The Diapered Life Of Kit (ABDL) -- Pt 1

I stretched out on the couch, putting my hands behind my head to rest. My friends had told me about a My Little Pony episode they wanted me to see, so I was watching it on Netflix on my Wii U before bed. I never took the interest they did in it, but if they ask me to look at an episode, I’m willing to keep up for them.

As it was coming to its end, I heard footsteps and noticed a shadow over me. I leaned my head backward to look up, and there was my mom standing over me. She had on a blue dress with a white apron, and she had her hands on her hips. Like me, my mom is a human with fox ears and tail.

“Kit, you were supposed to take the garbage out. Remember?” She didn’t sound angry, but it was clear she was a bit upset.

“I already did!” I whined a little, and I tried to look a little pathetic hoping for a shred of pity.

Instead, she just leaned closer and said more loudly, “Like fun you did! I can smell your dirty diapers from here, little lady!”

I sighed and looked away. I don’t know why I thought that would work.

My mom continued, “Actually, before you take it out, do you need a change right now?” Since I was at home, I was just wearing a t-shirt, socks, and my diaper—nothing covering it. Before I could answer, she had stepped beside me and was feeling my diaper to see if I needed a change.

“Uhn! Mom!” I blushed brightly as I sat up and scooted away from her.

“Nope, it looks like you’re good,” she said as she stood up straight. “The garbage is by the front door. Do you want a skirt for this?”

As the credits rolled, I picked up my game pad and turned it off. “I don’t think anyone will be out at this hour. I’ll try to just be quick.” She nodded at my answer and walked off to the kitchen. What I hadn’t told her when she checked me is that I’d been holding my pee for half an hour now. It had been a while since I’d gotten to sleep in the warmth of a wet diaper, and I knew that if she checked me before bed, she’d never let me keep it!

I picked up my phone and walked to the front door, where I found the two garbage bags sitting there. I let out a little grunt as I picked them up in my free hand, seeing that my mom wasn’t lying about the smell. I opened the door slightly, turned on the porch light, and peeked out to make sure no one was around. There were lights in a few windows, but no one seemed to be outside, and no other porch lights were on. I slipped on a pair of sandals so my socks wouldn’t get dirty and stepped outside.

I used my phone as a flashlight as I walked out to the curb, and I left the bags by our garbage can. I tuned and quickly walked back to my door, but gasped when I saw the next door neighbor’s porch light turn on. I started to run for my door, and I shrieked when the door opened and someone started to step out. I didn’t wait to see who it was, and I sure didn’t want them to see me! I ran inside my door and shut it behind me quickly. In my excitement, I had almost slammed the door on my own tail!

And in my excitement, I had failed to hold my pee any longer.

I sighed as I leaned against the door, hoping that whoever it was hadn’t seen me or my diaper out there. As I looked up, I could tell my mom had come in and sprayed air freshener while I was out. I slipped off my sandals and curled my tail around in front of me, hoping I could sneak upstairs to my bedroom without her finding out.

“Mom, I’m going to bed!” I called out. I quickly stepped over to the staircase, but froze when I heard her answer.

“Just a minute, Kit! Did you forget what night it is? It’s Tuesday!”

My stomach tightened a bit. This was mom’s part of the deal. If I was going to be a teenager in diapers, she was allowed to treat me like a baby now and then. We had a schedule worked out, and Tuesday night every week, she was allowed to help me get ready for bed. Dad had told me that it was something Mom really liked to do, and I could see in her eyes that it was true. I sighed and stood at the bottom of the stairs waiting for her, keeping my tail curled around me in hopes she wouldn’t notice.

A minute later, my mom walked over to me. She smiled when she saw me, and I could feel myself tensing up a bit.

“Kit, honey?” she said to me in the sweet, motherly voice she used when she treated me like a baby. “Are you hiding something from Mommy?”

“No..." I lied, and it didn’t help that I bent my knees a bit and curled my tail further around me.

“I think you might be~!” She smiled and reached a hand behind my tail, feeling the front of my diaper again. Still smiling, she shook her head and said, “Now honey, we can’t have you going to bed all wet! Come on, let’s go get you changed!”

