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  1. My Agonizing Journey to Babyhood – 12 By: Heather23 Edited by: DaddyRich Chapter 12 – A leash and more humiliation from my Master Chris led me upstairs by my new leash. I was in wild anticipation of enjoying some great sex. He led me over to the bed. I must say the leash was very effective at controlling my movements. I was careful not to get out of step with Chris's movements. I obviously didn't want to struggle with Chris while he was holding my leash for fear that I would only hurt myself. I was entirely under Chris's control. Chris laid on his back and gently pulled me over to him with another tug of my leash. Chris instructed me to remove his pants. I knew what I must do next and almost by instinct began to lick his cock. I stopped to ask him a question to see if we could have conventional sex, but a quick tug on my leash put me back to work; sucking and licking Chris's cock. I didn't want Chris to come in my mouth and ruin my chance at having "regular (man on girl) sex." My desires seemed irrelevant. Chris had a firm hold on the leash and every time I let up ever so slightly, I felt the leash pull at my pussy lips and I quickly responded. I was being controlled by the little pacifier charm that at first looked so cute, but now controlled my every movement. Chris finally exploded in my mouth and instructed me to swallow every drop. He patted me on the head like I was a little dog. "My little girl performs very well at the end of her leash." "I should have had you pierced years ago." "Master, may I have permission to ask a question?" "Go ahead." "Would Master allow me to come? I am so horny." "Kim, that would be so wrong for a teenager to have real sex." "Did you already forget about your age regression to teen status?" "I thought you were smarter than this." I was irritated by Chris's response, but powerless under his control. I thought to myself that I would at least be able to pleasure myself this evening once Chris fell asleep. I would soon learn differently. Chris announced that it was time for bed. "Kimberly, I don't want to be bothered by you tonight, so I am going to take some measures to make sure you stay put and are diapered in case you need to use the toilet during the night." "The toilet...what toilet?" I asked. "You just want to hear me say it to you, don't you, Miss Kimberly." "Your toilet will be your diaper tonight and every night this week!" "You always liked the convenience of not having to get up during the night anyway." I blushed. His point was made. No sex for me unless I was able to sneak my hand down my diaper and do it myself. Oh! The life of a diaper slave... Chris went through the ritual of diapering me. He loved my shaved pussy, and he took extra time rubbing powder on me. It appeared that tonight I would be "treated" to cloth diapers. He took several diapers and slipped them under my bottom. He teased me, "Now that you have permanent diaper pins as tattoos, it is confusing to know which ones are real and which ones are tattoos." I found it interesting that he didn't undo my pussy leash while he diapered me. Instead, he placed the chain back between my legs so that it followed up my butt crack. He placed two diaper pins on each side of the cloth diapers, so they would stay put. He then showed me the plastic pants with my picture on the front and Baby Kimberly across the rear. "These little plastic panties got you in a lot of trouble today." "I thought it would be appropriate to put Kimberly in them so that she could properly 'enjoy' them through the night." My diapers and plastic pants were now in place. The end of the leash came up and out of my diaper at the small of my back. I felt well diapered, but sexually frustrated. Chris went on teasing me, "If you forget that you are my diaper slave, look in the mirror; your name is prominently displayed across your butt!" He put me in a little t-shirt that said Bebe and I thought I could now slip into bed. "Not so fast little girl!" Chris said. "I learned today that little Kimberly has a propensity to remove her diapers." "We don't want that happening tonight now do we?" Chris did something next that I was fearing. He put bondage mittens on my hands. I had worn these things in the past. They are absolutely awful, but effective. They look like two large leather ping pong paddles. However, my hands were locked inside the weird contraptions. With these bondage mittens locked on my hands, I would be powerless to do anything for myself. There would be no way to play with myself with these stupid paddles on my hands. There would be no way to remove my diapers. I would remain Chris's captive slave and sexually frustrated through the night. I frowned at Chris. Chris had me stand up in front of him and slowly turn, so he could see my new plastic pants to the fullest. He stopped me and grabbed the end of the leash that came out the back of my diaper and plastic pants. He gave the leash a quick tug. The chain was resting between my butt cheeks, but the end of the chain pulled at the little pacifier that was hidden deep within the folds of my diapers. I backed up to Chris in response to the pull. "Kim, this is too much fun." "I hope you are enjoying yourself too." he said with a sarcastic smile. "Miss Kimberly, will you please follow me to the foot of our bed." I had no choice controlled by the leash and moved to the foot of the bed. "Lay down on this blanket," Chris demanded. I got down on the blanket. "Kimberly, it wouldn't be right to have you sleep in the same bed as me, so you will sleep on the floor at the foot of my bed." "I am sure that you would agree that this is best for my little girl." I reluctantly went along and laid my head down on the blanket. Chris took the end of my pussy leash and I heard that all too familiar click as he locked the leash to the leg on the bed. I could hardly move with such a small chain. My hands were in bondage paddles. My toilet was between my legs in the form of several cloth diapers. My plastic pants said Baby Kimberly on the back and my picture was proudly displayed on the front. I was defeated, frustrated, humiliated, but in love. Before Chris went to bed he kissed my forehead and spent time patting my diapered bottom. This only added to my excitement and sexual frustration. "Sleep tight, my little girl." "Don't wake me in the night!" "You have everything you need." Chris launched one last jab before he laid down on the bed, "Don't forget to put the cover down on the toilet if you use it tonight." This was an obvious jab at me because I was always telling him to put the toilet seat down after using it. It would not be long until I tested the limits of my cloth diapers. I was able to drift off to sleep. To be continued…
