Chapter Twenty-Two
“Hurry up, Erin! I’m carrying the backpack, and you’re still slower than me!”
Hailey was already at the middle of the oversized concrete tube that sufficed as her secret hideout as Erin was still climbing in the entrance.
“What’s the rush? Can’t hold it anymore?” Erin joked.
“Well, actually, I’m pretty close to that point,” admitted Hailey, beginning to unzip her backpack.
Inside the backpack lay a diaper, a box of wipes, and a plastic grocery bag. Hailey had decided to finally try out Erin’s idea of going to their hideout to use a diaper. Erin had essentially insisted that Hailey come out here and do what she wanted to do, noting that she still owed Hailey some changes after the help Hailey had given her.
Hailey didn’t honestly feel like Erin owed her anything. She’d simply been helping Erin when Erin needed it, and she wasn’t expecting any repayment at all. It was the least she could do to help make Erin’s life a little easier. Still, though, she had to admit that she didn’t mind the concept of having Erin help her out occasionally, and it seemed like it would mean a lot to Erin.
So she’d intentionally avoided a trip to the toilet a bit earlier that she probably should have taken, and as a result, her bowels were complaining mightily. The trip here had been difficult, but thankfully she’d been able to maintain control, only allowing a small bit of flatulence to escape. However, she was now at the point of no return; she knew that it would be impossible for her to make it home on time, so one way or another she was going to have to poop here. Her only choice was whether she was going to put on a diaper, or simply pull down her clothes and squat just outside the tube.
She certainly would prefer the former, but she figured she’d better check with her cousin. “Are you sure you want me to do this, Erin? If not, I can just go on the ground. Or I could use the diaper, but I can clean myself up if you don’t want to deal with my mess.”
“Hailey, I know you want to do this, and my offer stands,” replied Erin. “I don’t care how messy you are; you cleaned me up when I needed help, and you’ve given me a lot of other help besides. This is one of the ways I can help you in return, so don’t deny me the chance.”
Another pang swept through Hailey’s abdomen; she knew her time remaining was short. “Okay, let’s hurry then, or else you’re going to be helping me clean up messy panties.”
“Not that you’d mind, I bet,” Erin said.
“No, I wouldn’t mind, but that would be a bit harder to get away with, and I don’t have another pair of shorts with me to change into anyway. I’ll stick with the diaper.”
Hailey took off her shoes, pulled down her shorts and panties in one smooth motion, and stepped out of them. She suddenly felt awkward. It wasn’t that Erin was right next to her; the girls had long since become desensitized to changing clothes in front of each other. But, although she’d gone to the bathroom outside before, she’d never quite gotten used to the feeling of having her sensitive areas completely exposed to the elements. As she’d pointed out to Erin on their first trip there, the ravine that the pipe sat in curved enough that they couldn’t see very far beyond it on either end, and nobody would be able to approach without the girls being able to hear them anyway. No, it was as private as she could hope for — there was less chance of someone seeing her here than her parents walking in on her if she were in her own bedroom — but it still was weird to have a breeze tickling her privates like that. “Being naked outside feels really weird,” she told Erin, quickly stepping into her underwear-like diaper and pulling it up around her waist.
“I suppose so,” replied Erin. Although she’d never quite done what Hailey was planning, she had occasionally been forced to relieve herself when she was outside.
Hailey placed her panties in the backpack, but pulled her shorts back on.
“Why are you doing that?” asked Erin. “Those don’t hide the diaper at all, and nobody’s going to see the diaper anyway.”
It was true; the shorts barely fit over the diaper, and easily betrayed what was under them. “I don’t know,” admitted Hailey. “I shouldn’t be worried about modesty here, but for some reason, it helps.”
“So, are you, um, ready to use it?” asked Erin.
“Yeah, here I go.”
Hailey had certainly become used to urinating in her diaper; as such, she had no difficulty relaxing while standing completely upright. The warm flow trickled at first, but soon began to come out strongly, and Hailey smiled as her diaper became soggy under her.
