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  1. Candy’s Need (Making the Best of It) Part II Original by Gee Edited by: DaddyRich Candy was on her third iced tea when she heard the door chime. “Who could that be at this time of morning?” She glanced at her soggy diaper windowed through the dew of her clear plastic panties. “I can’t answer the door.” She pulled her tee shirt down over her crotch and raised her voice. “Who is it?” The closed door muffled the sound of a girl’s voice. “Service collector.” “The diaper pail! I forgot to set it out in the hall.” She padded her way through the kitchen. “I’m not decent. Could you come back in a few minutes and catch me later?” “Sorry, I’ll have to skip you and come back next week.” Candy knew her pail was full and wouldn’t last another day, let alone, a week. “OK, I’ll hand it to you.” She opened the door a crack and spied a very pretty young lady wearing coveralls. Her blond hair was tucked up under a baseball cap with the diaper service’s logo of a happy baby in a large diaper. “It’s in the bathroom.” The lady smiled and pushed the door open. She stepped inside. Seeing Candy in her tee shirt and diaper she blushed. “Sorry, I thought you meant for me to come in.” Candy reddened and pulled her tee shirt to cover her diaper. Her bra-less nipples tented against the thin tee shirt material making her more revealed than covered. “I have to put this one in the pail. I’ve been lazy this morning and haven’t changed yet.” “Can I? I mean, can I help.” “It’s a little personal, don’t you think?” Candy backed towards the bedroom. “We haven’t even met.” “Oh, that’s OK. I’m Ann. Besides, I’m a user too.” “Hi, Ann. What do you mean, a user too?” “Diapers.” Ann zipped the coveralls down the side exposing a shiny white plastic panty. “See. What you’ve got on is nothing I haven’t seen every day on myself.” “But Ann, diapers are very sexual for me. I would be too embarrassed.” With a gleam in her eye she said, “You do me first, then I’ll do you.” Ann pulled off her hat and shook her long blond hair out in a golden cascade. She slipped the straps of her coveralls over her shoulders and let the coveralls drop to the floor. Candy saw a very shapely girl about 5 feet 4 inches tall with long flowing hair. There was a noticeably used diaper hugging her hips. Above that there was a tee shirt torn off under her ample breasts doing little to hide her erecting nipples. Candy’s lips were dry and her voice was coarse with her sudden arousal. “You will have to come in to my bedroom. That’s where my stuff is.” Ann stepped out of the clothes bunched at her feet. “Lead the way.” Candy gathered diapers and plastic pants from the closet and turned to find Ann pulling her tee over her head. Ann smiled on seeing Candy’s hesitation. “I like to be naked when I’m changed.” Ann lay back on Candy’s rumpled bed while cupping her breasts. She absently rolled her nipples as she watched Candy stare at her. “How wet are you? Should I use a changing pad?” “You better get a pad. I have to finish a job I was starting a little earlier.” Ann winked at Candy and proceeded to tense her stomach muscles. Her eyes fluttered and rolled back under her half masted lids. A polite fart was followed by a massive crackling sound as the bottom of Ann’s diaper ballooned out. The leg openings of her plastic pants darkened around her thighs as the front of her diaper bulged upwards. Ann was writhing on the bed as a familiar hissing issued from her. “That feels so good. Come touch me.” Candy slipped the changing pad under Ann’s buttocks just in time to catch the first drips of her overflow. She palmed the pillowed mass careful not to squeeze it out onto the pad. Ann had other ideas. She pulled Candy’s hand tight against her cunt causing the brown load to ooze out the drip guards around her thighs. Candy was surprised to feel her diaper warm in response to her unconscious wetting. Her cunt lips were fairly swimming in her own urine from a night soaking, a leisurely wake up wetting, and finally an apparent Pavlovian response to someone else’s wetting. Candy slowly extracted her hand from Ann’s. “I’m the mommy for the moment. Let me clean you up.” She carefully separated the plastic panties from Ann’s waist and folded them over the diapers. The steam of hot urine tickled Candy’s nose. She pulled the panties up Ann’s upraised legs spreading as little as she could of the copious dump. “Hold these. I need two hands for this mess, my naughty little girl. You should tell Mommy you have to go poop.” Candy undid the pins first from one side and then the other. She exposed Ann’s puffy nubile lips to the open air. Ann reached for her cunt which Candy quickly caught. “No, no. Dirty. Mommy’s job.” Candy wiped Ann’s crack with the wet diapers. She wiped up each leg until most of the brown lumps were removed. Baby wipes followed as Candy scrubbed the white skin of Ann’s bottom. She took a fresh wipe and slathered it up Ann’s naked cunt opening the pouting lips for a concentrated cleaning. Ann’s stomach muscles