The Trying Policy – Chapter Six
When Julie got down to the kitchen, her dad was there washing his hands. From the looks of him, he had just finished mowing the grass. He saw Julie come in.
“Hey there kid-o, how did the speech go today?”
Julie wondered how he was going to react to seeing her wearing just her shirt and diaper, but he seemed to be acting like nothing was out of the ordinary.
“It went fine dad.”
“Well, looks like you and mom talked this morning. Guess I’ll need to remember to check your diaper from time to time.” Ted said as if talking about the weather.
Julie realized that this was the first time her dad had said anything at all about this whole little diaper experiment she had started. She was partly astonished and partly relieved to note that he had just said that with his normal matter of factness. Julie was about to answer, when her mom beat her to it.
“You and me both Hon. I just changed her though, so she should be ok until bedtime I think. Dinner is just about ready, so why don’t you two wash up and sit down.”
Julie and her dad did just that. She still felt a bit awkward wondering around the house in her diaper. This diaper seemed to crinkle even more than the last one.
A few minutes later they were all sitting down. After dinner, Julie headed up to her room to start working on her homework. She plowed through her biology chapter, and then started the small math assignment she had. She was about halfway done when she remember to call Becky.
Julie got up and walked over to the phone. On the way, she noticed that she needed to go to the bathroom. She naturally started walking in that direction and made it about 5 steps before she remembered. She stopped dead in her tracks as her memory told her ‘I’m not allowed to go there.’ It was a very strange feeling indeed.
Julie needed to go to the bathroom, and it wasn’t to pee. She looked again at the bathroom. Then she turned and looked back to her room. Julie suddenly started to worry. After another moment, she turned around and walked back into her room closing the door behind her.
She started wondering what she had done. The need to go began to build. She started pacing the room, not sure what to do. She saw the phone and decided to call Becky. She was stalling, and she knew it.
Becky picked right up. The two of them chatted for a few minutes, and then got down to business. Becky and Julie had a long agreement: Julie helped Becky with math, and Becky would help Julie with English. It worked out really well, as they each had their strong points academically. Unfortunately for Julie, Becky didn’t need much help tonight. Sooner than Julie had hoped for, Becky said goodnight and hung up. Julie found herself alone in her room again, needing to go more than when she had started talking to Becky.
She sat down on her bed. She knew what had to happen, but couldn’t believe that she had to do it. Julie started to wonder if she might have made a big mistake. It was bad enough to have to wet your pants, but what about…. ‘Why didn’t I think about this’? Julie thought to herself. She had intentionally pushed the idea from her mind when her mom had laid down the rules. ‘Why do I always ignore the bad things?’ she asked herself. ‘I can’t believe I am going to have to…. The thought was so strange, so crazy that Julie couldn’t even bring herself to say it to herself. But she knew all too well that it wasn’t going to go away. ‘There’s no way. I couldn’t actually…. Again she found herself unable to say it.
Julie started to get really worried. Her stomach started doing flips and she finally realized she was breathing really quickly. ‘OK, get a hold of yourself already!’ she thought. She stood up and took a long breath. She took another and started trying to think positively.
‘OK, what’s done is done’ Julie thought to herself. She started actually talking, muttering really, to herself. “I should have thought about this, but I didn’t and, well, now it’s too late. So what am I going to do, freak out about it? No. No, that’s not going to help. What does dad say about this stuff,
“Learn to accept the consequences of your actions.” Well, I know what has to happen, and it’s not like I can put it off forever.”
Julie took a look at the clock, and saw that it was already 9:00. Her parents would be going to bed soon. Her mom had told her dad that she should be ‘ok’ until bedtime, so that probably meant that somebody would check her diaper before they went to sleep.
“Well, in that case, I would be better off going now. I mean, I don’t want to go after they check me and head to bed.”
In Julie’s mind a little trail started taking place. On the one side was some 12 years of potty training and avoiding “accidents” combined with the horror related to the thought of actually doing it. On the other side her body was telling her that she really needed to go and the unquestionable logic that if she was going to go it was better to go now, followed by the simple and undisputable fact that she didn’t have a choice anyhow. When she realized that it was not a matter of “if” but “when” the trail ended. The jury returned a unanimous verdict in favor of the only real option.
