up.” She bellowed. The school called this attendance but we called it inspection, because a poop in the pool leaves the entire pool out of commission for a full 24 hours the school is very thorough about preventing this. PE teachers’ attendance lists denote every student that needs to be wearing protection in the pool (they base this on school changing records). Before stepping into the pool everyone lines up and coach verifies that everyone who needs protection is wearing it. Of course to do this it needs to be made visible, for girls this is easy cause our suits leave our diapers showing, but the two guys in my class who need protection need to leave their trunks at their knees for inspection, which honestly looks more embarrassing than just wearing a diaper alone.

We were practicing strokes by swimming laps today in turns today, since the period was a bit shorter than usual I figured it wouldn’t be that bad. I unfortunately am not athletic in the least and always hated gym, swimming always made me cramp up, and I still hadn’t completely figured out how to breathe and swim at the same time. Today I was put in a lane with Nate and one other girl, Nate was the shortest guy in our grade and still had a bit of a baby face behind his five o’clock shadow, but he was cute, he was one of the two guys who still wore diapers I mentioned earlier. He was funny and well liked, but life can be tough for an 18 year old guy who still wore daytime protection. Nate swam the first lap, once he touched the opposite wall it was my turn to go. It went ok, I had to spit out water I almost swallowed a few times, but I got there. When I reached the wall and rubbed the chlorine out my eyes I could see Nate grabbing the wall and subtly pushing, he sighed, and saw me watching, without skipping a beat he joked “sorry just dropping the kids off at school.” I giggled, before dryly asking “didn’t get a chance to do that before class.” “Nah” he explained “I like to go during so that I can clean off in the showers after.”

Another few laps went by uneventfully aside from me cramping up once or twice until our fourth round of laps. I was about halfway through when I felt another cramp coming on, I thought it was a muscle cramp but no…I had to poop and I had to do it right now. I grabbed onto the lane line in the middle of the pool and started pushing. “Sabrina!” Coach yelled “hands off the lane lines.” “I can’t” I quickly returned. Being a high school PE teacher she recognized what was happening, but she was rather blunt and didn’t particularly care “yes you can, if you need to poop you can do it after you finish your lap.” She announced for the entire class to hear, followed by some astonished giggling. I immediately called her a few choice words in my head, PE teachers were really great at making the least important class in high school somehow also the most stressful. I tried to, for lack of a better word, suck it up and I managed to swim the rest of the lap with my mess only halfway out of my body before grabbing onto the wall and pushing the rest of what turned out to be a pretty big log into my diaper. While I was pushing I noticed Nate staring at me, almost entranced. As many insecurities as I have I can tell when a guy thinks I’m cute, I just didn’t expect it while I was pooping. As soon as I was done I asked him “What? Did you enjoy the show?” He looked at me almost terrified, I don’t think he noticed he was staring “god Nate!” I exclaimed, feigning exasperation “you dropped off the kids, someone has to pick them up from school!” We both chuckled “why did I just flirt with a guy who watched me mess?” I thought to myself.

A few more uncomfortable to swim laps and PE was over. I dragged myself out of the pool and felt my butt to inspect the damage “wow that’s a lot” I thought to myself. I walked over to wear Kate was drying off and showed her my backside “is it noticeable?” I joked, her eyes opened wide almost in amazement “yes… very” she responded. “Great that’s exactly what I wanted to hear” I said sarcastically. I waddled back to the girls locker room with Kate “so coach was a total bitch to you today.” Kate asserted “my thoughts exactly” I replied “it’s almost like I can’t control when I go to the bathroom” I said with excessive irony in my voice as I gestured towards my full diaper. “But whatever at least I can shower off.” I waddled quickly ahead so I could get a shower stall right away. I grabbed my clothes and a new pull-up and sprinted to the nearest stall. My school has these nice individual shower stalls with a separate changing area with a little bench and shower area. In the changing portion of the stall peeled off my bathing suit and immediately felt my diaper droop. I carefully slid it down my legs trying not to make even more of a mess, but it was kinda a murder scene not gonna lie. There’s no trash can in the stall so I normally try to wrap it up or something to keep it contained before I can dispose of it after I shower, but in this case I just carefully put it on the bench and hope the smell isn’t too terrible. I gave myself a thorough scrubbing and got the chlorine out of my hair. I changed back into my clothes, in my opinion there are few feelings better than a fresh diaper after a shower. I carefully grabbed my offensive swim diaper and ran over to the nearest locker room diaper genie to dispose of it, but not before it induced a gag out of me. Kate giggled while watching “you ok?” she smiled “better now” I replied. “Ok well I gotta go to bio now, Mr. Miller is doing a special lecture on female and male developmental biology for d-day.” “How… topical” I retorted. “Ok see you later then, I’m gonna grab lunch.” And we went our separate ways, I felt anxiety and excitement in my stomach as I remembered I made plans to meet with Andrew at lunch.

