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Emily Goes to College - Chapter 6
🕑 Added 2023-03-31 12:00:02 +0000 UTC"I don't know," Emily fidgeted. "I don't really do parties."
Kayla smiled encouragingly. "I had noticed," she teased. Of course she had... If anyone would have known that Emily was spending her weekends going to parties, it would have been her. To be fair, she hadn't exactly gone to a ton of them herself, though every once in a while she would. She always invited Emily, who always declined, but this time, Kayla was pushing a little harder.
"The girls want you there," she told her roommate. "We haven't all hung out as a group since school started back up! Now that Shawna has that evening class, we don't even all see each other in the cafeteria!"
Emily opened her mouth, ready with the customary excuse of her diapers, only to stop herself short. That didn't really apply anymore, did it? It had been very handy for getting out of things she was too nervous to try; when it came to this, however, to being with Kayla's friends - her friends, too, at this point, after spending so much time together - it rang hollow. Half of them knew about her diapers by now, had at least helped change her diapers, if not done the whole thing themselves... If she counted Kayla as one of them, then it was more than half. Being shy around them now seemed silly, pointless.
She blushed, thinking about it. This was meant to be something private, something she did in her room, by herself, every now and then... She'd never meant for it to be like this, for anyone else to know... Not that she was complaining. As embarrassing as it could be from time to time, she did enjoy wearing her diapers all the time. And it was fun to have other people involved, other people who could give her a hand if she needed it. She'd always assumed that, if anyone discovered she was interested in this, they'd think she was a freak, would make fun of her, at a minimum... But, outside of some light, friendly teasing, there had never been any of that.
There were going to be other people at the party, though, and she felt like she was justified in being anxious about that. Kayla was nice, so it made sense her friends would be, too, as intimidating as they'd all been to her when she first met them. When it came to a party, on the other hand... There were going to be a lot of people there, most of them probably pretty drunk, so you never knew what might happen.
Kayla was always good at reading her - or Emily was bad at hiding her emotions - so it was hardly a shock that she didn't have to say anything before Kayla was stroking her hair comfortingly. "Hey," she smiled. "You don't have to if you don't want to... We all want you to be there, but if it bothers you this much..."
It was an easy way out, and Emily was poised to take it. She wore diapers, after all, let three different people her own age treat her more like a little sister than an equal... It was obvious she liked things to be simple, easy... Instead, she felt herself shaking her head. "No," she said defiantly. "No, I'll go."
"Really?" Kayla's eyes lit up. "You're sure?"
Emily nodded. "Positive." She didn't want to let everybody down... And, if she was honest, she was curious to see what a real college party was like. She hadn't exactly been a social butterfly in high school, either, and, while she wouldn't say she regretted it, there was a part of her that wanted to experience it, at least once.
"Emily!" Kayla squealed, wrapping her up in a hug. "You're going to have so much fun!"
"We'll see," Emily replied skeptically.
She had Kayla help her pick out an outfit for it, one that was cute, but wouldn't make the padding underneath too obvious. She still felt tiny, and inadequate, next to the other girls when she saw what they were wearing, though not nearly as much as she'd expected.
"We're going to claim that couch," Kayla announced once they'd arrived at the party. "If anyone wants to get a drink, go do that and come over."
The other girls scattered, as Emily stared around the huge backyard of the frat house in awe. There were already so many people there... She couldn't help wondering if this had been a mistake.
"You can go get a drink," Kayla told her. "I'm the group mom for tonight, so I'll be sure you get home safe. Just remember to pour your drink yourself."
Emily nibbled her bottom lip and shook her head. "M-Maybe later," she said. "I'll help you."
Kayla smiled, nodded. "All right, come on! Someone else will take it if we don't hurry!" She took Emily by the hand, leading her over to one of the couches beneath a large gazebo in one corner of the yard. "Uh-oh," she 'whispered', as low as she could while still being audible over the chatter all around them, and the music blaring, "I think they want to steal our seat!" She pointed over at another group of girls, picking up her pace and forcing Emily to do the same, the two of them giggling as they beat the other girls to the couch and plopped themselves down on it.
Their other friends joined them after a few minutes, though they quickly discovered the couch wasn't quite big enough for all of them. "I can stand," Charli volunteered.
"No, no," Angel shook her head. "Emily can sit on the floor! She has plenty of..." She stopped herself short, getting a death glare from Kayla. Emily had a feeling the drink the girl was holding was not the first she'd had that night... She squirmed, starting to fret again about letting Angel in on her secret, not that she'd had much of a choice.
"I've been sitting," Emily interrupted, hopping up. "And I'm not holding anything, so I can stand!"
Not for long, though, before Angel grabbed her, pulling her down into her lap. "There we go!" she declared, giving Emily a hug from behind. "Isn't that better? Now we can all sit!"
"Angel," Kayla stepped in immediately, "I think you should..."
Emily almost let her do it, but shook her head before she could finish. She did feel self-conscious, sitting on someone else's lap... Angel was tipsy, however, and she had initiated it, so Emily could always blame it on that. And it was definitely too loud for anyone to hear the crinkling of her diaper as Angel bounced her, seemingly without thinking about it, her body perhaps going on an instinct from taking care of her little brother.
