Abby's Shame
ABBY'S SHAME
Abby walked into the dormitory with a sigh. Her head was a mess of thoughts and she was already exhausted despite it only being mid-afternoon. She had spent most of the day unpacking her things - a job yet to be fully completed, saying bye to her parents, meeting the other girls on her floor, and getting oriented to the new campus.
It was move-in day for her first year of college, and her emotions were all over the place, but most of all, she was excited for the four years to come.
What would college be like? What kinds of friends would she make? How would she perform in her classes? A million questions raced around her mind as she surveyed the room where she would live for the next year. It was a typical college dorm - small, a bit dirty from the dozens of girls that had lived there before, with two beds, two desks, and not much else.
Abby's roommate had yet to arrive, and Abby had a mixture of nervousness and excitement at the thought of meeting the stranger who she would be sleeping a few feet from every night.
"I should probably finish unpacking" Abby thought to herself as she instead laid down on her bed, deciding that she deserved a rest before her roommate arrived.
Abby was a pretty normal 18-year-old girl. She tended to be a bit shy before she got to know people and was a bit geeky with her fascination with comic books and superhero movies, but she had a tight-knit circle of friends and got along with just about everyone.
Her friends would describe her as a bit immature, but that didn't bother Abby. She knew what she liked and didn't feel like she owed anyone an explanation - even if what she liked was watching cartoons and occasionally playing with dolls that she was a bit too old for.
She was a bit smaller than most of her friends, both in height and build, but she had an attractive and well-proportioned body. She was slender, but still had her curves and was proud of the young woman that she was turning into.
Her body was more the product of genetics than effort as she despised the gym, mostly because she hated being watched. And she felt like someone was always looking at her at the gym.
She had brown hair that fell at her mid-back and framed her petite face in a cute, girlish way. Her smile was probably her best facial feature, once she felt comfortable enough to show it. She had a girlish charm, and her non-threatening look and mannerisms allowed her to get along with just about everyone.
As Abby lay on her bed, her mind began to wonder. She hated to admit it to herself, but what made her most nervous about college life were the boys. Abby had never had a boyfriend. She had only kissed one boy, and that was at some stupid party that one of her friends had dragged her to.
The knowledge of a relationship was foreign to her, and the thought of making love was equal parts scary and thrilling to her. She wanted to blame her lack of experience on her parents, as they were very conservative, but she knew that wasn't the primary reason.
Abby had to blame herself for that one. She could picture herself sleeping with a man, but sleeping next to a man, in the same bed, was a bit more problematic.
Ever since she could remember, Abby had been a bedwetter. She and her parents had tried just about everything to fix the problem, but nothing seemed to work. She had gone to doctors and therapists, tried setting an alarm to wake herself every few hours during the night, dehydrated herself. Nothing worked. More often than not, she would wake up to wet sheets, feeling embarrassed and ashamed.
She had long ago resigned herself to the only reliable way to keep her sheets dry - diapers. Abby had a long relationship with the infantile garment, and her nightly diapers changed as her body changed and her nighttime accidents got bigger.
She had started out with pull-ups in elementary school, upgraded to Goodnights during middle-school, and graduated to adult diapers when she was in high school.
In the last year, she had to upgrade to specialty, thicker, nighttime diapers because the store-bought brands were too thin and would occasionally leak. She ordered these from an online company that specialized in making thick diapers that would last all night despite Abby's tendency to pee multiple times in her sleep.
Abby had a bit of a love-hate relationship with her new, thick diapers. It had taken a while to get used to the extra padding between her legs when she tried to sleep at night. She had a hard time getting her knees to touch when the diapers were dry, and there was no way to fully close her legs once they were wet. The plastic backing was also crinkly, and every time Abby heard her diaper rustle, she was reminded of how embarrassed she should feel to need nighttime protection at all.
On the positive side, however, the diapers were well made and fit her snugly once all four tapes were put in place. She had gotten used to them enough that she could sleep soundly in them. Best of all, she had never had a single leak since she upgraded to her new diapers. She had had plenty of nighttime accidents over the past year, so this was a testament to the quality of the diapers.
There were about fifty of these diapers, plus changing supplies, in a locked crate under Abby's bed. She knew that keeping this a secret from her new roommate would be tricky, but she was determined not to let anyone know her secret.
