As a little girl in second grade I came up with the perfect solution.  In my
    school as I am sure was the rule in others, only one student could go to use the
    toilet at a time.  For me this often resulted in sitting with my legs crossed waiting
    for two or three students to go before me.
    	One day wile walking as fast as I could it happened, every school girls
    nightmare, as I slowed down to make the turn into the little girls room, my
    panties became completely saturated with pee.  I still remember the feeling of
    the tears swelling in my eyes as streams of pee rolled down through my little
    white tights.  Leaving the small puddle I had created behind me I finally made it
    through the door and into one of the stalls.
    	I sat down pulled my tights and panties around my ankles and peed the
    rest into the toilet.  Now what would I do, if I did not return within  three minutes,
    my teacher would send the next student to look for me.  Then I did something
    that probably saved my reputation all the way through high school.  I took my
    soiled garments and trough them into the trash.  Nobody saw me wet my pants,
    so by destroying the only incriminating evidence, none of my class mates would
    ever know.
    	I returned to my class, slipped into the seat behind my little desk, and
    never had to tell anyone.  Even my mother never knew.  By the time she saw me
    after school I had already changed into my play clothes.
    	There were though, others in my class who were not as fortunate as
    myself.  That is how I came up with my perfect solution.  Diapers!!  Sure, babies
    wet their pants all the time, and no one knows they are wet until they are either
    checked, or load their diapers with a smelly mess.  Yes, this was the solution for
    anyone who had to hold it and wait, just wear diapers.  All the evidence stays
    out of sight.
    	This thought filled my mind every time I went pee.  The idea of wearing
    diapers followed me all through grade school, junior high, high school, and into
    my first place away from home.  This was it.  These were the days I had become
    obsessed with.  Days when I could be alone in my own place with only T-shirt
    on, and a soft bulky diaper rubbing between my legs.
    	To my delight I found both disposable diapers, and the cotton and
    rubber pants type diapers in my size.  I keep a little stash of both types.  Cotton
    diapers are soft, cuddly, and extremely bulky.  The rubber pants just sort of cling
    to the fabric, and complete the diaper feel and look.  Disposable diapers make a
    great crunchy sort of crinkly sound when I toddle around my place.
    	The first night I brought them home my body was shaking with the
    anticipation  of an event that I had waited most of my life for.  My first night in
    diapers.  I chose the cotton type diapers.  First I spread out the thick diaper on
    my bed, then sat right in the middle of it and laid back.   The electrical charge I
    felt from head toe as I pulled the cloth snug between my legs, and pinned it at
    each corner was truly amazing.  Then I slid the plastic pants  up the length of my
    legs, and over the soft cloth.  I stood up and looked at my self in the mirror.  My
    breasts were swelling out fully aroused.  My nipples were poking forward like
    two little pebbles.  As I slid  my hands down my firm stomach and over the bulky
    diapers I knew this was every thing and more that I thought it would be.  I felt so
    devilish, yet innocent like a baby.  I was doing something completely taboo,
    becoming more and more aroused and loving every minute of it.
    	I pulled a T-shirt over my head and waddled off to the kitchen for
    something to drink.  Two quarts of kool-aid to be exact.  My stomach was
    bloated from consuming so much liquid, and I knew it would not take long
    before I had to pee.  I then went about my nightly routine of washing my face,
    brushing my teeth and combing my hair, all with the constant awareness of the
    diapers.  When I finally tucked my self into bed and started to read, I found that I
    still did not feel the need to pee.  When my eyes started to slowly close and I
    knew it was time to sleep, I still did not have to go pee.  So without giving it
    much thought  I closed my book, and after taking one more quick peak under
    the covers at my diapered body, I clicked the light off and went to sleep.
    	 I made it through the night without wetting, but by mourning boy did I
    have to go.  The need to pee was the first thing I faced that mourning, even
    before my eyes had completely opened.  When I was fully awake I got all
    excited thinking I could just lay in bed and wet my diapers.  But even as bad as I
    had to go, I just could not bring my self to pee in my pants.  The adult in me
    would not let my childish dream come true.  I jumped out of bed, ran to the
    bathroom, and got my rubber pants and diapers off just in time to sit on the toilet
    and go.  My first night in diapers had ended like any other, dry and using the
    toilet like a big girl should.