  2. Wendy’s Week In Diapers – Part 9 I guess Wendy had a lot to think about because she didn't talk much the next morning as I put her into double cloth diapers and plastic pants (despite the fact they made a bulge in her dress) and locked her in the belt. She was withdrawn and uncommunicative as I kissed her goodbye. I watched her teeter down the hallway in her highest heels (that once again were tied in place), her slightly bulging behind adding an extra sway to her skirt that drew even more attention to her seamed stockings. If you were to pass close enough to her, you would have heard the rustle of fabric on plastic, and you might have caught the sweet, innocent fragrance of baby powder. She wasn't five minutes out the door before I was on the phone ordering her chastity belt from a custom supplier. As the morning worn on I began to wonder if I had gone too far. After all, this was supposed to be at least some fun for her. I need not have worried. She called me at 10:30. "The boss has asked me to lunch," she said in a voice husky from arousal. I knew she was reliving her diaper-date fantasy. "... it's a command performance. I just can't refuse." "So, go." I said flatly. I wanted to know what she was up to. "But I'll need a change by then." "I see. How do you suppose we arrange that?" Her voice got heavier. She was really getting off now. "I thought if you drove to the restaurant I could excuse myself to go to the ladies room and then meet you in the car for a quick change." I decided to be cooperative. As I packed up a diaper change my mind began to map out the scene, and immediately I discovered some problems. Our car was too small for changing an adult. On impulse, I called a buddy who had just bought a minivan. I dialed his home number by mistake and was just about to hang up, so I could call his office when a very nasal voice answered. It was Henry, alright, home sick in bed with the flu, and yes, I could borrow the van as long as I made a trip to the drug store for him while I had it. I felt an erection growing as I headed out the door. I got to the restaurant and parked the van beside the dumpster, reducing the likelihood of someone strolling by while Wendy and I were being intimate. Then I slipped into the restaurant and took a table near the entrance where Wendy would be sure to see me and where I could see the entire room. I told the waiters that I was waiting for someone and ordered a coke. It took her about 15 minutes to arrive, and you should have seen her face when she saw me. Of course, she knew she couldn't let on that she knew me and that was all the fun. As I watched her and her boss make their way to their table I studied her beautiful legs with their sexy seamed stockings. Her skirt did seem a little fuller but no one would have guessed she was in diapers. Yes, her shoes were in place. I fell in love all over again while I watched them engage in small talk and place their orders. She had a bit of a conversation with the waiter and then rose almost as soon as the serving staff had left. She managed to catch my eye and I knew it was my signal. I made my way to the back of the restaurant which, fortunately combined the hallway to the washrooms with the rear entrance. "Blue van." I whispered to her as I brushed past her. By the time she pulled open the large side door I had her diaper change all laid out, not to mention the neck stocks. Here eyes were glassy with arousal and unless she had used too much blush that morning her complexion revealed her anxious state. She glanced and the stocks and seemed about to say something but then just whispered. "Those fresh diapers look great! Let's get on with it." I had her lie down beside the fresh diapers and then guided her neck and wrists into the leather bands. That made her breath even more deeply. "Hurry," she said breathlessly, "we don't have long." With her now so deliciously immobilized it seemed a shame to have to hurry, but I still enjoyed myself. I undressed her like a doll, first pushing her skirt up around her torso, then releasing her garters and removing the garter belt. I decided to leave her stockings on to save time. She twisted her hips to help me gain access to the diaper lock and breathed a sigh of relief as it was released and removed. Then I peeled down the baby-like frosty plastic panties she had chosen and exposed her soaked diaper. The smell of hot pee immediately filled the van. It was like a perfume to me. I unpinned the diaper and pulled it away from her crotch. As I had guessed she was aroused to the brink of orgasm. To hell with the time factor, I thought as I ripped open my jeans. "No time." she whispered hoarsely and without conviction as my stiff member was cleared for action. It was one "no" that sure meant "yes". Her arms pulled against their leather bindings in orgasmic spasm as I entered her. She began to shudder as wave after wave of pleasure racked her body. My member, encased in her slick love tunnel, had found its own version of heaven and I knew my own orgasm was not far off. We came together in a tryst of grunting and moaning that was so powerful it was just as well that Wendy was bound. I lay on top of her for a minute and then withdrew. A glance at my watch told me we had already taken too much time. Wendy lifted her hips while I extracted the wet diapers and replaced them with the stack of dry cloth ones I had prepared. As soon as her damp bottom touched the dryness she moaned in pleasure and wriggled against the stocks a little, just to remind herself that she was about to be bound up in diapers again and there wasn't a thing she could do about it. I used four pins to fasten the diapers as tightly as possible and then used a snap-on pair of plastic panties to keep her clothing dry. She flexed her thighs against the bulk between her legs while I prepared her diaper belt. Again, she twisted to one side while I passed it around her waist and gave me the customary complaint about making it too tight, but there was still a gleam in her eye. I prepared her garter belt and put it around her waist. She had to hold each leg up in the air while I straightened her seams for her before fastening the stocking to the hungry little garter tabs. I replaced her skirt, using the chance to stroke her padded crotch. She moaned appreciatively, but I knew that time had become our enemy. I released the neck and wrist cuffs and helped her to sit up. She grabbed her purse and fussed with her make-up for a few seconds. "I swear its written all over my face!" "The diapers?" "No. The orgasms." Then she kissed me full on the mouth before fleeing out the van door toward the restaurant. I cleaned up the van and replaced my clothing. By the time I made my way back through the restaurant Wendy and her boss were deep in conversation. I made sure I passed by their table. Wendy was sitting a little back from the table with her legs crossed. The top of one stocking and a garter clasp were clearly visible, and it had not escaped the boss' attention. I was just in time to catch their conversation. "...a lady has to have