Quinn's Story Parts 3 & 4

1
“Me big kid iN hiskool. Evry1 wares diapers.”

The room changed from bright and childish, to copper ambience and a wall of books. Quinn touched her shoulders to make sure this was real. Her eyes focused on the window blinds in front of her, then down at her waist. Quinn was strapped into thick adult diaper with light blue and pink accents. From the initial feel of the diaper, it was heavy. Both in the middle and the back of the diaper.

“So yes, I will approve this club. I think it would do wonders for those who have overactive bodily functions!” A womanly voice said behind Quinn. Quinn spun around to see a woman sitting behind a rose wood desk. She looked neat and properly, her curly brown hair in tight bun. The few items on her desk reflected that same trait. Her desk name plate was aligned perfectly with the edge of her desk. It read: “Principal Nicole Brown.” Quinn was quick on her feet with a response.

“Yes! Thank you so much, Principal Brown. We’re so excited to hear that!” Quinn said, unsure of what she was excited about. Principal Brown nodded and continued.

“And I love the name. Calling yourselves ‘Leakers.’ It’s perfect! I’ve been thinking about creating a leaky diaper pride club myself over the years. I am a ‘Leaker’ just like you and your friends!” Principal Brown said, standing up from her desk. Sure enough, a discolored diaper sagged between her legs. The sudden motion of standing caused the Principal’s diaper to spill drops of pee down the sides of her thighs. “I love the idea. You can head back to lunch now; we’ll meet next week to discuss when you ladies want to meet.” She said, motioning toward the exit.

“Erm, thank you. So much, Principal Brown!” Quinn said, before scuttling out of the office. “That was an interesting o- Oh my god…” Her mind stopped mid-though process. She walked out of Principal’s Brown office and directly in the cafeteria.

Her eyes were greeted to a sea of diapers. Every single student was wearing a T-shirt and diaper without a care in the world. It was like a regular high school day. Friends chatting and getting food. All the while, most had saggy diapers swaying around their waist. Quinn felt an odd feeling of peace wash over here, and into her diaper.

“Hey! Quinn! What did she say?!” A voice rang out from her side. Quinn perked her ear toward the noise and turned toward it. A group of girls were waving her over. They were her old friends from High school. She knew each one of them. Except, their fashion style was the same T-shirt diaper combo as everyone else. Quinn waddled over toward her diapered friends.

“She said yes! The Leaky Diaper Pride Club has the greenlight!” Quinn said ecstatically as she sat down. The seat felt puffy beneath her, and it wasn’t because of her diaper. There was a plastic protective cover over it for any potential leaks.

“Hora! This is wonderful guys! There are so many of us in this school who get unnecessarily bullied for leaking. Who has the time to pay attention to how full they are?” Willow said, all the other girls nodded along.

“My Mom is going to be so happy. She was telling me last night she wished there was a leaky diaper club at her job!” Athena said. Quinn looked quizzically at her.

“Your Mom wears diapers here too?” Quinn said in surprise. The group chuckled at her.

“Um, yeah? Haha, why wouldn’t she have? How else does she go to the bathroom?” Athena said, she shot a weird look at Quinn. In the middle of her sentence, Athena’s butt lifted off the bench and her knees bent. Quinn could tell from the tension in her face that she was messing herself. She sat down a moment later without skipping a beat.

“Everyone wears diapers…” Quinn thought to herself. She tried changing the conversation quickly to fit in. “Athena, I think you just messed yourself.” Quinn said to be helpful.

“Pfft? Did I? I must have done it because I was watching you.” Athena said with a wink.

“Wait, what?” Quinn said, suddenly feeling her own knees relax as she squished down onto the bench. Quinn could feel a warm mess squish in her diaper. “I just messed myself…” Quinn realized, “I didn’t even know...” Quinn thought, feeling herself buzz in delight. “I think I’m going to like this world…” She thought, letting herself finally relax. She became engrossed in the conversation about leaky diapers and how fun everyone thought they were.

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2

“Have a good one, and make sure you get a change when you get inside, Quinn!” The bus driver said as Quinn descended the steps of the yellow school bus.

“I just changed during last period. No more than an hour ago… damn I’m a leaky girl in this world!” Quinn thought. She shook her head in disbelief while she walked into her house.

Quinn exchanged greetings with her mother before heading upstairs into her room. She threw her backpack onto the floor next to her door. She plopped herself down onto the computer chair and looked at the word document still up on the screen.

“I’ve never been this happy in my life.” Quinn said, thinking back on her diaper adventures. Yes, Quinn wrote stories for her fetish community. But that’s the key right there. She was a PART of this fetish. The source of inspiration for all these stories didn’t come out of nowhere. She brought her fingers up to the keyboard. She loved every moment of the two stories she had gone through. Why not combine them into one?

“Quinn lives in a world where you never have to grow up. You can spend your entire life diapered and as little as you want.”

Quinn flopped herself onto the bed. She let her legs flop to their sides in a frog position. Her blue printed diaper was on clear display. The feeling of her new world was already seeping into her brain. Thoughts grew fuzzy and difficult to keep track of. She didn’t know how little her past self in this world would decide not to grow up. She probably didn’t want to learn potty training. Perhaps she didn’t want to understand numbers or letters. Maybe even how social cues work.

“Hey, Quinn.” Olivia said from the doorway. Quinn lazily turned her head over. A thin line of drool was already dribbling out of her mouth.

“Do you wannaa chikana gna fo lunana?” Her mother said, but it devolved into gibberish to Quinn at the end. She couldn’t understand a single word that continued out of her mother’s mouth. Quinn tried thinking of words to say back to her mother. It was difficult to build the sentence word by word, but she finally came up with.

“Wha’ you say mama?” Or, at least that’s what she tried to say. It came out as, “Wana naga mama?” Olivia just smiled and walked out of the doorway. She knew Olivia had been non-verbal her whole life. It was silly of her to even try talking to her.

Quinn looked back out to the window. A final fleeting thought ran through her brain. “Should I change things before…. I…. bedome… baba… dranbra….ananra” Quinn’s thoughts of writing dissolved completely from her mind. She didn’t understand what letters were anyways. That was miles above her cognitive level at this point.

Quinn’s past-self had made the right decision in this world. Never grow up. Not a single aspect of herself. From the moment Quinn was born, she never tried to mature her brain or body.

Quinn lazily slipped off the bed. Her waist felt warm and squishy, like it always did when she sat down on the floor. Her fumbling hands picked up a random toy off the floor. She instantly starting sucking and drooling all over it. Her mind was complete babble at this point. Her eyes fell droopy and dull. Nothing but incoherent, sputtering nonsense of uncontrollable sounds in her brain. In another world, Quinn knew this was absolutely the right story for her to live in. A completely mindless 24 year-old who never did a single ounce of growing up.