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Hey.
This is part of an art trade I did with MyDLSecretLife. He's a pretty cool dude. Check him out:http://mydlsecretlife.deviantart.com/
He also did the cover art (which is also really just a pic he did a while back that he let me reuse)
*BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BE-*
The irritably unnerving tone of the alarm clock sounded off autonomously as the sunlight of a new dawn drifted through the flannel curtains of the rustic-looking bedroom. The room, adorned with various posters, photos, and other knick-knacks looked as if it belonged to a teenager, of all things.
This was the bedroom of Wendy Corduroy, who (funnily enough) happened to be one.
Wrapped up in the quilt-like blanket that's been her own for the longest time, Wendy unconsciously slammed a hand on the top buttons of the digital clock, not even looking up from her slumber to check the time. She pulled up her covers, the immediate rustling of fabric leaving a slightly audible noise...that somehow happened to be slightly drowned out by the ever-present crinkling that came from within.
You see, Wendy wasn't your average, everyday teenage girl. I mean, the fact that she was well-versed in and easily capable of performing the work that usually belonged to the traditional American lumberjack was a touch odd, but considering the fact that she lived in Gravity Falls, Oregon, the only town on the face of the Earth that allowed a man to have a perfectly legal (if not rocky) marriage with a woodpecker, it was practically normal.
You see, Wendy was an AB/DL, or an Adult Baby/Diaper Lover...through she tended to lean towards the latter half of the term. She liked the idea of wearing diapers (and potentially using them), as well as the feeling of the soft, puffy panties that she had come to a slight obsession with in recent years. She liked the crinkling noise they made every time she tried to walk in them, resulting in an infantile waddle due in part to the bulk keeping her legs from even grasping the concept of touching each other. Heck, she even liked whenever she "accidentally" had to use her diapers, almost as if she was an overgrown toddler whose dam had broke before she could make it to the potty.
Wendy wasn't exactly sure what got her into diapers to begin with, though. Maybe it was the fact she was potty trained at an early age (lumberjacks start young, kiddos), maybe it was something she simply gravitated to over time, or maybe it was the vaguest memory of her running into a big kid wearing them when she was reeeallly young. Regardless, Wendy loved them...and did everything in her power possible to make sure nobody ever found out. Internet history deletion, denial, the occasional bit of blame, you name it. It was her darkest, most dangerous secret, and here she was, lazing about in bed while wearing oversized Pampers.
Of course, this wasn't something she did often. I mean, she only really ever got access to diapers rarely, and even when she did get her hands on them, she had to keep them out of sight at all times. Yet, it almost seemed as if fate had decided to smile upon the teen. Her entire family being out of the house for the weekend plus a pack of legitimate AB diapers she had saved up for with work money equaled the Friday night of a lifetime. She had the entire house to herself, and diapers thick enough to make her waddle like a two-year-old and so absorbent that she could probably let Niagra Falls run in it and it likely wouldn't have leaked for, like, 30 minutes.
Plus, the pack came with flannel-colored tape landing zones and some of the most adorable animal prints known to man. There were little, unicolored GIRAFFES, man.
Freaking adorable.
So, here she was, clad only in an old tank-top, a pair of socks, and a slightly sodden diaper, barely yellowed or even wet with the teen's urine. She tossed and turned in her bed, feeling the soft, plush padding swaddled around her legs. As stated, the pair of puffy panties crinkled loudly through the room with even the slightest move she made. She couldn't help but grin, perhaps even giggle slightly with the fact her fantasy was in reality, and nothing could ever go-
She unintentionally looks up from her covers, and catches a peek at her alarm clock, the light blue numeric text displaying the time 9:35...
...
"I'm late!"
The padded teenager snaps awake, immediately realizing that she was due for cashier work at the Mystery Shack ten minutes ago, having forgotten as a result of the bulbous marshmallowy mass hugging her butt. She immediately leaps out of bed...well, as much as a person can leap while wearing a massive pair of Huggies. She starts waddling over to her closet, desperately trying to get her clothes on as soon as possible.
"Of all the freaking days I had to forget work, it had to be today!"