her secrets." Wendy said coquettishly. "Any you obviously have a few." her boss remarked. I thought to myself, "don't push it, my friend. She's locked up tight and won't you be surprised if that skirt rides any higher". Wendy winked at me as I paid for my drink and left through the front door. On the way home I stopped at the drug store for Henry and then made a detour to the sex shop where I picked up Wendy's chastity belt. It had an oval metal plate that would cover her pubis and a series of fine chains to make sure it stayed snugly in place. It was perfect, and I knew it would be used a lot. I was really looking forward to Wendy's arrival that night. I sensed she was really aroused by the diaper punishment and I planned an evening of leaving her diapers fully exposed while I plied her with beer, so I could watch her wet herself. As fate would have it I got a call from the hospital at 3:30 and had to go in for a four-hour shift. At first, I thought of leaving the keys to Wendy's diaper lock with a note, so she could change herself. It would be interesting to see if she voluntarily put diapers on herself without being forced to. Then I thought about Wendy's stories of her diaper dates and decided that four hours wasn't that long and if things really got out of control she could call me and I would tell her where to find the keys. I had been called in to handle a teenage girl whose drug-induced behavior led her to compulsive masturbation. Her vaginal area was red and sore by the time she was admitted and no one thought it strange when I prescribed extra thick diapers and a diaper lock as the most humane way to prevent her from hurting herself. Watching that kid waddle around while she pulled and tugged at the diapers and heavy belt that held them on was a constant reminder of my wife and a real turn-on. To be continued……
  3. Wendy’s Week in Diapers – Part 6 From: Bytemine Edited by: DaddyRich Actually it took about 90 minutes. She was furious. "You know I can't teach in this condition!" she hissed, trying not to let the whole office know that something was wrong. "So cancel it!" "You know I can't. It's already 4:35!" "Just do your best, Wendy. But do take notes. I want to hear all about it." She hung up on me. She got in the door at seven. She wasn't mad anymore, she was back to begging to be let off. Her face was red and puffy, and I wondered if she had been crying. She headed straight for the bedroom. As she walked down the hall I could see small streaks in her stockings caused by dribbles from her diapers. By the time I got there she had stripped down to her diapers and a bra. "I want you to take this damned tube out of me," she pouted. "This isn't fun anymore. I've been wetting myself like a toddler for hours." I didn't say anything. I just took out the stocks and got them ready for her. She took one look at them and started to turn red. "You don't have to use those," she said while slowly shaking her head from side to side, "I'll be good." "It's a case of first things first." I said softly but firmly. She turned an even deeper shade of red and I thought for a moment that she was about to offer some serious protests, but then she just sighed and stepped into place, holding still while I fastened the neck and wristbands. I left her standing there while I laid out the diapers she would wear until morning. Feeling a little vengeful, I laid out four of the cloth diapers and then added a fifth, folded lengthwise, as a soaker down the middle. Then I had her lie down on this pile of pads while I went to work on the catheter. I had it out in a jiffy. A few seconds more and she was all bundled up for the night, flexing her legs, testing the thickness of her rubber-covered crotch. "It's too thick," she said in wonderment, flexing her legs a little more. I knew that voice alright. It was her horny voice. Time for my treat. She looked at her hands still locked in the cuffs of the stocks and then back at me. She was expecting me to release her. "Oh," she said, "silly me. I forgot about the diaper lock." She wasn't the only one! I had been so intent on getting the details about the health club that I had forgotten the retainer belt. Close call! I tried to conceal my surprise as I helped her to stand. I had it tight and snug in a minute and this time she looked a lot less enthralled with her diapers. "Now you can let me go!" she said playfully. "Nope. Not until I hear what happened at the health club, in glorious detail." The expression on her face collapsed. She stood in the center of the room, dressed only in bulging diapers, squeaky rubber panties and the absurd diaper lock belt, her hands held at the level of her shoulders by the wooden stocks. She pulled at her tethered hands and did a little dance of frustration. "Please. No. Don't make me! Just let me go!" I just smiled and shook my head. "You can tell me, or we can find something to encourage you with." "Like what?" she pouted, but a little suspicious too. "Like a suppository." Her eyes opened wide as she digested what I meant. She looked down at her bound loins and then toward her equally useless hands. We both knew she was helpless to stop me and I knew from things she had said earlier that Wendy had once accidentally soiled a diaper her grandma had made her wear, and it hadn't been a fond memory. "You wouldn't." she said without conviction. "I would." Wendy took a trial step or two. We both listened to her heavy rubber panties swish and rustle. She looked at the door. The stocks were too wide to let her pass through it. She slumped down onto the bed, sitting, with a big sigh. "I knew you weren't going to let me off. Okay. You win. Take the stocks off, and I'll tell you all about it." "First the story. Then the stocks come off, because if I don't like the story, you are going to have messy diapers by morning." "Just let me lie down." "Why?" "It's more comfortable, okay?" I helped her lie down, her head on the pillows. This is what she had to say: Wendy's (POV) I guess you've figured it out by now that I run hot and cold on this diapers thing. Sometimes it’s delicious, a private little bondage session that I take with me wherever I go. Other times it is sheer hell, like when I notice people staring at my seamed stockings and reacting to the rustling sounds from my diapers. I'm always worried that I'm blushing too much. I mean, how are you supposed to wet yourself while standing in an elevator full of people and not show it? Anyway, it's 4:15, and I'm beginning to curse your idea about tying my shoes in place, because my feet are killing me, when this courier turns up in my office. Problem is he just walked through the door without knocking. He caught me squatting down, having a pee. I was in front of my desk and facing the door, so he got a real eye full of my diapered crotch - or at least I'm pretty sure he did because he blushed pretty hard. Maybe he was staring at my garters. Anyway, we