    	This did not bring me down.  I had waited so long to get myself back into
    diapers, and there were still many things I wanted to do in them.  My friend
    Cindy was supposed to come over and see my place, and I planned to be
    wetting my diapers without her ever knowing.
    	I showered, powdered and diapered myself, and got dressed.  I chose a
    loose fitting dress that stopped just below my knees.  As I waited for Cindy  I
    opened a bottle of wine, and poured myself a glass.  By the time she arrived I
    finished the first, and two more.  I was beginning to get the courage up that I
    was going to need to go through with my little wetting plan.  I greeted Cindy at
    the door with a glass of wine, and showed her around.  As I walked thought the
    little apartment I could feel the bulk of the diaper rubbing between my legs.  I
    was also aware of the sound of plastic crinkling, this both scared and excited
    me with the thought of my little secret being found out.
    	At the end of the tour Cindy was ready for another glass.  When the
    second bottle of wine was empty we were both feeling silly.  We sat talking
    about High School, and other normal things, all the time becoming more and
    more honest with one another.  Finally Cindy excused herself to use the
    bathroom.  My need to pee was becoming greater, but I wanted to wait until I
    really had to go.  The wine had washed away any of the inhibitions I had felt this
    mourning, so when the time came, I was going to be ready to let loose.  Cindy
    had not been gone more that 30 seconds, and she was calling my name.  I
    stood up and felt the weight of my bladder, I would not be able to make it.  I
    called back "what is it".
    	She yelled "could you just come hear for a minute".
    	My first step toward the bathroom released a little spurt of pee, and the
    next a little bit more.  Finally I just stopped and soaked my diaper.  Wow, is
    exactly how it felt.  It was so hot, coming out so fast that I did not think my
    diapers could absorb all of it.  By the time I was done, and ready to continue
    towards the bathroom I was so wet and excited , I sort of bounced the rest of the
    way.  All the bulk of my diapers was now tight and wet, clinging to my skin as it
    sagged between my legs.  "What is it Cin-" my words fell short as I found the
    bathroom door open and Cindy standing there with my adult size diapers and
    rubber pants.
    	" I found these in your hamper.  What are you doing with diapers this
    big?"
    	I started to mumble some lame excuse, but it really would have made
    no sense.  Even if I had been able to finish a sentence, I was not ready to
    explain my self, so any thing I would have said would have just been foolish.
    But even so, I was not allowed to finish.  My babbling was cut short by Cindy
    dropping the diapers to the floor, and swiftly grabbing my dress and lifting it
    above my waist.
    	"I knew it" she exclaimed as she dropped my dress back down.  "When
    I followed you around the apartment before I thought I heard something strange,
    and seeing these in your hamper, I knew exactly what that sound was".  The
    only thing I could think to do at that moment was to push Cindy out the door,
    close it, and lock her out.  I was on the brink of tears as I pulled my dress over
    my head and looked at myself in the mirror.  Though I was totally humiliated I
    could not help to feel a little excited as I looked at my wet diaper sagging
    between my legs.  I started the shower running, and remove my diaper.
    Unfastening the tape from either side, rolling the diaper into a ball, I used the
    two tapes to refasten it in that shape.  I then showered for what seemed like an
    hour, all the time thinking about how I would explain this to Cindy.  Finally I
    turned off the water, dried myself, and pulled my dress back on.
    	As I walked from the bathroom into my bedroom, continuing to dry my
    hair, I got the greatest surprise.  Sitting on my bed, in only a disposable diaper
    and T-shirt was Cindy.  I was speechless.  Cindy broke the silence "Well you
    pushed me out the door so fast, I never had a chance to use the toilet.  Of
    course I finally found your stash of diapers.  I hope you do not mind me using
    one?  I have to pee so bad.  Now that your here, I hope you don't mind if I wet
    my pants in front of you."