jumped each time Candy passed the wipe over her clit. “Oh, Mommy.” Ann arched her head back into the pillows. She rocked her hips forward and back in time to the wiping motion. Candy placed her finger in Ann’s puckered opening and slid her thumb into her vagina. Ann pressed her pelvic bone down on the busy digits as Candy touched her tongue to Ann’s clit. Candy flattened her tongue and sucked the clit between her lips. Ann strained against Candy’s mouth leaking a salty stream down over the probing hand. The forgotten plastic panties dropped with a wet smack onto the floor at the side of the bed. Ann caressed Candy’s head by running her fingers through her dark hair. Ann grabbed Candy’s tee shirt and pulled it up and over her head. Ann cried out as she felt her release. “Oh, yes, Mommy.” She pulled Candy up her body with her hands cupping Candy’s face. She licked Candy’s mouth to taste herself then probed her lips for her slippery tongue. Candy teased Ann with a sloppy wet lick herself then gently trapped Ann’s tongue with her teeth. Ann massaged Candy’s diapered bottom while Candy mashed Ann’s bouncing breasts. Dark hair tangled with blond as the two rolled over one another. Ann stopped and reached into the front of Candy’s diapers. She was bathed in the slippery wetness of Candy’s arousal as she split the soft lips of her cunt. Ann went down the crack passed her vaginal opening and delved a finger into her anus. She stretched the opening to the length of her finger, retreated, and then placed two in, retreated, then placed three in her bottom. Candy cocked her head and looked at the dreamy expression on Ann’s face. With Candy’s sphincter stretched open, very little straining was necessary to fill Ann’s hand with the sought after prize. Ann smiled and squeezed her hand against Candy’s cunt pressing the load up her crack into the vagina and over her clit. Candy grunted again against her bowels and pillowed Ann’s hand deep in her used diapers. Ann felt for and found Candy’s clit under the sloppy mess. Candy humped her hand in time to the electric strokes. Candy shook through her cum as Ann kissed and laved her breast with her tongue. Candy shuddered as Ann placed her relaxed and sated diapered bottom on the changing pad. Ann caressed the flattened titties with one hand as she felt the bulk of her diapers over Candy’s bottom with the other. “Catch your breath. I’ll change you. Then you can do me.” Ann pulled the entire bundle down Candy’s legs. Luckily most of the poop stayed in the diaper. She wiped her tight bottom and long legs. “How tall are you, Candy? These legs go on forever.” “I’m 5’ 9” with 36-inch inseams. Sometimes I think I’m all legs. My breasts aren’t that big either. I’m a 34 C cup.” “You are perfectly proportioned in my eyes. What is your hip size? I take you for a 36.” “Maybe a little bigger in my diapers.” “Do you have to wear them?” Ann carefully wiped the crease between Candy’s labia and legs. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.” “Ann, after today, I want us to be close friends.” She sucked in her breath as Ann held her nether lips open to clean them thoroughly. Ann smoothed Candy’s hair along her pretty cheek. “You’ve got me, honey. Friends it is.” She smiled. “No attachments on my side. I’ve got a husband, but he doesn’t know that I like to play diapers.” “How’d you get into them, anyway?” “I have a lot of adults on my service. I got to thinking that there had to be some kind of an attraction. I didn’t realize that it would be an addiction.” Candy smiled a lopsided smile. “Me too. I’m hooked.” She lifted her bottom to let Ann explore her cheeks. “Why not introduce your husband to your game? I can’t think of a better way to get to know someone.” “I’m chicken. He’s such a straight guy. He likes fucking the old fashioned way, with him in charge.” “Change the rules. Have an accident. In your pants I mean. Or in bed. Let nature take its course.” “He might freak.” “So? What have you lost? I’m here if you want a friendly ear. See what happens.” Ann placed two folded diapers under Candy as she lifted her hips to accommodate her. She pulled them through her crotch cushioning her cunt against the fabric. She tugged each side tight and pinned them around her pelvis. Plastic pants rustled up her legs to finish the packaging. “Your supplies are out in the hall. I’ll make sure you have some extra to handle a visit or two from me.” She bent over and kissed her belly button. Her hand lingered over her erotically diapered bottom. She said, “Now me.” Candy returned the favor of carefully bundling Ann in a fresh diaper and plastic panties. While Ann climbed into her coveralls and torn tee, Candy dipped her fingers under her banded waist to her leaking cunt. “Ann, I can’t stop this and I don’t want to. I am totally hot all the time with my diapers on. Why would I want to stop?” “You got my vote. I’m the same way.” “Ann, how would your husband go for a couple of hot diapered babes?” “Let me break him in with a couple of accidents; then we’ll see.” Part3 coming….
