How to Get Young Adults to Wear Diapers (Part 9) (Patreon)

Part 9

Joanne: Hey everyone it’s Joanie and I’m currently at Fashionista’s studio to do a photoshoot with my best friend Chelsea. Some of you may know that Chelsea is in charge of my twitter account and she’s always been supportive of our movement.. however, she never wore protection, but that’s about to change.

The young woman walks down the corridor, holding her phone as a camera, pointed towards herself. She’s wearing a white t-shirt with the letters ‘’Big Girl’’ embroidered in gold, along with a pair of Pull-Ups Youth in plain sight.

Joanne: Chel thinks that she’s gonna wear Pull-Ups for the shoot and I’m wearing the night-time, diaper-looking protection, but I pulled a little prank on her.

She leans in closer to the screen and whispers.

Joanne: I switched our dressing rooms!

She walks over to the door marked ‘’Chelsea’’ and knocks.

Joanne: We gotta go Chel, now or never.

Chelsea : Jo? This is a mistake. Someone took my clothes and left me with just… Are you laughing? Did you do this?! Oh my god. Claire?! Where are my clothes? You can’t do this to me Jo. I won’t do it. I won’t.

Joanne: Stop acting like a baby and put it on Chelsea we have 5 minutes to get to the studio. Do you want us to lose the contract, come on!

Chelsea: I’m not doing it. Don’t you pressure me!

Claire: Chelsea if you don’t get out right now Joanne is losing her spot on the cover of the magazine, you want to be responsible for that?

Moment of silence. Claire winks at the camera while Joanne giggles.

Chelsea : FINE. Give me a minute. I can’t fucking believe you fucking bitch!

Claire: We’ll edit the cursing out later.

Joanne: It’s a live video…

A minute later, the door opened and Chelsea came out, looking grumpy as ever, wearing a black top marked with the same ‘’Big Girl’’ letters, except hers were crossed over, as if to state that she actually wasn’t a big girl. Which made sense according to the fact that she also wore a big puffy diaper, covered with flowers and bows. 

Joanne: Woooow! Look how precious you are Chel! Say hello!

Chelsea : I’m gonna kill you for this Jo… Are you filming me?! STOP!

She puts her hand on the camera lense to cover it.
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Chelsea: I hate you! Claire, you told me I’d be wearing the panties-looking one, not this… monstrosity. I look like a goddamn over-sized baby in this.

Claire: It was Joanne’s idea.

Chelsea: Are you fucking kidding me Joanie? Look what you did to me! I look like Miley Cyrus in BB Talk.

Joanne: You’re fine! You look like Melanie Martinez in… well pretty much everything.

Chelsea: Is that supposed to be a compliment?!

Claire:Stop acting like a baby Chelsea, you’re gonna be a fashion model.

Joanne: Yeah I swear since you started wearing diapers you’re being so childish… Sniff Snif.. Do you smell something Claire?

Claire: Hmm yes, Chelsea is that you? Don’t tell me you need to be changed already?!

She patted her diapered butt and tugged at the waistband a little, like she was checking her.

Chelsea: Stop it! You guys are the worst. 

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We had been modeling for pictures for about an hour. The setting was very minimalistic, all white background. We were asked to make all kinds of poses. Chelsea seemed to still be mad at me, but she was rather professional during the shoot. I could only tell with the mean looks she gave me that she hadn’t quite foriven me yet.

It got a bit worse when she was asked to lie on the floor her legs in the air with her thumb in her mouth while I was kneeling in front of her as if I was changing her. Oh she hated me then.

For my part I was having a pretty good time. Sure I was parading around on a stage in a pair of Pull-Ups but I was getting used to that. They’re all I had as underwear anyway. Besides, the sight of Chelsea crawling on the floor in a puffy diaper was well worth it.

One thing was still on my mind: The interdiction to go to the bathroom. My publicist, Claire, had mentioned that I was contractually obliged to avoid going to the bathroom while in public, because it would ‘’ruin the concept of needing Pull-Ups in the first place’’. They really wanted people to believe I was completely incontinent. The reason this was now weighing on my mind is that I felt an increasing need to pee. I was wondering if ‘’pulic places’’ included this set, because if it did, I was gonna be in trouble.

Joanne: Hum. Can I take a quick bathroom break?

Photographer : We’re running out of time - you can go after. Or right now… you decide.

Joanne: I think I’d prefer to go now.

I was about to walk off the stage.

Photographer: I meant now, here. 

Claire: You can’t do that Joanie, we’re in public - remember the contract.

Joanne: Screw the contract I really need to pee! We’re not even in public, we’re in a studio. Come on!

I was now doing the potty dance up on the stage, pushing my hands against my padded crotch and squirming. The photographer apparently thought that’d be the perfect occasion to keep snapping shots of me in full desperation mode.

Claire: We’ll I guess as long as there’s no fans around it shouldn’t be a problem. But make it quick!

I was so relieved after she said that, I jumped off the stage and ran across the studio towards the doors.

Photographer : Hey! You’ve got 15 minutes left then I’m out. It’s now or never!

Joanne: It’ll just be a second!

I pushed the two heavy doors that led to the hallway. I was shocked to realize it was flooded by 20 people looking around.

Young girl: Look there she is!! 

All their heads turned over to look at me. I was frozen in place, holding the doors open, wearing nothing else than my ‘’Big Girl’’ T-Shirt and Pull-Ups. Still fidgeting to make sure I wouldn’t pee myself.

Then they all rushed in, they ran across the hall. I immediately closed the doors before they could reach me and locked them. They were looking at me through the windows, yelling ‘’Joanie! Joanie!’’.  It was like a nightmare. They all looked like a horde of zombies trying to eat my brains.

Joanne: How did they know I was here?!

Claire: Didn’t you just record a live video of Chelsea in her diaper? You probably mentioned the studio in it.

Chelsea: Hold up! You did what?!

Photograph: Look you have 10 minutes then I’m out of here.

Claire : Go back on the stage Joanie, we have to get our money’s worth.

I waddled back to the set, pouting. Once I got there I couldn’t stay in place, I was shaking my legs to avoid peeing my pants.

Photograph: Could you stop doing that, please? It isn’t very aesthetically pleasing.

Joanne: I can’t I’m gonna piss myself.

Claire: Use the Pull-Up Joanie, nobody will know. 

Joanne: I don’t want to!!

Chelsea: Just do it already, I am NOT wearing a diaper for nothing.

I looked over at the door. The group of zombie-fans was banging on it trying to get in. All the pressure built up inside me. I could feel it boiling up and then… I let go. I felt the warm stream escape me and my Pull-Up expanding. The front was turning to a light shade of yellow and I just stood there while the photograph was capturing the whole thing.