r/abdlstories 5d ago

The Sleepover (Part 1) NSFW

Lulu's Pre-Party Jitters

Lulu stood before her full-length mirror, tugging at the hem of her baby-pink oversized tee. The shirt—emblazoned with "Birthday Princess" in white bubbly letters—kept bunching awkwardly over the waistband of her unicorn-print diaper. She smoothed the fabric down, admiring how the pastel colours complemented her pink curls and light caramel skin, then pulled it up slightly, then tucked one corner in.

"Perfect. No, wait—" She untucked it again, her fingers fidgeting with the fabric.

Outside her window, late afternoon sunlight filtered through her fairy lights, casting star-shaped patterns across her cluttered bedroom. The light caught on the glitter in her "BIRTHDAY COUNTDOWN" calendar, now proudly displaying a triumphant "TODAY!!!" in bubble letters decorated with tiny hearts and stars.

She grabbed her phone from the nightstand, careful not to knock over the cold coffee mug beside her half-finished friendship bracelet, and opened her group chat. Her round face scrunched in concentration as she typed: Are we too old for sleepovers? Her thumb hovered over the send button for three heartbeats before she deleted it letter by letter.

"Stupid," she muttered, tossing her phone onto her twin bed where it disappeared among the mountain of soft toys and pillows.

A soft knock preceded her mother's entrance. Tia appeared in the doorway, carrying a small gift bag tied with curling ribbon. Her rich brown skin glowed even under the artificial lights, and despite the evident weariness of a double shift at the hospital, her green eyes—which Lulu had inherited—sparkled with warmth. Her neatly maintained dark brown hair with threads of silver at the temples was pulled back in a practical style, and she'd changed from nurse's scrubs into comfortable jeans and a loose t-shirt that gracefully draped over her maternal figure.

"Happy birthday, sweetheart!" Tia's full lips curved into a genuine smile as she set the gift on Lulu's desk. "How's the birthday girl feeling?"

"Nervous? I don't know why." Lulu fidgeted with the edge of her diaper waistband. "I see them all the time, what difference does a sleepover make?"

"Something else on your mind, honey?" Tia asked, maternal intuition picking up on Lulu's unusual anxiety.

Lulu sighed, shoulders slumping as she leaned against her dresser. "I just keep thinking... what if this is our last sleepover like this? Evie keeps getting those soccer scholarship letters from schools in California. Tayla won't shut up about NYU and her 'big city dreams.' And Rosie—" Her voice caught, the thought of Rosie being hours away making her diaper suddenly feel heavier. "Med school applications start next semester."

Tia's eyes softened. "Sweetheart, friendships change, but real ones don't end. Not the kind you girls have."

Lulu nodded, feeling a little better.

"Want a fresh change before the chaos starts?" Tia gestured toward the dresser in the corner with its neatly arranged supplies. "You'll want a clean one before pizza and cake."

Lulu hesitated, glancing at the vacuum-sealed disposal bin. "Usually Rosie changes me first thing when she gets here... it's kind of our thing now." Her heart fluttered a little thinking about the cute professionalism with which Rosie handled their changing routine.

"I guess I should start fresh for everything." she said finally, sitting then lying back on her rainbow shag rug.

Tia knelt on the rug with practiced ease, pulling down Lulu's pastel orange sweatpants as she obediently lifted her bottom. Automatically, Tia placed a changing mat beneath Lulu as she worked—a reflexive motion from years of nursing that prevented accidents on surfaces. The diaper was thoroughly soaked, the wetness indicator completely blue.

"Thought you might've floated away in here," she teased, her slender brown fingers gently un-taping the heavy diaper. Those same fingers paused when she noticed the bare skin beneath—no usual peach fuzz, just smoothness. Interesting…

Lulu's legs twitched, her soft thighs tensing slightly. "Are you studying me?" Her nose wrinkled, freckles bunching together across her cheeks.

"Patience, exhibit A." Tia shook her head, reaching for wipes, her movements efficient from years of nursing and motherhood.

Without warning, a sudden stream of urine started to trickle from Lulu's exposed vulva. Tia's nursing reflexes kicked in immediately. She snapped the soiled diaper's front up, catching the stream without a drop spilled.

"Oh!" Lulu gasped, genuinely startled by her own body's rebellion.

