Schoolgirls in Pampers

by Abigail

The Prime minister sat in his office, the only illumination his desk light. It was late and he was concerned, unlike most politicians he really wanted to deliver on his promises. He had told the country he would reduce teenage pregnancies by at least 50%. After a long advertising campaign, free condoms and compulsory early sex education in schools over the last 12 months he had achieved no real results. He was desperate, which was why he was meeting with the head of OSS at this late hour.
His secretary had left hours earlier, so the only announcement of Steve Elm’s arrival was the quiet cough he made as he entered the office. How typical for a spy leader, the Prime Minister thought.
“Good evening Director”
“Prime Minister”
“I’ve read the file, can this subliminal advertising really work?”

“Oh it’s proved extremely effective in our tests Prime Minister”
“Good, so you can make our young people feel they really need contraception?”
“I’m afraid not Prime Minister, you see the sex drive at that age is very high, it’s almost impossible to impose any condition on it at all. Even our adult subjects were unresponsive, teenagers would be even harder to condition.”
“But you have a solution.”
“I have a suggestion Prime Minister, it will solve your problem I think.”
“Well let’s hear it.”
“During our tests, we discovered it’s very difficult to get somebody to act out of character, rather as hypnotists have discovered. However it is possible to reinforce certain beliefs, and to block certain physical capabilities.”
“So you’re going to tell me you can stop girls getting pregnant, by making them watch subliminal adverts on TV, somehow this will affect their fertility.”
“No, Prime Minister. But we can make them incontinent, and we can target the correct age group.”
“And how is that supposed to help?”
“Well, once they’re in diapers, we can focus on the males and increase their feelings that girls in diapers are much too young for sex, that they’d be paedeaphilic for even considering it.”
“I can’t imagine for a moment that 13 to 16 year olds are going to wear diapers, and their parents will be queuing to see their doctors.”
“Not if we also target the parents, they’ll believe lots of girls of this age have the sudden onset of problems like these and they’ll want to look after their daughters properly.”
“You are convinced this will work?”
“Our tests on one hundred volunteers produced a 100% result Prime Minister.”
“Is it really ethical to do this?”
“That is your decision Prime Minister, however it will reduce the burden on the welfare state by several millions and will also produce new jobs. The girls will recover completely by 18, they’ll just have to toilet train again then.”
“New jobs?”
“Of course, diaper manufacture and construction of changing facilities. I would suggest you get Procter and Gamble to make a teen size Pamper the same style as the baby product that will reinforce the males conditioning. Offer tax incentives to make sure they’re cheaper than any adult look brand by a large margin. I’m sure we can get the parents conditioned to buy them anyway, but cost savings would be good for low income families.”
“I see you’ve put a lot of thought into this, how soon can you proceed?”
“Immediately Prime Minister, and you will start to see results in two weeks, just long enough to market the new diapers.”
“And you’re sure noone will suspect anything.”
“Noone in the country Prime Minister, they all watch far too much television. Besides who would believe such a thing?”
“And how will we remain unaffected?”
“Oh, we won’t Prime Minister, we will believe it as well, the subliminal generation is done by computer, and I will destroy all other records of the programme. You can go to the country in 12 months and honestly say you’ve eliminated teen pregnancies in the United Kingdom, without any awareness of this method.”
“Very well, you have the mandate to proceed.”