She continues to dress herself in a hurried and almost careless manner, managing to do somewhat well...until reaching the matter of her diaper. A part of her wanted to get the thing off and dispose of it ASAP, so the smell wouldn't linger in her room...yet another part of her realized that the amount of time that it'd take to get the thing off, bagged, and to the dump would be too freaking long. Why not keep it on, and ride out the day until the end of work? That way, she wouldn't have to waste a perfectly good pair of pamps, and she'd be able to use them so Stan wouldn't chastise her for her bathroom breaks. It's practically win-win!
But the risk was high...
Screw it, Wendy mentally decided. She was going to work today covertly padded and that was final. Only problem now was the matter of finding something to wear...
The slight Pomf-ing of air through thick padding being slightly compressed by the pair of jeans Wendy had decided to "borrow" from one of her brothers (seeing as none of her other garments either could even contain the thing without looking suspicious, or hid them well enough) lightly rang out with every step she took towards the Mystery Shack, and Wendy was loving it. Sure, the over-exaggerated crinkling was definitely hushed by the pants (which, in this case, was a good thing), but the diaper's bulge still left an impact on how she fit into the jeans, filling out some of the areas she couldn't fit into naturally, with room for when she actually had to go potty. Did it look a touch awkward? Yes. Did it still hide her potty panties? Yes. Did it practically make her feel as if she was a three-year-old who was attempting to play grown-up? Heck-yes. Did she love that?
HECK-FRIGGIN'-YEAH.
Regardless, she made her way to the formerly-known Murder Hut with a toddle in her steps and a horrible blush that, as much as she tried to ignore it, still remained semi-prominent on her pale skin. After trying to talk herself into looking as natural as possible (which would prove to be somewhat complicated, seeing as her butt was about ten times poofier than it should have been for a girl her age), she quickly enters through, only to see her next biggest roadblock...
"Wendy!!!"
Out of all the people she had to run into this morning, it was Mabel Pines, twelve-year-old relative of Stan...and probably the second-oldest person in the Falls that was currently wearing overgrown Pampers.
Confused? Allow me to explain. You see, Mabel's parents (who were also the parents of her sibling, Dipper) were VEEEERRRYYY lenient in terms of potty training in regards to their daughter. Whereas Dipper had been trained at an early (and somewhat appropriate age) by their choice, Mabel was given the choice of starting to use the potty whenever she was ready.
That was when she was two. Since then, she's been diaper-clad for just about every single day of her life thus far, her butt usually swaddled in whatever brand that her family could afford at the time, and at the moment, she was taped into a more medical brand that managed to hold a lot more than your average diaper and was white as snow...except for the times Mabel drew on them to liven them up...or had to put them to good use...
Regardless, considering the fact that Mabel wasn't secretive whatsoever about her padding or her more infantile natures (heck, she still wore onesies on a daily basis. They were all hand-made, of course, but still), Wendy wasn't all that shocked about the image of seeing the brace-faced girl toddling towards her in a pink onesie with a freaking rainbow on the front and a pacifier clip. However, considering the nature of her absorbent panties, it was practically terrifying.
Wendy was trying her best to remain composed as the other overgrown toddler in the room toddled her way over to her, Mabel's equally thick diaper providing a decent challenge in terms of simply walking from one corner of the room to another. She eventually makes her way over to the teen in covert tinky-trousers.
"Hey, Wendy," Mabel chirped to her overaged peer, her knees slightly bent due to the padding slightly jutting towards her legs. "What took you so long? We've been looking everywhere for you!"
"Oh, I just slept in, was all," Wendy replied with a slightly nervous tone in her voice.
"You sure?"
"Oh, uh, Yeah. Completely. My alarm clock went off at the wrong time, and I didn't wake up when I wanted to."
Mabel can't help but "Hm" at the teenager inquisitively, not entirely buying her story just yet. Could her secret be blown here and now?
"Well," Mabel nonchalantly says whilst shrugging off the previous tension unknown to her. "Happens to everybody! I've woken up late tons of times!"
Wendy gives a subconscious sigh of pure relief in regards to her peer not being able to notice the extremely faint smell of talcum powder about her. Kinda ironic, don't you think?
The tween continues on.
"So, you want me to go tell Stan you got here?" Mabel says as she couldn't help but feel a veery familiar feeling in the pit of her stomach...
"Yeah, sure," Wendy replies. "That'd be...Mabel? Something wrong?"
