You blush ever-so-slightly as your avian claws sink deeply into your pristine padding, disappearing into the crinkling folds. There's no way you're going anywhere with a diaper this big, even though you haven't even used it yet! You're not wearing much else, either - just an open pyjama shirt, with nothing underneath to conceal your petite chest. Your mom probably wouldn't approve, but you're almost eighteen, right? You can wear what you want - and if that means wearing little other than an industrial-strength diaper, then so be it.
You climb to your knees and adjust the poofy garment's tapes a little. Even on your knees, your unique underwear almost touches the bed below you. You're nearly immobile already, but you can't help but wonder how you'd look if you added a little mass to your over-large diaper... a smirk creeps across your beak as your eyes dart to your bed-side table. Numerous plastic bottles of fresh water, both full and half-full, sparkle appealingly in the afternoon light streaming through your curtains. Next to them sits a discrete little box of pills with the words 'X-LAX' printed on the side in bold brown lettering. You're having trouble remembering why exactly you set all these things up, but you recall that you're still suspiciously dry despite a long, lazy day of rest - it'd probably only take half a bottle of water to change that. However, you're incredibly thickly padded, and it'd be a shame not to use your garment to its fullest.
Firmly electing to avoid half-measures, you lean over to the bedside table (after a brief struggle to get over your own padding) and your hand hovers over the arrayed choices. Where do you start?
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