I meant to include lunch in this chapter, but it’s long enough without it. Sorry if it got too… graphic and accident centric for you this chapter, it’s just the mood I was in while writing it, next chapter will be less so. Let me know if you have any other comments or criticism.


Chapter 6: Lunch Part 1

My name is Andrew, I’m 18, I’m a senior in high school, and I’m about to have lunch with the girl I’ve had a crush on since middle school. I’m not sure what came over me earlier, we sat next to each other in English and I noticed she seemed kind of distracted and maybe a bit distressed, and somehow, while openly wearing a diaper, I worked up the confidence to ask if she wanted to talk about it. I just thought it might be friendly to offer to talk about something that’s bothering her, I never thought she’d say yes, much less ask me to lunch with her, we don’t even sit together at lunch very often, I was just kinda surprised she remembered we had the same lunch period. I mean… I don’t know, I thought she might kind of like me, we’ve gotten a little closer while doing plays together and having a bunch of classes together this year, but then again I could be mistaking normal human kindness for sexual attraction, cause I’ve definitely done that before with girls, and given my track record of absolutely zero romantic experience, I’ve learned to repress any expectations I may have. I ditched my friends to sit alone at this table and wait for her, they were off at the other side of the cafeteria probably keeping an eye on me, they’d definitely get a few good jokes in if she didn’t show. I know Sabrina just had gym so she could be a little bit, but I was just anxious waiting to see if she actually showed up. The thought that she just said yes out of pity earlier while actually planning to ditch me occurred, as did the thought that this just wasn’t important enough to her to remember and maybe she just forgot, but then I saw her.

She smiled and waved at me as she walked over, the anxiety and dread of her ditching me I felt in the pit of my stomach immediately moved up to my chest where I felt butterflies as my heart starting racing. It felt like I was watching her in slow motion, The way her long dark hair was still wet from showering after PE and it left wet patches on her shirt, I could see her natural freckles dotting her cheeks now that she hadn’t re-applied make up after swimming, the way her new pull-up hugged her hips… Maybe it’s because I needed them for longer during the day than the average guy, and still need them at night, but I find diapers on a girl so cute. It’s not the most mainstream taste, most guys like a girl in lingerie or panties or whatever, but enough guys are with me that I don’t feel weird about it or anything.

“Hey, you remembered!” Sabrina greeted me cheerfully, awakening me from my daze.

“Yeah of course” I said, trying to think of something to say next, I was just relieved that she had the same insecurity about me not showing up. “How was gym?” I continued, that was the best I could come up with.

“Uhh… fine” she hesitantly responded “I just hate swimming, dealing with changing in and as out of the swimsuit and swim diaper, and my hair being soaked for the rest of the day, it’s just a pain. What’d you have before this again?” She asked “Bio” I responded. She cut me off before I could continue.

“Did you get the lecture about potty training biology, Kate told me she was doing that today.” “Yep, muscles and nerves in the bladder bowels only fully mature during puberty, as the nerves form synapses we get more and more control and it takes a few years afterward to strengthen the muscles enough to reliably control them without thinking… blah … blah … blah… it’s all genetically dependent and normally occurs somewhat later for girls. The same thing they taught us in middle school” I said.

“It’s so weird” she said inquisitively “like when it’s biologically explained it seems so out of our control, but so many people still stress about controlling the speed at which they toilet train.”

“You are right, but I do think there are some people that actively don’t try to train once they’re bodies are ready” I replied

“yeah I can think of a few girls like that in our class… wait you didn’t mean I do that did you!?” She accused

“no, of course not! I know how hard you try.” I quickly tried to do damage control, I don’t even know why I made that comment, I knew I’d mess things up.

“Yeah I guess my body may not be quite ready yet” she said, her head sinking down and her wet hair falling in front of her face.

“Great” I thought to myself “first I offended her now I made her feel bad about herself, I have to do something to make her feel better or else this is just gonna be a bummer of a lunch.” I tucked her hair back behind her ear, her deep hazel eyes looked up longingly at me “it doesn’t matter, it’ll happen when it happens, I doubt anyone thinks less of you because you wear pull-ups, and if they do then they don’t deserve you anyways.” Sabrina seemed caught off guard, but not in a bad way, I knew I just kinda progressed things so I was trying to play it cool on the outside, but on the inside I was freaking out.

Sabrina regained her composure and quipped sarcastically “tell that to my parents.”

“Oh do they do the whole ‘interrogation’ as soon as you get home thing too?” I asked.

“Oh my god yes” Sabrina chuckled “immediately it’s always how many times did you make it today? How many pull-ups did you use?”