Her parents would send her care packages every month with new diapers discreetly, she would wear under her thick flannel pyjamas, and she would wrap her used diapers up in disposable shopping bags before throwing them away in the communal garbage can. Plus, she didn't wet the bed every night, so she wouldn't have too many diapers that she had to throw away in the morning.
As she thought about all these things, Abby was in the process of dozing off. She was awakened with a jolt when her dormitory door was flung open and in walked her new roommate.
Abby was immediately struck by the appearance of the girl. Tall, blonde, and muscular, without losing any femininity, the girl looked like one of the superheroines from Abby's comic books. She set down the large box she was carrying and surveyed the room with a condescending look before her eyes finally fell on Abby.
"Hi, I'm Rachel" the girl said, extending her hand, "you must be my new roommate." Abby stood up from her bed. "Abby" she said, "it's nice to meet you" and reached out to shake Rachel's hand. The two girls made the usual small talk, getting to know a bit more about each other's backgrounds, class schedules, hobbies, and interests.
They didn't seem to have much in common, but Rachel seemed nice enough, even if she was far more outgoing than Abby was used to. Maybe some of that outgoingness would be good to help her get out of her normal, shy shell, Abby thought to herself.
After talking for a bit, Rachel asked Abby if she would help her move some of her other boxes from her pickup. "I'd be happy to" said Abby, and the two new friends walked outside to Rachel's truck. The two made relatively short work of unloading, and it gave the two girls more time to get to know each other.
Rachel was on a full-ride volleyball scholarship and had just finished a retreat with the rest of the team before arriving on campus. She already knew the layout of the campus from previous recruiting trips, and happily gave Abby directions to all of her classes. Rachel seemed cool, for a jock, Abby thought to herself. They were going to get along just fine.
Unpacking went smoothly too. Rachel didn't have too much stuff, and each girl made sure to put their own things respectfully on their individual side of the room so as not to intrude on the other's space.
Abby took extra care to make sure her locked diaper crate had as little attention drawn to it as possible. She was still nervous about having to wear diapers in the same room as Rachel to avoid soaking her sheets, but she reasoned that her thick pyjamas could hide any signs of her need to wear a diaper.
After unpacking, the two girls went out for a celebratory dinner at a restaurant near campus. The more Abby got to know Rachel, the more she liked the girl, and the two were quickly forming the beginnings of a friendship.
After dinner, the two girls made their way back to campus. Rachel had a volleyball party later that evening with her teammates, and she invited Abby to tag along to meet everyone. Abby was grateful for the opportunity to meet new people on campus.
She was exhausted after her long day of moving into the dormitory. She promised Rachel that she would join for the next party, but told her that she was too tired to make this one. The two girls split up as Rachel headed out for the evening and Abby headed upstairs towards their shared room.
Abby was ready for bed almost as soon as she got to her room. It had been a long day, and she was ready for some much needed rest. After showering, brushing her teeth, and peeing, Abby was almost ready for bed. One more step remained. Like she had done every night for as long as she could remember, Abby needed to diaper herself before she could finally relax and fall asleep.
Abby took her keys out of her pocket and walked over to the locked crate under her bed. She selected a key from her keychain and unlocked the heavy padlock, revealing a treasure trove of babyish products. The crate was completely full of thick disposable diapers, a changing mat, baby powder, baby wipes, baby lotion, and baby oil.
Wearing a diaper every night had meant that Abby had run-ins with diaper rash in the past, so she made sure to use plenty of powder and lotion under her diaper before going to bed.
Sure, she was embarrassed that the products she relied on were meant for babies at least 16 years younger than her, but the embarrassment was a small price to pay for avoiding the pain and itchiness of an untreated diaper rash.
Rachel would still be gone for at least a couple hours, so Abby knew that she could change into the childish garment without any interruptions. She took the changing mat out of the crate and carefully spread it onto the top of her bed.
She then proceeded to get undressed, culminating in her removing her matching bra and panties. "Goodbye panties, hello diapers" Abby thought to herself with a chuckle. She grabbed a diaper from the stack along with the bottle of baby lotion, the container of baby wipes, and her shaker of baby powder.
Abby squeezed a generous amount of baby lotion into her hand and began to apply the lotion to every piece of her skin that would be covered by her diaper. She had done this countless times before, and her hands moved almost automatically from the constant repetition of the task.
