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It’s the final day of hazing, and they’ve saved the worst for last. The rule today is simple: I wear this one diaper for the full 24 hours, no matter what. It’s already soaked from overnight, heavy and cold against my skin, and I know by sunset it’s going to be so puffed up I won't even be able to walk straight. Every time I add to it, my big sisters gather around to admire their work, telling me how proud they are that I'm embracing my "little side." They keep snapping pictures as it swells, close-ups of the bulging padding, my red face, their fingers pressing into the soggy material. They promise once more these will stay private… but the way they grin makes my stomach twist. This diaper has been on since yesterday, and it’s absolutely packed. I’ve pissed in it at least 10 times, soaking the padding until it swelled up thick between my legs. And just an hour ago, I couldn't hold back anymore, I let out a huge, warm shit right into it. Lying flat on the bed, I can feel every bit of the soiled weight pressing down on me. The diaper is so heavily soiled and puffy. Every time I shift even an inch, the squish of the soiled padding echoes in the quiet room, each movement proving just how thoroughly soiled this diaper really is.