"These Will Help Me" Part 1 (Patreon)

“I think this is really going to help me.” Charlotte thought to herself. Her hands laced around the plastic package and tugged the pack of adult diapers off the shelf. “There’s just so many things on my mind, honestly even getting up to use the bathroom is too much at times.” She reasoned to herself. Charlotte had been going through a lot, which kind of explains why she was walking down the aisle at her local pharmacy with a package of diapers in her hands. School was getting heavy for her; the tests, quizzes, homework assignments, social life, it was all just getting too much. She had to make some little changes to her life. Taking less bathroom breaks to keep herself going was an easy one it seemed.

“And I’m not like, using them because I need them or anything like that.” She assured herself, throwing the package into her car. “I’m only going to use them when I really need them, and it’s not going to be all the them all the time. That’d be kind of weird, wouldn’t it?” She thought, turning the key in the ignition. The car revved to life as her thoughts dwelled on her new diapered purchase. 

She dropped the package on her couch when she got home. Her hands started unbuckling the belt around her waist. “Better see if they at least fit.” She mused to herself. “I’m not going to use this first one, I’ll just take it off and throw it away. I’m not doing any school work until later today.” She mumbled, tearing open the plastic package. A few folded diapers spilled out from the tear, Charlotte snatched one up, and shimmied her panties down. She placed the unfolded diaper onto her couch, and placed her bum on the soft padding. “Kinda comfy..” She said out loud, lifting up the front of the diaper and taping it quickly into place. “Huh… not… terrible…” She said, moving her hips around a little on the couch to get a feel for the padding. “This isn’t gonna be that bad..” She thought, getting up and noticing how soft and warm her waist felt inside of the diaper. She was definitely satisfied with her purchase, however she just sort of stood there for a few moments. In the back of her mind she recalled how she told herself she wouldn’t wear these for more than a minute, but that voice slowly faded. “Eh, I better not waste these.” She reasoned, leaving the pile of diapers on her couch to start organizing her work for tonight. Her gait had morphed into a slight waddle from the rather large diapers, and she now noticeably crinkled with each step. The sound of her new underwear could be heard throughout the whole house as she walked into her bedroom.

In the beginning Charlotte was highly cognizant of her diaper usage. In fact, she almost rarely even used them. “Oh yeah, I can hold it a little longer.” She would think to herself, while she was nose deep into a calculus assignment. It wasn’t until her bladder was practically about to burst that she finally let loose into her awaiting diaper. The warm wetness would spread around her crotch and a small “Ahh…” would escape her lips. She would let the now drooping diaper taped around her waist for about an hour before finally getting out into a new one.

That slowly started to change over time. It was very slight at first. She just wouldn’t hold it all the way until she was literally cupping her hand around her crotch and doing a little potty dance in her chair. She would start to feel a decent amount of pressure inside and just let go. “Why go through the whole pain if I’m just going to wet it anyways?” She reasoned one day while she was working on her geography homework. She even started wearing her diapers more frequently and was going through them at a much faster pace. She was averaging maybe one diaper a day, but now she always went through at least two by the time she went to bed.

She started to slip every now and then. It was mostly when she was preoccupied with something. She’d be stirring spaghetti, or something mundane as folding laundry. Her brain would register she had to go, and she would immediately just relax. “This is just to keep it off my mind.” She said one day while walking around her house. She felt that now frequent feeling of fullness inside of her bladder and instantly let go into her diaper. The feeling of warm pee spilling into her diaper felt a little different to her. She was expecting it to absorb quickly into the dry diaper she’d just put on half an hour ago, but it didn’t. She flipped her shirt up to see she was peeing into an already used diaper. Her face looked mildly shocked, “I don’t really remember peeing after putting this one on..” She mused to herself. Her eyes widened slightly as it started to dawn on her. “Did I..” She said out loud but couldn’t bring herself to finish the sentence. Her mind did for her though, “… Have an accident?”