The discreetly-diapered redhead can't help but be simultaneously confused and completely all-knowing of what the overgrown tot was about to do as soon as she started bending her knees slightly and began to clench her fists, slightly.
"Nah...Just had a big breakfast..."
Almost immediately, Mabel could feel her floodgates opening immediately, the warm urine frolicking out of the girl and quickly into the thirsty daytime diaper she had been wearing, the padding wicking up the moisture and causing her relatively huge Huggies to swell and grow discolored and squishy. A brief sigh of relief comes from the girl as the built up pressure from her bladder let itself out naturally and into her padding without any consequence before a small grunt signified that things were about to become a touch stinkier...
Mabel bends over a touch more in order to make more way for the incoming load, readying herself for the first initial push. Another small grunt comes as muffled fart slightly puffs out the still mostly-dry padding in the butt of her onesie before a somewhat relieved smile signifies that the worst of Mabel's problems were over...despite her bowel movement only beginning. The backside of her diaper quickly starts to push out and slightly discolors to a shade of brown as her tush mush fills out the back of her disposable potty pants, visibly putting some strain on her onesie as her diaper pushes back and downwards.
The "little" girl takes a moment to try to see if anything else was to come from her bum and into her enlargened Luvs. Nothing else seems to come, she pops back up to face Wendy...who looks visibly shaken.
"There. Much better! Sorry for kinda-you know-"pooping" out for a second."
"It's fine," Wendy replies somewhat stunned.
Admittedly, in that one moment, Wendy was somewhat envious of Mabel and her condition. I mean, she wasn't too interested in messing her diapers (almost entirely due to clean-up), but just the thought of being able to casually "go" then and there was almost extremely interesting to her. The image of her in place of Mabel at that moment, dressed up like a massive toddler and using a diaper like it was first nature, sounded very..extremely appealing.
"Well, I'm gonna go get a change," Mabel replies as she signifies to the messy mass swaddled to her waist. "I'll tell Dipper that you came in later!"
"Yeah. See you later!" Wendy replies as she watches the tween toddle off, Mabel's waddle now slightly more impaired as her butt had now take an more lump-ish nature than when she had last come in.
Wendy sighed. That was close. Too close. Regardless, she slightly toddles over to her post, ready to start ringing up the various bits of somewhat cheap merchandise (which was the exact opposite in retail price at the Shack, of course), and trying not to focus on the current nature of her Huggies or how great it would feel to let loose right now, or even the fact that she felt she needed more "little" clothes instead of just her diapers, an old T-Shirt, and her socks.
She managed to keep to her work for a while, absolutely unable to shake the infantile thoughts that danced about her mind moreso than usual as a result of wearing her diapers to her workplace. Aside from that, things seemed pretty much as usual...up until after lunch, when Wendy was starting to feel a very peculiar pressure in her bladder...
She was simply standing at the register, waiting for whatever customer to make their way to the register (said customers being somewhat sparse; slow day at the Shack), and suddenly, the extreme need to pee finally manifested itself in Wendy Corduroy as a result of a slapdash lunch she had assembled earlier that morning, consisting of a can of Pitt and an old muffin (which was simply something she picked up due to being too rushed to put something together). A part of her wanted to not go through with her initial plan of using her Pampers for their intended purpose at work, yet another part was telling her to release the floodgates.
And that part was winning.
Wendy tried to cross her legs together to ease the urge, yet her poofy panties only served as a deterrent to doing so, crinkling slightly as the padding rubbed up against itself. "Now or Never," she thought to herself.
Mere moments later, a genuine sigh of relief and enjoyment came from Wendy as he peed her Pampers like an untrained three-year-old at daycare. The warm stream of urine continuously flowed into the pillowy recesses of Wendy's poofy padding, causing it to slightly swell up and gently push against the jeans they were being restrained and hidden by. The white background on which the pink mini-giraffes were laid was quickly turning to a light shade of yellow and bulging out, the gentle crinkling turning to a slight squishing as it pushed outwards.
After a minute or so, Wendy's river had run dry, and she could admit that this was one of the best days at work she had ever had. It took everything in her power from poking and prodding the now squishy padding strapped to her butt, the feeling even better than it was from the night before. This could go on forever, and it would be..
