Alexandria, college student. Why am I diapered???

You shoot up in bed, wondering where you are, and quickly notice extra bulk around your hips. You throw off the covers to see a white diaper taped around. You take a look around, and your surroundings seem more or less like a typical bedroom, barring some stylistic details that bring to mind the Art Deco movement. You hear some footsteps in the hallway, sounding much like the noise you'd hear in your own college dorm, and the faint smells of urine and feces.

You carefully stand up, wrapping the blanket around your waist as you carefully listen to the people on the other side of the door.

"I told you you should've gone double-padded, Bethany!" One voice shouts, like a chortle, a smile hidden in the words. "I think I look my best with double diapers full of shit."

Your brows turn down at this. She's talking so openly about wearing and using diapers, and it sounds like the other may be in one as well.

"Yeah, but I'm not tryna walk slow as fuck with that thousand-mile gap between your feet!" The other responded in a way that reminds you a lot like your biggest stoner friend.

Well, now you know the reason for the smell, though it should be stronger, all things considered, if you're right about wearing diapers being normal in this place. What kind of world did you find yourself in?