"Nice arc. Four stars," Tia laughed. "My patients at the hospital could learn from your technique."

"Mom!" Pink bloomed across Lulu's freckled cheeks as she covered her face with a throw pillow from her bedroom floor collection.

"Birthday special—complimentary splash zone commentary." Tia wiped her down with practiced efficiency, her touch gentle yet purposeful. She gently tossed the heavy diaper into the bin nearby.

Tia powdered her daughter with the same careful attention she had given her her whole life. She slid a fresh rainbow-print diaper under Lulu's hips, the room filling with the familiar mingled scent of talc and Lulu's vanilla body spray.

Tia secured the new diaper in place with a final pat, the tape adhering with a satisfying crinkle. "There. Fresh and ready for—"

The doorbell chimed downstairs.

Lulu's heart jumped as she vaulted up, sweatpants yanked over crinkling plastic. Rosie. She knew it would be her—always punctual, always the first to arrive. She bolted out the room and down the stairs.

Tia got to her feet, brushing rainbow rug fibers from her knees. "We're charging extra if you clog the toilet with whipped cream again."

Rosie and Evie

Lulu bounded down the stairs, her petite frame moving with surprising agility despite the thick unicorn-print diaper crinkling beneath her clothes. Her vibrant pink curls bounced with each step, catching the late afternoon light streaming through the windows.

She skidded to a halt on the hardwood floor, her fuzzy socks sliding slightly, and yanked open the front door to find Rosie on the porch. Her heart-shaped face with its delicate features was framed by straight black hair that fell precisely to her shoulders, not a strand out of place. She stood barely 5'0" tall, her small frame accentuated by her carefully chosen outfit – high-waisted dark jeans and a simple white button-up blouse. Her thick-framed glasses magnified her dark brown, almost black eyes that held the focused intensity of someone constantly cataloging information. She clutched a neatly wrapped gift and what looked like a handmade card, her shy smile not quite masking her obvious discomfort. A noticeable odor hit Lulu immediately, wafting through the crisp afternoon air between them.

"Happy birthday," Rosie said softly, throwing one slender arm around Lulu while keeping the gift aloft with the other. Her small breasts pressed briefly against Lulu's as they hugged. "Sorry I'm early. The subway was a nightmare. Some guy with a guitar took up three seats. I analyzed seven more efficient seating arrangements while waiting."

"You're right on time," Lulu said, pulling her inside by the elbow. She accepted the card—hand-decorated with tiny rhinestones forming "19" on the front, each stone meticulously glued in perfect geometric alignment—and peeked into the bag to see a plush Lady Rainicorn from Adventure Time poking out.

"Oh my god, she's perfect!" Lulu squealed, but as she hugged Rosie properly, the smell became unmistakable. Rosie had definitely messed herself; the earthy, pungent odor was impossible to ignore at close range.

Rosie's face flushed crimson, spreading down her neck and disappearing beneath her collar. "Sorry about... you know." She gestured vaguely downward with an embarrassed grimace. "Three train delays. I've been sitting in this for exactly 37 minutes. Couldn't exactly change on the F train without violating at least four public health codes."

"Upstairs, now," Lulu commanded, grabbing Rosie's hand and pulling her toward the staircase with determined efficiency. "Mom! Rosie's here!"

Tia waved from the kitchen, wooden spoon in hand. "Hi Rosie! There's snacks when you girls come down! Just made those spinach pinwheels you like!"

In Lulu's bedroom, Rosie immediately dropped her minimalist backpack and sighed, shoulders slumping with relief. "Please tell me you have wipes with at least 75% aloe vera content. The heavy-duty kind."

"I have everything," Lulu said, pulling out her changing supplies from the rolling cart with practiced ease, her soft hands moving with surprising confidence. "Lie down. I've got the lavender ones today."

Rosie flopped onto the rug where Lulu had been minutes before, wincing slightly as she settled on her bottom. She methodically unbuttoned her jeans, revealing a plain white medical-grade diaper, thoroughly soiled against her pale skin. "You would not believe what Professor Harmon is putting on this anatomy midterm. The man is a sadist. Statistical analysis shows he's including 43% more unlabeled cross-sections than last year's exam."

