Samara: Costumes Over Diaper
Samara walks into the room already on the phone, a thick patterned diaper bulky under her t-shirt, the plastic shell crinkling with every step. She is telling whoever is on the other end that she needs to try on her costumes before Halloween to make sure they still fit, see if anything needs to be sewn or let out. She sets the phone on music, peels the t-shirt off, and stands in just the diaper and bra while she reaches for the first outfit.
The Bride of Frankenstein costume goes on first. Once it is zipped, the thick diaper is mostly hidden under the full skirt, though the bulk still pushes the fabric out a little if she turns the wrong way. She checks the mirror, tugs at the seams, and decides it will work for one of the parties if she is careful how she sits. The diaper rustles when she shifts her weight to look at the back.
She changes into the hippy costume next. This one she likes immediately. The loose, flowing fabric drapes over the patterned diaper and swallow the outline completely. She spins once, watching the fabric move, and smiles at her reflection. Nothing shows. She can walk, bend, even sit without the padding announcing itself.
The skeleton bodysuit is last. It is tight from neck to ankle, black fabric printed with white bones. She works it on over the diaper and has to tug and adjust to get the thick padding seated inside the snug material. Once it is zipped, the costume covers everything, but the bulk is impossible to miss. The seat and crotch of the suit are rounded and prominent, the diaper’s shape clear under the stretch fabric. She turns sideways in the mirror, then faces front again. The padding makes her butt look noticeably bigger. She considers it for a second, then laughs and thinks she can just say she is wearing a diaper under it on purpose, to fill the costume out. The patterned plastic crinkles when she poses.