-Two weeks later-
Suzy was worried, she’d started to wet the bed at the beginning of the week, just dribbles to start with, but by Thursday it was impossible to hide it from her parents. Her Mother had been very supportive, saying these things happened to girls of 14, it was normal and would pass, they’d just need to get some protective underwear for her, and her mother knew just the thing.
They’d gone to the local chemist, and he’d agreed that this was perfectly normal, why else would Pampers make a size to fit her. She wound up walking out carrying a large diaper pack, with a stylised picture of a smiling teenage girl on it and the words ‘Pampers Teen Premium, for bigger little girls’. Suzy thought she’d die of embarrassment as they walked to the car, but no one took any notice. When she saw girls her age she thought she would be ridiculed, but they quietly looked away.
That evening she got ready for bed as usual and went to clean her teeth. When she returned to her room her Mother was there and a diaper was laid on the bed.
“Ready for bed Suzy? I’ll help you put your diaper on.”
“Mum, I’m sure I can manage.”
“Now come on, this is no different than when you were small, you don’t want to leak do you?”
Suzy gave up; there was no arguing with that authoritative tone. But she was surprised, a month ago her Mother had been telling her she was old enough to organise herself, now apparently she couldn’t put on her own underwear. She lay on the diaper while her Mother powdered her a little then pulled it up and fastened the tapes. Suzy looked down and saw a parade of bears on the waistband, carrying crayons and building blocks, on a pink background. The rest of the diaper was plain white, tight in the front under her crotch, much roomier behind.
“There you are, all done. Call me if you need me.”
Suzy pulled the cover up and rolled over to sleep, fighting a little, the bulk between her legs was unfamiliar, and the plastic slid very easily on the sheets. She was aware of the increase in heat caused by the diaper as well. Eventually she drifted off to sleep.
She was awoken by her Mother the next morning, and could feel the bed was dry, hopefully they could end this now.
“Come on, time to get up, do you need any help?”
“What?”
Suzy climbed out of bed, and was immediately aware of the weight of a very wet diaper between her legs; it hung like a sign for bedwetters. She burned red, at 14 standing in front of her mother like that.
“Do you need any help cleaning up?”
“Uh…No no I’ll manage thank you.”
She rushed off into the bathroom, took off her nightie, and untaped the diaper, rolling it up and pushing it into the waste bin.

All over the country girls between 13 and 18 were waking up in a similar state, and being offered help by suddenly overattentive mothers. Sirius, the computer system at OSS, completed its first command programme, checked the results against diaper sales parameters and newspaper comments, and instigated the next stage. Men all over England were already immensely concerned about interfering with little girls in diapers, Mothers of girls between 13 and 17 thought they should keep their daughters in diapers at night, just like toddlers, and were becoming more and more ‘helpful’. The second command programme would begin to affect daytime control as well.