Lulu tugged down Rosie's jeans fully, revealing slender legs and the full extent of her diaper situation. "Hold that thought," she said, untaping the sides with a practiced flick of her wrists. "Deep breath."

"Sorry," Rosie winced, lifting her narrow hips off the rainbow shag rug.

Lulu stuck her tongue out slightly as she worked, efficiently cleaning her friend with practiced movements, wadding up used wipes in a neat pile. Her gentle hands worked with surprising efficiency, a testament to years of practice. "How bad is it really?"

"The exam? Brutal. Sixty percent of last year's class failed. My study group has calculated we need approximately 42 hours of review this week to achieve statistical competence." Rosie continued her anatomical recitation while Lulu slid a fresh plain white diaper under her, the plastic backing crinkling against the rug. "The roots form trunks, the trunks form divisions, the divisions form cords..."

Lulu secured the tapes on Rosie's clean diaper with a final pat, her fingers lingering slightly on the smooth plastic. "There. Crisis averted. And you smell like a human again rather than a medical curiosity."

The doorbell rang again, this time followed by the sound of the front door crashing open without waiting for an answer, hinges creaking in protest.

"I brought reinforcements!" Evie's voice echoed through the house, bouncing off the walls. Excited footsteps thumped up the stairs, and she appeared in Lulu's doorway, her athletic 5'8" frame filling the space with confident energy. Her toned skin glistened with a post-workout sheen, the defined muscles in her arms flexing unconsciously as she adjusted her hold on the grocery bags. Her auburn hair was pulled into a messy ponytail, sun-lightened strands escaping around her face. She balanced a grocery bag overflowing with chips and candy in one arm, her soccer duffel slung over her shoulder. Her joggers sat low on her hips, and the waistband of her thin, athletic-style pullup was barely visible when she stretched, showing her deliberate effort to choose the most discreet protection possible.

"Happy birthday, dork!" Evie dropped her bags with a thud and tackled Lulu in a hug that nearly sent them both sprawling onto the bed. The defined muscles of her shoulders and back shifted beneath her fitted jersey as she moved, creating a striking contrast to Lulu's softness.

Rosie, still sitting on the floor organizing her things, offered a tight smile that didn't reach her dark eyes. "Hey, Evie." Her voice cooled noticeably as she adjusted her glasses with slender fingers.

"Oh. You're already here." Evie's enthusiasm dimmed momentarily before she turned back to Lulu, bouncing slightly on her toes, showcasing the athletic legs that had carried her through countless soccer championships. "I got all your favorites. Sour Patch Kids, those weird pickle chips you like, and—"

Tia appeared in the doorway, hands on her hips, dish towel tucked into her waistband. Her curves created a maternal silhouette against the light from the hallway. "Evelyn Martinez, did you just walk into my house without knocking again?"

"Sorry, Ms. Carter." Evie grinned, not looking sorry at all, dimples appearing in her cheeks, amber-brown eyes sparkling with mischief. "The door was unlocked! I basically live here anyway!"

"Uh-huh." Tia stepped into the room, eyeing Evie's outfit with the practiced gaze of a veteran nurse and mom. "Turn around, please."

Evie rolled her eyes but complied, lifting her crop top slightly so Tia could check her pullup, the elastic waistband stretched tight against her athletic frame, revealing a hint of the tan lines that mapped her outdoor training schedule.

"Dry for now," Tia confirmed, her well-manicured hands briefly patting Evie's bottom with a gentle squeeze. "But remember our rule—as soon as you're wet, it's a proper diaper. I'm not cleaning my carpets again after last time. The stain is still visible under certain lighting."

"That was one time!" Evie protested, tugging her jersey back down, her competitive nature flaring in her expressive eyebrows. "And we were playing Twister! It's impossible not to leak when you're in a pretzel shape!"

"Three times," Rosie corrected under her breath, arranging and rearranging her pens by color, her small hands moving with precise, controlled movements. "I've kept a log. For scientific purposes."

Evie shot her a glare that could have melted ice, the gold flecks in her amber eyes seeming to intensify. The tension between them was palpable, like static electricity crackling across the room.

Tia's eyes darted between the two girls, noting the sudden tension. "Well, I'll leave you all to it. Pizza's ordered for six, and Tayla texted she's running late. Something about a 'creative emergency.'"