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  3. Candy's Need Part 1 Original by Gee Edited by: DaddyRich MAKING THE BEST OF IT Candy was alone in the exercise room. She was well into her routine so that the sound of weights clinking through the old gym had begun to set into a musical rhythm. She strained against the bar arching her back off the bench just like she had done dozens of times. She grunted as she reached the top of her press. A trickle of urine dribbled from between her labia to dampen her ass checks. "Damn, I'm leaking again." She lowered the bar onto her flattened breasts. She closed her eyes and lay her head against the pad. "I might as well enjoy it." She relaxed her bladder and could hear her pee hiss into her gym shorts. The wetness darkened an ever-widening patch over her crotch and buttocks. She could feel the hot urine scald her inner lips and tickle her clit. It washed over her cunt and dripped past her puckered ass hole and then soaked into the fabric. The urine wicked its way up the back of her tank top, wetting the bench, then dripped onto the floor. The puddle grew as she let the golden flow buzz over her erotic center. She groaned as she realized that she was passing the point of no return and would have to masturbate to a numbing satisfaction. She squeezed her legs together to stop the flow of urine from her overfull bladder. She quickly toweled up the puddles on and around the bench. She wiped her crotch and ass and felt her cheeks flush as she rubbed her throbbing button. I've got to cum or I'm going to bust, but I don't want to do it here, she thought. She needed her privacy and playthings to do herself right. Candy made her way from the gym to her apartment in a brain fever of her arousal. She spread a newspaper on the car seat so that she could focus on her hot wet cunt and not to have to worry about stained cushions. She had slipped one hand into her shorts and gently massaged her burning clit. Now, I have to drive home without wrecking the car, she thought. She fumbled with her keys as she attacked the door lock. As she opened the door, she danced from one foot to the other. She was sobbing with her need to release her cum as she tore off her wet clothes. The need to heighten her pleasure while coming pressed at her. She had to get into her diapers. She pulled the curtains shut. The pressure to crumble into an infantile oblivion was building to a crest. "I can't cum yet. I'm not prepared." Little squirts of pee dribbled down her long naked legs as she fought to hold back her climax. She pulled open the drawer of her stash and grabbed two diapers and plastic pants. She tugged the plastic pants up to her thighs and laid the diapers in the crotch. She pulled the plastic pants over her ass and cunt. Wrapping the diapers around her waist under the transparent material, she was able to pin them on. She snapped the plastic pants into place tucking the exposed tags of cloth into the elastic around her legs and waist. Sighing with relief, she let the dam go. The wet heat of her urine jetting into her diaper made her knees sag. She cradled her breasts in her hands and plopped onto her bed. She let the hot pack of her diapers soak against her cunt and ass. The vibration of her pee washed over her sensitive cunt as she rolled her budded nipples between her fingers. The precursor of her cum jolted through her body. She strained her bowels against the tight diapers squeezing the hot load through her crack. She could feel the tension of the lump pull the diapers across her cunt. She reached behind her to caress the load under the plastic and diaper. As she flattened her hands against her ass, she pressed the hump onto her ass cheeks and spasmed again in her pleasure. She sat up and relished the feel of hot shit squishing between her legs along her sensitive labia. She lifted the waist of her plastic pants and diaper and admired her smooth cunt lips coated with her brown issue. She wiped the soggy diaper over her clit cleaning the crack of her cunt. She then trapped her slippery clit in her fingers and slowly worked herself to the edge of another mind-blowing climax. Her whole body shook as she neared her crest. What delicious depravity, she thought. The pack of her diapers snuggled over her cunt and ass as she released her mind-bending waves of her pleasure. She cleaned herself and arranged two more diapers over her throbbing cunt. The plastic panties snapped securely into place covering her infantile bundle of erotic pleasure. She placed one hand between her legs and the other found its way to her sucking mouth. She rubbed the tender roof of her pallet as she formed her tongue to the length of her thumb. The last thought she had before she drifted off to sleep was that she was secure in her voluntary incontinence. In the morning she awoke wet and cleaned herself in the bathroom. Before she could take a quick shower she added the diapers and plastic pants to the diaper service pail. Tomorrow was service day so she would have to remember to put the pail out. She had tried disposables but had found them less than erotic. Besides, she had to throw them away in the garbage and they tended to take up all of the room in her garbage can. Candy placed her pail of used diapers and pants in the hall every week. Then a fresh package of clean diapers and plastic pants was delivered with a pail filled with a clean rinsing solution. The billing was handled by mail. Stripping the last of the fine hair from around her cunt she tossed the razor onto the counter and pressed her naked lips between her fingers. Her clit throbbed deliciously under her fingers. A clear fluid welled from her pussy lips dampening her hand. It was so slippery. Her fingers dove deeply into her vagina spooning out more of her hot wetness. She slathered it up her cunt to her belly button. The lather from the shaving cream mixed with her juices and foamed up with the frantic motion of her activity. Her hand blurred across her clit as she felt the tension build in her pelvis to a sharp focus. Her bladder ached to release through the increasing tension under her hand. She tossed her tangled tresses in the pillows with the need to wet. “I can’t wet my sheets,” she cried. “I have to diaper myself, now.” Candy grabbed the diapers from the nightstand lifting her shapely bottom from the sheets. Tucking them around her hips she was able to pin them against her