The next week passed pretty much as it does for any 14-year-old schoolgirl, except for the nightly ritual of allowing her mother to put her diaper on, Suzy continued as normal.
Over the weekend she noticed a new run of adverts on the television from Procter and Gamble, for teen Pampers. They had started to get competition from Kleenex, who were now offering teen Huggies in a range of sizes for 13 to 18 year old girls. Suzy was surprised at the line the advert took, girls cartwheeling and playing sports, with a background narration saying Pampers would keep them dry and leak free, and now had extra strong tapes which wouldn’t come undone during these activities. It ended with five girls from a netball team pulling up their skirts to show their Pampers, still securely fastened after a hectic game.
Suzy was bemused; the girls seemed to think this was perfectly normal. She knew lots of them must wet the bed, because of the manufacturers bothering to make diapers in her size, but she hadn’t heard of anyone at school who needed them during the day. She was of course unaware that the whole advert was produced by Sirius with computer animation, there were no real schoolgirls in diapers during the day, at least not yet.
Monday morning dawned, and Suzy was awakened by her mother as usual, and her diaper hung heavily and stained yellow, again as usual. She went to clean up, and came back to dress, which was when she noticed that the new diaper pack her mother had bought on Saturday now had a sleepy stylised teenage girl on it with the words ‘Pampers teen overnight, for sleepy older girls’ on it. She had thought the diapers were thicker, but had dismissed it as a figment of her imagination. Maybe she was right after all.
She dressed in her uniform, dark blue blazer, white blouse, dark blue aline skirt, white knee socks and shoes. Tights or stockings were permitted at the school, but Suzy could never be bothered with those. After a quick breakfast she was off to catch the bus.
On the way she began to need a wee, but was sure she could hold it. She was surprised at the little damp patch in her knickers when she went to the toilets at the school; she hadn’t felt any real urgency. Ah well, it was nothing.
During the day she noticed the increase in frequency that she needed to wee, there were more damp spots in her undies, and once she had come close to wetting herself at the end of the history class. She wasn’t the only one, all the other girls had been excused from the room on numerous occasions, and once she thought she could smell urine from one of them.
The bus trip home usually took 30 minutes, and inside 10 of them Suzy needed to wee again, despite going before she left the school. One of the other girls was obviously in a similar state, squirming in her seat across from Suzy, then squeaking suddenly and wetting her pants. Urine rushed off the plastic seat onto the floor, but there were no shouts of derision, the boys on the bus seemed to think this was normal, and the girls were extremely grateful it wasn’t them.
Suzy made it to her stop, but on the walk to her house she suddenly felt the urine flooding down her legs, no warning, she just wet herself walking along. She couldn’t do anything other than continue her walk, so she did, uncomfortably aware of her clinging wet pants and soggy socks. Her mother was standing in the hallway when she arrived.
“Oh Suzy, did you have an accident? I knew I shouldn’t have let you go out like that. Come on lets get you cleaned up.”
“I can do it Mum:”
“No come on, I want to make sure you don’t get a rash.”
Suzy’s mother took her upstairs and ran a bath while Suzy undressed. She sat on the toilet and watched her daughter wash herself thoroughly and then dry off. Then she took a bottle out of the medicine cabinet. Through her hands Suzy could see ‘Pampers’ something and ‘baby smooth’ at the bottom.
“Now I want to make sure you don’t get a rash, open your legs and let me put this on.”
Suzy complied and watched, rather embarrassed, as her mother smeared the lotion over her sex and between her bottom cheeks. She felt a slight prickling sensation, and a little heat, as she dried her hair, then her mother took her into the bedroom. On the dresser next to her teen overnight diapers was a new package, with a girl running in a park, her skirt flaring to show the diaper underneath, with the legend ‘teen Pampers, for active girls, now with more secure tapes’.
“Mum, I don’t need those.”
“Don’t be silly, you wet your pants today, that’s not unusual for girls your age, I should have put these on you before.”
“But it was just one accident.”
“Alright, if this is still dry at bedtime, I’ll let you try knickers again tomorrow, if not you’ll wear these. Fair.”
“I guess so.”
“Ok, let me wipe off that cream, lie down.”
It was only then that Suzy noticed the changing mat on her bed. The patterns on it matched those on the diaper waistbands she wore at night, and of course it was the right size for her. She lay down and opened her legs to let her Mother clean off the cream. As she did so all of Suzy’s pubic hair came with it, even the little ones round her anus.
“Mum, what have you done!”
“Shh Suzy, this is the best way to avoid diaper rash, it’s recommended by doctors.”
Suzy was too stunned to reply, she looked like a toddler down there, even without her diaper on. She lay back and allowed her Mother to powder her and tape up the diaper.
“There all done, get dressed, dinner will be ready in half an hour.”
Suzy put on a skirt, jeans were out of the question, and a T-shirt, then sat down to start her homework. She came downstairs when her Mother called her for dinner; she hadn’t felt any need to wee and was confident of winning her deal.
“Suzy, let me check your diaper” said her Mother after they’d eaten and washed up.
“It’s fine Mum, I haven’t needed a wee yet.”
“Let me check anyway.”
So saying her Mother crossed the room and flipped up Suzy’s skirt, putting her hand on the girl’s bottom.
“Fine indeed, you’re soaked, it’s a good job these diapers are designed to last four hours between changes, or you’d be leaking on the floor. So it’s diapers for you now young lady, as we agreed.”
“Ok Mum”
Suzy was led upstairs to have a fresh diaper put on, she tried to undo the tapes of the wet one she was wearing, but they wouldn’t budge.
“Silly lie down and let me do it, these new tapes help to keep the diaper on when you’re playing, I don’t think you’ll undo them by yourself.”
So Suzy endured the first of many changes that she couldn’t help with. She was wiped, powdered, and put into a fresh diaper, then went downstairs to watch television.

Sirius reviewed the reports on the results of stage two. Many girls were now wearing diapers during the day, and of course had to be changed by someone else, but some had resorted to thick sanitary pads, particularly those in families without a mother present. Stronger measures would be required; it’s programming called for all girls between 13 and 18 to wear diapers at all times. Sirius prepared a new line of adverts, both subliminal and normal, and changed information on Procter and Gamble’s mainframe to suggest that parents were dissatisfied at the containment in the back of their teen Pampers.