She was completely shaved, as she found that this not only helped with her diaper rash, but also made her diapers more comfortable to wear. Abby was very thorough in covering her diaper area with the lotion, and she made sure to cover all of her harder to reach areas. She took extra care to coat her bottom.
Once her soon-to-diapered area was well covered, Abby unfolded the diaper and laid it in the middle of the changing mat. Abby had worn this brand of diapers for about a year, but she was still always struck by how thick and crinkly they were. The diapers had four tapes, with cartoon bears and flowers on the front, and always fit very snugly.
The cartoon bears and childish design on the front panel where the tapes stuck made Abby feel even more immature about herself than her previous, all white store-bought diapers had, but these were some of the most absorbent diapers out there, so the-trade off was worth it. Better to look more babyish and not have to worry about leaks, she reasoned.
Abby laid on top of the diaper, lifted her legs up towards the ceiling, and began to shake baby powder onto her exposed bottom. With her other hand, she began rubbing the powder into herself, focusing first on the left, then right side of her bottom. Once her bum had a generous quantity of the white powder, she lowered and spread her legs, ready to powder her front side.
Abby cleaned off her hand with a baby wipe as to not get powder on the tape tabs and pulled the diaper tightly shut around herself. She first taped the bottom tapes, then the top ones until she was securely and snugly within her diaper.
Abby always felt a mix of emotions when her diaper was finally on. She was secure, and safe from leaks, so she could sleep soundly. She was also trapped in a thick plastic prison that forced her legs apart and crinkled every time she moved. Mostly, she was ashamed at having to wear diapers like an eighteen-year-old toddler.
Over the diaper went thick, flannel pyjama bottoms. These were a few sizes too big, and did a good job hiding the secret protection that Abby was wearing underneath. She added an oversized sleeping t-shirt over top.
She put her supplies away, closed and locked her diaper crate, turned out the light, and got under her covers. She was ready for some hard-earned sleep.
Abby enjoyed the deep, dreamless sleep that only comes from being truly exhausted. She awoke the next morning to a bit of light shining through a gap in the dormitory's curtains. She stretched, yawned, rubbed her eyes, and looked around the room.
Rachel had gotten back sometime in the night and was still asleep in the bed next to Abby's. Abby laid on her back in a sleep induced daze for a few minutes, on the edge between falling back asleep and fully waking up. Waking up eventually won out, as Abby let out another yawn and stretched her arms again.
Her hand instinctively went to her diapered crotch as it did every morning to check if she had had an accident in the middle of the night. It was always a toss-up with Abby.
Sometimes, she would go an entire week without having a single accident. Sometimes, she was wet night after night after night. She knew it was silly, but Abby always thought that a dry diaper was a sign that she was going to have a great day.
Today was not going to be a great day. Abby didn't even need to touch her diaper to figure that one out. Her diaper was way wetter than it normally was when she had a nighttime accident, probably because she had slept so well.
She had a mini-panic attack, thinking that she may have leaked onto her new sheets, but she felt beneath her diaper to find completely dry bedding. As childish as these diapers were, the definitely did their job well. She felt gross and embarrassed, like she always did when she woke up in a wet diaper, and she wanted out as soon as possible.
Abby quietly rolled out of bed so as not to disturb Rachel, grabbed a clean pair of panties, got some baby wipes out of her crate, and headed to the bathroom to get changed. Rachel and Abby's room was only a few doors away from the bathroom. This would normally be a short walk, but it felt like a mile to Abby.
Luckily, the halls were deserted. Abby was terrified that another girl would walk out of a room and hear Abby's diaper crinkling under her pyjamas. More embarrassing than the crinkle was the way Abby was walking.
The diaper she was wearing was think when dry, but it had swelled considerably after soaking up Abby's night time pee. Her legs were forced apart, making her to walk in a semi-waddle.
Every step that she took caused her wet diaper to push against her, and served to remind her of how ashamed she should be. What kind of girl was smart enough to get into college but still had to wear diapers every-night? What kind of girl still wet the bed at eighteen? Abby hated that she was that kind of girl.
After what seemed like ages of walking, Abby finally arrived at the bathroom. It was empty, thank God. Abby walked into the first stall and closed the door. She took off her pyjama bottoms and carefully hung them up on the hook attached to the stall door.
She poked at her now exposed diaper. This one was really wet, and she thanked her lucky stars that it hadn't leaked during the night. She was about to undo the first tape to finally get the disgusting, pee filled thing off, when the bathroom door opened. Abby knew that the tapes made noise when undone, so she decided to wait until the other girl left before changing.
