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Karen's Accident

Karen's Accident

Karen looked into the floor length mirror and examined her reflection carefully. She turned and twisted her head to look over her shoulder, checking her appearance from the back. Satisfied with what she saw, she let a small sigh escaped her lips. There was no obvious sign that she was wearing a disposable diaper under her close fitting jeans.

She made her way to the kitchen, conscious with every step of the thick padding between her legs and the subtle waves of pleasure she felt as the material pressed against her. She poured herself a large glass of water and gulped it down for added insurance least her first venture out in public wearing her secret underwear ended in the disappointment of coming home dry.

Butterflies fluttered in her stomach as she left her flat and walked the short distance to the bus stop. The thrill of her secret mingled with embarrassment at the thought of being found out.

The bus for the city centre arrived shortly and she paid her fare and took a seat at the back. Little time had passed since she left home but already she could feel a slight tingling in her bladder.

Glancing guiltily around to see if anyone was watching, she tried to relax and release the slight pressure. Nothing happened at first. Although she had wet in her diapers many times before, the years of muscle training were harder to overcome now that she was out in public. Catching her lower lip between her teeth she exhaled slowly through her nose, forcing her body to relax, and was rewarded with a release of warm pee. The close fitting denim jeans held the diaper snugly against her skin forcing the liquid to flood against the sensitive pussy lips and run between the crease of her buttocks.

She fought to temptation to let go and let her bladder empty lest the absorbent gel of the diaper could not cope and she leaked. That was the problem with wearing denim. It may be comfortable and help hold a sodden diaper in place but the slightest leak would show immediately, a tell tale dark patch against the pale blue.

By the time the bus finally stopped at the city centre terminus, Karen’s bladder was comfortably empty and her diaper was a thick warm pad pressing between her legs. Fighting the urge to walk with the wide legged walk of a toddler to accommodate its increasing bulk she made her way to the main shopping street. With every step she was conscious of the secret sodden mass, and the pleasurable sensation that the gentle rubbing caused.

Karen wondered from shop to shop, checking out what was new in the spring fashions, before heading for a café to buy a coffee and a sandwich. Throughout the morning she had let small frequent spurts of pee fill her diaper and it had now swollen as far as her jeans would allow. So much so that as she sipped her cappuccino it felt like she was sitting on a small cushion.

Sipping the last of her coffee she decided that she had better go home to change before she started to leak or before her boyfriend came home. She drained the last of her coffee and picked up her bag, and paid at the counter. Then she stepped out onto the pavement and turned to walk back to the bus station.

Suddenly she stopped in her tracks. There, walking towards her was John, her boyfriend and fiancé. Her stomach flipped in panic. He would be bound to notice the extra padding in her jeans. How would she explain, how could she. Karen turned abruptly and stepped out to cross the road, wanting to get to the other side of the street as quickly as possible. Her quick glance to the right then left was not enough to see the white van that sped towards her. A squeal of tyres skidding on the tarmac alerted her to the danger but too late to react. The force of the van hitting her threw her up into the air and onto the road where she lay unconscious.

When Karen opened her eyes she found herself lying on a bed in unfamiliar surroundings but she quickly realised that she must be in hospital. She remembered seeing John and attempting to flee and then the sound of braking but that was all. Tentatively she moved and then groaned as a bolt of pain shot along her right leg. Her ribs hurt too and she had a thumping headache.

“You’re awake. How are you feeling?”

She turned her head to see John push through the curtain that surrounded her bed, a polystyrene cup held in one hand. He set the cup on a bedside cabinet and sat in the chair beside her bed.

“Sore,” she replied, “but okay I guess.”

“You have some bad bruising, a couple of broken ribs and possible concussion.” He told her the extent of her injuries. “They want to keep you in overnight for observation, but you were pretty lucky.”

A nurse came in through the curtain, and gave her a brief examination. She made some notations on a clipboard hanging on the rail at the base of the bed, then helped prop Karen to a sitting position.

