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Amanda

Part 2

Amanda was sitting in the chair when the set of commercials came on the TV she started to pout; “I hate commercials they keep me from seeing my cartoons.” Amanda started to get that familiar urge that she knew real well. She sat there and debated with against herself. “Okay, I am watching cartoons, the commercials are on. I need to go but I am wearing a diaper. Should I wet my diaper and then change it later? But what if it leaks?” As she sat there arguing against herself her urges grew stronger. And with in only a few seconds she broke and ran for the bathroom. As soon as her hand hit the door frame of the bathroom it happened.

Amanda was standing there in the door of the bathroom with her diapers filling with warm fluid. No matter how hard she tried she could not stop it and she could not move. All she could do was stand there and let nature take its course. She told herself, “Well I guess this answers it. I am going to wet on myself.” Amanda started to break down and started to cry. The tears welled up in her eyes. “I just wet my pants.” She ran into her bedroom and threw herself on her bed and buried her head into her pillow.

As she lay there she kept thinking over and over again: I am just 18 years old and I just wet my pants. I like the feeling of wearing the diapers but I wet my pants. There is something wrong with me. I want to wear diapers and I just wet myself. What is wrong with me?

Amanda lay there on her bed crying into her pillow in the diaper that she had wet only moments ago. Then the urge came over her again. She was too distraught to even move from her present position so she just lay there and let nature take it courses. And with in a few moments her diaper was reaching it maximum limit.

Amanda turned on her side and looked at the soaking diaper she was wearing. Still crying and in tears she decided to go and get a shower so that she could clean herself up.

As Amanda waddled into the bathroom with the soggy and drooping attends clinging to her she was flabbergasted at what had happened. She did not know how to react. She did like the feel of wearing the diapers but she was distraught when she lost control and the diaper was there to protect her. Amanda walked into the bathroom and closed the door. When she did she caught a glimpse of herself in the full-length mirror that was hanging on the back of the bathroom door.

As she stood there looking at herself in the mirror she thought to herself: Amanda what are you doing? Is this what you really want? You were so excited when you first put that first diaper on. And now you are standing here in a wet diaper. Amanda what is wrong with you. You are supposed to be 16 and not 3. You like the diapers but you wet yourself what is wrong with you?

Amanda pushed the thoughts to the back of her mind for the moment stood in the shower and started pulling the tapes back. When she had all of the tapes loose she let the wet diaper fall to the floor of the tub. When the diaper hit the floor is made a wet soggy slap and Amanda just stood there looking at it. Knowing that she was the one that only a few moments ago was wearing that nice and fluffy dry diaper and now it was soaked like a wet wash cloth. She started to sniffle again and then realized that it happened.

She took the cold wet limp diaper rolled it up and taped it up. She then tossed it in the trashcan and turned on the water faucet. While she was waiting those few seconds that it took for the water to warm up she let her thoughts flow: I like the feel of the diaper but wetting myself that was different. I almost leaked through that diaper. But if I wear them should I wet them. That was a scary feeling. I wet myself I have not done that since I was potty trained. I feel so dirty right now. Why did I hesitate and why did I wait that long that I could not make it to the bathroom.

Amanda reached down and started the shower. When the warm water started to flow she let all those dirty thoughts and feelings go with it. Amanda was standing there in the shower letting the warm water do it’s job to make all the cares go away. Amanda cleaned herself up, turned the shower off and pulled the curtain back. She reached and pulled a dry towel off the rack and wrapped it around her.

She stepped out of the tub and looked into the mirror: Amanda what is wrong with you. You like to wear diapers. You wet yourself. You have a great figure you are small and petite. The guys want you; you are beating them off with a stick because you have not found the right one. You get good grades and you have almost everything that you want. Why did you wet yourself and why do you want to wear diapers.

Amanda pushed the thoughts to the back of her mind as she did earlier and went into her bedroom. She looked over into the corner where the bag of Attends were laying: Yes you want to wear them but what is going to happen if you put them on again you are going to wet yourself again? And what if you do wet yourself and you leak? How are you going to handle that let alone explain it?

Amanda looked in her mirror and told herself, “YOU KNOW WHAT? I LIKE TO WEAR DIAPERS! And if I wet myself I wet myself. This time I am going to put two of them on so that I will not leak. I am tired of this self-doubt and the fear of hiding what I want to do and feel. If people don’t like me because I like to wear a diaper then so be it. If I am the only person in the world that does this because I like too and not because I have too then they can bite me. I am going to do it.”

Amanda walked over to the bag of Attends and pulled one out. She walked over to her bed laid down pulled the towel that she was wearing back so that she could put the diaper on.

When the diaper was on and Amanda was satisfied with the tightness and fit the diaper that she had put on herself she walked back over to her mirror. She took a close long hard look at herself. And at that point she decided that she was tired of being what others wanted her to be. She liked what she was doing and the part of herself that she had found. As she stood there looking at herself in the mirror her thoughts started to drift again.

Amanda looked deep and hard at the person that was looking back at her: Amanda if this is something that you like then go for it. And who cares what everyone thinks or says? They are not the ones that have to do this. You are the one that has to live with this. Now lets get our head on straight. We want to do this, mom and dad our not here, we are here alone so lets take advantage of this. You already have one diaper on and it looks good on you now lets get the other one on. If you wet it you wet it. Just deal with it, change the diaper, and put another one on.

Amanda reached down into the bag and pulled another diaper. She then walked over to her bed and laid down. When she positioned the next diaper under her a thought came to mind, “Okay, the one that I am wearing is designed not to leak how can I fix that so that it will go into the other diaper?” Amanda was lying on the top of the diaper with it pulled up into place waiting to be taped when a thought came to mind, “Okay, I can poke holes in the diaper I am wearing now and it will bleed into the one that I am putting on now. That should give me double the protection in case I cannot make it to the bathroom again.”

Amanda got up off her bed leaving the diaper where it lay and broke and ran into the kitchen. She started digging through the drawers looking for that one special thing that she needed. “Nuts, not in here. I know where it might be.” She made her way into the garage and that is where she found it. “Ah ha there is what I need, right there on the work bench. She grabbed it and ran back into her room like a gold miner that had just hit the mother load on his plot of land.

When Amanda was safe again in the confines of her bedroom she repositioned herself on the diaper that she had left lying on her bed. When she walked in the door and looked at the diaper it looked like a baseball glove that was ready to catch a ball. Amanda was getting really excited and could hardly wait. She jumped onto her bed positioned herself on the diaper. She pulled it up and measured it for good measure and then put it back down on the surface of her bed.

Amanda then opened the utility knife that she had gotten out of the garage. She pushed the blade out just far enough so that it would split the surface of the diaper that she was wearing and not have the fear of cutting herself. When Amanda was cutting the slits in the diaper that she was wearing she kept telling herself, “Okay, I cut myself and have to go to the Emergency Room and explain how I cut myself. I could see telling them ‘I was slitting holes in the diaper I was wearing so that I could get another one on.’ I don’t think so. Okay, almost done here.”

When Amanda was pleased with the amount of slits she had in the diaper she was doing surgery on she checked the position of the diaper that was next to be put into place. She pulled it tight and taped it into place. She then stood up and went over to her mirror so that she could do a physical inspection of her work. A few pulls here and a few resets of the tapes later and Amanda was satisfied with the work that she had done.

Amanda started to make her way out of her room and back into the den so that she could finish watching the rest of the cartoons that she had already missed when she noticed. “This second diaper makes this a lot thicker. I am having a hard time pulling my legs together at the crotch. It is making me waddle slightly. I like this I am going to have to do this more often. I can get into this."