pelvis. She tugged the plastic pants up her legs to snuggle her erotic bundle to her hips. Feeling around the elastic legs and waist she was able to tuck in the diapers to secure her pending dampness. She stretched her legs into the covers at the bottom of the bed and pressed her hands to the front of her diaper messaging her infantile bundle over her throbbing sex. She stared past her pert nipples to the whiteness hugging her bottom. It started as a hot tickle deep in her abdomen. It buzzed up her urethra to spurt into the fabric snuggling her cunt. Warm wetness spread sensuously over her cunt and poured along her ass cheeks. With the realization of her soaked condition she spasmed with her climax in the used diapers. The come rolled and shook through her while she felt the last of her urine squeeze between her nether lips. She pulled the elastic away from her belly and reached under the sensual dampness of her diapers. Her labia were slick with her urine and lubrication. Her cunt seemed to suck her fingers deep inside her. She strained against her hand to feel a dribble of pee slide over her puckered anus. She cupped her cunt and caught the wetness in her hand. Smearing the issue over her tits she reveled in the sensation of her infantile depravity. With hands messaging her breasts she pressed an exploratory push to her bowels. “Oh, what a lovely dump I have inside me.” She smiled as she considered her state. “Dirty diapers are dirty diapers. I might as well enjoy myself.” She snuggled her hand under her butt and situated herself to feel the expanse of her movement. “Here it comes,” she said. The hot load pressed against her sphincter. Her shit pierced her ass hole and spiked her hand through the diaper. It mashed into the limited space and spread hotly over her ass. Her bowels evacuated in a rush popping into the tight diaper. “Oh, shit,” she said. “I mean, oh, shit. I didn’t realize I had to go so badly. These diapers won’t hold it.” She lifted her butt load off the bed and crabbed her way to the edge of the sheets. The aroma hit her as she spotted the brown stain where she had laid. Easing off the bed she could feel the shit escaping down her legs. The pretty white plastic pants were brown around the leg openings. She could feel the shit press up the front under the diapers and part her cunt lips over her vaginal entrance. The shit felt like a cock pressing its way into her cunt. She pressed experimentally on the load over her cunt. It slipped further up her snatch awakening a niggling need to come again. She stood with her legs spread to compress her diapers around her ass while she frigged her bud under the saturated diapers. Her tits bounced in time with her jerking hips as she worked her pee and shit to a frothing lather. She gritted her teeth as she came and came. Standing in front of the bathroom mirror she peeled the plastic pants down her legs dragging the dark stain with them. The diapers were sagged around her hips stained with use. Yellowed with pee and darkened with shit the diapers did their duty. She smirked at herself in the mirror with a warm satisfaction. “A shave and a shower was all I wanted, but I out-did myself tonight.” Candy scrubbed herself in the shower and efficiently douched herself on the bidet. Her innards tingled with cleanliness as the tepid water scoured her cunt. She gathered the baby powder, diapers and plastic pants as she made her way back to bed. She changed the sheets with a practiced utility of motion dumping them in the wash. Laying herself on the bed she spread her legs and generously powdered her wetting area. The diapers were centered under her bottom and pulled through to be pinned to her hips. Clean plastic pants were tugged over her diapers to complete her nighttime attire. She snuggled into the clean sheets, stuck one hand into her diaper against her naked labia with the other hand cupping her tit to roll the nipple between her fingers. She relaxed and could feel the tension of the day slip away from her. She sighed as she fell asleep to the warmth of wetness trickling through her fingers into her secure diapers.
  4. Yvonne & Nicole 5 By: Tatiana Edited By: DaddyRich As she stood there in her dirty diaper, poor Nicole looked so embarrassed with a look of complete helplessness on her face, just like a little toddler. As there were quite a few people starting to show up, obviously out and about enjoying the summer sun, and were starting to walk near us. Nicole was beginning to feel self-conscious, but I smiled at her and assured her that everything was OK, her shortalls were fairly loose fitting and hid her babified state quite well. She also began to feel a little more secure in her now wet and messy diapers because of the extra security of her plastic pants. I think simultaneously, she also felt turned on by the whole experience, and I definitely was. There and then I wanted so much to hold her close to me and cuddle her and caress the sumptuous bulge of the thick padding around her bottom and its contents - it would certainly have been feasible in a more secluded environment. We continued our walk and made our way home, taking short baby steps all the way. By the time we arrived back at the house, we were both so aroused with passion that we just stood where we were in the hallway, me backing Nicole against the wall and the two of us groping each other in a frenzy, our lips glued together. With no time even to tear all of our clothes off, I however did manage to unbuckle the bib portion of Nicole’s shortalls and let them drop to the floor. I brought one hand up the back of Nicole's and massaged the back of her diapers and plastic pants, mushing the poop against her bum, and with the other hand up the front, massaging the sodden bulk against her swollen pussy. Nicole had unzipped the back of my dress which then fell to the floor and furiously rubbed her nimble fingers over the plastic of my disposable covering my clit, and with her other hand fondled my breast. In a matter of seconds, Nicole had orgasmed inside her diaper and I spurted wave upon wave of cum mixed with pee into my diapers. We collapsed onto the living room settee, spent and exhausted, and fell asleep in each other's arms. After we woke up, we both needed a shower. I helped Nicole out of her messy state by donning a pair of plastic gloves, then removing her plastic pants and very messy diapers, which I put into a plastic