Renee woke up the next morning just like she had every other morning since she had been there - wet. She wasn’t messy, but she could already feel the tell-tale signs of its coming, the cramp in her lower abdomen made her squirm in her pink footed sleeper. She wasn’t sure what time it was, but she knew that she wasn’t ready to wake up yet, and she hoped that there was some time left to go back to sleep. There was, and she took full advantage out of it.

By the time the wake up alarm sounded, she had messed her diaper, but she was grateful that she had at least slept through it. She hated the mixture baby-sweet smell of her diaper and the messy stuff inside, it reminded her of having to wake up, of having to leave the warm confines of her crib and venture into the cold classroom with her diapers visible for all to see. She just kept reminding herself that all the other girls in here were wearing diapers right along with her.

She shuffled out of her room, along with all the other girls, out into the hallway and slowly made her way along with the long line of zombie-like, sleepy eyed inmates to the diaper changing rooms. It would take her at least another twenty minutes before it was her turn to get her diaper changed, it always took about that long in the morning. She waited patiently in line, propping herself up against the wall for support. The girl in front of her messed loudly in her diaper, but she just stared sadly ahead, too embarrassed to do anything else. Renee felt sorry for the girl, but she knew there was nothing she could do but politely ignore it, which seemed to be the most kind thing to. Acceptance, and basic indifference to her and her fellow students’ situation, she had found, was an important part of social etiquette at Warren academy. Even the school staff seemed to realize this, and respectfully played by those rules.

Renee managed to keep her diaper from getting any messier while she waited, but she did wet again, which caused her already sodden diaper to leak a little bit, leaving two round wet spots that soaked into her pink sleeper between her legs. She was so glad that none of her friends could see her now. In a wet, sopping, poop filled diaper leaking into her clothing because she was completely incontinent. To a certain extent, Renee had come to accept her new diapered life, but there was a constant internal struggle between childhood and adulthood.

It was finally Renee’s turn to lay down on a diaper changing bed, and she was relieved to get the messy, dripping garment off her skin. The nurse, as usual with all of them, said nothing as she cleaned off the sopping mess, and Renee actually began to drift off to sleep. But the nurse woke her soon after, and told her to report to the showers. The nurse helped her step into the pair of clear plastic pants that they were required to wear on the way to the showers. Accidents were a very common thing, and if it happened on the way to the showers, washing out plastic pants was a lot less expensive than cleaning the carpet. Renee hated them though, the plastic made her skin feel sweaty and hot, and if she peed pooped in them, everything pooled up between her legs. She much preferred the soft paper and plastic of diapers. But at least, she thought, she was going to get a shower, her favorite part of the day. She hated feeling so dirty all the time, and the morning shower was one of the few real pleasures that Renee enjoyed there.

Renee stepped out of her plastic pants, and hung them on the hook so she could put them back on when she stepped out. The girls had to clean out their own plastic pants if they had an accident, but Renee, nor any of the girls that morning had any. She savored her shower as long as she could, soaping up her whole body and paying close attention to her diaper area, the time seemed to rush by too quickly, and just like that, it was time to leave the warm, cleansing bath. She dried off with all the other naked girls in the large, open shower stall, then put her plastic pants back on and walked back to the diaper changing room with her towel wrapped around her shoulders.

Once back in a fresh, sweet smelling diaper, Renee felt a lot better. She found it strange that she had come to associate diapers with comfort and security, but they were a part of her life now, and it was all she had. She walked back to her room wearing just a diaper and a onesie, but when she got there, she proceeded to put on her school uniform. The skirt that was part of the uniform was purposefully made very short, which did nothing to hide her diapered state. It was just another thing that she had had to learn to live with, but she had grown an unconscious habit of tugging downward on her skirt to make her diapers less noticeable.

