Katie woke up in a dark room, and couldn’t see anything. She still felt like a diaper, but noticeably thicker, meaning not much had changed. Suddenly, the diaper-girl could hear a voice. It was faint, and muffled, but she could hear something. It started getting clearer and clearer, and was accompanied by the sound of footsteps. Soon, Katie was able to make out the voice entirely. It sounded like a teenage girl’s, but none the diaper-girl had ever met before. Without any notice, light flooded into the dark room Katie was trapped in. It was jarring, and the diaper-girl’s eyes needed to adjust. When they did, they saw the figure leaning over them. It was a teenage girl, who was talking on a cell phone. She stared at Katie, almost with confusion, and picked her up.
“Amy, do you know who got me this diaper?” she asked the person on the other end of the phone.
This “Amy” must’ve said “no,” because the teenager said, “Really, then who did? Mom doesn’t buy my diapers like this, and I don’t remember buying it, so somebody else must’ve.”
Another short pause happened for the person on the other end of the phone to talk.
“It’s pink, got these little princess designs all over it, and it’s super thick,” the teenager said, “I’m going to wear it today. You’ll see.”
“Okay bye,” the teenager said, after a little pause.
She examined Katie closely in her hands. She had a little smile as she ran her fingers along the padding.
“I wonder how much it can hold,” the teenager mumbled to herself.
She then walked into the bathroom, Katie still in hands, and locked the door. She put Katie on the floor, and pulled her sweatpants down. Instead of the usual panties, this girl was wearing a diaper. A heavily soaked diaper in fact. First, she undid the tapes, and let it fall to the floor. Next, she picked it up, and dropped it in the garbage bin. Then she grabbed lotion and talcum powder from under the sink, and applied both of them to the place her diaper was. Finally, she unfolded Katie, and put her on. The diaper-girl didn’t like this one bit. She couldn’t handle a toddler’s messes, let alone a teenager’s.
“This one is so cute,” the teenager said aloud, while gazing at it in the mirror, “I almost don’t want to use it.”
That last part was a relief to the Katie.
“Too bad I’m incontinent,” the teenager added, alarming the diaper-girl.
Soon, another voice could be heard.
“Monika!” it called, “Where are you?”
“In the bathroom!” the teenager, whose name Katie just learned was Monika called back, as she put her sweatpants back on.
“Wait, Monika?” the diaper-girl thought, “Is this the same girl I was just on?”
The diaper-girl couldn’t see, but she felt her wearer run downstairs to meet the person calling her.
“What do you want mom?” Monika asked.
“I just wanted to know where you were,” the mother replied, “You know I worry about you.”
“Why?” the teenager asked rhetorically, “Because I’m incontinent.”
“That’s exactly why,” the mother responded, “I don’t like the thought of you having to use diapers in public.”
“Mom, nobody cares, and I’ve got friends that support me,” Monika rebutted, “In fact I’m going to meet them at…