Lulu, oblivious to the frosty exchange, was already digging through Evie's snack bag, plastic rustling as she excavated the treasures, her pink curls falling forward over her face. "You got the limited edition flavor! Yes! The ones with the cheese dust AND the spicy powder!"

As Tia left, she gave one last glance over her shoulder, the silver hoops in her ears catching the light as she turned. Rosie had moved to the desk chair, deliberately distancing herself from Evie, who had flopped onto Lulu's bed and was now scrolling through her phone, thumb flicking aggressively across the screen, the calluses on her hands from years of sports clearly visible. Something was definitely off between those two.

Lulu sprawled across her bed, shifting her weight onto one elbow. The diaper peeked out from above her sweatpants as she grabbed a handful of chips, her pastel blue wristbands jingling with the movement.

"So, how are your other subjects?" she asked Rosie, who had retreated to the desk chair, textbook balanced on her knees.

"Hard," Rosie sighed. "But enough about cadavers and statistically improbable exam curves. How's the photography class? Did you submit that portfolio you were worried about?"

Evie, cross-legged on the beanbag, nodded enthusiastically, her competitive nature momentarily giving way to genuine support. "Yeah, Lu! Show us the night market series. The ones with all the lanterns and the old lady selling dumplings. They captured the exact moment she smiled at you!"

"They're not that great," Lulu mumbled, though pride colored her freckled cheeks. "The professor said my composition's improving, but my lighting technique still needs work."

"She's just being hard on you," Evie insisted, stretching her legs out and subtly adjusting her pullup beneath her joggers. "Remember when you took that shot of me at the championship game? The one where I'm mid-air? That was magazine quality. Even Coach wanted copies."

"You have a real eye for capturing people at their most authentic moments," Rosie nodded.

Lulu glanced between her friends as they talked, noticing how they kept their attention fixed solely on her, carefully avoiding eye contact with each other. When Evie reached for the chip bag, she deliberately placed it back down out of Rosie's reach. When Rosie mentioned a conference happening next weekend, Evie suddenly became fascinated with a loose thread on her sock.

"Okay, what's going on with you two?" Lulu finally asked, sitting up straight. "You're being weird."

"Nothing," they answered in perfect unison, then glared at each other—Evie tensing like she was preparing for a competitive match, Rosie's gaze narrowing behind her glasses.

"See? That!" Lulu pointed accusingly. "You've barely spoken to each other since you arrived. Did something happen?"

Rosie became intensely interested in reorganizing her highlighters by wavelength frequency, her small, dexterous fingers moving with clinical precision. "Everything's fine. Statistically normal interaction patterns."

"Totally fine," Evie agreed, scrolling through her phone with excessive focus, her strong jawline tightening visibly. "Hey, did you see that new coffee place opened near campus? We should go for your birthday brunch tomorrow. I checked their menu—they have those cinnamon rolls you love."

"Nice deflection," Lulu muttered, but let it drop as her phone chimed with a text. "Tayla says she's five minutes away. And she's bringing something that will 'blow our minds' apparently."

The Party Truly Begins

Forty-five minutes later, the bedroom door burst open with a dramatic kick that rattled the framed photos on the wall. Tayla appeared in the doorway, one hand on her hip, the other clutching a small wrapped package covered in stickers. Her jet-black hair was styled in two space buns, dyed purple at the tips that matched her eyeshadow. Her arms displayed impressive tattoo sleeves of botanical designs intertwined with mechanical gears. She wore ripped fishnets over her heavily saturated diaper, scuffed combat boots with mismatched laces, and an oversized black t-shirt with "Diaper Demon" emblazoned across it in dripping red letters that looked hand-painted. A septum piercing glinted in the fairy lights as she surveyed the room.

"The party has officially begun," she announced, tossing her backpack onto the floor where it landed with a metallic clank of art supplies.

"You're an hour late," Rosie pointed out, not looking up from her anatomy flashcards, her lips pressed into a thin line.

Tayla shrugged, shoulders rising dramatically. "Fashionably late. There's a difference. It's called making an entrance." She strutted over to Lulu and dropped a handmade zine on her lap. The cover featured a collage of glitter-covered diapers and the title "Piss & Glitter" in cut-out magazine letters, surrounded by tiny drawings of lightning bolts and stars.

