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How to Get Young Adults to Wear Diapers (Chapter 3)
🕑 Added 2016-12-05 18:30:00 +0000 UTCChapter 3
Joanne: Hey! Me again. Hum, yeah it is 10 in the morning, I just woke up, still a bit tired. Hum… Okay, so… Here we go. I…
She cleared her throat.
Joanne: I wet the bed last night. Or more accurately I wet the… product.
She got up so her pants would come into view. She pulled down the waistband of her pajama pants to show the front of the sagging diaper.
Joanne: As you can see, no leaks. In that regard I guess you can say it was effective. My bum feels wet and cold… but it’s still a better feeling then waking up in soaked sheets, I will give you that. The diaper… sorry, the Goodnite is still in place around my waist. If feels saggy but the padding absorbed well, it feels better than what I remember from before. I’ll use these tear-down sides now, to take it off.
She stepped aside, away from the camera’s eye, slipped down her PJ pants then torn down the sides of the Goodnite. She balled up the used diaper and threw it in her trash bag. She cleaned herself with the baby wipes provided by Nicole and put on a pair of knickers before slipping back into her PJs. She came back to the camera’s view.
Joanne: The taking-off process is a bit humiliating in my opinion, I really feel like a little girl getting changed out of my Pull-Ups when I do that. I guess it’s also part of the feeling that comes with peeing yourself. I don’t know if you can come up with a solution that has more… dignity. I’m just saying. So… yeah. So far so good. It feels weird to wear diapers at 20 years old to be honest, but in terms of efficiency, it does work. I’ll keep you in touch for the results tonight when I put it on again.
I turned off the video. I added it quickly to the first one I made the night before and called it VLOG1 on my desktop. Today was an important day for me. I needed to get ready for an interview for an internship. I got dressed quickly, gathered my things and left my flat in a hurry.
*
Sitting in the vast lobby of a tower downtown London, I was waiting for the receptionist to call my name. Feeling a bit nervous, I kept scrolling in my social network feeds for a distraction. I read a few of my followers comments, but then I noticed I had fewer then usual.
Shit.
I forgot to upload yesterday’s video to my Youtube account. I wouldn’t be home until later that evening and I needed to put that content online, or else my whole ‘’daily video’’ concept would collapse.
I called my mom, hoping she’d he home for lunch.
Joanne: Mum? Are you home? Oh thank God, can you do me a huge favor please? Go to my room, on my computer…
The receptionist: Miss Joanne Stuart?
Joanne : Just a sec please! Mum, I need to go, but can you upload my vlog from yesterday to my Youtube channel please? It’s on my desktop. Yeah, my password is saved to that computer so it shouldn’t be a problem.
The receptionist: Miss Stuart, now please.
Joanne: On my desktop! Gotta go, thanks mom!
I hung up.
The interview went rather well… okay to tell the truth I wasn’t prepared enough. A lot of questions were focused on past experiences, which I lacked severely. I even saw them raising their eyebrows at some point. My phone kept buzzing in my pocket and I had to mumble an excuse. Before turning it off I noticed I had a huge number of notifications. My vlog must’ve been more popular then usual.
I shook hands with my interviewers and thanked them for their time. The whole process took about an hour and I left the building feeling a bit light-headed.
On the bus-ride I realized I hadn’t turned my phone on yet. I wanted to get a look at my new comments, maybe it would cheer me up.
I opened the Youtube app and typed in my name. I saw myself in my room in the first video coming up. 34 000 views. Woah. How was that even possible, in only an hour and a half.
I watched my video closely, but without the sound because I didn’t have my headphones with me. I saw myself talking to the camera and then lifting up a package… Oh no.
I realized with horror what had happened. My mother uploaded the wrong video to my Youtube channel. I was speechless, watching myself ripping open the diaper package and pulling one out.
Tears started forming in my eyes. 34 000 people (and counting) had seen me talking about…. and wearing a diaper on camera.
My heart pumped so fast as I couldn’t help but watch the entirety of the video, as if I was someone else watching it for the first time. My heart stopped as I got to the part I had filmed this morning.
I saw myself getting up, pulling down the waistband of my pajama pants, exposing my wet Pull-Ups to the entire world.
Comments
Thank you! This one has been ordered by a Patron actually, who suggested the whole storyline. I've got another chapter in the works so it ain't over yet!
Devon
I'm really enjoying this series.
Brilliant