She took me by the hand and led me up the stairs. I hung my head low as I walked, feeling pretty busted.

She walked me into my bedroom and over to the changing table set up there. She put her hands on my hips to lift me up there. She wasn’t really strong enough to pick me up like this, but we had our routine. I put my hands on the table and helped her lift me onto it.

I laid back on the changing table and sighed as she started to change me. I didn’t really see the point. My mom had been changing my diapers for 17 years. She was an expert at getting me clean, and I showered plenty often, so I almost never get a rash. Why couldn’t I sleep in a wet diaper once in a while? If only I could’ve held it until I got into bed!

Once she got me changed, she took my hands and helped me sit up. She walked over to my dresser and picked out a shirt for me to sleep in. She picked a pink shirt with Kirby on it which was oversized for me—very loose sleeves, and it always covers most of my diaper. Now... I like Kirby, sure, and I think he’s cute... but that pink thing was one of the sleeping shirts my mom picked out as cute on me, not one of mine.

Either way, I watched as she undressed me and put that shirt on me. Then she lifted me off the table, and like before I helped by pushing off it. I stood there as she walked to the closet in the corner of my room and looked inside when I remembered something I wanted to ask.

“Mom? When is Dad getting home from his trip?”

She answered without looking up, “He should be back next Wednesday.” Then she looked over her shoulder at me and said, “I want you to behave yourself when he gets here. I know the kind of games you two like to play.”

I closed my eyes and blushed when she said that, and I could feel all my muscles tensing up. I hoped she wouldn’t say anything more about it, and thankfully she didn’t. I opened my eyes a minute later, and she was putting a pacifier necklace over my head and around my neck.

“Wouldn’t want my little girl to lose her binky now, would we?” she said sweetly as she put it in my mouth. “Now here’s your teddy and your favorite blanky.” She held them up for me, and I took one in each arm. I don’t know if I would call it my favorite blanky, but was really my only blanky... and I hadn’t slept with it by my own choice since I was eleven!

She gently put one hand on my back and walked me to my bed. She “lifted” me onto it and pulled my blanket up over me. Then she reached under my bed for the special thing Dad had gotten set up for her. She slid out a set of crib bars and set them upright. They locked from the outside, so I couldn’t put them away from the bed if I wanted to. She set them up on the other sides of my bed and locked me in nice. The bars were tall enough that if I stood up straight on my bed, they would be up to my chest. I could probably get out if I really had to, but I had never tried—if I broke those bars, Mom would make me wear panties for at least two weeks! Not worth the risk!

She knelt down by my now-crib and smiled at me. “Does my girl need me to pray with her?” I looked over at her not quite sure how to answer that. She had already put the pacifier in my mouth, so I assumed I shouldn’t talk anymore. “Right,” she said, “my girl is smart enough to pray on her own.” She motioned for me to come closer, so I leaned my head by the bars and she gave me a kiss.

“Good night, sweetie,” she said as she stood up. “If you need anything, Mommy will be just down the hall.” She walked to my door, turned on a nightlight I really didn’t need, turned off my light, and walked out closing the door behind her.

I rolled over under my blanket and started to think. I would NEVER admit this to my mom... but I actually kind of liked how safe this felt. Holding a soft teddy bear, surrounded by tall bars, a pacifier to calm me, wrapped up in a warm blanket and a clean diaper... It was nice! Mom’s days and nights of treating me like a baby were embarrassing, but I don’t think I would trade them for anything.

I started to think about how nice it would be to have my girlfriend here with me. If I could get her here, surrounded by these bars with me and in a diaper of her own, the two of us wrapped in each other’s arms instead of holding teddy bears... It would just be perfect! But... for that to ever happen, I’m not sure which secret would be harder to reveal—telling her about my diapers, or telling my parents I have a girlfriend.

I said a quick prayer to myself before I got too distracted by my thoughts and forgot to altogether. When I finished, I curled up and started to think back on when I was a kid... and how I ended up with parents who were so okay with me wearing diapers at all times, even though I didn’t need them...