Cue another pressure building inside the squishy teenager...and this time, it wasn't in her bladder. Wendy had to poop...badly.
Wendy was scared, most assuredly. She didn't have a plan whatsoever in the case of this horrifying inevitability. She didn't have a plan for clean-up, for a change, for...anything in this matter, really.
She had the distinct idea to take her diaper off, use an actual potty, and put it back on, at least. However, the very same part of her that wanted her to pee her pants in public, was telling her to pop a squat then and there, and use her diaper then and there. Wendy definitely didn't want to poop in public, whatsoever...although...
The slight rumbling of her stomach makes things immediately apparent that she needed to make a choice here and now: Potty? or Pampers?
A few seconds later, and the slight sloshing sound away from the register signified that Wendy had clearly left her post to go be a big girl again...right?
Wendy quickly toddled her way to the women's bathroom, shutting the door behind her as the dim light flickered on. The room itself was rather meager, considering the fact it consisted of a singular toilet, sink, mirror, and babies' changing table. Either way, it'd more than enough privacy for what Wendy was about to do.
A vague sense of fear and excitement permeated the room as Wendy gently paced in the room, trying to not psych herself out of her act.
"Okay, Wendy. Just be calm, you're only pooping yourself...and I hope to never say that out loud ever again. Just-"
A small grumble and the feeling of extreme pressure in her stomach immediately starts to get her into position, beginning to squat down.
"Relax. Don't hold it. You may be right next to the potty, but you're in diapers, so it's cool. Just..start..."
A muffled fart blows it's way out the back of her padding, only pushing out slightly due to being constrained by the oversized jeans and it's smell completely filtered out by the thick diaper. Wendy gives a strained grunt, and after a relatively large push, Wendy Corduroy starts to fill out the butt of her squishy, wet Pampers for the first time since she was an actual toddler. The occasional fart accompanies another log of the squishy muck increasing the bulge of her diaper. It tries to push out against the pants and manages to succeed for only a few moments, restrained by her pants.
Wendy was almost amazed by how the whole thing felt. As time went on, pushing all of her metaphorical troubles away and into the butt of her Huggies became easier and easier, almost to the point where it felt like she wasn't even putting any effort into it at all. It was so...relaxing, so comforting, so...little.
Eventually, Wendy finishes up, shakily standing back up unbalanced as a result of the new mass added to her. She takes off her pants to inspect the damage, and finds her diaper to be very discolored, somewhat sagging yet still supported by the strong tapes She takes a few steps, not entirely sure how to properly walk in her newly-messed Pampers, before shakily falling down on her squishy, smooshy bum...and it felt EXCELLENT.
She starts rubbing her diaper, smooshing and squishing the contents inside. It was so wrong, yet so right. Everything in the world simply disappeared as she felt the warm mess against her legs, and-
"...Wendy?"
Wendy immediately jerks her head towards the door, a look of pure horror on her face, blushing as red as a tomato as she saw who was peeking into the bathroom.
Mabel, of course.
Wendy tries to leap back up to the best of her ability, desperately trying to circumnavigate her messy diaper's bulk to grab her pants and hide her secret.
"Mabel, it's not what it looks like!"
Mabel waddles in, closing the door. She has a look of both contemplation and confusion...or one that meant bad gas. Most couldn't tell.
"Wendy...You...
"Please don't tell Stan, I can explain everything!"
"You...wear diapers too?!?" A look of genuine excitement takes over Mabel's expression, as Wendy can't help but be slightly confused...yet completely gracious. What to do now? Lie? Tell the truth?
Wendy looks back down at her messy padding, the small decals giving a slight grin to her face before looking back at Mabel.
"...Yeah...totally."
Cue Mabel having a complete and utter blowout of pure emotion.
"OH MY GOSH! I can't believe I never noticed until now! I've always wanted to have somebody to trade changing tips with!"
"...Yeah, speaking of.."
"You need changing?"
Wendy gives a somewhat uneasy nod...not entirely sure if Mabel was actually intending to change her...or if she had any diapers for her to begin with.
"No problem! I think I've still got the XL Pack Grunkle Stan accidentally got for me a while ago. Just wait here!"
Mabel runs out, toddling like mad up to her room...and muttering something about how she won't believe the look on Dipper's face when he finds out....