Julie took a deep breath and finally managed to say it. “I’m going to have to just poop my pants.” Just saying it seemed to help a tiny bit. She tried again, “That’s it, I’ll just poop my pants.” Julie took a deep breath and continued muttering to herself again. “Poop my diaper actually.” Julie corrected herself. “Good point. I am not wearing any pants. I’m wearing a diaper, and people expect you to poop in your diaper. Heck I don’t even have a choice really.” There was no denying that that much was true. ‘It’s not like I’m about to ruin my favorite pants or do anything wrong or bad.’ she thought to herself as she turned and looked at the girl wearing a diaper in the mirror. She signed and accepted her fate. ‘All right. No sense in waiting, let’s get it over with’.
Julie actually realized that she couldn’t hold back much longer anyway. If she hadn’t been wearing a diaper, she would be pretty much running for a bathroom by now. She took a deep breath and tried to think how to best go about this. Should she sit down like she was on the toilet? She looked at her desk chair. It only took two seconds before she realized that wouldn’t really work.
She turned around and saw her changing station. Seeing the stacks of clean diapers helped her remember that dirty diapers all eventually get changed, and clean ones get put on. Maybe this wasn’t as big of a deal as she was making it out to be. She decided to just do it right there.
And so, standing there in her room, looking at her new changing station Julie filled her diaper for the first time in well over a decade. She had no idea what to expect, but even still, the sensation surprised her. That same surreal detached feeling came over her as things started happening. It seemed as if someone placed a balloon in her diaper and slowly inflated it. The balloon started off very small, and then began to push against her diaper. When the diaper ran out of room, the balloon began to force her cheeks apart slightly. The balloon grew quickly, spread out over part of her bottom and then stopped.
Julie felt a lot better. First and foremost, the need was gone. But perhaps more importantly, it had not been as bad as she thought it was going to be. ‘In fact’ she thought ‘it really wasn’t that big of a deal at all.’
With everything finally finished, Julie come out of her fog, and she realized that she was standing in the middle of her room. She still had a couple of math problems left. She tried to walk over to her desk. The load in her diaper felt a bit awkward, and she kind of waddled. When she got there, she realized that sitting down wasn’t going to be a good idea. She decided to try lying down on her bed, so she grabbed her book and waddled over. She managed to lie down on her stomach without any problems, but found that she needed to spread her legs apart a bit to get comfortable.
‘I just hope somebody checks my diaper soon.’ She said as she tired to get back into her math assignment.
Luckily for Julie, about 15 minutes later her mom opened the door and walked in. Julie looked up from her math book and was about to say that she needed to be changed, when she remember what her mom had said earlier. She kept quite.
Sally had been planning on checking her daughter’s diaper. She would be heading for bed soon, and she wanted to make sure Julie’s diaper was clean before she did so.
“Hey honey,” Sally said as she walked over to the bed. “I’m going to head for bed soon, so I just wanted to check you diaper one last time.” She was about to put her hand on Julie’s bottom to check, when she realized that wouldn’t be necessary. Sally knew a dirty diaper when she smelled one.
“Uh-oh.” Sally said in a tone Julie hadn’t heard her mom use since her little 5 year old cousins had visited. “I think I smell a dirty diaper. Did somebody poop their pants?” Sally looked at Julie and waited for an answer.
Julie was a bit surprised to hear her mom talk to her like that. It took her a few seconds before she figured out that her mom was waiting for her to answer the question, and then another few to figure out what to say.
“Uh, yea I … I did.” Julie finally managed.
“Well,” Sally continued in the same cooing tone “that’s ok honey. Good thing you’re wearing a diaper, or you might have made a real mess.” She paused, then walked over to the changing and patted the plastic covered mattress. “Let get you changed. Come on hop up.”
Julie slowly got up and waddled to the changing table. Why was her mom talking to her like she was 5? And what was she talking about with this whole ‘real mess thing’? Her mom made it sound like she would have pooped herself even if she wasn’t wearing a diaper.