both got pretty red. I signed for the parcel and made sure the door got locked as I saw him out. I was pretty shaken. It could have been someone from the office. Like I said, I've been attracting a lot of attention lately. Anyway, as soon as I got the parcel open I saw your note. I got mad. So mad that I flooded my diaper. I was about to go to the washroom to change when I noticed the time. It was too late for anything but leaving for the club. I grabbed my purse and stuffed the tracksuit into my gym bag. I'm sure I was making sloshing sounds as I headed for the elevator. Just as I got out onto the street I began to leak. Just a little trickle running down the inside of my thigh. My stocking top took care of it, but I knew that if I peed much more I would be a sight. I guess it was then that I began to think about what was going to happen at the club, I mean, how I was going to handle things. I was pretty sure the changing room had toilet stalls, so I relaxed a little. Once I got to the club I ran to the locker room. I could feel more pee arriving in my diaper and I knew I was about to leak badly. You picked a great day to do this to me. Did you know that they were painting the toilet stalls and had taken all the doors off? That really floored me. I was so sure that I would be able to find a private place to change that for a minute I just stood there, peeing myself and wondering how to get out of this mess. Finally, I had no choice. It was change or leak. So I took the last stall and hoped no one would happen by. I got everything ready before I exposed anything embarrassing. A fresh diaper, new plastic panties, my tracksuit, the works. I took off my blouse and bra first. Then I cut the fishing line around my shoes and slipped them off. My stockings went next. Finally, I was down to my skirt and everything underneath it. I was about to slip my plastic panties off when I realized a pool of liquid had formed in the crotch. Since I couldn't let it splash on the floor I had to move all my stuff around, so I could sit on the toilet and hold the elastic open, so it could drain. I took off the plastic pants while still sitting down and only a few drops escaped. I got rid of the diaper pretty quick after that. I put it between the toilet and the wall, hoping no one would see it. I got rid of my skirt, took off my garter belt and then grabbed a fresh diaper. Have you ever tried to put one of those things on when you're standing? Just as I got it taped, I looked up to see a 12-year-old girl staring at me from just outside the cubicle. Her mouth was hanging open. "Is that a diaper?" she asked loud enough to wake the dead. I told her to get lost. As soon as she disappeared I regretted being rude. Now she was sure to tell her mother. But, let me tell you, I've never had a diaper that felt so good. It was warm and dry and comfortable -- there's nothing like it. Unless you have to go and stand in front of 20 people while you wear it! I got my plastic pants on and put a pair of loose jogging shorts (that I had in my locker) over them to keep the noise down. Then I put the tracksuit on, put away my stuff. Put my wet diaper in the trash and tried to get my nerve up. Everyone stared at me as soon as I walked into the room. My head told me it was because they've never seen me in a tracksuit. My fear told me it was because they all knew I was wearing a diaper. To be continued…….
  4. Wendy’s Week in Diapers – Part 4 By: Bytemine Edited by: DaddyRich The cloth diapers were a lot more bulky than the disposables, so it was just as well that I had rubber pants that were cut to cover them. Since the hospital had thoughtfully attached the keys for the locking waist and thigh bands I decided to use them instead of the retainer belt. Wendy was grateful. I made her wear her diapers, garter belt, stockings, heels and only a satin teddy for the rest of the night. She made quite a sight, peeling potatoes in that outfit. Every time she caught me looking at her, we both blushed. I made sure Wendy had lots of fluids, so she wouldn't have a choice about using her diapers. She didn't even grumble. From time to time Wendy would stop in mid-sentence or pause in whatever task she was performing. I knew she was wetting herself, and she knew that I knew. By the time we went to bed it was obvious that Wendy needed a change. The diaper hung from their pinning’s at her waist and she sloshed as she waddled around. She didn't resist when I put the stocks across her shoulders and she waited until she was securely fastened before she asked an inevitable question, "What do I do about a BM?" I marched her into the bathroom, stocks and all, and seated her on the toilet. She was flushed with embarrassment as she filled her diapers. I I left her alone for a while. Finally, she called for assistance and I saw to her needs. I allowed her to remove her garter belt, stockings and shoes. I removed her stocks and unlocked her rubber pants. I peeled the messy cloth diapers off of her. I had her step into the shower and cleaned her up with the handheld shower attachment. It was strangely intimate. A few minutes later she was dried off and safely bundled up in three more diapers and the rubber pants had been locked in place. She snuggled up to me eagerly. We didn't talk about the enforced diaper wearing, but I wasn't hearing any complaints either. The next day was Tuesday and the morning routine was the same as the day before but without the protests and pouting. Wendy left for her office wearing a single cloth diaper with some disposable doublers in the crotch. The retention belt was snugly on duty, and she wore black seamed stockings with reinforced heels. She hadn't been very happy about letting me tie her shoes on with fishing line but, as she later confessed, "since you control when I get fresh diapers, I guess I had better not complain too much". When she came home for her noon-hour change she reported that the cloth diapers were much more comfortable, and it was easier for her to predict their capacity. She seemed too much at ease with the idea of being in diapers, so I decided to drop my bombshell while she was still locked in the stocks. "Mike and Judy have asked us over tonight for dinner and cards." "Ok." she said without thinking and then looked at her waist as I began to fit the retainer belt. "Oh." she said suddenly, "You're going to make me wear diapers, aren't you?" I nodded. "I said you would be in diapers for a week and I meant every word." Just then I cinched the crotch strap unusually tight, eliciting a grunt from Wendy, so I don't know if she responded to my last idea or not. Wendy was looking very uneasy about the idea of visiting our friends while in diapers. "What's the difference? You go to work in diapers." "It's different," she pouted while she adjusted her stockings, "I have a private office. I can put a plastic bag on my chair to catch any leaks. I can close my door