“Just call if you need anything,” she said with a smile before leaving them again.

“There is one other thing,” John said hesitantly. He reached over and took her hand in his.

Cold fear coiled in Karen’s stomach. She was hurt worse than he had led her to believe and was clearly preparing himself to break the news to her. Her mouth suddenly dry, she forced herself to speak.

“Tell me,” she whispered.

“They, um,” John cleared his throat. “They have put you in a diaper,” he blurted.

Karen was both relieved and surprised at his words. With the discomfort of her injuries she had totally forgotten about the fact that she had been wearing a diaper at the time of the accident, a rather full diaper at that. Clearly John had noticed and had assumed that the nursing staff had put one on her for some reason.

“A diaper,” she repeated.

Misinterpreting her reaction, John immediately began to reassure her. “Well, not a diaper really,” he said. “More like adult incontinent wear,” he told her. “I’m sure it’s just for a little while.”

Karen took her hand from his and raised the single sheet that covered her. With her other hand she reached in and pulled up the front of the hospital gown she was wearing. There was no mistaking the crisp white garment that adorned her hips.

“It looks like a diaper to me,” she said quietly. Then she smiled, “at least I won’t have to get up to pee. My leg is so sore I don’t think I could walk.”

John smiled back. “I’m only glad you weren’t more seriously hurt,” he told her.

He stayed with her until dinnertime, promising to come back the next day. When he had gone Karen lay back against her pillows and considered the dilemma in which

She had found herself. So far she had managed to avoid any embarrassment at being found wearing a diaper. She had been unconscious when she had been brought to the hospital and had been changed without having to give an explanation of any kind. Clearly they had taken it at face value and assumed that she was incontinent. John now knew about it but he had assumed that it was something to do with the accident. He seemed more concerned with her reaction than his. Karen let out a sigh through pursed lips then winced as the movement caused pain in her ribs. She was not inclined to set herself up for embarrassment by telling the hospital that she had only been wearing one for pleasure rather than necessity. Better not to say anything until she got home, she decided.

Hospital food was as bad as she had been led to believe but she managed to eat something, more to pass the time than anything else. She drank a cup of weak tea and when she felt the slightest pressure on her bladder she relaxed and with a minimum of concentration peed where she lay. Despite her circumstances the warm sensation gave her pleasure.

Her mother came at visiting time and after reassuring herself that Karen was not seriously hurt, berated her for not looking before crossing the road.

“John told me what you need,” her mother said, “so I got some in and left them round to your flat.”

Karen’s brows knitted in puzzlement but her mother’s glance at her waist under the sheet was clue enough as to what she meant.

“Oh,” she said, understanding. Evidently John had told her mother about the diapers.

“Don’t worry love,” her mother attempted to reassure her, “I’m sure you won’t have to wear them for long.”

This whole situation felt surreal, Karen thought when her mother left. Less than 12 hours previously she had been sneaking around, secretly wearing a diaper and getting hit by a van in her desperation not to get found out. Now she was openly wearing one with her mother and her boyfriend both anxious to convince her that this was not a problem for them.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a nurse, a different one now that the shift had changed, coming to give her some pain medication. Karen swallowed the pills and handed back the small cup, then washed them down with a drink of water.

At her request the nurse adjusted the bed so that she was lying down. The nurse fixed her pillows then took a diaper from the bedside cupboard.

“You may find it a bit awkward to change yourself but your injuries,” she nurse said, matter of factly. “Would you like me to do it for you?”

To her chagrin, Karen found herself blushing. Wearing a diaper was one thing, but having someone else change her was another matter entirely. What could be more embarrassing than lying back and having a stranger remove a sodden diaper from a grown woman and replace it with a dry one. And yet Karen had not considered how she would do it herself. Usually when she took off her diaper she put her pants back on and got dressed but this time was different. This time she would be wearing one throughout the night and as the one she had on was already wet, she knew that it would need changed.

She tried to push herself to a sitting position then fell back with a groan. “I guess I could use some help,” she said.

