R - Retry

• Are you sure you are fine with this ?

• Yes, Dad. I will finish to read some of the books that I should study for the Autumn term.

• Well, in that case… I will fetch your sister to the activity centre and pick you up so we can go all together to the restaurant in the evening.

• Great idea, Dad.

What a model child I was ! Look at this maturity, this self-denial, this devotion to school !

As soon as he passed the doorway to go to his girlfriend’s, I discreetly peeped by the staircase window at the car going out of the alley. The air was hot and heavy. Dark clouds were forming to the horizon on this late August afternoon. A thunderstorm was building. I came down to lock the front door and hurried to get the adult diaper that I prepared two days earlier. I had almost 24 ABDL hours ahead of me alone, finally alone ! and a whole house in which I could freely come and go in my nappy. 

I ostensibly laid in the middle of the living room carpet to strap the cherished Molicaire. I got up in a jump and walked to the kitchen to pour myself a big glass of fresh and sparkling water. The noise, the friction sensations against my thighs provoked a little spontaneous dance on the way. Half a litre of water in one hand, I went back on the carpet. A very calm and gentle moment followed when I did nothing but groped.

Laying down. Groping.

Rolling on one side. Groping the front.

Drinking a bit. Groping.

Rolling on the belly. Groping the behind.

Sitting up. Rubbing on the floor. Groping again.

In order to prevent all risk of finger cramps, I decided to build my strength up and order a pizza.

“Our delivery boy will arrive in 45 minutes, love.”

My bladder started to express its presence. The diaper girl I was thought about inaugurating my absorbing outfit to temper the frustration of the waiting. I opened my legs, put my hand on the front of the diaper and… had another idea. I would keep that pee. I would keep it for 45 long minutes and let myself go at the moment the pizza would be handed over to me. That idea instantly activated my libido. The need to go to the bathroom disturbed my caress. Never mind. This too would wait. I went to dress for the moment I would receive my delivery. A long moment went by until I found the perfect pants that let the diaper slightly visible without being too obvious and that the fake hastily put on T-shirt let the Molicare sticking out a little bit.

Then I turned the TV on to make the time go faster. I glanced every five minutes at the hand of the clock that seemed reluctant to move properly. I wanted harder and harder to pee. Kneeling on the carpet, I was prancing about when the doorbell finally rang. I got up and adjusted my outfit. I thought about the moment I would release myself in front of the delivery boy. I had cramps by dint of holding myself. I arrived at the front door with a confused mind. The arousal in contradiction with my physical needs, the fact that I had to hold myself for 10 seconds still linked with the preparation to let myself go in front of a stranger ; I could not take it anymore. The hand on the door handle, the delivery boy waiting outside, I lost control of my bladder. It released itself provoking an irrepressible squeak. Seconds went by, my left hand still on the handle, my right one gagging my mouth to muffle the relief wheeze. The delivery boy rang one more time. I was stunned by the adrenaline. I opened the door, feeling ashamed and disoriented. I gave the money to the man avoiding to look at him in the eyes. He gave me my change, obviously embarrassed. A deep warmth was spreading in the diaper. I also felt that it slightly leaked and that a bit of urine was absorbed by my pants. The delivery boy marched, I thanked him before locking the door with two turns of the key.

I run to the living room, put the pizza on the table and threw off my pants. The quantity of liquid together with the fact that the diaper was oversized caused a leak indeed. Now that everything had been absorbed, the situation was stable. With my hand laid in front of the diaper, I could feel the lasting warmth. I pushed hard so the soaked material pressed against my scrotch. I made some back and forth movements harder and harder, faster and faster. I closed my eyes and thought about William. I imagined that he was the one rubbing me, I remembered his caresses, his smiles, his tender looks.
I needed a few minutes after reaching the highest point of pleasure to get up and reconnect with reality. The smell of pizza made my stomach rumble. It was barely warm. That would be enough.

The thunder broke out when I ended up eating in front of the TV. The air became cooler, more breathable. The power of the storm gave this evening an even more magical atmosphere.

I kept the diaper until midday the day after. After the wake up pee and another one in the late morning, the absorption showed its limits. That did not matter. I had been a diaper girl for more that 12 hours, the longest ABDL moment I had until then. This experience raised my mood to the highest level. I put the soaked diaper in a plastic bag and went to throw it in a public bin a couple of streets away.
By the end of the afternoon, the noise of the alley gravels announced the return of my father with my sister. Has a part of him been suspicious? Has he thought, like all parents, that I would throw the party of the century while he was gone ? Was he relieved when he brought me fresh as the dew, smiling as a Murakami daisy, eating by the port ? I would dare to say that it was the first step for him to allow me more independence. On my side, this small stay had been the trigger of a new obsession : I had to retry.