“YES, my mom would also shove her hand down the front of my pants, without even saying anything, to see if I was wet until I stopped wearing to school when I was 15” I added.

“Wow! At least my mom asks first” she giggled “My mom did demand to change me herself when I got home though, cause she ‘wanted to make sure I was properly clean’ as if I didn’t know how to change myself. That only stopped last year after a long talk about boundaries”

“Mine did the same thing” I joked supportively. “So what was on your mind earlier? What’d you wanna talk about?”

“Well actually this… kind of” Sabrina paused to take a breath before getting everything off of her chest “Filling out the same answers on the survey for like the third year in row with almost no change, flooding my pull-up on stage in front of everybody in drama, d-day is kind of getting me down this year, and it’s making me rethink the whole thing, and when you said earlier that when I potty train doesn’t matter I felt like you’d understand…I don’t know… I feel like adults and like society motivate us to get toilet trained by saying using diapers is fundamentally gross and unsanitary despite us wearing them for like 18+ years, and that potty training is an important part of becoming an adult or whatever, but then if you’re having trouble with training they try to reassure you and tell you it’s not your fault and everyone is going at their own pace… and everyone’s bodies are different, and it’s like… I’m just confused… Is my body gross cause I can’t use the toilet? Am I less adult cause I use diapers? Or is it just tolerated for me to be gross cause my body is slow at toilet training? Should I be toilet training even if it makes me stressed, just cause everyone says diapers are gross? Like I’ve been using them for my entire life, I don’t really think it’s gross, it’s just normal for me. And how would wearing underwear make me feel? Confident? Or just constantly scared of having an accident? I don’t know sometimes I feel like I don’t even want to potty train.”

I took a second to collect my thoughts on everything she said.

“Sorry if I kinda trauma dumped on you” she apologized.

“You don’t have to apologize, and yeah I never articulated that well before but I agree with you. I feel like our parents follow that narrative of ‘diapers are gross’ or ‘diapers are for kids’ cause that’s how they were trained, but like now that we know more about the science of potty training and how that kind of talk can effect mental health, it really doesn’t make sense. Like if your actually struggling all it does is make you feel bad about yourself and it gives everyone else ammunition to make fun of you with” I continued.

“EXACTLY!” She said excitedly “I’m glad we decided to talk” she said sweetly.

My mind just froze when she said that, of course it wasn’t much in the grand scheme of things, but for me: my crush admitting that she enjoyed talking to me felt like a seminal moment in my life. However, I still had to think of something to say. “Im glad we decide to do this too” I replied, but I knew that was boring, and I felt like I was getting positive signals so I wanted to progress things again. “And I don’t know if it matters to you, but I don’t think you’re gross, I think you’re the opposite of gross.”

Aaaaannnnnd I pushed it too far. I wanted to make some smooth comment to reassure her , but it came out so badly. Sabrina immediately started laughing in my face. I tried to explain to no avail “sorry, I just wanted to say that you weren’t gross cause you were saying you felt gross before, and I think you’re pretty…”

“No…no… I got what you were saying, but that was so funny” she said between laughs trying to calm herself down. “Oh wow, I think I just peed a little, wow… well I’m glad you think I’m the opposite of gross”

“Do you mean what you said though? Do you actually not wanna train?” I asked

“I mean I don’t know” Sabrina answered in a decidedly lighter tone, my effort at flirting seemed to have gotten her out of her funk. “I think I only say that because I was upset, training is really hard for me, if I could just choose to be potty trained or at least be on pace with the rest of the girls in our grade I definitely would, but I can’t, and I think that it’s easier say that I don’t want to train than admit that I want to but I’m not able. If that makes sense.”

“Yeah, but I don’t know why you’re thinking in such extremes though” I said “not training, not being able to, I think all you want is to go at your own pace and not be bothered, so do that. Go at your own pace and you’ll get there when you get there. You only have to spend a few more months of your parents BS , they won’t follow you to college.”

“You’re right, not being bothered easier said than done though, I just don’t want to be starting my first job in diapers” she said, chuckling uneasily.

“It’ll happen for you someday, I believe in you” I said trying to not said cheesy.

“Thanks” she responded kindly

“Speaking of diapers I don’t wanna use the only one I brought today so I’m gonna go to the bathroom.”

“Show off!” Sabrina said facetiously.

I put my hands on the table and stood up to go, Sabrina grabbed my wrist and looked into my eyes “you’re just gonna leave me here alone?” She asked.

I knew she was just lightly flirting with me, but my brain was just blank “holy shit she actually likes me” was the only thought echoing in my head. It’s the first time I’ve ever gotten any amount of attention from a girl so I was just blown away. I snapped back into reality when I realized my crotch getting warm. I was flooding my pull-up, my first daytime accident in months and my crush had a front row view.


This is an awesome story. S Tier easily!