Hey guys, so I’ve been aware of this site for the past several years and have read many different stories here. So, I figured I’d give it a shot.
I’ve written fanfiction before, but never have I had to create characters of my own nor write an original piece, certainly not diaper related. So hopefully it’s enjoyable enough.
I am unsure of how often I will be able to update this story, though I enjoyed writing it and will try to keep it regular. I don’t exactly have a clear path set for it at the moment, only just a foggy outline. So I understand if it seems a little slow at first, it’s just the setup.
Give and Take: Chapter 1
-All Uphill From Here-
“Samantha, we’re back!”
Sam heard her mother yell at her from downstairs. They had been on a weeklong vacation in Hawaii. They had left Sam to tend to the house for the week while they were gone.
‘Oh shit’ Sam thought as she jumped up from her computer chair and sprinted towards the bathroom. She made it inside just as she could hear her parents fumbling with their suitcases in the kitchen on the floor below.
They were home a little earlier than she expected. She heard her somebody ascend the staircase and head straight for her room. Her heart was racing. The footsteps stopped and then began coming towards the bathroom.
“Jeez, Sam, turn on the fan.” Her father said from outside the bathroom door. “Smells like an outhouse out here!” She heard him tap the door twice with his knuckle.
“Oh, sorry” She stated as she faked a chuckle and then complied. “Welcome back.”
“Thanks. Hey we brought you a souvenir kiddo. When you’re finished up come check it out.” He added.
“Will do!” She replied, trying to end the conversation quickly.
She heard her father’s footsteps descend the staircase as he started saying something to her mother.
‘Ok,’ she thought. ‘Time to deal with this.’
She looked down onto herself and removed her pajama bottoms. Underneath was her freshly soiled diaper. The deed couldn’t have been done more than ten minutes before her parents had arrived.
She examined herself in the mirror for what seemed like the hundredth time this week, getting a good look at her diaper. The bottom had a slight hint of yellow to it and was obviously wet, while the back was still its typical white color, though a very prominent bulge relinquished any secrets the color of the diaper attempted to hide.
This was a simple task, one that she had become accustomed to over the past few years of her life. She had known she enjoyed diapers since a very young age; her first memory of the desire to wear them was at the age of six when she was staying at her friend Lucy’s house. Lucy was still using night time diapers. Now, ten years later, she was fully capable of seeing to it that she could fulfill that desire.
Carefully she removed the diaper, thankful for the cover of the fan to mask the sound of the tapes being unpeeled. The diaper was a mess and the same could be said about her backside. This was a task that a few pieces of toilet paper weren’t going to be up to.
She rolled up her diaper and stuck it in the cabinet under the sink in the bathroom. This was her typical hiding place for them. She would stash them here and wait for her parents to be gone then stealthily deliver them to the large garbage can in the garage. Following this was a quick hot shower and she was squeaky clean. Nobody would know any different.
After dressing herself she trekked downstairs to see how her parent’s trip had been.
“Hey Sam, check it out!” Her dad said just as she reached the last step.
He held up a white shirt, it had a design on it of a blue necklace made of flowers going around the neck of the shirt and in big black letters on the front it read “I got leie’d in Hawaii.”
“Oh my god, Dad.” Was all she could think to say. He was grinning from ear to ear so she heartily accepted the gift, doubting she would ever be caught dead wearing that in public.
“We could only find one in medium, but it should shrink in the wash.” Her mother added as she was sorting everything they had brought from their suitcases.
After several hours of long stories regarding Hawaii, a luau they went to and a peculiar old fellow named Rob they had befriended during the trip, things began to settle back to normal.
As she returned upstairs, she noticed that the smell of her deed had completely faded away so she shut off the fan in the bathroom.
Doing so allowed her to hear her phone ringing in her bedroom, which caused her to sprint towards it and frantically try to answer it.
“Hel…damnit… Hello?” she dropped the phone as she answered.
“Sup, Butterfingers!” the voice replied.
“Oh hey, yeah sorry I almost missed your call.”
“I could tell. So hey, I’m off work, we still good for tonight?”
“Yeah definitely. I’ll be over in a heartbeat!” Sam replied. She had been eagerly awaiting this call.
“See you then!”
Sam gathered her things and headed downstairs.
“Hey guys, I’m going to head to Lucy’s for the night.” She informed her parents nonchalantly, she had free reign to go where she wanted most of the time. It was already 8:30pm, but it was a Friday and she wasn’t going to miss out on an opportunity to hang out with Lucy.
“Ok, sweetie. Have fun.” Her mom replied.
“Have a good night. Say hi to Lucy for us.” Her father added.
“Will do.” She said as she went out the front door.
Lucy had been Sam’s best friend since they were children. They both grew up in the neighborhood that Sam was currently living in, but Lucy had moved away when they were 12. They still saw each other almost every weekend but Sam had to drive a little ways to get to Lucy’s house.
She parked in the driveway and approached the door. She was about to knock when the door flung wide open.
“Can’t you see the sign, NO SOLICITING, we don’t need any more girl scout cookies!”
The man who had opened the door was Lucy’s father.
“But we just restocked our somoas.” Sam said, playing along.
“Oh, well then I guess I have no other choice but to let you in.” He replied, moving aside to let her in.
Sam just smiled and walked in. He had pulled this joke on Sam for the first time many years back and over the years it had become something of an inside joke between the two.
“Lulu is upstairs in her room.” He added as they made it fully into the house, pointing up the stairs.
Sam approached Lucy’s bedroom door and flung it open. There was a startled gasp as Lucy had not been expecting her privacy to be interrupted suddenly.
She was standing in her room in just a white t-shirt and her Goodnite, obviously preparing for the night.
“Oh, hey Sam… you scared me.” She said as she pulled up her shorts.
“Getting ready for bed already, huh Lulu?” Sam teased, she would always use that name with her when she was teasing her.
“No way, just movie night.” She replied.
Lucy had been Sam’s friend for so long, Sam couldn’t remember a time when Lucy didn’t have to wear a diaper or some kind of protection to bed. It was almost natural to her. Lucy still hadn’t grown out of her bedwetting habit which Sam believed only further increased her fascination with diapers as she got older.
Sam joined Lucy by jumping into her PJ’s and getting comfy. After grabbing some popcorn and soda, the girls began their movie night. Within a few hours, both were fast asleep in Lucy’s bed with the TV still playing in the background.
Sam and Lucy awoke at more or less the same time in the morning. Lucy excused herself to take a shower, which Sam understood as another soaked Goodnite.
After eating breakfast and conversing with the family, Sam bid them farewell and departed for her house.
They had still planned on hanging out Saturday night as well, but Lucy had to work and Sam wanted to get a few things done before school on Monday.
She entered her house, fully expecting her parents to be in their usual spot in the living room in front of the television. However she only saw her father there.
“Hey, Sam, How was your night?” Her dad waved at her.
“Good. I’m heading back over there tonight as well. I just want to get some homework done before I do.” She replied.
“Ok, well before that why don’t you go help your mother by cleaning your bathroom. She wants them all cleaned today. You’re in luck too, I think she already started with yours.”
‘Shit’ Sam thought, as she bolted upstairs. As she turned the corner she could see her mother in the bathroom, opening the cabinet under the sink.