She then headed for the large dining room in east wing of the large estate. Very different from most girls academies, this particular dining room was supplied with large high chairs instead of dining tables. Shuffling into the dining room, Renee climbed up into one of the high chairs and placed her thickly padded bottom into the seat and waited for the guard to come and lock her in with the eating tray. Because of the amount of students at the academy, waiting was a routine event, but at least there was a tv bolted to the wall to keep the girls from getting bored. The shows were usually childish selections such as Sesame Street, Teletubbies, and Blues Clues, but at least it was something to watch and listen to. The guard came around a few minutes later to lock her in, to Renee’s relief, she had woken up hungry, and it was only getting worse. A few moments after that, her food came, and she dove in with relish.

In the middle of her meal, Renee suddenly felt the need to poop again, and pausing for a second in mid-bite, waiting. Depending on how firm the mess was, she might be able to dam the flow just by the force of her weight pushing her bottom into her seat. But she suddenly found that she would not so lucky, with an audible squelching noise, a hot flow of soft, muddy poop squirted into her diaper, running up her back and squelching up between her legs. She hated when she did that at mealtimes. Not to mention that she had just been put into a fresh diaper minutes ago. But she shrugged it off, she had grown well accustomed to sudden messy accidents in the month that she had been at Warren academy. The feeling was actually kind of pleasant, but she reminded herself that she was eating, and the smell that suddenly hit her nose only worked to make her lose her appetite - the one thing she had yet to adapt to. But, she remembered, it would be another nine hours until she ate again, so she forced herself to finish her breakfast.

After breakfast, Renee had another thirty minutes before her first class started, so she decided to head straight for the diaper changing rooms. As usual, the rooms were crowded as they always were at this time of the morning. Wet and especially messy accidents were mostly seen in the morning, and the changing room was almost filled to capacity with girls waiting to get changed into fresh diapers. Renee picked one of the last two empty changing beds and waited her turn. In crowded times, there was only about one nurse for every three girls, and wet spots from leaky diapers were common. Along with diapers and wipes, replacement clothing was another thing kept on hand in the changing rooms.

As Renee waited, she occupied herself with slowly, and subtly rubbing her bottom around in the slippery mess that covered it. She realized that she was beginning to enjoy the feeling of messy diapers, which made her wonder about her own mental health. Was that a normal feeling? Because all the students were locked into their footed sleepers at night to prevent them from touching their diapers, Renee hadn’t had the chance to have any sort of sexual release since she had been committed. As her butt cheeks slid over the still warm mess in her diaper, her clit began to throb with pleasure, and she wanted nothing more than to rip her diaper off, mess or not, and play with herself until she brought herself to multiple shaking orgasms. But without the luxury of doing so, Renee had to work with what she had.

With the increased movement of her squirming around, her bladder released a warm wet stream of pee into the absorbent padding between her legs, and as the wetness flowed over her bare vagina, her heightened senses made her body tingle even more. Summoning up all of her concentration, Renee stretched her feet out as far as they would go, which caused the wet inner padding to rub itself up against her clitoris, and with the subtle pleasant tingling like a sneeze coming on, Renee stretched out even further to get the process moving along faster - she hoped that nobody within view had noticed what she was doing. But nobody did, or at least nobody said anything, and the growing tingling between Renee’s legs grew stronger and spread outward to make her whole body tingle as the muscles of inner wall of her wet hole clenched tightly with a dizzying euphoric rush as a raging orgasm racked her body.

Even in the throes of pure pleasure, Renee concentrated desperately on keeping her conscious mind on the here and now. She paid special attention to keeping her spasming body in check, and looked around to see if anybody was watching her. Somebody was.

In the changing bed next to her, her friend, Rachel lay waiting for a diaper change. Renee hadn’t even thought to notice the girl earlier, and she gasped as she realized who it was. The girl however, just smiled. "Don’t worry," she said, "I do it all the time, I wont say anything."

Renee smiled back at her. "Thanks, I guess I could have gotten myself into trouble."

"Probably," Rachel replied, "but I’ve never been caught, I would be careful though." Renee nodded in agreement, and the two girls continued waiting on the nurse without saying anything else, until Rachel filled her diaper with an audible squirt of runny poop. "Oops." She said, blushing a bright red. Renee just started giggling, which made Rachel start giggling too.