Her bladder empty, Hailey prepared to evacuate her bowels, unsure if she’d be able to do that standing up. She need not have worried. Almost immediately, she felt yet another strong, sudden pressure in her bowels; this time, she made no effort to try to hold it in, and a brown mass began to spread through her diaper.
“That’s kind of weird,” said Erin, looking at the back of Hailey’s shorts. “I think I can see a bulge growing, even through your shorts.”
“Really?” grunted Hailey, her sphincter finally closing up again.
“Yeah, I would have thought the thickness of the diaper and your shorts together would have hidden it. Are you done?” she asked, noticing that the very slight bulge was no longer growing.
“I think there’s still a little more in there,” admitted Hailey. “But I think it’s going to be harder to get out, since I don’t have to go so bad anymore.”
Hailey squatted down, softly grunting to herself as she finished her bowel movement. Eventually, she was satisfied that no more needed to come out.
“I think I’m finished,” said Hailey.
Erin was overcome with an odd mixture of revulsion and curiosity, with curiosity easily winning. She couldn’t help but imagine what her messy accidents felt like when she thought about what Hailey just did, and yet she was amazed that Hailey didn’t seem to mind the feeling at all. Sure, Hailey had told her she liked it, but witnessing it was a completely different experience.
“Do you really like that?” asked Erin.
“Oh, this feels great!” Hailey said. She reached down and felt the bulge she’d produced through her shorts.
Erin’s curiosity got the better of her, and she too put her hand on Hailey’s shorts. “Wow, you really did have to go. Do you want to, um, get changed?”
“Well… if you wouldn’t mind, I’d like to wait a little while.” She carefully sat down on the floor of the tube, happily squishing her mess under her.
Erin nodded, sitting down to face Hailey. “That’s fine, although I still can’t believe you think that feels good. I hate that feeling.”
“I wonder, though,” said Hailey. “Do you think it’s just that I like the feeling and you don’t, or do you think we actually each have a different feeling for it?”
“I guess I’d never really thought about it. I could see it working either way.” Erin paused. “I guess you could say the same thing with taste… do foods actually taste different to different people? Or do they taste the same, but some people just don’t like the taste?”
“Yeah, and smells too. My dad used to have this air freshener in his car; I’m not even sure what the smell was supposed to be, but it was horrible. But he said he liked it. Maybe we actually smelled two different things.”
“Speaking of smells,” said Erin. She made eye contact with Hailey, and then looked down towards Hailey’s shorts. The aroma from them was beginning to get rather strong.
“Erin, if the smell really bothers you, I can change now,” said Hailey.
“No, no, it’s okay. It’s not like it’s a smell I don’t make when I’m in the bathroom, and I can handle it then, so there’s no reason I can’t handle it now.”
“Okay, if you say so.”
“It is kind of weird, though. I mean, you’re twelve, and I’m eleven, so we’re both way past being babies. And yet, both of us are having way more accidents than we should.”
“Well, mine aren’t exactly accidents,” admitted Hailey.
“Still. You know I don’t mind what you do, and while I wish it wasn’t the case, I’ve come to terms with the fact that I’m not always good at controlling when I need to go.”
“Well, nobody could say it’s your fault…”
“I know it’s not my fault, and that’s what frustrates me. If it was my fault, I could at least do something about it, but as it is, all I can do is wear the diapers so that when it does happen, at least it’s less inconvenient. But what I’m trying to say is, if we’re still having accidents at this age… do you think you’ll still want to wet or poop yourself in ten years? Do you think I’ll still be wetting the bed, and sometimes having accidents during the day, when I’m ten years older?”
Hailey thought about this for a moment. “Well, I really hope you overcome your accidents in ten years. In fact, I hope it’s much less than that. But I have no way to know for sure. All I can do is promise you that whether you grow out of it or not, I’ll still like you all the same, and I’ll still do whatever I can to help you.”
