Emily

Introduction

"I'm home, mom!" said 12-year-old Emily as she walked past the entrance and went straight for the kitchen. The young girl had just finished her classes for the day. The walk home had made her parched, so she opened the fridge and poured herself a glass of barley tea.

"Welcome home, Emily" replied her mom. She was also in the kitchen, preparing dinner for the day. She lowered the heat on the stove, and turned around to face her young daughter, who was gulping down her glass of tea. "How was your day?"

How was your day?

A seemingly casual question to ask. Between Emily and her mom, however, the question meant something quite different.

Emily swallowed the last gulp of her tea, and placed the glass down on the kitchen table. She turned to face her mom, and, with a sheepish look on her face, lifted up her skirt. What lied underneath the skirt wasn't the type of undergarment that you would expect from a 12-year-old. Instead, hugging Emily's hips was a Goodnites pull-up. The pull-up was swollen and had a yellow tinge throughout, having absorbed much of Emily's pee.

Despite her age, Emily hasn't quite mastered potty training — in fact, she hasn't made very much progress at all. At school (and sometimes, at home), she wears pull-ups, for her to try and make it to the potty on time. However, outside of those short potty-training periods, she spends most of her time in tape diapers.

"Oh honey, you're soaked" said her mom. "You should have changed out of this in school."

Emily would not always make it to the bathroom in time, so she has two spare pull-ups in her backpack when she goes to school.

"I did, mom, but this was my last one." replied Emily. The girl had wet through all her three pull-ups for the day.

"Oh dear" said her mom as she rummaged through Emily's school bag to pull out her diaper pouch. Inside the pouch were two Goodnites, both rolled up, heavy and swollen with pee. "Did you even make it to the potty once today?" she asked as she dumped the two used Goodnites in the bin.

Emily kept silent, but shook her head in reply.

"So today was a total bust huh. What's it going to be? Pull-ups or diapers?" asked mom.

Mom was asking how Emily would like to spend the rest of the day — whether it be in pull-ups or diapers. Pull-ups meant Emily would have to try and use the toilet, while being in diapers carried no such expectation, and that Emily was free to use her diapers — a "break" from potty training. Emily's response today was the same as it was for most other days —

"Diapers!" she answered excitedly, hardly giving a thought to that question. For a girl of twelve years, she was perhaps a little too happy to be in diapers.

"Oh, alright, fine," sighed an exasperated mom. "but you've really got to start using those pull-ups at home eventually, okay?" she said as she walked past Emily into the living room, where she laid a changing mat on the ground.

"C'mon, lie down" mom gestured to Emily.

The girl walked over to the changing mat, took off her skirt, and lied down facing mom, with her knees lifted and legs spread apart. Her mother then proceeded to rip off the sides of the Goodnites, and pulled down the front of the pull-up, revealing the absorbent material that was now soaked yellow from front to back.

"Geez Emily, it's a miracle that this hasn't leaked" mom said, as she pulled out a wet wipe and began cleaning her daughter's diaper region. Emily let out a tiny squeal as the cold wipe made contact with her skin. Emily greatly enjoyed the diaper changes with her mom — the gentle comfort of being wiped, the slight tickle when the baby powder was applied — she loved everything about it.

After dusting Emily with a generous amount of powder, mom then pulled out a fresh diaper and started fluffing it. It was far larger than a baby diaper, designed to fit older kids like Emily, and the diaper did fit her perfectly. It was also a diaper designed for heavy incontinence, and so it was thick and soft, and more than capable of handling anything that Emily could throw at it. With this diaper, she'd probably be good for a couple of wettings.

After fluffing the diaper her mom proceeded to lift Emily's butt, and placed the diaper beneath, making sure it was centred before taping the diaper in place, and adjusting the leg gathers.

"We're done, Emily" she said, as she rolled up the used pull-up and picked up the skirt from the floor.

"Thanks mom!" chirped Emily. She stood up, grabbed her school bag and went to her room, where she immediately fired up her PlayStation to continue her game where she left off last night.

On a warm summer day like today, she was perfectly happy to lounge around in just a t-shirt and a diaper, so she didn't bother with putting on any pants. Her mom, too, was fine with Emily going pants-less, because this meant easier access to her diaper for checks and changes. She sat cross-legged on the floor, facing her TV. It didn't take her very long before she found herself fully engrossed in the game. She was currently in the middle of a boss fight. Shortly after, she started feeling a slight twinge in her bladder — the barley tea from earlier has quickly made its way through her system, and was now working its way out. Still focused on fighting the boss, she bent her body slightly forward and released her hold on her bladder, letting her urine flow out into the thirsty diaper. Gradually, the front of the diaper took on a shade of yellow, then the middle, and finally the back, as more and more of the absorbent material soaked up her pee.

After a good 20 seconds, she was finally done. She had given the diaper a good soaking — if she were wearing a Goodnite it would have leaked with just his one wetting, but this diaper had room for much more. The soft, cotton-like padding from earlier has now become a warm, squishy padding, and it was a feeling that Emily really loved. More importantly, this time, was the fact that she could simply pee her diaper without having to pause the game. Knowing that her trusty diaper could handle a lot more, she continued playing until bedtime, letting loose in her diaper whenever she felt the urge. By the time mom came in to change Emily into her nighttime diaper, it was soaked to capacity, and Emily earned herself a scolding for not asking for a change earlier.