This is part of an art trade I did with MyDLSecretLife. He's a pretty cool dude. Check him out:http://mydlsecretlife.deviantart.com/
He also did the cover art (which is also really just a pic he did a while back that he let me reuse)
*BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BE-*
The irritably unnerving tone of the alarm clock sounded off autonomously as the sunlight of a new dawn drifted through the flannel curtains of the rustic-looking bedroom. The room, adorned with various posters, photos, and other knick-knacks looked as if it belonged to a teenager, of all things.
This was the bedroom of Wendy Corduroy, who (funnily enough) happened to be one.
Wrapped up in the quilt-like blanket that's been her own for the longest time, Wendy unconsciously slammed a hand on the top buttons of the digital clock, not even looking up from her slumber to check the time. She pulled up her covers, the immediate rustling of fabric leaving a slightly audible noise...that somehow happened to be slightly drowned out by the ever-present crinkling that came from within.
You see, Wendy wasn't your average, everyday teenage girl. I mean, the fact that she was well-versed in and easily capable of performing the work that usually belonged to the traditional American lumberjack was a touch odd, but considering the fact that she lived in Gravity Falls, Oregon, the only town on the face of the Earth that allowed a man to have a perfectly legal (if not rocky) marriage with a woodpecker, it was practically normal.
You see, Wendy was an AB/DL, or an Adult Baby/Diaper Lover...through she tended to lean towards the latter half of the term. She liked the idea of wearing diapers (and potentially using them), as well as the feeling of the soft, puffy panties that she had come to a slight obsession with in recent years. She liked the crinkling noise they made every time she tried to walk in them, resulting in an infantile waddle due in part to the bulk keeping her legs from even grasping the concept of touching each other. Heck, she even liked whenever she "accidentally" had to use her diapers, almost as if she was an overgrown toddler whose dam had broke before she could make it to the potty.
Wendy wasn't exactly sure what got her into diapers to begin with, though. Maybe it was the fact she was potty trained at an early age (lumberjacks start young, kiddos), maybe it was something she simply gravitated to over time, or maybe it was the vaguest memory of her running into a big kid wearing them when she was reeeallly young. Regardless, Wendy loved them...and did everything in her power possible to make sure nobody ever found out. Internet history deletion, denial, the occasional bit of blame, you name it. It was her darkest, most dangerous secret, and here she was, lazing about in bed while wearing oversized Pampers.
Of course, this wasn't something she did often. I mean, she only really ever got access to diapers rarely, and even when she did get her hands on them, she had to keep them out of sight at all times. Yet, it almost seemed as if fate had decided to smile upon the teen. Her entire family being out of the house for the weekend plus a pack of legitimate AB diapers she had saved up for with work money equaled the Friday night of a lifetime. She had the entire house to herself, and diapers thick enough to make her waddle like a two-year-old and so absorbent that she could probably let Niagra Falls run in it and it likely wouldn't have leaked for, like, 30 minutes.
Plus, the pack came with flannel-colored tape landing zones and some of the most adorable animal prints known to man. There were little, unicolored GIRAFFES, man.
Freaking adorable.
So, here she was, clad only in an old tank-top, a pair of socks, and a slightly sodden diaper, barely yellowed or even wet with the teen's urine. She tossed and turned in her bed, feeling the soft, plush padding swaddled around her legs. As stated, the pair of puffy panties crinkled loudly through the room with even the slightest move she made. She couldn't help but grin, perhaps even giggle slightly with the fact her fantasy was in reality, and nothing could ever go-
She unintentionally looks up from her covers, and catches a peek at her alarm clock, the light blue numeric text displaying the time 9:35...
...
"I'm late!"
The padded teenager snaps awake, immediately realizing that she was due for cashier work at the Mystery Shack ten minutes ago, having forgotten as a result of the bulbous marshmallowy mass hugging her butt. She immediately leaps out of bed...well, as much as a person can leap while wearing a massive pair of Huggies. She starts waddling over to her closet, desperately trying to get her clothes on as soon as possible.
"Of all the freaking days I had to forget work, it had to be today!"