The nurse finally came around, changing Rachel’s diaper first, then moving on to Renee. As Rachel got up from the bed, her bottom puffing outward from her fresh diaper, they planned to meet each other later on in the day in the play room after class.

Class seemed to go slowly all day. A boring mixture of different subjects designed not so much for learning, all the girls in the academy were in their late teenage years and at least nearing the end of their high school years, but centered more around punishment and occupation, something to pass the time during the day. Warren academy was definitely a correctional facility before it was a school. With all the young, pretty girls, Renee couldn’t help but think about how many popular prom queen girls were going to miss their proms.

She had quite a few wet accidents during her first class, and was close to leaking by the time she was able to get to the diaper changing rooms. During her second class, she managed to stay much more dry, but by the time the bell rang, signaling the end of classes, she was damp enough to warrant another diaper change before she headed for the play room. She had started feeling irritated that morning, and after telling the nurse, some diaper rash cream was applied liberally to her pink skin.

When she got to the play room, she took her bottle from the guard sitting at a table near the entrance, and headed inside. Rachel was already there, laying in front of the large screen tv dressed in only a babyish pink t-shirt with the Pampers logo on the front, some padded pink house shoes and a diaper. Renee couldn’t help but smile, her friend looked like a cute little girl. The only thing that was missing were pony tails. Her shapely legs were bent, arched upwards, but angled to the sides so she could see the screen. She serenely sucked on her bottle as she watched tv, and Renee could tell that her friend was a little bit wet by the pasty look of the plastic between her legs.

"Hi." Renee said simply. "You look cute today." She sat down on her knees by her friend.

"Thanks," Rachel replied, taking the nipple of her bottle out of her mouth, "it’s not like I’m hiding anything anyway, and it’s just more comfortable."

"Your diaper needs changing." Renee teased, smiling.

"I know, but I was too comfortable to move. I’ve gotten used to wearing ‘and’ using diapers now." Rachel stressed the word, "I hardly ever notice anymore when I’m wet, I usually have to poop before I even notice I need changing."

"Yeah I know what you mean," Renee agreed, "Today in class, I even started leaking and I hadn’t even noticed that I had been wetting. " The two girls watched tv for a while in silence, until Renee spoke up again. "So, earlier, when you caught me….you know, having fun, you said that you do it sometimes too?"

"Yeah sometimes," Rachel said with a shy smile "I’ve been known to do it at night a few times when everybody is asleep."

Renee then decided to ask a bigger question. Something that had been on her mind for about a week now, but she was too ashamed to fully admit it. "Do you think wearing diapers feels good?"

Rachel’s smile widened a little bit, still shyly, she was embarrassed about the topic. "Yeah, sometimes. Why? Do you?"

"Yeah, sometimes, I’m glad you don’t think I’m weird. I know I’m not supposed to like it." Renee said.

"I don’t think it’s weird at all," Rachel said, "in fact, I kinda lied. I like it all the time. In fact, when I get out of here, I still plan to wear them on a regular basis."

"Really??" Renee asked, a little shocked. "I’ve just been thinking about when we get ‘potty trained’ again as it were, will I be able to get normal control back?"

"I’m not worried about it." Rachel said. "I like wearing diapers, it’s the only thing that makes this place bearable. I just hate being locked up in here. That’s the real punishment."

"As Rachel continued to talk, Renee only partly listened as she felt a sudden strong pressure build up in her rectum, and another poopy accident began to creep out from between her butt cheeks. The bulky, hot mound of poop stopped growing just as Rachel finished what she was saying, and she noticed the absent look on her friend’s face. "Are you ok, Renee?" she asked.

"Oh, yeah, sorry," Renee apologized, shaken out of her reverie.

"Did you just wet your diaper?"

"I pooped, sorry." Renee’s face was blushing a deep red, but her new friend just waved it off.

"Well, I’m wet, so why don’t we just go get changed, then we can come back and get on the internet for a while." Renee agreed, and followed Rachel out the door.