Sadie's Secret, Part 1

“What do you mean you don’t have a bathroom?” I asked incredulously. My bladder was nearly bursting from the two glasses of wine my bestie, Sadie, had poured. I set my empty glass down on the counter. I had helped her move into her new house way out in the country and we were celebrating after a long day of moving boxes and furniture out of her moving truck.

Sadie looked at me with a devilish grin. “Well… you know that I don’t really have a use for them.” She patted the front of her skirt, making her choice in undergarments crinkle. I knew she wore diapers, I just didn’t think that she’d go so far as to build a house without any toilets. “Besides you, I don’t have that many friends,” she sheepishly admitted.

“So you’re telling me that when you had this place designed, you didn’t include any bathrooms?”

“Oh, I have a couple bathrooms, they just don’t have a toilet. I had them install something more useful to someone in my situation. Come on, I’ll show you!” she said, apparently excited to do a little show and tell.

Sadie had never been able to control her bladder from the day she was born. I pitied her at first when she had revealed her secret to me, but she was remarkably resilient given her ailment. I thought it was odd how she never treated it like a disability, though I respected her for maintaining such a positive attitude about it. I don’t know if I’d ever be able to maintain such a strong front like her.

I followed her out of the kitchen and upstairs into the master bedroom’s bathroom. True to her word, instead of a toilet sitting next to the double sinks, a changing table sat in its place. It looked like it’d come straight out of a catalog for new parents but was oversized, obviously meant for adults. It had two shelves beneath it, stocked full of thick white diapers.

“I’m sorry for not really telling you in advance; I just didn’t really think you’d want to stick around.”

I placed my hand on her shoulder. “Of course I would. You’re my friend. And as your friend, I have to say that this wasn’t the best idea,” I said with a nervous laugh. “For all I know, this is a plot to finally get me to try one of your diapers.”

“Hey, you said it, not me,” she shot back at me with a devilish grin.

Part of me knew she was joking. That still left me in quite the quandary, though. I was too intoxicated to drive and I knew she was too. The closest bathroom was surely several miles away and I wasn’t about to go outside and pee in the bushes like an animal or a drunk dude at a frat party. I felt the pressure in my bladder grow, pushing me to make a decision. “…Fine.”

“You’ll try one?” she asked hopefully.

“I don’t really have much of a choice,” I said.

Sadie gave me a quick reminder on how to tape it on then left me all alone in the bathroom. I locked the door and pulled my shorts and panties down before I kicked them into the corner. I held one of the diapers before me and unfolded it, praying that I wouldn’t make a fool of myself and make a huge mess.

With the pressure in my bladder growing, I held the diaper between my legs and shook my head, still in shock that this was really happening. I tried my hardest to relax and let go, but my bladder held on. I knew Sadie was on the other side of the door, waiting for me to do what came so naturally to her. I tried pushing, but for some stupid reason I just couldn’t release.

I wondered if sitting on her changing table might help. I’ve never peed standing up, so maybe I can trick my body into thinking that I’m sitting on a toilet. I climbed up the little step stool, spread the diaper out, and sat down on the table, my legs dangling off the edge. The softness of the padding graced my petals; such a foreign feeling. It wasn’t bad, it was just… different.

I took a deep breath and imagined that I was all alone in the house. I closed my eyes and let my breathing slow. The pressure was starting to feel painful. I squirmed on top of the diaper, praying for relief. I couldn’t help but grumble as I argued with my bladder.

“Everything okay in there?” Sadie asked through the door.

“Not helping!” I shot back. Silence met my remark. I’d have to apologize later. Sadie walked away, making me feel bad for yelling at her.

“Try running some water!” came her voice, fading away. “I’m gonna open another bottle. Another red okay?”

“Y-Yeah!” I yelled back. With her gone, I finally felt my bladder start to relax. Damned thing; if only it would listen to me. My hold on the front of the diaper slipped out of my fingers, making my eyes go wide for a brief moment as I grabbed onto it again. I held it tightly against my mound, and with a final slow breath, I felt the first trickle of pee escape me.

I breathed a sigh of relief as my bladder emptied. Surprisingly, the diaper soaked up everything I had to give, even with such a strong stream. Without thinking, I stood up when I was finished and tossed it into the little trash can next to the changing table. I pulled my panties and shorts back on, then went to go find my friend downstairs again, already thirsty for another drink.

I noticed her eyes light up with glee when I plopped down beside her, though her joyfulness faded once she snuck a look down at my shorts.

“You didn’t put one on?” she asked, sounding as if she had expected otherwise.

Sadie handed me my glass, half-full of wine. “Yeah, I tossed it in the diaper pail. Was that okay?”

“They can hold a lot more than just one bladder’s worth of pee. Would you like me to tape you into a fresh one so you don’t have to keep getting up to use all of my diapers?”

I felt my cheeks flush and I know she noticed.

“It wouldn’t be sexual at all if that’s what you’re worried about. I promise I’d be totally professional about it.”

“Y-Yeah?” I nervously asked. “I know you told me how to do it, but I suppose it’d go a lot smoother if an expert did it, right?”

“Right!” Sadie’s smile returned in full force. She set her glass down on the coffee table and leapt to her feet. “Wait right here; I’ll be back with a fresh diaper.”