“No problem,” the nurse said kindly. She made sure that the privacy curtains were closed then put on a pair of latex gloves before pulling back the bed sheet.

Karen closed her eyes and lay unmoving as the nurse pulled the tabs from the front of the diaper.

“Can you just lift your bum?” she prompted, as if it was the most natural thing in the world to ask.

Self consciously, Karen did so and felt the diaper being pulled away from her, leaving her warm damp crotch feeling cool as she was exposed to the open air. She did not resist as the nurse washed and dried her, then asked her to raise herself up again. Karen acquiesced and in a matter of seconds she felt the new diaper pulled snugly about her hips before being taped into place.

“There you go,” said the nurse. She tugged the hem of the hospital gown down over Karen’s thighs and smoothed the sheet back into place.

“Thank you,” Karen said, and meant it. Being changed had not been the mortifying experience she would have expected. Instead of shame or humiliation, she felt cared for and comforted. Exhausted by all that had happened that day, she fell into a contented sleep.

The following morning Karen woke early, sore but refreshed. She felt a need to go to the toilet but remembered that she was still wearing a diaper and did not even try to get up. She would have to soon enough as she had no desire or intention of soiling herself, but for now she was grateful that she could stay where she was. The usual inhibition she had to overcome when she decided to pee herself was gone now and the flow came easily.

The doctor doing the rounds in the ward stopped at her bedside and checked her over before announcing that she could be discharged as planned. A short while later she had some breakfast and then the nurse who had changed her the previous evening stopped by her bed.

Karen was surprisingly pleased to see her. They chatted for a few minutes then the nurse offered to change her again. This time Karen did not hesitate.

“If you really don’t mind,” she accepted.

As she had done previously the nurse removed the wet diaper and replaced it with a fresh one. Having experienced neither judgement nor censure when the nurse had changed her the previous evening Karen no longer felt embarrassed and raised her hips without prompting.

John arrived later that morning, and he helped her dress in a skirt and top that he had brought her. He then installed her in a wheel chair and steered her to the exit and out to the car.

When they arrived home Karen settled onto the sofa with a book while John made them some lunch. She felt a pang of guilt that he should be doing everything for her when she had been responsible for the accident in the first place, but he did not seem to mind.

“Do you need changing?” he asked suddenly.

“What?” Karen replied surprised. “No…I mean…”

How was she supposed to answer that. Tell him the truth and confess that she did not really have to wear diapers after all, that she had been only wearing them for pleasure. Or miraculously recover control of her bladder now that she had left the hospital. Neither option seemed like a good idea. The alternative was either to slowly become continent again or to stay in diapers. Either way she was going to have to wear them all day every day for the short term at least. Given that perspective she had to acknowledge that his question was reasonable. In any case, the sodden wedge between her legs told her that she did in fact need changing and she could not recall wetting.

“It’s just that it’s not the sort of thing you need to do,” she continued.

“The nurse said you may need some help,” he told her, “and I really don’t mind.”

He went out of the room for a few minutes and returned with a disposable diaper and a packet of baby wipes. Karen raised her skirt and parted her legs to give him easy access. He was not as adept at the task as the nurse had been but he accompanied well enough and soon she was once again encased in the comforting padding of a diaper.

“Thanks,” she said simply.

“You’re welcome,” he replied.

Karen decided to broach the question that had been playing on her mind. Does this change how you feel about me?” she asked.

John paused before replying, then nodded. “Yes it does,” he affirmed.

Karen felt a chill run through her. Her love of diapers had destroyed the love of her fiancé. With a look of horror etched across her face she looked at John trying to find the words that would fix thing, make them the way they were.

“Hey, wait. Let me finish,” John said, clearly reading her expression correctly. “I think it has changed it for the better. I like caring for you and looking after you, now I have the chance. I would not care if you wore diapers for ever, just as long as no one else changes them for you.”

He bent over her and kissed her deeply.

“Only you,” Karen replied when they broke free, then kissed him back.

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