when I squat to pee. My office dresses have full skirts." "Whoa! Squat to pee?" I didn't understand what she meant. Had she found an escape route? She blushed deeply. "It's a trick I learned from when grandma made me wear diapers. If you squat down, as if you were peeing outside, your water will run into the seat of the diaper and be absorbed there. If you just stand still then the center of the crotch tries to handle it all and pretty soon you'll be leaking like a sieve even though most of the diaper is still perfectly dry. Since grandma wouldn't change me unless the back of the diaper was wet I had to find some way of making it wet. That's how I learned." "Fascinating. But it doesn't change my decision. You are coming with me, and you will be wearing diapers." She looked downcast, and I almost felt sorry for her. But then I remembered my resolve. "And do pick up some more seamed stockings on your way home from work." Wendy hadn't convinced me to cancel my plans for the evening, but she had started me thinking about a few more problems and some interesting solutions. I decided the ultimate humiliation for Wendy was to lose all control of her water. Being a medical student I didn't have to look very far to solve that problem. It meant another trip to the hospital, but I had a growing list of supplies to pick up. I especially wanted to visit the supply cupboards in Geriatrics. By the time I got home and had my treasure safely stowed our bedroom was beginning to look like a hospital treatment room. My visit to the Geriatrics department had yielded not only a better disposable diaper - one that looked like a Pampers and had the same paper lining -but a couple of catheters and a very efficient blindfold. When Wendy got home she was sullen and uncooperative. She didn't want me to put the stocks on her and I had to threaten to take her along in wet diapers to make her see things my way. Once she was secured I put the blindfold on her. She tensed up and started to complain, so I strapped a feeding gag into her mouth. Since I couldn't risk having her react suddenly to my latest bit of therapy I had to secure her feet. Two discarded stockings did the trick nicely. By the time I had finished she was immobilized, very suspicious and quite anxious. The nice thing about a catheter is that it is designed to be tamperproof. Once it is in place the wearer needs a syringe to deflate the balloon in the bladder that will allow extraction. My plan was simple: by putting a catheter in Wendy she would lose all control of her urine and be forced to change herself while at our friends' house. If they got suspicious I planned to hint at a severe bladder infection. Of course Wendy would have to carry quite a few spare diapers and devise some manner of disposing of the used ones. When I had everything ready I told Wendy to relax. There was nothing she could do to stop me from doing what I wanted and being tense would only make things worse for her. I don't think my speech did much good, but it made me feel better. Then I leaned on her pelvis, trying to keep it still, while I fitted the lubricated end of the catheter to her urethra. At the first touch at so sensitive a place she squirmed, bucked and squealed into the special gag but otherwise did nothing to slow me down. It went in easily and a few seconds later I had the internal balloon inflated. Wendy couldn't tamper with it now. I removed her gag and blindfold. She was spitting mad. "What have you done to me! It hurts like hell!" She was staring down at the slim white tube that protruded from the most sensitive part of her anatomy. "It's a catheter, dear. It means you have no control of your pee. You'll go to Judy's in diapers, and you can change yourself whenever you want." "You bugger! Take it out!" she hissed. "I would be more polite, if I were you. Only I know how to take it out. You can't just give it a good tug, you'll damage your insides. It will stay in as long as I deem it prudent." She was glaring at me as I finished putting an Attends on her (I wanted her to be uncomfortable, at least for the first few hours) along with a pair of pink plastic pants. I then began releasing her. "But I should remind you of one little detail. You'll find that an orgasm is just too painful to mention. So you should forget masturbation while in this condition." Wendy leaped off the bed and flew out of the room. I found her in the bathroom, holding open the waist of her diaper and staring down at the appliance nestled inside her. She gave me a foul look, so I left her alone. For the next hour, as we both got ready for the evening, she wouldn't say anything to me. I noticed she was still wearing her seamed stockings under a full, casual skirt. Her shoes were still tied on from that morning and since she didn't ask to have them off I didn't volunteer. While she did her make-up in the bathroom I laid out on the bed what I thought she would need by way of diapers and supplies. To be continued…..
  5. Wendy’s Week in Diapers – Part 5 From: Bytemine Edited by: DaddyRich By the time she came to the den a few minutes later the starch had left her. She was back to begging for leniency. "But they'll know. They'll find out. I can't face them!" I was ready for that line and told her about the bladder infection. She thought about that for a while and left without saying a word. We met at the door. She was carrying her largest purse, and it was bulging. She would have to keep it closed, or her secrets would be on display. There was a funny look in her eye that made me wonder if she hadn't discovered the erotic aspects of the evening. In the car she confessed it. "I seem to be peeing all the time." she said quietly, without warning. "I know. I planned it that way." There was a pause, and she shifted on the seat as if uncomfortable. "Don't get me hot. It really hurts when I get hot." I smiled to myself. Maybe I could talk Mike into showing a blue movie or two. It didn't take long during dinner for Judy to tune into the strange electricity between Wendy and me. She kept looking at each of us and Wendy occasionally squirmed, adding more clues. Mike and I took our brandy to the living room while the girls cleaned up. I knew that Wendy would come under some intensive questioning in the kitchen and I cursed the fact that I couldn't hear them. Mike had had a few too many glasses of wine, so he wasn't aware of anything strange going on, at least until Wendy made her dash for the bathroom. We saw her, gasping, run through the living room, pausing only to pick up her enormous purse. Her cheeks were flaming red, and she didn't make eye contact with anyone. The bathroom door closed with a slam just as Judy came into the living room, wiping her hands on a dish towel. "What is her problem?" she said sincerely. "I don't know what you mean." I said coyly. Judy looked at me like I had just claimed to be Henry VIII. "Give me a break. The woman has been