    	With a slight buzz still left from the wine, I decided to play along.  After
    all I had nothing to loose.  Even if she was making fun of me I just could not
    resist the chance to finally share my desire for diapers with someone else.  "I
    don't mind at all" I replied.  "But you'll have to hold it until I get into my diapers.
    We can toddle around drinking and see who can hold it the longest.  Ok"!!
    	Cindy went to pour us each another drink, wile I found my box of
    diapers.  After pulling one up nice and snug between my legs and fastening the
    tapes, I moved off to the living room to join her.  "Not fair" Cindy pouted.   "How
    am I supposed to tell when you've wet your diaper with that dress covering yours
    up"?
    	"Fine" I said.  "I'll go put a T-shirt on.  But it doesn't matter,  your going to
    pee your pants  before me".
    	When I returned only in my diaper and T-shirt Cindy was sitting Indian
    style in front of the TV.  She handed me my drink and said "No more wine for us,
    little girls have to have to drink juice".  I took a sip and asked her how her
    diapers felt.  " I feel so infantile", she said.  "But I love it.  Their so soft and bulky.
    And the noise they make when I move is great.  I can't wait to see how they feel
    full".  Then she asked me how I came up with this idea.  I went through the
    whole story, and then went and got some magazines with stories on diaper
    loving adults.
    	We must have spent at least half an hour talking and flipping through
    books.  Finally Cindy was starting to get a little jittery.  She was moving around
    and changing the position of her legs a lot.  "Does Cindy have to use the little
    girls room?" I teased.
    	"No," she wined "I can hold it.
    	"Are you sure?  You wouldn't want to have an accident in front of your
    friends."
    	"Well, maybe I better go".
    	When she placed her drink on the table and started to stand, I knew she
    had no intentions of making it to the toilet.  Even if she had, she could have
    never made it.  Sitting down it was easy for her to hold back her pee.  But as
    soon as she made it to her feet, the flood gates opened.  A small yellow spot
    appeared directly in front of her crotch.  Her face went pink as she dropped back
    to the floor, this time on her knees.  She sat back on her legs as her hands
    came around the front of her diaper and started to feel right at her crotch.  In this
    position she stayed for over a minute as she wet her self.  When she was all
    done she looked me right in the eyes and said "This feels great!".  The little
    yellow spot had grown and spread until the diaper was just soaked and sagging
    between her legs.
    	"Time for a Diaper Change?" I questioned.
    	"No" she said sheepishly "I really like the way this wet diaper feels.
    Don't you like the way your diaper feels after you've wet"?
    	I confessed to her that though I had wanted to for some time, the only
    time I actually wet my pants was on my way to see her in the bathroom before.
    "And before I even had time to enjoy the feeling, you discovered my diaper, and
    well..., the only thing I felt was embarrassment".
    	"You mean you've never felt this way?  The way that I feel right now.  I
    feel like such a bad little girl.  I've just done something totally insane, and I'm
    loving it."  Wile she was talking she was now crawling across the floor towards
    me.  "Now its your turn Jennifer.  Are you going to be a bad little girl and wet
    your diapers for me?"  Her voice was so evil, yet comforting.
    	"But I can't" I said with a pout "I'm a good girl".
    	"Even good girls have accidents!", she said.
    	By this time her face was right in front of mine, and her hands went right
    to my sides and began tickling me.  In seconds I was howling with laughter
    trying to fight her off.  "Stop Cindy, I'm going to pee my pants".
    	"I know" she said smiling as I fell back pulling her with me.
    	"Please, Cindy" I said laughing "Stop".  Then it started, just like before.
    Little spurts at first that I tried to hold back.  Soon I was laying on my back
    peeing my pants, and laughing hysterically.  I finally gained control over my self,
    and stopped the flow.  "Look what you made me do" I giggled "you made me
    bad.  My diaper is all wet".
    	Cindy had stopped tickling me now, and said "Now doesn't that feel
    great".
    	I had to agree, I really was enjoying the feeling.  It was so comforting to
    be able to lay there and feel my wet diaper.  I relaxed a little and started to pee
    again, this time finishing.  "Lets put our dresses back on and walk to the store in
    our wet diapers".