garbage bag. I added my own drenched disposable to the bag, along with the gloves, and put the bag into our small lidded garbage can. I grabbed the hand held shower attachment and began spraying the mess off her cute little butt. We lathered each other up and began a very long passionate kiss and groping our wet pussies. After our steamy shower, we both decided to diaper up for the evening and hopefully through the night into Sunday. I opted for the bulk and absorbency of two Molicare super-thick diapers taped on together with a slit in the plastic of the diaper underneath. I then pulled on a pair of soft white plastic panties for extra protection. Nicole, who was still glowing from the today's event was still feeling kind of babyish, diapered up in two thick Depends, the inner one also slitted, along with a translucent pink pair of plastic pants. For dinner, Nicole and myself had a huge meal together - heaps of tagliatelle washed down with plenty of red wine. Thus dined and sated and with little energy for anything except to crash out on the settee together in front of the TV, bringing with us the remainder of the bottle of wine, We were both sure to be wetting considerably throughout the evening, and our protection would hold out until bedtime. As there wasn't much worth watching on TV we lapsed into idle conversation and, as often as not, we talked about our diaper fetish and big baby fantasies while occasionally feeling each other’s plastic padded crotches or bums to see who had peed more. As the evening progressed, I could feel my bowel movements becoming ever more urgent, as I hadn't pooped at all that day. I had been reluctantly putting off going to the bathroom because I was really enjoying the feel of my cozy, wet diapers and didn't want to take it off just yet. It was then that Nicole came chiming in with the assertion, "just do it in your diaper". I blushed furiously as I had never done this before, at least not as an adult, and although the idea didn't seem totally distasteful to me, it was still a step into the unknown, but tinged with a sudden burst of excitement. I thought to myself, "yes, why not?". Pretending to be coy about the idea I said, "but how do I do it, I mean, I've never done this since I was potty-trained ?" I still felt slightly insecure about doing it. "It's easy, just stand there, relax and do it - your diaper will hold everything", she said, lightly patting by bottom. Now I knew how Nicole must have felt when she needed to hide when pooping herself. I decided to take the bull by the horns but opted for the privacy 'clause', leaving the room to go into the kitchen. I got as far as the hallway and then realized that I wasn't going to make it to the kitchen. I stopped and stood with my legs parted, my heart was pounding and as I felt the beginning of the huge, firm lump start to exit my bum-hole it seemed as though I was going through a slow-motion experience. I didn't have to push, but the poop started filling my diaper very slowly, making it sag a little, becoming a bit heavier and causing my diapers and plastic pants to crinkle. While this was happening, I kept saying to myself, "I am actually doing a number 2 in my diapers. I haven't done this since I was a toddler. This is what it feels like to be a baby filling her diapers." THE END
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  6. Yvonne & Nicole 3 By: Tatiana Edited By: DaddyRich Thus, with Nicole securely padded and the bulge cleverly concealed under a pair of loose-fitting jeans and a lightweight jacket which just covered her bottom. We set off for the supermarket, which was just a few minutes’ walk from home. As we meandered along the aisles with our shopping cart, Nicole would occasionally glance at me with a nervous smile, a smile which also contained a hint of smugness. It was a special turn-on for her to wear a diaper in public, with lots of people around not knowing her secret. She stopped to look at some cheeses in the dairy aisle, but whether she was really absorbed in the selection of cheeses or just taking an opportunity to do something naughty in her pants I wasn't sure at first, but then the tell-tale sign became apparent to me when she stood with her legs slightly parted. I could even make out a muffled hissing sound. As we continued, we ran into one of Nicole's colleagues from work and stopped to chat for a while. The three of us were chatting away for about five minutes when I noticed Nicole parting her legs again. It was something she did almost without thinking about, but yes, once again she began wetting again, and it was totally thrilling to see her doing this while chatting, albeit with a somewhat distant look on her face. As we left the supermarket, Nicole's diaper was now as wet as it could get and as the absorbent padding of the diaper became full and bulky she could feel herself waddling and became slightly self-conscious in case anyone noticed. It was times like this when I felt rather playful and couldn't resist giving her padded bum a gentle slap, listening to the sound of plastic being smacked! This was also one occasion when I realized how much I was in love with this beautiful creature, how cute and vulnerable she looked when she was being such a baby. The minute we got inside and closed the door behind us, we were both feeling a little aroused, but not madly passionate at this moment. I placed a hand under her bottom and felt the heaviness of the crotch, and bringing her close to me, we instantaneously sought each other's tongues and exchanged a soft but deep, lingering kiss. I started to reminisce about us on this beautiful Saturday. This is a memorable day for me because of something rather naughty that I did and something which I don't feel particularly proud of, although thank heavens it didn't cause any major upset or loss of trust between me and Nicole. Although at this point we had been living together for a couple of years and I knew all about Nicole's diaper fetish and her occasional needs to be babied (I had changed her wet diaper many times, cuddled her, given her bottle feeds and of course had become a diaper wearer myself), there was still something that Nicole tended to keep to herself, something that she was very shy about doing in front of me. This was when she felt the desire to mess her diaper. When we first set up home together she would only do it when she was alone in the house, then she