acting strange since she got here, not to mention the fact that she is wearing her highest heels and opera hose under a casual skirt. “What are you doing to her?" I wanted to tell Judy everything but there is a strong taboo about kinky sex, and I wasn't sure where Mike and Judy stood on the issue. I decided to play it safe. "Wendy has a unique form of bladder infection. Part of the treatment is that she has a catheter inserted, to relieve stress on her bladder, and therefore must wear a diaper to take care of the resulting incontinence." Mike's head snapped up. "You mean she is wearing a diaper?" I nodded. Judy looked thoughtful. "Oh, how horrible for her, but it explains a lot." Both Mike and Judy seemed to be content with that much of an explanation. By the time Wendy reappeared from the bathroom all eyes were on her, and somehow I think she knew that I had spilled the beans somewhat. "What are you all staring at?" she said with crimson cheeks. "Uh, nothing." Judy said. "Why don't you come and help me with dessert?" I had never heard a more thinly disguised invitation for "girl talk" and again I cursed the fact that I couldn't hear every word of it. Nonetheless, I strained to catch occasional phrases and words from the kitchen. The next hour was pretty boring. I knew that Wendy had taken at least three glasses of wine and obviously had forgotten the fact that every drop of it was destined for her diapers. We started a game of cards and I began to watch my wife very carefully. What sort of diaper was she wearing? One of the itchy Attends or one of the somewhat unreliable cloth diapers? There was no doubt that she was wet but how wet? From time to time Wendy would squirm on her chair. I knew what was troubling her and from the expression on Judy's face it was no longer a secret amongst the women. Finally, Wendy excused herself and Judy followed her without a word of comment. "What's going on?" Mike asked through his alcoholic fog. "I think the ladies are attending to feminine matters." I said as I wondered if Judy had learned the truth yet. The click of the bedroom door closing was all the answer I needed. On the way home Wendy was strangely silent. I had a hundred questions to ask, but I knew she would be more cooperative once confined in the unyielding embrace of the neck stocks. I took command as soon as we got through the door. Once she was safely immobilized, her sodden cloth diaper and plastic panties exposed, I began my interrogation. "You and Judy seemed to spend a lot of time together tonight." I said carefully. She was lying on the bed, her diapers exposed. I was laying out three cloth diapers to keep her dry during the night. She was anxious for a change. "Never you mind about that. Just let me get on with being comfortable and then let me get some sleep." "Come now," I teased, "surely you don't expect me to settle for that as an explanation of your trip to the bedroom together?" Wendy looked away. Dressed as she was, and helpless to do anything about it until I took out the catheter, it was her only possible gesture of avoidance. "She knows a lot." "The truth?" "Which one? The medical explanation or reality?" "I want to know if you told her the real reason why you are in diapers." She closed her eyes, a sure sign of a true confession. "I told her everything." "Everything?" She suddenly stared at me. "Everything! And you'll be pleased to know that she approved and even asked me a lot of questions about the whole diaper scene!" That sent my head spinning. I didn't say much as I bundled Wendy up for the night in three cloth diapers and a pair of snap-sided heavy rubber pants from the hospital. I released her from the stocks, and she waddled across the room. The rubber squeaked and crackled. I'm sure she threw me a dirty look as she got into bed. We snuggled up together. I could tell from the way she wanted to be cuddled that she really wasn't sore at me over the catheter. I ran my fingers past the crotch band of the rubber pants to find a dripping love tunnel. "I thought it's hurt to get horny?" I asked as she began to kiss my chest. "Not if you coat the catheter with some lubricating jelly." she said between love bites. "And how did you discover that?" I asked suspiciously. "Judy," she mumbled, "showed me. Had a catheter a few years ago. In for six months. Had to get some relief. Finally, found a way." By now we were both pretty steamed, so I unsnapped her rubber pants, unpinned one side of the diaper and slipped into her. It was wild, crazy and strange and we both loved it. After we caught our breath I pinned the now damp diapers back into place. "I want a change!" she pouted as she stuck her thumb in her mouth. "Too bad." I said in my best father-like tone, "you are being punished, remember?" Wednesday starts here. The next morning, Wednesday, Wendy wasn't so turned on. She begged, pleaded and promised me the world if I would just take the catheter out and let her go to work in normal clothes. But I wasn't having any of it. Watching my beautiful wife go through her morning routine wearing just a white silk blouse, her diapers and plastic panties, a garter belt, seamed stockings and high heels was something I'll never forget. The more she got flustered and the more she complained, the more determined I was not to let her out of her diapers sooner than promised. Finally, she gave up and began to pack a lot of Attends and some of the Pampers-like disposables I had brought home from the hospital. "Disposables?" I asked, "I thought they made noise and were uncomfortable." She was squatting down on the floor as she tried to stuff another adult disposable diaper into her briefcase. She didn't turn her head to reply. "And what am I supposed to do with wet cloth diapers in the ladies' room at work?" I didn't reply to that. I just saw her off with a peck on the cheek and went to the study to think about things. I decided I missed the retainer belt and the fact that it forced Wendy to come home on her lunch break. The catheter was handy, but it did have its drawbacks. I needed some good ideas. They weren't long in coming. First, when the health club called looking for a last-minute aerobics instructor I volunteered Wendy to teach at 5 p.m. that night. I knew that Wendy always kept a spare set of leotards in her closet at work, but she wouldn't be much interested in wearing something that tight-fitting tonight. So I wrote a note to my dear wife, packed up her loose-fitting tracksuit in a box put her office address on it and called a quick messenger service. Sooner or later the phone was going to ring. To be continue..........