    	"Oh, that would be so naughty" Cindy said.
    	We made our way to my room, our diapers sagging and crinkling as we
    walked down the hall.  After our dresses were back on, we were off to the store,
    still enjoying the feel of our wet diapers.
    	All the way to the store we talked about how great our wet diapers felt.  I
    was so glad that I had an open minded friend like Cindy.  As we walked our
    diapers sagging an squishing around, I became aware of another feeling.  The
    way the diaper was moving across my clitoris was starting to arouse me.  I had
    a feeling of excitement from wetting my diaper.  Even more exciting was having
    my friend present, and watching her wet her pants as well.  But this feeling from
    the movement of my wet diaper over my crotch was one of a sexual kind.
    	Finally I said something "Cindy, I don't know about you, but this diaper is
    really getting to me".
    	"You mean you want to go back and change?"
    	"No, not at all.  I mean its rubbing against me and making me really
    horny"
    	"Ohh you naughty little girl" Cindy said sarcastically.  "But I know what
    you mean.  Don't you just want to do all sorts of crazy things?"
    	We both agreed that this new experience was bringing out all sorts of
    feelings that neither one of us had expressed before.  Discussing it further we
    decided this little game was going to become an all weekend adventure.  The
    Idea of spending the rest of tonight, and all day Sunday in diapers was one we
    both agreed that excited us.
    	It is not so much the idea of acting like a baby that excites me, but still
    that does add to  the whole diaper wetting thing.  So at the store we picked up
    various infantile items.  Mostly just baby food and more juice, but we did end up
    with two bottles for us to drink out of, some more powder, baby wipes, and
    some ointment to prevent diaper rash.
    	I have to admit the walk home did seem rather long.  Neither Cindy or I
    said much.  For the most part we exchanged glances, little smiles that each of
    us gave that let the other know our minds were wandering.  By the time we
    reached my apartment we agreed we were in need of a diaper change.
    	Cindy went to the kitchen to fix our bottles, while I went to get our fresh
    diapers.  Because we would be going to bed soon I decided that we should
    spend the night in cotton diapers with rubber pants.  Cotton, soft against the
    skin, combined with the added security of plastic panties makes for the perfect
    night time diaper experience.
    	After finishing in the kitchen Cindy met me in my bedroom.  I had our
    diapers, two for each of us, laid out, with a pair of rubber pants sitting just below
    in position for our changes.  Within reach were all the accessories, baby wipes,
    ointment, and powder.  Cindy always being one to take charge informed me I
    was to have my diaper changed first.  Sheepishly, playing my best little girl part,
    I crawled onto the bed and moved myself onto the diapers laid out for me.  As
    Cindy moved close to my body to begin my diaper change, I again started to feel
    that sexual excitement that I had felt on the way to the store, only this time it was
    not from the stimulation of my wet diaper across my clit, this excitement was
    brought on totally by my mind.  Not only was I enjoying being in diapers, but I
    was about to get my diapers changed by a close friend who was as into this
    crazy thing as I was.
    	As my mind continued to wander, Cindy began changing my wet pants.
    "Oh look", she began "Jennifer has wet her pants.  Well until you can learn to
    use the bathroom, we'll just have to keep you in diapers".  When she began
    unfastening my diapers I realized that she was about to see me naked.  Not that
    I had never been naked in front of her, I just never had her hovering over me
    while I was like that.  I felt so vulnerable and innocent, yet I couldn't help feeling
    a bit naughty and excited.  She did very well though, while I was going crazy
    inside, Cindy calmly removed my wet diaper, wiped me clean with a baby wipe,
    spread some ointment over my crotch area, and powdered me, just as though I
    were one of the toddlers we had babysat in high-school.  It was when she had
    finished pinning the sides of my diapers, and was pulling the rubber pants over
    that she revealed what was really going on inside of her.  Just as she popped
    the elastic of the waist against my stomach, she looked me straight in the eye
    and said "Don't think for a minute that I don't feel as excited as you by all this.  It
    has taken me every ounce of will power to keep my self from ripping my diaper
    off and lunging over your body, but I am truly enjoying this, and I know I would
    much rather have you change my diaper first."  With those words my change
    was complete, and it was time to return the favor.
