Amy: an 18 year old high schooler who's incontinent

For your whole life, you've been stuck wearing diapers. This was due to a condition where certain muscles, nerves and such never developed in your abdomen, resulting in you being unable to be toilet trained. Those first couple of years seemed like a nightmare as you would be punished by your parents for peeing yourself or pooping in a pull-up. But that was tame compared to when elementary school hit. The teasing and bullying were constant and unmerciful, not to mention that some of your teachers hated you and would disgrace you every chance they got. One bastard would even announce to the class when you shat yourself. Another time during a test, which you'd finished, you tried to ask to go to the nurses office to change as you'd wet yourself, but the smug bitch of an educator said that you couldn't leave until everyone was done, and that if you leaked then she'd fail you.

So when you soon dream about being taken to a parallel world where you could change how people urinated and defecated, the first thing, the only thing, you'd want is to have a world where everyone wore and used diapers. It would be so nice to no longer be humiliated, but that's just a fantasy… right?

The alarm on your phone rings, rudely announcing that it was morning. Another day, another struggle to survive. You shift around to reach the night stand, the plastic covering on your mattress crinkles as you reach to hit the snooze alarm. Once you settle back into your bed, you feel the squishiness of your diaper, the warm urine and squishy mess expands all around your crotch. It even feels like you leaked as your back and legs feel wet as well. Regardless, none of this disgusts you or shocks you. This is typical each morning and nothing to get upset over. And just like every morning, you soon start to pee yourself. You flood your diaper where you lay, unable to control the flow. You can even feel the liquid drip out of the garment, adding to the damp puddle you lay in already.

Sighing, you close your eyes knowing what will come next: your mom will enter to wake you, try her hardest not to scold you for leaking, shower, change, get teased by your older sister, and then face school. At least that'll be over soon.

*KNOCK KNOCK* "Amy! You awake sweetie?" You mom calls out in a sing song voice as she opens the door to your bedroom just a crack.

"Yes mother." You grumble, pessimistically waiting to hear your mother's small complaint.

The door opens further as you hear her walk in. But oddly, you hear another, almost familiar sound. The thought is cut short when your mother pull back your sheets and the cool air hits your bare wet legs.

"Wow Amy! Very impressive," it took a minute for your mom's words to register, but when it did, it was enough to open your eyes in confusion. What you saw however made it feel like you were just round house kicked. Standing in front of you was your mother, dressed in a shirt and sweater, but on her lower half, wrapped around her like some sort of present was a pink diaper with some flowers on it. "I don't think Rebecca filled hers up as much as you did, and you even leaked!" What should have been a frown of distain was instead replaced with a smile of pride. "It still amazes me you're still single, but I understand. You're young and blossoming into a fine woman." She pats your diaper, making it squish against you and leak some more. "Now hurry up and I'll change you, and then I'll make your favorite breakfast for doing such a good job in using your diaper." All you could do is sit there, jaw open and eyes with pin prick pupils as you mother turned to walk out. Just before you could do or say anything, you notice you mother stop and grunt. The backside of her diaper suddenly expanded out and sagged. She turns to look at you and winks as she continues out into the hall.