She continues to dress herself in a hurried and almost careless manner, managing to do somewhat well...until reaching the matter of her diaper. A part of her wanted to get the thing off and dispose of it ASAP, so the smell wouldn't linger in her room...yet another part of her realized that the amount of time that it'd take to get the thing off, bagged, and to the dump would be too freaking long. Why not keep it on, and ride out the day until the end of work? That way, she wouldn't have to waste a perfectly good pair of pamps, and she'd be able to use them so Stan wouldn't chastise her for her bathroom breaks. It's practically win-win!
But the risk was high...
Screw it, Wendy mentally decided. She was going to work today covertly padded and that was final. Only problem now was the matter of finding something to wear...
The slight Pomf-ing of air through thick padding being slightly compressed by the pair of jeans Wendy had decided to "borrow" from one of her brothers (seeing as none of her other garments either could even contain the thing without looking suspicious, or hid them well enough) lightly rang out with every step she took towards the Mystery Shack, and Wendy was loving it. Sure, the over-exaggerated crinkling was definitely hushed by the pants (which, in this case, was a good thing), but the diaper's bulge still left an impact on how she fit into the jeans, filling out some of the areas she couldn't fit into naturally, with room for when she actually had to go potty. Did it look a touch awkward? Yes. Did it still hide her potty panties? Yes. Did it practically make her feel as if she was a three-year-old who was attempting to play grown-up? Heck-yes. Did she love that?
HECK-FRIGGIN'-YEAH.
Regardless, she made her way to the formerly-known Murder Hut with a toddle in her steps and a horrible blush that, as much as she tried to ignore it, still remained semi-prominent on her pale skin. After trying to talk herself into looking as natural as possible (which would prove to be somewhat complicated, seeing as her butt was about ten times poofier than it should have been for a girl her age), she quickly enters through, only to see her next biggest roadblock...
"Wendy!!!"
Out of all the people she had to run into this morning, it was Mabel Pines, twelve-year-old relative of Stan...and probably the second-oldest person in the Falls that was currently wearing overgrown Pampers.
Confused? Allow me to explain. You see, Mabel's parents (who were also the parents of her sibling, Dipper) were VEEEERRRYYY lenient in terms of potty training in regards to their daughter. Whereas Dipper had been trained at an early (and somewhat appropriate age) by their choice, Mabel was given the choice of starting to use the potty whenever she was ready.
That was when she was two. Since then, she's been diaper-clad for just about every single day of her life thus far, her butt usually swaddled in whatever brand that her family could afford at the time, and at the moment, she was taped into a more medical brand that managed to hold a lot more than your average diaper and was white as snow...except for the times Mabel drew on them to liven them up...or had to put them to good use...
Regardless, considering the fact that Mabel wasn't secretive whatsoever about her padding or her more infantile natures (heck, she still wore onesies on a daily basis. They were all hand-made, of course, but still), Wendy wasn't all that shocked about the image of seeing the brace-faced girl toddling towards her in a pink onesie with a freaking rainbow on the front and a pacifier clip. However, considering the nature of her absorbent panties, it was practically terrifying.
Wendy was trying her best to remain composed as the other overgrown toddler in the room toddled her way over to her, Mabel's equally thick diaper providing a decent challenge in terms of simply walking from one corner of the room to another. She eventually makes her way over to the teen in covert tinky-trousers.
"Hey, Wendy," Mabel chirped to her overaged peer, her knees slightly bent due to the padding slightly jutting towards her legs. "What took you so long? We've been looking everywhere for you!"
"Oh, I just slept in, was all," Wendy replied with a slightly nervous tone in her voice.
"You sure?"
"Oh, uh, Yeah. Completely. My alarm clock went off at the wrong time, and I didn't wake up when I wanted to."
Mabel can't help but "Hm" at the teenager inquisitively, not entirely buying her story just yet. Could her secret be blown here and now?
"Well," Mabel nonchalantly says whilst shrugging off the previous tension unknown to her. "Happens to everybody! I've woken up late tons of times!"
Wendy gives a subconscious sigh of pure relief in regards to her peer not being able to notice the extremely faint smell of talcum powder about her. Kinda ironic, don't you think?
The tween continues on.
"So, you want me to go tell Stan you got here?" Mabel says as she couldn't help but feel a veery familiar feeling in the pit of her stomach...
"Yeah, sure," Wendy replies. "That'd be...Mabel? Something wrong?"