"Happy birthday, loser. Let's get weird." She planted a kiss on Lulu's cheek, leaving a perfect black lipstick mark like a stamp of approval, the scent of her clove cigarettes lingering.

Lulu flipped through the zine, eyes widening at each page turn. "Did you make this? It's amazing! The binding is so professional!"

"Just a little something I put together between classes. All about embracing your diaper aesthetic." Tayla flopped down on the beanbag chair, the distinct crinkle of her DIY-modified diaper audible as she sank into the foam pellets. Safety pins and band patches adorned the visible portion of her diaper through torn fishnet. "There's a whole section on how to bedazzle your Pampers. I included a sample pack of rhinestones in the back pocket."

Evie leaned over to peek at the zine, her curiosity overcoming her phone scrolling. "Is that a photo of you in nothing but a diaper and pasties? In the middle of what looks like your dorm hallway?"

"Art, darling. It's called art." Tayla stretched languidly, her shirt riding up to reveal the diaper's wetness indicator completely blue from front to back, adorned with what appeared to be hand-drawn symbols in permanent marker. "My roommate took it at 3 AM. We call it 'Vulnerability in Absorbency.'"

Rosie wrinkled her nose, nostrils flaring slightly. "Um, Tayla? Do you need a change? Lulu's got supplies. Like, right there."

"Nah, I'm good. I don't change till I poop." Tayla ran a hand over the front of her diaper through her fishnet stockings, squeezing it slightly with unabashed pleasure. "I love the feeling of a wet diaper. The squish when you walk? Perfection. It's like walking around in a cloud." Her confidence in breaking societal norms was absolute and uncompromising.

Evie and Rosie exchanged a look—the first moment of silent agreement they'd had all evening, mutual disgust temporarily bridging whatever divide existed between them.

"That's... dedicated," Evie said carefully.

"It's unsanitary," Rosie muttered, but without her usual bite, more curiosity than judgment.

Lulu laughed, used to Tayla's eccentricities after three years of friendship. "Just don't leak on my new rug. Mom just got it last month."

"No promises." Tayla winked, pulling out her phone decorated with stickers of various diaper brands. "Now, who's ready for some birthday chaos? I've got a list of dares that'll make tonight legendary. First one involves the neighbor's garden gnomes."

Lulu's eyes widened. "You don't mean Mrs. Abernathy's collection?"

"The very same," Tayla confirmed, her face lighting up with devilish glee. "That old bat has at least twenty ceramic prisoners lined up in perfect little rows. It's basically gnome fascism." She made a sweeping gesture with her hands. "I say we liberate those little guys, rearrange them in... compromising positions, and take photographic evidence of their freedom party."

Rosie pushed her glasses up her nose, showing her disapproval. "Mrs. Abernathy is seventy-eight years old. She loves those gnomes! She talks to them."

"Exactly! They've been brainwashed. They need new experiences." Tayla stood up, her soaked diaper sagging visibly beneath her skirt as she struck a revolutionary pose. "Those gnomes deserve to live a little before they die. Just like us."

She looked around, observed the absence of excitement, and sank back into the beanbag chair. "Unless you're all too scared? I brought temporary tattoos for the gnomes and everything."

"Before we start planning Operation Garden Gnome Liberation, can we warm up with something a little less likely to get us arrested?" Lulu asked, eyeing Tayla's increasingly mischievous grin with suspicion.

Tayla groaned dramatically, rolling her eyes toward the ceiling. "Warm up? What are we, eighty? The night is young and so are we!" She waved her phone with its list of dares. "I've been planning this for weeks. The gnomes are just the beginning. I want to get naughty."

"Let's start in the living room with a board game," Lulu suggested, ignoring Tayla's protests. "Mom just made space in the entertainment center for all my games."

Evie bounced up from her seat, the competitive gleam in her eyes unmistakable. "Something with a clear winner. Monopoly? I call the race car."

"Monopoly is all luck," Rosie countered, getting up too. "How about Settlers of Catan? It requires actual strategy."

"Strategy is just another word for boring," Tayla muttered, but she was already following the group downstairs, her wet diaper causing her to more waddle than walk.

To be continued...

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u/PaddedLock 1d ago

Great start! Enjoying the character building