    	Looking at her adorable little frame laying on that stack of diapers with
    her nipples poking through her T-shirt, I could relate totally to the words she had
    just shared.  But like her, I would show my will power, and change her wet
    diaper as though she were a innocent little girl.  Though the closeness of her
    excited crotch was a temptation for my curious lips, I resisted.  I did just as she
    had done for me, and when I finished, I gave her diapered little bottom a few
    pats and said "There we are little Cindy, all dry and clean".
    	We played around a little bit more, each taking turns watching the other
    act out our best infantile behavior.  We'd crawl on the floor, waddling our
    pampered behinds, drinking from our bottles, and talking in a short toddler like
    language.  We made several trips to the kitchen to refill our bottles, and feed
    each other baby food.  By the end of the night each of us had our fill.  Sleepy,
    we decided it was bed time.
    	In bed, we were once again in a potently exciting situation.
    	"Is Jennifers diaper still dry?" Cindy questioned reaching under the
    covers and down the front of my diapers.
    	"Cindy!" I cried, shocked at first.  But continuing with the game I replied
    childishly "Of course I'm dry.  I'm a good girl.  How about you, I hope you haven't
    wet, cause you'll have to wait till mourning for a diaper change."
    	"Oh I haven't peed, but I am a little wet down there."
    	In the dark room, I could only imagine the expression on her face as she
    said that.  That was the comment that broke the ice for us though.  Our hands
    began to wander over each others bodies, eventually our lips met, and some
    time later each of us was feeling the others breasts.  But neither ventured into
    the others diaper.  We settled into a front embrace with our shirts off, our chests
    pressed together, and our arms wrapped tightly around each other.
    	It was in that position that we awoke in the mourning, at the first sight of
    dawn.  Cindy whispered to me "Jennifer, I have to go pee.  What about you?"
    	"Really bad" I did have to go, "I can't belive I didn't wet the bed"
    	"I know what you mean.  But try to hold it for a little while longer.  I want
    to get on top of you and have you feel my diaper as I wet my pants.  Ok?"  With
    her already rolling over and sitting above me I didn't have much of a choice in
    the matter, but I was certainly curious, so I was not about to protest.  She was
    sitting with her diapers pressed almost directly on mine, but slightly above my
    waist line.  Sitting up sightly with her head thrown back, slowly starting to rock
    her hips, her breasts dangling over my face, with her hands moving softly over
    my chest, she said "Ok! Now!!  Reach your hands back onto my diapers."  She
    started to slow her movements down a bit.  I could see the concentration in her
    face; her eyes closed.  Suddenly her head came swiftly down.  Her mouth
    covered mine, and her arms moved quickly under my body.  At that same
    moment her diaper started to feel warm.  I could feel the heat, and the wetness
    start to spread under the plastic of her pants.  She was almost moaning into my
    mouth now, and I could feel her diapers absorbing all the wetness as she peed
    her pants.  Her breasts starting to sweat a little were starting to slide over my
    chest.  If she hadn't finished peeing and snapped back into reality, I swear she
    would have come.
    	"Quick" I said "your weight on my bladder is causing me to really have to
    let loose.  Let me get on top of you."  With that we rolled over, this time I in the
    position she previously held, just in time for me to start peeing my diapers.  With
    her hands on me now feeling me wet, and the  rocking motion of my diapers
    against hers as I let go, We both began to cry out.  "Oh my god Cindy, this is
    amazing"
    	"I know" she replied "I swear, I'm gonna get off."
    	"When?  Tell me when your gonna cum."
    	"Now!" she cried "I'm coming for you now."
    	My peeing stopped just as my orgasm started, and our mouths again
    met as our bodies came in full contact with one another.  Our legs inner-twined
    as we continued the motion,  our wet diapers squishing against each other.
    	There really wasn't much more talking between us, just a few knowing
    glances, and more small kisses.  Exhausted, we fell back to sleep for two more
    hours.