Ashley’s Diapered Day Out Ch. 01

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Ashley sat nervously on the bus. It was busier than she thought it would be on a lazy Sunday afternoon. The bulkiness between her legs was all she could think about. The crinkling every time she squirmed was like thunder to her. She had checked her outfit over and over in the mirror. She made sure that her dress covered her newly bought princess diapers but still her mind raced. Maybe people could tell. Her eyes darted around the bus. Everyone seemed to mind their own business.

Ashley shifted in her seat again and winced as a loud crinkle accompanied her movement. A businesswoman looked around and Ashley’s heart skipped a beat. The businesswomen quickly went back looking at her phone. Ashley let out a sigh.

She had worked up the courage to find out where to order diapers. Spent weeks saving extra money to put away so that it would be easy to order the diapers. She spent the next few days anxiously waiting at home to intercept the package when it showed up so that her roommates wouldn’t find it and bayburt seks hikayeleri open it by mistake. She had planned this trip to the nail salon down to the letter. She had made sure her roommates weren’t home so that she could diaper herself and pick her outfit without fear of them walking in. She booked an appointment at the salon far enough from her apartment so that she wouldn’t bump into any of her friends. And she planned her bus route so that it wouldn’t be the main bus route to get her to the salon.

She felt so confident and excited when she left her apartment. Wearing a pink summer dress with a satin bow around the waist. She had gotten it from the kid’s section of the department store and had been saving it for this trip. Paired with a pink headband, white lace socks, and black Mary Jane shoes, she looked 10 years younger than her actual age. The dress was fancy enough and the bow was big enough that it looked as if she was heading to a fancy dinner party or semi-formal. Her white purse was full of a baby bottle full of milk, her first and only pacifier and her wallet and phone. Her purse wasn’t big enough to carry an extra diaper so she would be forced to wear this one the entire time she was out on her trip.

A sudden jerk of the bus stopping brought Ashley back to the present. She looked up and realized she had passed her stop by two whole stops! She quickly got up and bolted off the bus. Looking around she realized that instead of getting dropped off right in front of the nail salon she was dropped off in the sketchier side of town. She looked around at the dirty streets with wandering homeless people. Her bright pink dress stood out and her full bladder started clenching tightly.

Not wanting to wait for a bus in the opposite direction she started walking. Each step she could feel her diapers rustling under her dress. Each person she passed look at her and smiled. As she approached a street corner, the light turned red so she stopped to wait for the walk signal. A scantly clad woman walked up to her and asked if she was looking for some company. Ashley was so caught off guard that she immediately started flooding her diapers. She felt the warmth of her pee spread across her diaper as she gazed into the eyes of this woman, unable to speak. The lady looked puzzled and asked what was wrong and Ashley without thinking put her hand over the crotch of her dress as she felt more pee expand her fluffy diapers. The walk signal came on and Ashley quickly waddled away. Each step she could feel her warm wet diaper press against her privates. It was her first time being in a wet or used diaper at all and she didn’t know what to do with herself.

She waddled for the rest of the block until she was outside of the Salon. She hesitated to go in. Should she just head home? But the thrill of wearing a wet diaper was starting to get to her. Her heart was racing as she reached down and felt the warm sagging diaper. It wasn’t overly full but it felt like 100 pounds in her mind. She looked at her watch and 5 minutes late for her appointment already. She took a deep breath and walked into the salon.

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