Quinn's Story Parts 1 & 2

Quinn pressed her index finger into the final key. Her lungs released an exhausted breath as she relaxed her neck. Her eyes finally broke their three-hour long gaze at the screen. She let her vision fall out of focus while staring at the ceiling. It was quiet in her room. She let that silence fill her mind. It was nice not to think about typing words and diapers for a second.

“Ugh.” Quinn thought, pulling the muscles in her neck to lift her head back up. She rubbed her tired eyes; it was the first break she’d given herself in hours. “This is draining, do I really have the capacity to push through one more caption?” Quinn said to herself. She let her red eyes open again. Her pupils shrunk from the piercing white light of the screen.

It’s not easy writing AB/DL stories. The mental grind of producing content month after month can wear your mind thin. In Quinn’s case, a seasoned AB/DL content-veteran, one of her recent struggles was creating new and exciting content. Original ideas can run out faster than you expect. Should she sell out and write a cheap story with the same over used troupes? Write a poorly structured story that jumps right into the diaper content? It’s easy to do once you start gaining success in the community. She’d rather not write at all if it meant she was producing rinse and repeat content for her community. Morals aside, she still had plenty of writing to finish before the end of the month. She opened a new blank Word document to finish her final caption for the month.

“What the hell am I going to write here.” Quinn thought, the ominous blank page looking back at her. Staring at it always added a heavy weight of stress onto her shoulders. She had to write. No content. No Patrons. “I could just produce something quick. A short caption about a girl getting hypnotized by some sketchy email, or maybe two girls find a magic stone, and their choices plinko them into diapers… er… maybe one of the girls babysits and she wants the life of her charge because it isn’t that hard. Hrm, that’s not very original though. Maybe I could…” Quinn thought, her mind trailing off into the abyss of ideas. None of those ideas sounded remotely eye catching. In frustration she let herself type word vomit onto the page.

“Quinn wears pull-ups. There’s a stack of them on her dresser because she has a hard time making it to the potty on time. What a diaper-y babyish little shame!!” Quinn wrote, smirking to herself. “If only it were that easy…” She thought, her finger hovered over the delete button. “It’d be hilarious if that was the way some second-rate writer started their story.” Quinn said, spinning around to get a look at her bed and dresser. She rolled her eyes, “It’s like I can imagine them there.” She said, chuckling to herself as she turned back to her screen, letting her hands rest on the keyboard.

The smirk on her face faded into a thousand-mile stare. Her mind fell silent for the second time that night. Suddenly, she snapped back to look at the bed behind her.

“Oh. My. Fucking. God.” Quinn uttered. A neat pile of pull-ups was stacked upon her dresser. “What the?!” She exclaimed, looking down at her waist. Sure enough, gone were her PJ pants and panties. Instead, a light purple pull-up was fit snug around her bottom, along with a cute wool pair of pink and gray socks. There was a reason that pull-up was wrapped around her, Quinn had just explained why in the word document.

“I gotta..!” Quinn said, suddenly jumping up from her chair. The weight of her bladder pressed down onto her without any warning. She had gone from zero pressure to maximum capacity in a matter of seconds. Her quick feet started scuttling across her bedroom and into the hallway.

But Quinn said it herself. She has a hard time making it to the potty time.

“Oh!...” Quinn said on reflex. She stopped running and stood in place. The liquid in her bladder tipped over and spilled into her pull-up. She couldn’t clench down hard enough to stop it. We all react differently when we have an accident. Quinn instinctively sat down on her heels, just like she did when she had accidents as a kid. She had no physical ability to stem the flow of pee soaking into her pull-up.

“I’m having an accident.” She said, her demeanor melting from shock to giddy excitement. “Just like one of the girls in my stories…” Quinn said, her imagination kicking back into overdrive

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2

Quinn sat back down onto her computer chair with a warm squish. She brought her trembling fingers to the keyboard.

“I can be anything. DO anything I want.” She said, looking at the word document. “I can be the girls in my stories.” Quinn thought, the sexual fantasies in her mind started hijacking her rational thought. She had ultimate power over her universe. Quinn hit the enter button on the keyboard and started typing.

“Quinn, although 24, is still in kindergarten.”

The transition happened instantly. The first thing Quinn felt was the screeching halt her mind came to. It was as if her adult mind spun away like a deflating balloon in the air. Her rational adult brain melted into that of a giggly kindergartener. The world seemed way more fun. Especially because there were tons of toys and stuffed animals around the room now! She didn’t want to stare at boring words on a screen. That was for grown-ups. She slipped out of her chair and hit her woodened floor with another warm squish.

“Mista’ bunny!” Quinn squealed, feeling a lightning bolt of emotional joy shock through her body. It was the strongest feeling of happiness she’d felt in decades. She had no emotional reserve. Each moment crashed through emotional being. Her bunny felt incredibly soft to the touch. Her hands squeezed and ran through every inch of her stuffed animal, before plopping it on the nightstand in front of her.

“Wet’s pway!” Quinn slurred, looking around for anything to enhance their playtime together. She saw a deck of Uno playing cards on her nightstand. She got on her knees, pull-up sagging, and grabbed the deck. Quinn sat back down on her padded bum and spilled all the cards out next to her.

“Weady to pway Mista’ bunny?” Quinn said, grabbing a handful of cards from the messy pile for herself and Mr. Bunny. It was natural to let her regressed brain allow Mr. Bunny to physically play the Uno cards. Living in imagination was what a kindergartener like Quinn did every day.

“Your turn!” Mr. Bunny said.

“Oh! Um….” Quinn said, her mind felt spacy. She also wasn’t entirely sure how to play the game. She grabbed a random card and put it down in front of her. “I win!” She said triumphantly.

“Great job!” You are so smart!” Quinn imagined the bunny saying to her.

“YAAYYY!!!” Quin yelled, feeling pride light every fiber of her being. She’d never been so proud in her entire life. This was truly a monumental achievement.

“Wow, sounds like a lot of excitement in here!” A voice said from the doorway. Quinn turned around and recognized who it was instantly. Olivia, her mother.

“I hope you’re not getting too excited, we don’t want another accident, remember?” Olivia said, taking a couple step into the room to peer over Quinn and get a look at her soggy pull-up. Quinn felt incredibly childish in that moment. Her mother didn’t trust her to make it. She suddenly wanted to chase that feeling.

It was like opening her mouth. Her bladder opened, and a flood of pee gushed into her already wet pull-up. The pull-up could only hold a small amount of the accident before it inevitably spilled over. Which was practically the entirety of Quinn’s bladder. A large puddle of pee started growing beneath Quinn. She doubled down.

“Um, I don’t think I needa go potty, Mommy.” Quinn said, trying as hard as she could to hold back a smile. She cocked her head and shot a dumb look to seal the deal.

“Ugh! No, Honey! You’re peeing right now! Damn. What’s the use…? You didn’t even know you had to go. Your teacher was right, you’re no where near potty training right now. Hang on, I bought a package of diapers for you yesterday just in case. They’re in my room, I’ll be right back to put you in one.” Olivia said, turning toward the door and walking out of the room. Quinn giggled in wet childish delight.

This was too much fun. But there were so many other diaper worlds she could explore. She hopped up from the floor, the pull-up sagged nearly halfway down her thighs at this point. She rushed over to the computer. The letters were hard to make out, but she could just barely form the sentences needed to change the story. She thought of the biggest thing she could possibly think of in her regressed brain and wrote it down.

Too Be Continued Next Month ...... :)