She was standing there, waiting, in just a diaper and t-shirt, when her stall door was thrown open, and Abby came face-to-face with Rachel.
"Oh sorry Abby I didn't see?" said Rachel. "Wait, is that what I think it is?" "What? No! What do you mean?" exclaimed Abby as she desperately pulled on the bottom of her shirt to cover her wet diaper.
"Are you wearing a diaper?" asked Rachel. "No way" said Abby, "I was just using the bathroom, and you startled me because I forgot to lock the door and now?"
Abby was interrupted by Rachel reaching forward and tugging up on Abby's shirt, fully revealing her diaper. "Oh My God - you are wearing a diaper!" exclaimed Rachel, "and it's wet!"
Abby stood there, in shock, with no idea how she would explain this one away. As she stood there, mouth hanging open, Rachel grabbed her phone and quickly took one picture, then another, then another, before Abby could react.
Abby tried to grab the phone, but Rachel was faster and stronger, and she easily pushed Abby back. "I can't believe my roommate wears diapers. She even wets them like a little baby. What will everyone say when I tell them?" "Please, no" begged Abby. "You can't tell anyone. Please promise you won't." "I won't promise anything" replied Rachel.
"If you want this to remain our little secret, you will be doing what I say from now on, or else everyone will know what a little baby diaper girl you are." "Anything" pleaded Abby "I'll do your homework, clean the room, whatever you want, just please don't tell." "I have something else in mind" Rachel said with a sneer "but first we need to get back into our room."
"Ok, anything you want" said Abby "let me just change into my panties and we can?" "Oh no" interrupted Rachel "you clearly need some extra protection, and I'll decided when you can change. Now put your pyjama bottoms on over that wet diaper of yours and walk back to the room."
"You don't understand" argued Abby, "I don't need to wear diapers. Not all the time at least. I sometimes have accidents at night, but I wear regular panties during the day. I don't need any extra protection." "I've made myself clear" Rachel said "now get those pyjamas on and walk with me back to the room."
Abby was mortified on the walk back to the room. How could she have been so stupid to leave the stall door unlocked? What was Rachel going to have her do?
"Stand in the corner" Rachel commanded as soon as the two were in their dorm with the door shut. Abby walked over to the corner Rachel had indicated, head down and in shame. "I want to see that diaper of yours unobstructed" Rachel demanded "take off your pyjama bottoms."
Abby timidly complied, sliding her bottoms off to reveal her pee soaked diaper and kicking them into the middle of the room. She tried her best to cover her diaper with her hands, knowing full well that it didn't matter, and that Rachel could still see everything.
"Now the top" demanded Rachel, as she crossed her arms impatiently. Abby looked at Rachel in disbelief. "I'm waiting" said Rachel "or do you need me to remind you what will happen if you disobey me." That was all the motivation Abby needed.
She reached her arms above her head and removed her top. She quickly covered her now exposed top with one hand while the other tried in vain to hide her wet diaper. She stood there silently blushing while Rachel looked her up and down, a devilous smile on her face.
"Arms at your side, Diaper Girl" Rachel told Abby. Abby obeyed, her face getting more and more red as her embarrassment mounted. Rachel took out her phone and snapped a few more pictures.
A picture of Abby standing in the corner, completely naked except for a clearly wet diaper, blushing and mortified was all the blackmail Rachel needed. Abby was completely under her control, as if she wasn't already.
"Abby" Rachel said "I want you to be a good girl and wet your diaper again. I know you already peed in the middle of the night, but I know that little bladder of yours still has something in it." Abby had never peed a diaper on purpose. The thought of doing so disgusted and humiliated her. She wasn't about to do so now.
"Please, no" begged Abby "You can't make me do?" she hesitated, trying to think of the right words, "that." "I can do whatever I want" retorted Rachel. "You will wet that diaper again, or I will send pictures of you to every girl on my Volleyball team. After that, it will only take a couple days before the whole school knows that you're just a pathetic little girl who wets herself and has to wear a diaper."
Abby stood there, deciding what to do. She couldn't pee herself in front of this girl could she? "Ok" said Rachel, as she pulled out her phone, "if you're not going to do as I say, I'll start sending those texts." "No wait" Abby protested, "I'll do it."