She hopped up and proceeded to lie down. Her mom grabbed the baby wipes, set them down next to Julie’s stomach, and started taking off the tapes of her diaper. Her mom pulled the front of the diaper down and slid the diaper out from under her. Then a baby wipe came out and did some work. Suddenly, everything stopped.
“You know what honey?” Sally asked, using her normal voice again. “Why don’t you hop in the shower real quick? It’s really better for you to wash off. We don’t want you getting a diaper rash.”
Julie hopped down from the changing station and headed for the shower. She normally showered before she went to bed, so this was pretty much the same as any other night. As she was showering off, she heard to toilet flush from her mom and her dirty diaper. As her mom walked by on the way out of the bathroom she said. “When you finish your shower, brush your teeth and then I’ll come back up and get you diapered and ready for bed.”
Julie never liked long showers, and about 10 minutes later she found herself on her back, staring at the small glow in the dark stars on the ceiling while her mom diapered her. Sally had put an extra thick layer of nursery jelly, saying it was important since her diaper might be wet for a while during the night. Julie stopped staring at the stars and looked down as her mom pulled the diaper up between her legs and started taping it into place. When the tapes were all fastened, Sally ran her fingers just inside the leg openings to make sure the diaper wasn’t bunched up. As she did this, she looked at Julie and said “Just making sure the leg gatherers are facing the right way. We don’t want you to leak during the night.” Julie was about to get up, but before she started to move her mom asked her another question. “Which pajamas do you want tonight? Penguins or cows?”
Julie wasn’t a crazy a fashion girl, but she did take great pride in her collection of pajamas. She loved wearing them, and always picked out the cutest patterns she could find. Julie preferred the two piece sets, she never really liked wearing “nities.” They were all of a soft cotton or flannel material that felt extra snuggly on cold mornings. Usually they were some pastel color, typically pink or blue but sometimes yellow or even white, and they always had some kind of cute animal too. Her current favorites were a blue pair with ice skating penguins, and a pink set with dancing cows.
“Penguins” Julie said, sounding more like an excited 6 year old girl than herself.
Sally turned around and opened the top drawer of the dresser. She fished around for a second and then pulled out the pajamas. She slipped the pants over Julie’s feet and pulled them up and then over the diaper. Then Sally handed the top to Julie.
“I only handle the pants. You’re in charge from the waist up.” She said with a wink.
Julie sat up on the crinkling plastic changing pad, and slipped off her shirt. She pulled the pajama top over her head, and hopped down to the ground.
Her diaper came up past the top of her pajama pants, and the top didn’t come down much farther than her belly. As such, there was about an inch of white diaper that was there for all to see.
Sally took a look at her daughter and said to herself that despite being 15 years old, Julie still looked like a really cute toddler. The diaper didn’t even seem all that out of place with the pajamas. She reached down and firmly patted her daughters diapered behind.
“Night sweetie. I’ll be sure to check your diaper in the morning, and I expect it to be wet. I know you usually use the bathroom in the night, so just go ahead. I don’t want you getting sick cause you tried to hold it too long.”
Julie knew her mom was right. She had had problems wetting the bed when she was younger. It wasn’t until she learned to wake up in the night that she managed to stay dry.
“OK mom, I will.”
“Night sweetie, I love you.” Sally said as she closed the door.
Julie took a look at the clock and decided to head for bed. The couple of math problems left could wait until class the next day. As she went to turn out the light she stole a glance at herself in the mirror. The pajamas looked ever cutter with her diaper showing she decided. She turned and looked at herself from the back. Her bottom did look a bit bigger, but the top of her diaper made it obvious why. ‘Much cutter’ she said to herself as she turned out the light.
Julie diaper crinkled loudly as she walked to bed and climbed in. As she lay there she noticed how the diaper felt snug and secure. Her last thoughts as she drifted to sleep were of the glowing stars on the ceiling.
The End of The Trying Policy – Chapter Six.
If you want to read more stories about ABDL girls you can find a list here: Diaper Girls – Index