The journey to the Doctor's is long, and the car is filled with an unbearably awkward silence. I can feel my mother occasionally glancing my way nervously, probably wondering if I'm going to piss all over her car seats. Obviously, you and I know that won't happen without my say so.
I update my blog as I go. I took a picture of my pissy pink thong just before we left, and my followers are going mad for it!
"Come on, sweetie." My mom says as she gets out of the car. "Let's head inside." We've arrived.
When we get into the waiting room I can still feel my mother's gaze on me. I feel a little bit guilty about putting her through all this just so I can wear diapers freely, but my desire is just too strong to ignore. Drastic measures require drastic action.
"Jessica Hadley?" The nurse calls me to the Doctor's office after about ten minutes of my Mom nervously fiddling with her hands. I follow on behind her and try to look as downtrodden as I can.
I sit down in front of the Doctor, who calls us in warmly.
"Good morning, Miss Hadley," he greets. "And what can I do for you today?" He's a squat, porky little man with round spectacles on the end of his nose and thinning brown hair that's creeping back away from his forehead.
"Well, Doctor," my mother interjects before I can say anything. I keep my shoulders slunk and my head low. "My daughter has suddenly found herself without-" she clears her throat awkwardly. "-any bladder control. She wet the bed last night and has wet herself whilst walking about the house as well. I was wondering if you had any kind of prognosis."
"Well, Miss Hadley," he replies, not even making eye contact with my mother and instead looking intently at me. We can give you an X-Ray and look for any abnormalities there, but until then until we know the cause of your incontinence the most we can do is decrease the effects of the wettings."
"What does that mean?" I ask unsurely, although my heart is beating fast in my chest, hoping for the right answer.
"I'm afraid it will mean adult diapers for you, until we can determine the cause here." He says solemnly. I try to keep a grin from emerging and instead adopt a dejected, nervous look.
I look to Mom, who has her hand over her mouth in worry. She Is probably thinking how this will affect my life; my school life, my love life.
But in reality this would only affect what I wanted it to. She has no idea that I still have control over my bladder. I'm going to milk this as much as I can and get diapered 24/7!
As I think, the doctor goes out to a supply closet and returns with a cardboard box in his hands. I peek over the top of it and see it is full to the brim with white, crisp, poofy, crinkly adult diapers. I try not to giggle in excitement and give the doctor a hug. I can already feel my nether-regions getting warmer; wetter.
"Honey..." My mother says quietly. I can feel she's embarrassed on my behalf. "...I'm sorry, but this is all we can do for now."
"No..." I say, trying to seem as upset as I can. "No it's ok, I'd rather this than ruin anymore of my clothes."
My mother puts a hand on my shoulder in support. She can probably feel me trembling underneath her, but it's not from fear, it's from excitement.
"Thank you, Doctor." I say solemnly, taking the box off of him and looking down into it in 'disgust'.
"I'm sorry, Jess." He says with genuine remorse. "I wish I could do more for you in the mean time, but until I have some idea as to what's wrong, there's nothing else I can do."
*
The tests he discussed were just a small X-Ray and a urine sample, which takes no less than half an hour. After both of those have been conducted, Mom and I are on our way back home with a box of adult diapers on the back seat.
When we arrive home, the tension is unbearable. I contemplate taking the box straight upstairs, but my mother stops me.
"Right sweetie, I know this is awkward for you, and I know this maybe isn't how you wanted this to go, but I'm here to help you every step of the way." She smiles warmly and puts a hand on my shoulder before taking a diaper out of the box and unfolding it.
"Lay down one of those blankets, Jess. Let's just get this out of way."
Hold on. My mom is going to diaper me?! I shudder a little as I reluctantly; unsurely take one of the blankets from on top of the couch and lay it down on the floor. This was more than I could have hoped for. I envisaged me having to go upstairs and struggle into the diaper myself, but my mom was going to do it for me! I feel like such a baby.
Whilst my mom waits patiently with the diaper unfolded and ready, I pull down my skirt and panties, not really feeling too ashamed. With only me and my mother in the house it's not unusual for us to see each other naked now and then.
I lay down on the blanket and splay my legs a little. I've read enough stories and watched enough diaper porn to know the drill. I lift my butt a little and almost instantly my mother expertly slides the diaper underneath my peachy behind.
"And here was me thinking my days of diapering you were long gone." She laughs nervously, trying to break the tension. I try to look as fed up as I can, but inside I'm having a freaking party. My legs are quivering, but hopefully mom is just putting that down to nerves.
My mom pushes my legs down and lifts up the front of the diaper, covering up my pretty little pussy and making it twitch in anticipation. She tapes up the sides nice and tightly, making the diaper squeeze against my fleshy booty.
"There you go sweetie," she says as I sit up, trying not to giggle at the sensation of the padding beneath my pussy. "It's gonna take some getting used to."
I stand up and can't believe how good the bunched up padding feels between my thighs. It makes me walk bow legged and makes it look like my butt is sticking out.
"Thanks for helping me, Mom." I say, before pulling my skirt up around my waist again. It does little to hide the padding underneath.
*
I blog a picture of me in my diaper almost instantly after I head upstairs. I can't get over how damn cute I look in it! I divulge how well my plan has gone to all my followers, and how after such a successful plan I was in diapers by the end of the day!
"Jess!" My mom calls from downstairs. I just finish drinking a load of water in my room ready to wet my diaper for the first time before I go to bed. But that's when I realise my phone wasn't up here, I'd left it downstairs.
As I head down the stairs apprehensively, I see my mother stood in the middle of the lounge, scrolling down my phone. When I reach the bottom step, she shows me the phone and I see my latest post on my blog.
"You have some explaining to do." She growls at me.
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