A Trip Through Diapers

Chapter 3

Abigail was REALLY craving alcohol. So much so that sitting in an adult-sized crib with a full stomach with nothing to do but stare at her feet or the ceiling or the wall was driving her absolutely insane.

Suddenly, Julie opened the bedroom door. She gently set a baby monitor and a small speaker on the side table. "I understand it might be hard to sleep...so I brought some music to play that might help you relax."

Through her phone, Julie began playing some soft lullaby music, and bluetoothed her phone to the speaker.

"Okay, sorry for bothering you. Sleep tight, hun."

Julie closed the door behind her as she left. Abigail let out a loud sigh as she laid down, her head hitting the pillow. She struggled to place the blanket over her torso with the mittens taped onto her hands.

She had to admit, the music was very relaxing. It distracted her from her cravings. It did not even require counting sheep for Abigail to quickly fall asleep.

Abigail woke up with the usual urge to use the restroom. Her need to shit was not urgent, but she really needed to urinate.

Abigail began squirming in her crib. Unable to cross her legs, she placed her hands between her legs and began bouncing to distract the need to pee. Amidst her squirming, she accidentally stimulated her clitoris, sending a chill up her spine and causing her to leak a small amount into the diaper.

Julie opened the door. "I heard thumping, is something wrong?"

Abigail met Julie's eyes with her own. Julie smiled warmly and approached the crib. "Aww, does baby have to go potty? It's okay, baby has daipee!"

Abigail looked on in horror as she felt the warm yellow liquid stream out of her uretha and into her previously dry diaper. She could feel it pass by her fingers through the mittens and the diaper, her stream was so strong. Once she was done, Abigail let out a whimper of discomfort.

Julie smiled and rubbed Abigail's back. "What a good girl! But if I know anything about little Abigail after living with her for years, I know she usually does a poo-poo in the mornings. Now, can little baby take care of that herself, or should mommy help baby out?"

Abigail gulped and shook her head. Julie pet her head. "Okay, mommy is gonna go make breakfast. Mommy will change your diaper once we both eat and before mommy goes to town."

Julie left Abigail in the room. Concerned as to how fast Julie could conceivably cook breakfast for two, Abigail began to worry that punishment would await her. She would certainly prefer messing herself over gut-wrenching pain.

The biggest problem was her position. Abigail had always (when concious) used the restroom in some sort of sitting or squatting position. However, both positions Abigail was in required her to press on her butt cheeks, restraining any sort of release.

Abigail mustered up enough core strength to sit up, push her knees inwards, grab the bars of the crib, and lift herself into a standing position. Just performing this action, she could feel the shit begging to come out. With a face full of embarrassment, Abigail spread her legs as far apart as she could, placed both hands on the top of the crib for support, and began pushing.

Shitting while standing was proving harder than she thought. Whenever some would begin to peek out, Abigail would accidentally clench her cheeks, causing it to recede inwards. In exchange for causing some pain to her ankles, Abigail brought her legs back together and squat down, still holding the railing.

"It's just like camping," she whispered to herself.

Somehow, this experience felt very intimate. Of course she was filled head to toe with embarrassment, but Abigail felt something else strong building inside of her. The need to...please? Was this due to the attention she was receiving all of a sudden?

Before she could ponder further, Abigail began to feel poop move downwards, slowly edging out of her asshole. She grunted audibly as she began pushing, begging for the release.

This poop was more loose than the one she had last night. Instead of providing resistance that would normally cause her to grunt while pushing, this shit was soft and mushy, causing an uncomfortable warmness and it said out. Abigail moaned in discomfort as her diaper, which was beginning to itch, filled with soft, slimy shit. The smell was terrible, which made Abigail just want to push even harder.

Abigail could not tell how much she had pooped, but her legs were starting to ache from the position she was in, and she could still feel more poop wanting to come out. Unwillingly, her ankles gave out, causing her to once again squish her shit into every crevice of her diaper. Sitting in this particular diaper was a lot softer than the last, but sitting down on her ass while still pooping was a mistake. Abigail could feel every bit of poop push through her ass cheeks and further into her diaper.

Just as she was finishing her business, Julie came into the room with another plate of food. She placed it in front of Abigail.

"It would seem my good girl did what she was told! You will be rewarded for this later, alright?"

Focusing solely on the reward and the desire to be released from her diaper prison, Abigail greedily ate all of her food before Julia could even leave the room. She grunted to get her attention, then pointed to her diaper with puppy-dog eyes.

"Well, alright. But only because you were so good!" Julie lowered the crib, released Abigail's restraints, and carefully changed her diaper. Afterwards, Abigail obediantly returned to her crib.

"Okay good girl, I'll leave the restraints off while I am gone. But no leaving this crib, alright?" Abigail nodded in agreement as Julie closed the bedroom door behind her.