gradually came around to doing it when I was home, but usually in secret. This would be a familiar scenario. If we were both lounging around the house doing this and that or cuddled up watching TV and if Nicole felt the need to pee, she would either sit or lay where she was and let it soak into her diaper, or she would stand up and gaze out of the window or occupy herself some other way and just stand there with her legs parted and pee away, regardless of whether I was watching or not. But if she felt a 'number 2' coming along, she would pretend to get something from the kitchen and then slip away to one of her 'hiding' places. We live in a large Victorian 3-story house with lots of nooks and crannies. There is a small, remote room on the top floor which we use as a store room and this was one of her favorite places, her "dirty diaper room" as she later referred to it. Or else it would be a shady corner on one of the staircase landings, or, if she had 'adult' clothes on over her diaper, a quiet corner of the garden. It was in these places that she would enjoy her naughtiness in privacy, which I would later discover to be the most sensually erotic experiences of infantilism. After we got back from the store and putting our groceries away. I decided to diaper up myself, not in a pull-up either. I went to our stash and grabbed a thick Tranquility ATN disposable. I returned to my bedroom and took my dress and shoes off. I peeled off my panties, which had a pad in them. I grabbed the baby oil and powder> I then rubbed the oil over my shaved pussy and then quickly doused myself with powder. I then taped myself up in the crinkly plastic diaper. I put a pair of my thicker “period” panties over them to help quiet down the crinkling. I then put my dress back on and pulled on my slippers. Meanwhile, Nicole had already changed out of her drenched disposable into a thick and bulky terry diaper and a pair of pink plastic pants. She put on a very short t-shirt and socks. I went into the living room and started working at the computer, checking e-mails and such, and Nicole was in and out tidying up a bit as she went. I could tell that she had been periodically wetting herself because I could smell her pee and her diaper was beginning to look 'full' again. She seemed to be just a bit jittery and I had a slight suspicion what she was about to do it sooner or later. Nicole then she breezed through the room saying "back in a moment" the naughtiest thought came into my head. Not for the first time, either. I had often thought how wonderful it would be to watch Nicole in the act of pooping in her diaper, but had always resisted the temptation. As I heard her plastic pants crinkling while she was skimping up the stairs, I quickly tiptoed some distance behind her, with my pulse racing and heart pounding. I crept up to the top landing and then stopped, using cupboards, doors and corners for cover, but there, at the end of the small passageway, in the small store-room with the door open, stood baby Nicole. At first, she didn't seem to doing much, just standing and gazing out of the window, but I noticed that she had placed a dummy in her mouth. A couple of minutes passed before she turned, slightly, so that she was now in profile. Then, slowly, she parted her legs with her toes pointing inwards and then slightly bent her knees. She was the very image of a real toddler, as she seemed to be totally in a world of her own, staring intently ahead of her. As I inched a bit closer, I could see a distinct lump forming in the back of her already bulky diaper. What a sight. And then DISASTER! Whilst I was trying to get a better look, the floorboard beneath me creaked loudly and betrayed me. Nicole suddenly turned her face towards me, and I will never forget the look of sheer horror on her little face. Still maintaining her stance and with the dummy still in her mouth, her cheeks burned with a blush of deep red and her frightened little eyes met mine and for what seemed like an eternity we both stood like statues. With the shock and embarrassment of being caught spying, I let out a torrent of pee into my diaper. Nicole was standing there still making an enormous poop in her diaper, and I was standing there wetting mine! WOW! To be continued
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  8. Yvonne & Nicole 2 As we sat at the kitchen table chatting about the previous evening and about nothing in particular, Nicole drank two cups of coffee, and very now, and then she would open and close her thighs around the sodden bulk between her legs, as if to reassure herself of her secure, babyish state, and half closing her eyes with the sensual erotic pleasure she felt from the warm wetness. Although Nicole would quite happily have sat around in her wet diapers all day and continue wetting it, we both decided that a diaper change was due, and I was going to do the honors on this occasion, although Nicole changed her own diaper, most of the time. We made our way upstairs to the bedroom which we both shared, with Nicole in front of me, waddling like a real baby, her plastic pants swishing and rustling and her diaper now sagging down almost to her knees and putting a strain on the two diaper pins holding it up and making a loud squishing noise. As we entered the bedroom, she paused for a moment, parted her legs slightly and let out yet another gush of pee in her diaper! The coffee had obviously gone straight to her bladder. Before removing her wet diaper, Nicole always pleasured herself, and now she was feeling incredibly aroused. In no time at all, one hand was massaging the sodden bulk against her clitoris, resulting in a breathtaking orgasm. I pulled off her thick frosty clear plastic pants and then unpinned the diaper which was soaked from corner to corner, leaving a deep yellow stain, the result of several wettings throughout the night, not to mention the morning's offerings. I scurried Nicole to the shower. When Nicole came back from the shower, she went through the usual indecisiveness as to what sort of diapers she would change into. Although she wore diapers mostly around the house, she wasn't always a 'baby' and she frequently wore diapers outdoors too - going for walks, going shopping, and even wearing a diaper to work on occasion, so most of the time Nicole behaved like an adult, albeit wearing a diaper under her clothes. I also frequently wore both disposable and at