“I guess that’s all I can hope for,” Erin said. “Though it’s just really weird to think that I might still be wetting the bed when I’m an adult. I’d always thought that was something only kids do. Actually, until it started happening to me, I’d always thought it was something only really young kids do.”
“Erin, people of all ages do it, I’m sure. You can’t be the only one.”
“I know that, now,” admitted Erin. “But it still has to be less and less common the older you get.”
“I guess so.”
“But what about you? Do you think you’ll still be trying to have accidents when you’re twenty-two?”
“Well, I mean, I don’t see why not,” said Hailey. “After all, I first got interested in accidents when I was in first grade, so I guess I would have been about six at the time. I’m twelve now, so that means I’ve been interested in this sort of thing for half my life. I don’t see why I’d lose interest after another six years, or ten years, or twelve years.”
“But won’t it be weird to be doing that when you’re an adult?”
“Isn’t it weird now? I mean, I’m glad you don’t mind, but what do you think most people would think if they knew someone my age not only wore diapers, but wore them and used them because she wanted to, not because she had to?”
“I guess so, but doesn’t that mean you think it would be better to be like me, who has a reason to wear diapers?”
“I’m saying that if I got caught wearing a diaper, it would be more acceptable to society for me to have a reason to wear it, other than ‘I want to.’ But for actually using it… I mean no offense by this, Erin, but I’d rather be in my situation where I decide when to do it than in your position where you have no choice in your accidents.”
“No offense taken,” said Erin, frowning slightly. “As much as I dislike it, it’s simply a fact of my life.”
The girls didn’t say anything for the next five minutes, content to simply be in each other’s company. Hailey had the additional comfort of the excitingly naughty mass she was sitting in, but she didn’t want to stay in it too long. Her skin had become quite irritated when she’d left her wet diaper on too long after her recent trip to the movies, and while she hadn’t been sitting in this diaper nearly as long, she had no desire to repeat that experience.
“I think I’m ready to change,” said Hailey. “Are you sure you still want to help me with this? Because I can do it on my own if you’d rather not.”
“Nonsense,” said Erin. “I promised you I’d help, and that means I’ll help. I don’t want to hear you offer to do it yourself anymore.”
“Okay. Do you want me to lie down, or how do you want to do this?”
“That concrete doesn’t look very comfortable to lie on. Do you want to try it standing up?”
“Sure, we can try that,” said Hailey. She stood up, and pulled off her shorts, leaving an obviously full diaper exposed to Erin.
Erin emptied the backpack onto the floor of the tube and grabbed the box of wipes. She carefully tore the sides of Hailey’s diaper open, lowering it from under her and placing it in the plastic grocery bag. There was no way to refasten the sides of this style of diaper once ripped, Erin noticed, but she was planning on tying up the grocery bag anyway when she was done with it.
“Spread your legs a bit wider, so I can get you cleaned off,” instructed Erin. Hailey obeyed, and Erin made sufficient use of the wipes until her cousin was clean. The used wipes went in the grocery bag, and Erin washed her hands with one additional wipe before putting it in the bag and tying the bag off. She handed Hailey’s panties to her.
Hailey pulled her panties, shorts, and shoes back on as Erin put the grocery bag and the box of wipes back in the backpack, zipping it up. “I’ll put the bag with the diaper in the outside trash bin when we get home,” Erin explained.
“You don’t have to do that; it’s my mess,” stated Hailey.
Erin glared at her. “I said I didn’t want you to worry about the cleanup process. I’ll do it.”
“Okay, okay,” said Hailey. “Just remember to bury it under some other trash, so my parents don’t see it.”
“Will do,” said Erin.
The girls left the concrete tube and began to head home.
“So,” asked Hailey, “do you think we can do this again sometime?”
“Of course,” said Erin. “Any time you want to do it, I’m willing.”