The discreetly-diapered redhead can't help but be simultaneously confused and completely all-knowing of what the overgrown tot was about to do as soon as she started bending her knees slightly and began to clench her fists, slightly.
"Nah...Just had a big breakfast..."
Almost immediately, Mabel could feel her floodgates opening immediately, the warm urine frolicking out of the girl and quickly into the thirsty daytime diaper she had been wearing, the padding wicking up the moisture and causing her relatively huge Huggies to swell and grow discolored and squishy. A brief sigh of relief comes from the girl as the built up pressure from her bladder let itself out naturally and into her padding without any consequence before a small grunt signified that things were about to become a touch stinkier...
Mabel bends over a touch more in order to make more way for the incoming load, readying herself for the first initial push. Another small grunt comes as muffled fart slightly puffs out the still mostly-dry padding in the butt of her onesie before a somewhat relieved smile signifies that the worst of Mabel's problems were over...despite her bowel movement only beginning. The backside of her diaper quickly starts to push out and slightly discolors to a shade of brown as her tush mush fills out the back of her disposable potty pants, visibly putting some strain on her onesie as her diaper pushes back and downwards.
The "little" girl takes a moment to try to see if anything else was to come from her bum and into her enlargened Luvs. Nothing else seems to come, she pops back up to face Wendy...who looks visibly shaken.
"There. Much better! Sorry for kinda-you know-"pooping" out for a second."
"It's fine," Wendy replies somewhat stunned.
Admittedly, in that one moment, Wendy was somewhat envious of Mabel and her condition. I mean, she wasn't too interested in messing her diapers (almost entirely due to clean-up), but just the thought of being able to casually "go" then and there was almost extremely interesting to her. The image of her in place of Mabel at that moment, dressed up like a massive toddler and using a diaper like it was first nature, sounded very..extremely appealing.
"Well, I'm gonna go get a change," Mabel replies as she signifies to the messy mass swaddled to her waist. "I'll tell Dipper that you came in later!"
"Yeah. See you later!" Wendy replies as she watches the tween toddle off, Mabel's waddle now slightly more impaired as her butt had now take an more lump-ish nature than when she had last come in.
Wendy sighed. That was close. Too close. Regardless, she slightly toddles over to her post, ready to start ringing up the various bits of somewhat cheap merchandise (which was the exact opposite in retail price at the Shack, of course), and trying not to focus on the current nature of her Huggies or how great it would feel to let loose right now, or even the fact that she felt she needed more "little" clothes instead of just her diapers, an old T-Shirt, and her socks.
She managed to keep to her work for a while, absolutely unable to shake the infantile thoughts that danced about her mind moreso than usual as a result of wearing her diapers to her workplace. Aside from that, things seemed pretty much as usual...up until after lunch, when Wendy was starting to feel a very peculiar pressure in her bladder...
She was simply standing at the register, waiting for whatever customer to make their way to the register (said customers being somewhat sparse; slow day at the Shack), and suddenly, the extreme need to pee finally manifested itself in Wendy Corduroy as a result of a slapdash lunch she had assembled earlier that morning, consisting of a can of Pitt and an old muffin (which was simply something she picked up due to being too rushed to put something together). A part of her wanted to not go through with her initial plan of using her Pampers for their intended purpose at work, yet another part was telling her to release the floodgates.
And that part was winning.
Wendy tried to cross her legs together to ease the urge, yet her poofy panties only served as a deterrent to doing so, crinkling slightly as the padding rubbed up against itself. "Now or Never," she thought to herself.
Mere moments later, a genuine sigh of relief and enjoyment came from Wendy as he peed her Pampers like an untrained three-year-old at daycare. The warm stream of urine continuously flowed into the pillowy recesses of Wendy's poofy padding, causing it to slightly swell up and gently push against the jeans they were being restrained and hidden by. The white background on which the pink mini-giraffes were laid was quickly turning to a light shade of yellow and bulging out, the gentle crinkling turning to a slight squishing as it pushed outwards.
After a minute or so, Wendy's river had run dry, and she could admit that this was one of the best days at work she had ever had. It took everything in her power from poking and prodding the now squishy padding strapped to her butt, the feeling even better than it was from the night before. This could go on forever, and it would be..