  6. Sara's and Karen’s Night By: Gee Edited By: DaddyRich She was a little bit afraid to indulge herself but couldn’t really help it. The room was busy with people coming and going. What the hell, she thought. Who will know? She relaxed and sat back into the cushions of the couch. She could feel the trapped steam rise around her bottom. The hiss of the drink dispenser covered the sound. I had better go home and change, she thought to herself. These won’t take another hit. “Sara, I didn’t know you were here?” Her co-worker from the cubicle next to hers spotted her and made a beeline to her. She had to get out of there. “I was just leaving. Can we talk later? I’ll miss my ride.” “Don’t worry about a ride, Sara. I’ll give you a lift.” Maybe she could make it. “Ok, Karen. But we should leave right now.” Karen paused half way into her seat. “Alright.” She straightened back up with a puzzled frown. “My car is in the garage. Let’s go.” Sara suspected that Karen had a thing for her. She seemed to find a way to touch and rub Sara in a not so casual way. Karen’s gaze was too significant for casual comfort. Sara played dumb and ignored her but still felt the heat. She just wasn’t inclined for girl to girl romances. She had her own way of getting off. At least she was happy with her choice of lifestyle as it was. Oh, well, she thought. I’ll get a free ride home. The wind and rain smeared the windshield with the ineffective wipers beating a tempo to the music on Karen’s radio. Karen peered through the fogged up glass. “Damn, it’s tough to see out tonight.” The road widened and Karen visibly relaxed. With a big smile she turned to Sara. “We’ll be home in a flash.” Sara gasped as Karen reached over and tucked her hand in her crotch. “What have we here? What’s all the padding and plastic about?” “Karen, I’m having my time of the month. I’m flowing like a river.” If only she knew. Karen slowly lifted her hand. “Sorry, dear. I didn’t know.” She smiled her crooked smile as she looked back to the road. “I’ll help you change when we get to my house.” “My house, Karen. I’m too much of a mess.” “Don’t worry. I’ve got pads.” “Ok, but I’ll need to borrow some undies. Mine are sure to be stained.” If she only knew how they were stained. In Karen’s bathroom Sara lifted her skirt up to her waist and tucked the hem under her chin. The clear plastic pants sagging with the yellowed diapers surrounding her hips were plainly visible in the full-length bathroom mirror. She smiled as she squeezed her hand against her crotch flooding the cooling pee up the crack of her ass making her wish for a leisurely come in her own bed. “You OK in there,” Karen shouted through the door. “I’ll be out in a minute.” Sara kicked off her shoes, pulled the plastic pants down her shapely legs to her knees, and quietly separated the velcro tabs holding her custom made diapers to her hips. She squeezed the bulk of the urine out of them over the toilet. Still very wet the cooling diapers were then placed in her crotch of her plastic pants and pulled to her hips. Placing the cold compress of wet fabric made her gasp as she reattached the snaps on the plastic pants against her damp hips. She checked for any flagging fabric of the diaper and then dropped her skirt over the infantile bundle. Closing her eyes, she leaned against the sink to let her racing heart calm down. She turned and came face to face with Karen holding a pair of panties in her hands. Her jaw was slack and the whites of her eyes were visible around her pretty brown irises. “I’m sorry. I should have knocked.” “Karen, what did you see?” “Everything.” She reached to Sara’s skirt and lifted the hem exposing the yellowed evidence. “What gives?” Sara considered her answer in light of the fact that she was exposed for the child she was. Could she trust Karen to keep her mouth shut? Sara could see her private world collapsing around her. “Please don’t tell. Karen, I’ll do anything.” “I won’t tell if you come clean with me.” A gleam appeared in Karen’s eyes as she studied the damp bundled bottom. “I’ll need to change you, if it’s ok with you.” “I have to wear them. It’s a medical thing.” “Seems pretty erotic to me.” Karen was grinning from ear to ear. “Well, that too.” “Can I play?” Sara nodded her head letting her blond hair fall over her blushing cheeks. The door to Sara’s bedroom swung open to a noticeable scent of stale urine mixed with baby powder. Karen rubbed her nose and smiled at Sara. “Somebody needs to do a wash.” “You can leave anytime you want. You’re the one who wanted to come play.” “I’m kidding.” Karen cleared her throat. “I’ll be good.” Karen undid Sara’s skirt. It dropped to the floor exposing the diapered bottom. Karen reached out and palmed the slippery plastic. “This is so hot. It’s turning me on.” “Me too.” Karen dipped her hand under the elastic at Sara’s waist to slide against her smooth and silky nether lips. The smell of urine was mixed with a heady musky odor of female lubrication. Sara was leaking like a faucet into Karen’s palm. Sara flipped her top off over her head. She unsnapped her bra with a practiced one-hand grab bouncing her puckering breasts free to the open air. Karen bent and sucked one rosebud nipple into her mouth and tongued it to a glazed point of arousal. Sara felt Karen’s fingers tickle her erotic center of her cunt shooting waves of pleasure through her middle. Her knees threatened to buckle. “On the bed,” Sara pleaded. Karen danced out of her clothes and jumped on Sara savagely kissing her. Karen sucked Sara’s mouth and pierced her teeth with her teasing tongue. Sara tentatively touched the tip of her tongue to Karen’s exploring the sensation. Karen gently sucked then pulled Sara’s tongue into her mouth. Sara responded by diving into Karen’s wet mouth probing for the now elusive and playful prize. Karen’s naked sex was humping against Sara’s diapered bottom. Karen reached between her own legs and slathered her hand through her lips quickly frothing her issue. A hissing sound brought Karen’s attention back to Sara’s diaper. “Did you just do what I thought you did?” The plastic against Karen’s cunt was hot and steamy. “Yes, Mommy.” “Mommy will have to change you but first Mommy has got to get off.” “Me too.” Sara closed her eyes and arched her back. Her hand was a busy blur under her diaper. She caught her breath and moaned her delight as she jerked her hips in time to her release. Karen was impressed with Sara’s abandon. “My turn.” Sara jumped off the bed and rummaged in her bedside drawer. She grabbed a diaper and plastic pants and held them up for Karen to see. “Your turn.” “Really?” “Really.” Sara placed the open diaper under Karen’s raised hips. She pulled them through her steaming crotch. Placing the tabs together she sealed the velcro against her hips. She then fitted the plastic pants over her feet and pulled them up to her lifted bottom. She lingered over the erotic package massaging the diaper against Karen’s butt and sex. Karen shyly fingered the bundle getting use to the new sensation. “I can’t describe how this feels.” “To get the full effect, little girl, you have to wet them.” Sara sat down on the bed squishing her wet diaper next to Karen’s ear. “But that would be wetting them on