times cloth diapers at home but rarely in public, preferring pull-ups though on most days- I just didn't have the same amount of courage as Nicole. In the three years that we have been together, we have amassed a huge collection of diapers - terry diapers, pre-fold cloth diapers, and a vast assortment of disposables and every type of plastic, and some rubber, pants imaginable. Nicole generally wears disposables in public underneath her jeans or loose-fitting pants, shorts, dresses or skirts, or sometimes just the diapers and plastic pants and a tee shirt or tank top around the house if she plans on messing herself, which she also does quite often, even while wearing cloth diapers which can be a chore to wash. This morning, however, we decided that we would get the grocery shopping out of the way and then enjoy the rest of the day, and Nicole decided to wear a disposable diaper to the supermarket. Nicole was beginning to develop a bit of diaper-rash, so I applied some barrier cream and then generously dusted her off with plenty of baby powder. Next came a Molicare super plus with a thick pad inserted inside, not just for extra absorbency but also Nicole's need to feel secure and babyish. Nicole wasn’t finished, she then got up crinkling her way to the dresser and opening up one of the drawers we keep our plastic pants in and selected a translucent yellow pair, for even more security while we are away. Perhaps here I should mention the different 'modes' of behavior which Nicole likes to act out on different days and different times of the day. As I mentioned before, she is often an adult, just wearing diapers. Other times she is in her 'baby' mode, when she likes to dress up in extra thick diapers, rompers, footed pajamas etc. and drink from her baby bottle and suck on her dummy, sometimes wearing ribbons in her hair and just looking plain adorable. Then there is her little toddler mode, when her ideal age regression is about two and a half, running around in bulging diapers and 'helplessly' wetting and messing them. And finally the 'little girl' mode, where she fantasizes about being a five or six-year-old, who is toilet trained but is still in diapers because she keeps on deliberately wetting and messing herself.
  9. Yvonne and Nicole 1 By After8 edited by DaddyRich (Yvonne’s POV) As I made my way along the leafy avenue of suburbia, I marveled at the fresh, crisp morning weather, plenty of sun and a perfect blue sky and looked forward to the weekend ahead. It wasn't going to be an exceptionally exciting weekend - the usual chore of grocery shopping, housework, this and that etc., but it was still glorious not having to commute into work and despite not having anything particular planned, it was still nice to have the time to relax about and see where the weekend would take me. I was just returning home after my morning swim at the local health spa. I like to get there early before the crowds and do several lengths of the pool at the local gym. I find this weekly routine so invigorating, and the exercise keeps my 30-year-old body perfectly trim. As I entered the front door, I could hear movements from the kitchen and smell the coffee pot brewing. It was still only about 9am, so I was a little surprised to see that Nicole had awoken and crawled out of bed. She stifled a yawn as she acknowledged my morning greeting, and her tired and worn facial features betrayed the party animal from the previous night. We had both been with friends celebrating a birthday at a restaurant and as usual finished quite late - with Nicole downing her usual concoction of three glasses of beer, half a bottle of red wine followed by a brandy. Nicole is a seasoned party goer and usually drank everyone under the table, so she wasn't completely knocked out this morning - she looked worse than she felt. The other big giveaway sign that hinted at a late night of drinking and dining session was the enormous bulge showing through her pajama bottoms - the two thick cloth diapers, complete with a folded soaker, and plastic pants. The only occasions when Nicole wet herself in her sleep was after consuming lots of beer etc. the previous night. The double thick diapers were absolutely necessary as she would pee copiously all through the night. But this was not the only reason for such precaution. As well as being an occasional bed wetter, Nicole was also a diaper lover and adult baby. The thick, bulky diaper and the crinkling of her thick plastic pants, made her feel so babyish and when it was soaking wet would make her feel extremely sexually aroused, usually to the point of at least one orgasm. As I entered the kitchen I gave her a gentle slap on her well-padded bottom and I got quite a thrill when I realized how heavy the diaper felt as it sagged inside her plastic pants. As she waited for the coffee to finish, she stood with her legs slightly parted, and I didn't have to guess that she was taking her morning pee in her already saturated diapers, without a care in the world, confident that nothing would leak, and reveling in the glorious warm wetness enveloping her entire lower regions, and the heaviness of the crotch of the diaper as it rubbed against her lower thighs, almost down to her knees. There was, of course, a very strong odor of a strange blend of both stale and fresh pee, which Nicole and myself had both accepted as quite an ordinary, everyday smell, even quite liking it. By the way, my name is Yvonne, and I am Nicole's lover. It was through Nicole that I too developed a diaper fetish, although I am not generally a big baby in the same was as Nicole. I generally wear for her benefit and personal convenience. As a matter of fact, I too am wearing protection, a simple pull-up under my yoga pants. I normally wear plastic backed disposables with soft plastic pants normally, for crinkle reduction, but didn’t really want to show a thickly diapered butt at the gym. Nicole is two years younger than me, although at 5'5" and with just a little 'puppy fat' looks much younger than her age. It could also be her peaches and cream complexion and her long black hair. I am 5'7" with long dark blonde hair which I keep swept back, sometimes I keep it in a ponytail. Although neither of us is manly or butch in any way, I am the slightly more dominant one, and I fulfill Nicole's fantasy of being a diaper-clad baby, toddler, little girl, adult diaper lover as often as is feasible.