Another Pampers advert came on the television, this time for a rash cream. There was a girl of about 15 on a changing table, with a woman, presumably her mother. The ad was discreet, the girls sex was covered by her lifted skirt, but the diaper that was removed wasn’t, not only was it wet, there was a brown mess in it as well.
“As your little girl gets older, it becomes more difficult to keep her clean. Pampers teen rash cream can help, it’s zinc oxide base stops the build up of harmful bacteria, and the patent formula removes hair, making it much easier to keep your daughter clean and fresh.”
The advert ended with a smiling girl getting off the changing table, with her clean diaper on, running out of the picture. Suzy was incredulous, where did they get a girl who was willing to have a wet and dirty diaper changed on television, and then show her face to millions. Did girls her age still dirty themselves?
Sirius had done another masterful job, the advert looked real, and soon the subliminal message that went with it would start to work.
When it was time for bed, Suzy went to get ready, taking off her clothes and cleaning her teeth. Her diaper was wet once again, and she had no recollection of using it. She called to her mother.
“Mum I’m ready for bed”
“Coming”
Suzy lay down on the changing mat and was changed into her overnight diaper, her mother commenting on her wetting two diapers in an evening and what a good job she’d bought the day one’s.
In the morning Suzy was woken as usual and went to the bathroom to clean up. While she was in the shower, a trickle of urine ran down her leg. She pretended it didn’t happen and washed the leg again. Then she dried and went into the bedroom to have a clean diaper put on by her mother. That done she started to dress.
“Oh, you can’t wear that skirt anymore Suzy.”
“Why not?”
“I’ve had a letter from the school, they have asked that girls wear shorter flared skirts, to make changing easier.”
“Changing, ooh”
Suzy suddenly realised that she was wearing a diaper she couldn’t take off on her own. She’d have to ask to be changed, like a toddler.
“Don’t worry, all your friends will be the same, I think the school is taking on extra staff in the nurse’s office.”
Suzy walked to the school bus stop, her short skirt blew around in the breeze and showed off her diaper every now and then. Even standing still, it barely reached below her bottom. She noticed all the girls on the bus had similar skirts, and each had a diaper on underneath. When they sat down, unless they pressed their legs tight together, which was difficult with a diaper on, they displayed their underwear to everyone. Crossing your legs with a diaper on was impossible.
Suzy’s morning passed uneventfully, the girls were no longer rushing out of the room, but simply wetting their diapers. Suzy found her diaper was already wet at morning break, and by lunchtime she needed a change. As she was walking to the nurse’s office she felt a new sensation; suddenly she spread her legs and pushed a big mass into the back of her diaper. She couldn’t believe she’d done it, right their in the passageway where anyone could see, no warning just the sudden urge to push and it was done.
She waddled on her way, trying not to push the mush around too much but it spread around her bottom anyway, and she could begin to smell it as well. When she arrived at her destination she had to wait for two other girls to be changed, she was slightly relieved to see that both had messed their diapers, and amazed when one started to wee during the change. The nurse took no notice, just held up her dirty diaper to catch it, before continuing.
When it was Suzy’s turn there were more girls waiting, and she hid her face as her bottom was cleaned. The nurse muttered something about the old Pampers smearing everything everywhere and reached over for a clean diaper.
It was the same style as the one Suzy had been put in that morning, but the back was thicker and stuck out more.
When she left, Suzy noticed the diaper pushed out her skirt more at the back, and the thicker underneath was making her waddle a little.
Sirius reviewed data four days later: All the girls in the target age group were now in diapers all the time. However there were some reports of girls below the age group having sexual relations. This went against the programme, which called for zero pregnancies in young girls. Again Sirius set up a new series of adverts.

-One year later-
Sirius’s task was complete, it was now an accepted fact in the UK that girls could not be toilet trained below 18 years old, and would need diapers until then. They would also require help to change those diapers.
Girl’s knickers no longer existed, unless you counted the pullups and training pants made for 18 year olds, which were marketed along with potties for the same age group. Jeans had disappeared, along with leggings. Girls now wore short skirts or short dresses, which often displayed their diapers.
There were no girls’ toilets in schools anymore, and all public toilets had assisted changing rooms for girls. It was a common sight to see a teenage girl being changed in a park, or on the beach, and you would often see 18 year old girls having their training pants pulled down to use the potty by the side of the road. Parents were happy to let their daughters play in just a vest and diaper on hotter days, some of the more liberal had their 18 year olds in just a vest, with their bare slits on display, so they could feel it when they wet themselves.
Of course television reflected real life, which meant actresses who wanted to portray young girls had to wear diapers. In the quest for realism these had to be used on camera on occasion as well.
The population thought nothing of these changes, which was just the way they were supposed to. Sirius whirred quietly in the darkness of OSS’s basement, the programme was incomplete, girls who left the UK did not continue to need diapers until 18, that must be remedied. The computer tapped into franchise broadcasts from around the world, and began to download a new series of messages into them.

 

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