Cue another pressure building inside the squishy teenager...and this time, it wasn't in her bladder. Wendy had to poop...badly.
Wendy was scared, most assuredly. She didn't have a plan whatsoever in the case of this horrifying inevitability. She didn't have a plan for clean-up, for a change, for...anything in this matter, really.
She had the distinct idea to take her diaper off, use an actual potty, and put it back on, at least. However, the very same part of her that wanted her to pee her pants in public, was telling her to pop a squat then and there, and use her diaper then and there. Wendy definitely didn't want to poop in public, whatsoever...although...
The slight rumbling of her stomach makes things immediately apparent that she needed to make a choice here and now: Potty? or Pampers?
A few seconds later, and the slight sloshing sound away from the register signified that Wendy had clearly left her post to go be a big girl again...right?
Wendy quickly toddled her way to the women's bathroom, shutting the door behind her as the dim light flickered on. The room itself was rather meager, considering the fact it consisted of a singular toilet, sink, mirror, and babies' changing table. Either way, it'd more than enough privacy for what Wendy was about to do.
A vague sense of fear and excitement permeated the room as Wendy gently paced in the room, trying to not psych herself out of her act.
"Okay, Wendy. Just be calm, you're only pooping yourself...and I hope to never say that out loud ever again. Just-"
A small grumble and the feeling of extreme pressure in her stomach immediately starts to get her into position, beginning to squat down.
"Relax. Don't hold it. You may be right next to the potty, but you're in diapers, so it's cool. Just..start..."
A muffled fart blows it's way out the back of her padding, only pushing out slightly due to being constrained by the oversized jeans and it's smell completely filtered out by the thick diaper. Wendy gives a strained grunt, and after a relatively large push, Wendy Corduroy starts to fill out the butt of her squishy, wet Pampers for the first time since she was an actual toddler. The occasional fart accompanies another log of the squishy muck increasing the bulge of her diaper. It tries to push out against the pants and manages to succeed for only a few moments, restrained by her pants.
Wendy was almost amazed by how the whole thing felt. As time went on, pushing all of her metaphorical troubles away and into the butt of her Huggies became easier and easier, almost to the point where it felt like she wasn't even putting any effort into it at all. It was so...relaxing, so comforting, so...little.
Eventually, Wendy finishes up, shakily standing back up unbalanced as a result of the new mass added to her. She takes off her pants to inspect the damage, and finds her diaper to be very discolored, somewhat sagging yet still supported by the strong tapes She takes a few steps, not entirely sure how to properly walk in her newly-messed Pampers, before shakily falling down on her squishy, smooshy bum...and it felt EXCELLENT.
She starts rubbing her diaper, smooshing and squishing the contents inside. It was so wrong, yet so right. Everything in the world simply disappeared as she felt the warm mess against her legs, and-
"...Wendy?"
Wendy immediately jerks her head towards the door, a look of pure horror on her face, blushing as red as a tomato as she saw who was peeking into the bathroom.
Mabel, of course.
Wendy tries to leap back up to the best of her ability, desperately trying to circumnavigate her messy diaper's bulk to grab her pants and hide her secret.
"Mabel, it's not what it looks like!"
Mabel waddles in, closing the door. She has a look of both contemplation and confusion...or one that meant bad gas. Most couldn't tell.
"Wendy...You...
"Please don't tell Stan, I can explain everything!"
"You...wear diapers too?!?" A look of genuine excitement takes over Mabel's expression, as Wendy can't help but be slightly confused...yet completely gracious. What to do now? Lie? Tell the truth?
Wendy looks back down at her messy padding, the small decals giving a slight grin to her face before looking back at Mabel.
"...Yeah...totally."
Cue Mabel having a complete and utter blowout of pure emotion.
"OH MY GOSH! I can't believe I never noticed until now! I've always wanted to have somebody to trade changing tips with!"
"...Yeah, speaking of.."
"You need changing?"
Wendy gives a somewhat uneasy nod...not entirely sure if Mabel was actually intending to change her...or if she had any diapers for her to begin with.
"No problem! I think I've still got the XL Pack Grunkle Stan accidentally got for me a while ago. Just wait here!"
Mabel runs out, toddling like mad up to her room...and muttering something about how she won't believe the look on Dipper's face when he finds out....
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