"If I'm here, she can't go get another drink," she told the other girls conspiratorially.
"I could, so!" Angel announced. "I bet I could pick you up, you little squirt!"
She didn't try, though, happy to leave her there and sip at her red plastic cup while the group chatted. It was nice, Emily had to admit, even if she wasn't sure why they couldn't have done the same thing somewhere quieter, more private...
Then again, there, it might have been more obvious to the others how obsessed Angel was with her diaper, how she kept bouncing her on her knee, sneaking pats now and then, giggling to herself. Emily might have written it off as more memories of younger siblings, except for that look she'd seen in the girl's eyes at the mall.
She hadn't really thought it would happen, that she'd have the guts, but she'd been prepared anyway, telling herself it was never a bad idea to have two spares, just in case. She was definitely soggy, as she assumed Angel could tell, when she leaned over and whispered in her ear, "Can you help me change?", another thing she wouldn't have had the confidence to do without the hubbub of the party.
"Sure!" Angel beamed, happy that she'd been chosen, proving that, indeed, she could have moved the girl if she'd wanted by sliding her off her lap and onto her feet before lurching there herself, swaying only slightly. "We're going to the bathroom," she reported.
The bathrooms were, of course, inside the frat house, and there was a long line leading to both of them. "Man," Angel sighed, settling into the back of the one upstairs that seemed a bit shorter, "you're lucky."
Thankfully, she didn't feel the need to expound on that, both of them knowing exactly what she meant. Emily shrugged with a mischievous little grin, glad to hear Angel doing her work for her. "Yeah," she said. "I am."
Emily suspected she could have talked Angel into it anyway, eventually, although, at another time, it likely would have been more work. Once they'd made it through the line and into the bathroom, she took out both of her extra diapers, laying them out on the sink before slipping her jeans down and off.
"Are you wearing double diapers?" Angel asked, eyeing the pair of fresh diapers.
"No," Emily answered simply, shaking her head. "I don't think they'd fit under my pants." She sat down on the closed toilet lid and began to untape her diaper, Angel taking over automatically, swatting aside Emily's hands to finish removing the tapes, wiping her off, taking away the used padding to replace it with a dry layer.
"Thank you!" Emily told her when they were done, Angel even helping her get her pants back up and over the diaper. She wandered over to the counter, to where the second diaper was still waiting. "You know," she said, glancing at her phone, "I really doubt I'm going to need this one to get me through the party... With as long as the line to get in here was, I'll probably wait until I'm back at my room to change again."
"It's nice to have that option," Angel grumbled.
Emily smirked. Had Angel's tipsiness led her to walking straight into her trap without realizing it? Or would she have done it anyway? "You know, you could have it, too... I do have a spare..."
She picked up the diaper, holding it out to Angel. The girl's face turned bright red as she backed away, as if she were afraid of the object, despite having just handled one without thinking about it. This was very different, of course, the concept of it being for her...
"Th-Those are for babies!" Angel shook her head, before turning her eyes back to Emily, the redness in her cheeks amplifying. "N-Not that you are... I-I know you need them, too, I'm not saying..."
"Come on, Angel," Emily taunted, giving the diaper in her hands a rub, making it rustle. "They're so soft, and comfy... Are you telling me you were never curious about what your brother's diapers felt like? That you never stole one to try yourself?"
She could tell right away that she was correct, even before Angel replied, her voice soft, almost dream-like. "Th-They were too little for me," she mumbled.
"But I bet this one isn't," Emily said. "Come on, Angel... It's only fair... You helped me put on my diaper... I'll help you with yours."
Angel opened her mouth to protest, only to let it close a moment later, nodding, blushing beet red. Emily unzipped her pants slowly, giving her time to change her mind if she wanted, slid down her underwear, then guided her to the toilet seat, and the diaper open and waiting there for her. "Oh," she let out a little moan of surprise as her bottom made contact, as she settled into it. "That is nice, isn't it?"
"Just wait until you're all taped in," Emily winked.
Angel, indeed, seemed to like that even more, as she did Emily sliding her panties back up over them, letting them snap into place over it. "There!" Emily declared, giving them a pat. "Now nobody will ever know!"
The two of them giggled at the ridiculous sight, at the diaper bulging out all around the flimsy, lacy panties. Once her pants were back up and fastened, Emily suspected she was right, though, that, especially with everything else going on, nobody would notice.
They were getting ready to go when something occurred to Angel, when she let out a frantic, "Oh!" and Emily turned to see what was wrong. "I forgot to use the potty!"
Emily hid a smile, wondering if Angel had realized what she'd called it, or if she'd done it as a joke. "Don't worry about it," she said. "Your diaper can handle it."
"My diaper..." Angel muttered in disbelief before nodding, accepting that. Emily wasn't going to force her into it, of course, but she did plan to go back onto the girl's lap once they were back at the couch, so if Angel got cold feet, she'd be right there to calm her down, tell her it was okay, encourage her...
They walked out of the bathroom, neither having actually used the toilet, both with a secret under their pants. They exchanged a look, and a laugh, as they overheard one of the guys in line wonder aloud, "Why do girls always go into the bathroom alone?", knowing he could never have imagined what the answer was in their case.