Abby closed her eyes. She couldn't believe she was about to go through with this. She did have to pee - she hadn't gone since sometime in the middle of the night, but doing it in front of a stranger in such an embarrassing situation made her freeze up.
Abby concentrated on relaxing her bladder, but stage fright had it's grip on her, and she couldn't even get a drop out. Rachel interrupted her concentration. "You better get going, or else I'll be sending those texts."
"Just give me a second" Abby pleaded. She squatted down, hoping to get into a more relaxed and natural position. She closed her eyes yet again, took a deep breath, slowly exhaled, and concentrated on peeing.
She released her bladder into her already wet diaper with an audible hiss. Abby could feel the warm wetness as it escaped her, surrounding her and creeping backwards toward her bottom, forming a puddle around her skin before being absorbed. She was horrified at the thought of what she was doing, but she couldn't stop mid-stream.
Her diaper swelled, but it held Abby's pee tightly against her, reminding her of the shameful act she had just committed. Abby thought for sure that the diaper was going to leak all over the dormitory floor, and she looked down expecting to see a growing puddle beneath her, but, much to her surprise, her diaper held all of it.
The smell of new urine mixing with her nighttime accident filled Abby's nostrils, and she blushed harder than she ever had. The embarrassment of wetting a diaper, on purpose, in front of another girl was almost too much to take.
"Good girl" was all Rachel said as Abby returned to a standing position, her swollen diaper starting to sag beneath her.
"Now, I want you down on your hands and knees, Little Girl" Rachel teased after she had gotten her pictures. "Babies like you should crawl." Abby obeyed, knowing that it was either do as the girl said or have the entire school know that she needed diapers. "That's a good girl" Rachel said in a soothing voice "your secret is safe with me, as long as you do everything I say."
Rachel sat on the bed. "Stay right there, Baby Girl. I have a surprise for you." Abby did as she was told, staying in the corner on her hands and knees, waiting for directions from Rachel. What else could she do? Rachel basically owned her at this point.
The embarrassment of crawling on the floor like a baby in her wet diaper in front of a girl she barely knew was horrible, but it was still nothing compared to the shame Abby would feel if the entire school saw those pictures.
Rachel sat on the bed for a couple minutes, admiring the sight of Abby on all fours in a soggy diaper. Then, much to Abby's surprise, Rachel stood up and took off her shirt, revealing a lacy black bra. Abby looked away in surprise. "Look at me Baby Girl".
Rachel began to slide her skin-tight jeans down, revealing a matching black lace thong. "I know you're jealous of my body, but don't be ashamed of what I have and you don't." Abby's eyes returned to the girl. She really was gorgeous. Tall, toned, super athletic, and confident, Rachel was everything that Abby wished she could be.
"Now I want you to stay in that bed, in that diaper until I come back to change you." Rachel started to get dressed. "What, where are you going?" asked Abby. "A good girl does not ask questions" replied Rachel, "A good girl does what she is told. And trust me, you want to be a good girl. Bad things happen to bad girls." "Ok, I'm sorry" Abby pouted "I'll be a good girl." Rachel bent down and kissed the girl's forehead. "That's what I thought, Diaper Girl."
Rachel finished getting dressed and headed towards the door. "I will be back in around an hour to change you. You are not to to leave the bed. You are not to take your diaper off. You are not to wear any clothing over your diaper, and you are not to touch your phone or computer. If I come back and you have done any of these things (and trust me, I will find out), it will be very bad for you. I suggest you take a nap like a good diaper-wearing baby."
With that, Rachel opened the door and left, locking the door behind her. Abby was left all alone, lying on the bed. She was completely naked except for her completely soaked diaper, and she knew it would be at least an hour until that predicament changed.
Rachel had promised to change her once she got back. Changed into what exactly? Abby hoped it would be a clean pair of panties, but she had a suspicion that "changed" meant "changed into another diaper." Abby desperately wanted out of her sopping diaper, but she didn't dare take it off.
She was completely under Rachel's control. Mostly it was because she didn't want Rachel to tell the school that she was a diaper wearer. But there was another reason. Abby still hated Rachel, but she loved the knowledge that she was still under Rachel's control, even without Rachel being in the same room.
Abby lay there in her soaking wet diaper. She had at least an hour until she got out of the plastic prison, which, miraculously, still hadn't leaked. Hadn't leaked yet that was. Abby had a long wait ahead of her. And she already had to pee again.
Written By: Tracy
Age: 33