On the beach

A guy talks to a girl at the beach who is diapered.

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David decided to go to the beach. He had never been much of a beach person. He liked to swim. He did some surfing. After a buisy time of surfing and swimming, he sat down on the grass. 

He kinda looked around.  He saw a women who was very atractive. She had brownish hair.  He tried to smile at her. She smiled but quickly turned arond. 

She seeamed sweet. He decided to go say hi to her. He walked cloaser to her. She wore a bikini top . as he got closer he realized that she was wearing a diaper. At first he thought he had to be mistaken.  As he got closer he realized that sure enough it was really a diaper. 

She eas laying down in a very remote part of the beach. She tried to isolate herself form every one else. She just wanted to be left alone. She was sun bathing like many others hear at the beach. 

He decided to come over to him. “Hi.”he said. She was emberissed. She had a feeling he was coming to see her. He hoped that the fact that she had a diaper would deter him from continuing to come tall to her. It did not deter him. She did not get that lucky she suposed. She had no idea what to do. 

“Hi!”she said. She had a very soft vioce. She seemed very shy. He wondered if she always was. She might ve humiliated perhaps.  

“Lovely day isn’t it? ” he asked. “It really is. “Shr said. “With all that rain we have been having, i am glad to see the sun.”he said. Wait he thought.  Was that an insensitive coment. He had no idea. He hoped he had not offended her. 

“Yes i wear a diaper. I am incontinent. I have an overactive  bladder. It seams to be some kind of birth defect. I have never been potty traned not fully. I tried. It never worked.  I can have children. It does not jepordize that. I dont know why i brought that up ” she said. 

“You have no bladder control.?” he asked. “Very little. I ware a diaper basically 24-7. I have some control. It is unpredictible. I have given up trying to control it. I have decided to embrace my incontinence.  It is a reality rather i do or not. Why not? ” she said.

“Makes sense. ” he answered.  ” i am sory. I get prety defensive.  ” she said. “No its fine. I understand!  I would be too in your place. ” he said.

“Its legal to go just in a diaper. I looked it up. I would rather not ware shorts over my diaper. Its get realy warm. Its comfortable just waring a diaper.  ” she admited. 

“You like diapers?” he asked.  “For the most part its all i know. Yes i do.  I am not ashamed of it. ” she said. ” there is nothing to be ashamed of. “He said. “That is how i feel. ” she said. ” you should feel that way.”he answered.  

” i am only bladder incontinent. I have full control of the other. It is a pain in the but so sometimes i let it go in the diaper. Oh was that tmi?” she asked. He chuckled. “A little but its fine!” he said. They both laughed. 

 She decided she should go. “I am going to head on. It was good to meet you. “She said. He smiled. “Like wise. I hope to see you around. ” he said she smiled.

A week later he went to the beach. She was there. She was way on the back as before. She wore a diaper. “Hi!” he said.  They chatted for a bit. Her diaper had gotten really full. She started to leak. 

“I got to go!” she said. “I could change you!” he offered.”thats ok. I am good at changing it. “She said. “Are you sure?” he said.

After a lot of coaxing she agreed.  The went to her car. She had a big back of her car. She leaned down.it was well hiden. He took off her diaper. Sure enough she was verry full. He wiped her up. He put baby powder on her. He put on a fresh diaper.  “All better.”he said.

She hugged him. “Your the first person to ever change my diaper other then my mom and sisters.”she said. ” i am honored. “He told her. 

They got together often. Finaly he asked her out. She quickly agreed. She could not just be in a diaper at the restaurant.  She wore a skirt.

After a time they got maried. They had kids. They lived hapily evet after. A bit messy but happy. 

The end. 

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