  10. The Night Shift - Part 3 Original Author – Tatiana, edited by DaddyRich Thirsty Kirsty sang the ditty in her mind as she drained the tea (stewed as per hospital regulations, she thought). Pushing the table way and sprawling on her front again, she felt again the wet mess she had made. "Think" she told herself. In the cold revelation of morning with the routines of meals and charts underway she could scarcely believe she had consented to Paul treating her like this. "You wet your bed, you lie in it" she muttered. A practical solution had gone too far - she felt a twinge of paranoia, that the nurses were having their little joke on little Kirsty. She willed Barbara to return, sort her out and she could forget it all. She began to stretch her cramped muscles. "I need to get up" she thought. "Bathroom!" Sliding gingerly off the bed, the thick messy diapers sticking to her, she made her away around to the bathroom door. Standing, she was aware that she had to pee again. Determined to hold until reaching the bathroom, she staggered forward, the elastic cuffs and snug tapes impeding her gait. The door had been locked. There was another bathroom down the passage. Her clothes were in the laundry room. It was a choice of staying in her room, meekly sitting in her diaper, or braving the barely thinkable - to make her slow way to the main bathroom, bulging plastic pants for all to see. Not really expecting the First Lady to drop by that day, she made for the door, limbs loosening with the exercise. She needed to pee like yesterday. Tugging her t-shirt down and peering around the corner, her heart sank. The nurses station. "Can't stop me" she reasoned. "Tried it, worked fine, then went a bit far." Stepping out, the tell-tale crackle of all her plastic gave her away. Barbara looked up, put down her pen and came over. "Nice to see you up" she said, taking her by the hand. "Barbara, this is all wrong. I want the bathroom. I smell, and I feel like a freak." "No you don't" replied Barbara as she escorted Kirsty, not too roughly, back into the room. "Let's see if I can explain. Some control freak says I can't even clean myself" said Kirsty up on all fours onto the bed. "It was a bit rotten of Paul to diaper you after an enema" said Barbara, absently searching her pockets. "But consider the situation a bit more objectively. You lay in a soaking diaper for hours and didn't tear the place down. If Paul hadn't diapered you, you would have messed the bed." "I expected to be able to deal with it myself" said Kirsty. Barbara went to the window. "You've been here before. We have all your notes. You live alone, you work there, doing well, but we notice things. No one visits, the rare call, maybe. We are not only trying to manage your incontinence but address the real issues of what will make you feel secure, safer, cared for - happier." "Barbara, you crazy nurses think that self-actualization is achieved by sitting in a filthy diaper for hours?" Kirsty congratulated herself on that one. Barbara gave up her absent-minded pocket search and came back over to the bed. "The deal is this. Paul wrote it down in a care plan for you, and you can read it later. Give this a chance. Don't think ahead just yet, but use this opportunity to discover some important things about yourself. Ok?" She left abruptly. Trying to follow her, about to ask Barbara what the hell, Kirsty half rose and wet herself uncontrollably. Impassively, she checked for leaks - none. Back on the bed, she looked at herself as the hot pee squelched inside and across her skin. Pushing up her pillows, she slowly and with great deliberation sat upright in her own mess. Barbara returned and raised an eyebrow. Kirsty flicked on the TV remote. "Can't wait for the Attends commercial" she quipped. "Gave yourself away, you did" said Barbara, shaking down a thermometer. "You objected to the stinging of the enema fluid. That's like saying, oh, I don’t know that two people can't have sex because they have no bed. Anyway, I'll give you a bath later. You'll like that." After she'd gone, Kirsty slid back onto her tummy. Her bowels cramped again, and she emptied easily, the firmer stool pushing its way into the diaper. Her stiff knees were paining her, and she felt suddenly very sleepy. She took her meds and drifted peacefully to sleep once more.
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