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Boys and girls of all ages learn to use diapers as potty. Potty trained or not

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Chapter #6

Let Her Koch!

    by: craza monkey Author IconMail Icon
Taylor grimaced as she looked over her choices. The downside to attending every random con was that sometimes you walked into real stinkers. Either the Con was poorly planned, like that one failed pasta con she will never discuss, or the Cons topic was a bit out there, like the other pasta convention that she will definately never discuss. The Abdl-Con definately fell into the second category. The only thing Taylor really knew about it was that it involved diapers, and she knew that because of that time she was trying to buy lolita chlothing.

The "Potty training" panel was just a little too much for Taylor, so that only left the second choice of attending the live reading. Taylor wasn't too sure, but she did enjoy erotica herself so it was definately the better bet. Besides, it wasn't like she couldn't pick one, She had promised to be Heather's con-guru and help her explore her interests. What sort of friend would Taylor be if she backed out of that?

"Lets go see Emily Koch! Maybe that will give me a bit of insight into this Abdl thing!" Taylor announced cheerfully as she put her hand on Heather's shoulder and began guiding her to the conferecne hall.

Thankfully, the thrity minutes passed rather quickly. Heather and Taylor got there a touch early, with most of the attendees coming in late. A multitude of drinks, almost as if the people were about to watch a movie, but strangely not much in the way of snaks. Then as the hour turned a woman walked out onto stage.

She was of average height with a slim build and dark auburn hair, a wide smile on her face. She was dressed somewhat casually, with a white V-necked shirt a top a pair of flaired blakc bell bottom leggings deckorated with cherry blossom trees.

"Hi, I'm Emily Koch, the author and reader today. Remember that my book is on sell after this and that you can get it signed sometime this week, now you didn't come here to hear me ramble about the making of this book... that is later this week I believe, no you've come to litsen to me read. So lets just get right too it shall we?"

The crowd went wild, and Emily laughed. It was so weird to see people worked up over a piece of erotica. Taylro her self had a few dirty books too, but she could never imagine people reacting to them like this.

"What is everyone's deal?" Taylor mumbled in confusion.

Heather then slid closer to her, "Emily Koch is just really good, plus I think a lot of people are just pumped to be here and able to let there guard down. I know I am...."

Taylor mulled that over before deciding that Heather was right. In her own experience, Taylor could safely say that poeple were typically pumped the first day of a con, so why shouldn't it apply here. With her question cleared Taylor focused in on the story as Emily Koch finished adjusting her mic and began.

What followed was an eye opening story for Taylor. Ms. Koch only read a quater of it during the hour long reading, but something about it had ensnared Taylor's mind.

It was the story of a young woman named Carol who got a job working for a daycare ran by her own former nanny. There was a bit of akwardness because the Nanny kept bringing up memories of Carol's childhood, but Carol geniunely cared for the old caretaker and vise versa. One of those memories gets Carol put in charge of the children who were having difficulties being potty trained, as according to the Nanny, Carol had been one too. Carol was also struggling adapting to working life, and then one day while trying to get a particully stubbron kid to the bathroom in time she slips on the wet floor and has an accident herself. To keep the children encourage with their own training, Carol is forced into a pair of pullups for the day like the children would have been. It ends up being a touch mortifying, leading to a nightmare. The next day Carol is paranoid about having an another accidnet and the sturrborn child has finally made some progress. Emily Koch ended it there, bowing to a healthy applause.

"Remember everyone, I have some copies for sale right here, and more at my booth. Some of my other titles are out there too, oh and autographs I will do tommorrow. I'm afraid I don't have much time to be here today, but the rest of my week is free so I will be here!" Emily announced with a cheerful smile.

The crowd then began to disperse, leaving Taylor in a somewhat shocked state. "Yeah... I guess I can see how people could get so pumped. That had my attention so firmly that I didn't want to get up, god I'm hungry. "

Heather nodded before quietly adding, "Yeah, same here....speaking of not wanting to stand up...", With that Heather lifted her skirt to show that the purple diaper she has shown up wearing was now wet.Leaving one hand to hold up her skirt Heather used her other curiously poke at the diaper," I had to pee, but...you know."

Taylor just nodded silently. It was strange, earlier she had seen the diaper but for some reason it just didn't click that Heather might actually use the thing. "Yeah, I...sorta get it. Anyway, it's a little early but I think now would be a good time to get somehting for and early lunch?"

Heather then poked her diaper again, before looking back at Taylor with a serious look. "Can it wait like ten minutes? Maybe twenty? I'm not nessecarily soaked, but I'm going to need a change at some point and I need to buy them here."

"You didn't bring a change?"

"My mom told me to buy some diapers fromt the con, said something about them being more fun? I don't know. What I do know is I'm pretty wet right now, and I don't want to have to scramble for a new pack because I started leaking during lunch. So...." Heather then looked up and Taylor with a pleading look.

In the end, Taylor decided....



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