purpose.” “Exactly. You will be a naughty girl and will love every minute of it. The rush you get is doing it on purpose. It is incredible. It might take a little concentration the first time, but after that, you might never want to go back. I didn’t. I want to use my diapers all the time. I’m constantly hot. If you’re lucky, you will be too.” Karen started to grin. “Here goes nothing.” Her face turned red with strain. “I can’t let it go.” Karen’s look of concentration was replaced by one of surprise. “Oh, shit!” “Don’t strain or you will poop your diaper.” “It’s too late now. Feel this.” Karen rolled on her side reveling a lump in the seat of her diaper. Sara gently massaged the lump into Karen’s crack. “Now that you’ve started you might as well finish.” Sara held her hand over Karen’s bottom and felt the hot mass passing under her palm. “Here comes the flood.” Karen blushed as the urine stream jetted into the messy diaper. “God, that feels strange. But wonderful.” The two stared at each other and then began to laugh. “Who’s the baby now?” asked Karen as she felt the plastered mess in her diaper against her hot bottom. She lifted the elastic and gazed at her soaked state. “What the hell?” She put both hands in her diaper and squirmed her butt on the bed. Sara bent over and licked each breast in turn leaving them tight with nipples erect. She cupped her hand over Karen’s and took over the button-buzzing job as Karen kneaded her throbbing tits. Karen arched her back and blasted more poop into her diaper as she thrashed in her orgasm. Sara patiently wiped Karen’s messy bottom with the baby wipes until it was shiny clean. She powdered her wetting area and diapered and covered her with plastic pants. Karen was absently running her fingers over her nipples as she was placed back into baby pants security. “Karen, I have to wear diapers at night and choose to during the day. My night wetting began to be a problem when my periods started which I finally solved with diapers. My mom let me wear them and my dad finally accepted them. I was waking up in a wet bed three or four nights a week. After I started wearing diapers, I was wet every night. Sometimes I would wake up in the morning dry and would intentionally wet them before I got out of bed. When I let myself wet them, I came so hard I couldn’t quit. If felt so good. I would even wet them after I woke up wet and would have an incredible come. “For me diapers are addictive. It was only a matter of time before I started sneaking diapers on during the day. I wet whenever I felt like it until I couldn’t tell anymore when I would have to go. My bladder is so untrained that I probably have to wear them all the time now. I tried to go without them a couple of times and ended up wetting my pants. “You discovered the other problem. When you wear diapers to wet them, poop happens.” Sara looked at Karen’s diapered adult form with admiration. She was a well endowed with a trim figure and was a very pretty girl. “Don’t be grossed out, but I’m about to fill my very wet diapers. And you get to change me. Remember?” Karen raised her eyebrows but broke into an engaging smile. “Who am I to say don’t do poop in your diapers?” Sara bent her knees to widen the crotch area for full catching effect. Karen watched the diaper and plastic pants expand dangerously. “Now it’s your turn to change me.” Sara laid down on the changing table and handed the wipes to Karen. Later that night Sara lay snuggled against Karen. She was aware of the diapered copy of herself sleeping next to her. Each was cupping the other’s sex inside the diaper. Sara dozed fitfully sensing the erotic potential of Karen’s handy enthusiasm. With Karen’s hand in her diaper, Sara knew that there was a potential for leakage. Oh, well, she thought as she drifted off to sleep. Karen felt the dam break but continued to hold Sara’s cunt lips together. The fountain worked its way up Karen’s arm and dripped on the sheets between them. Most of the urine stayed in the diaper. What little that dripped out between them Karen dabbed a dry diaper in the puddle soaking up what she could. The strong sent of urine perfumed the air. Karen smiled as she pushed her bladder to release into her diaper. “It does get easier,” said Karen to the night air as her flood settled around her wrapped cunt and ass. Sara smiled in her sleep and hugged Karen to her. Karen made room for Sara’s head under her chin and relaxed into a peaceful slumber. The End
  7. Candy's Need - Prequel Part 3 – The End Original by Gee Edited by: DaddyRich As she became aware of her surroundings, she felt cold glass mashed against her breasts and face. She had caught her balance against the mirror in her near unconscious orgasmic response. She grabbed the towel and wiped up her legs and her wet slit. She lingered with the towel pressed against her naked lips and squirted a small stream into the wadded up fabric. Tossing the towel into the washer she turned it on. If she was going to bypass use of the company bathroom she had to use the adult disposable diapers. There were a few left in the trunk. These had to be tighter than her nighttime bulk, so she taped the medium-sized Attends closely to her bottom. The pamper-like plastic backed product would do the job on her bladder control project. She stuffed an extra diaper in her oversized bag to allow her to change at her lunch break. For disposal of the wet one, she threw in a plastic bag. Even though the plastic coating of the Attends was supposed to be waterproof, she still slipped on a pair of tight baby blue rubber pants over the diapers. The baby blues would help catch leakage and muffled the crackle of the plastic coating. She pulled the diaper and rubber pants away from her waist and squirted baby oil down onto her exposed naked cunt lips. Squirting some on her palm, she reached her hand into her diaper and messaged it in. She finished by powdering down the inside front of her diaper with baby powder. The snap of her elastic puffed out a billow of white as she released her adult baby pants against her stomach. She pulled on her pantyhose to further compress the diaper to her skin. She decided that the pleated skirt would hide any noticeable lumps. As she turned slowly in front of the mirror, she smiled to think that no one would know that she was wearing a diaper right under their unsuspecting noses. When Candy arrived home that night, she felt her stomach begin to cramp. She quickly backed the car into the garage and activated the automatic door closer. She stayed in the car and pulled up her skirt to see if the diaper had done its job on the heavy wetting she had done while in traffic on the way home. Her pantyhose was damp to the touch but didn't appear to have soaked through to her skirt. She pulled her skirt up over her hips and worked the pantyhose down and then off her legs. She stretched her legs to relish the cool freedom of naked dampness. She pulled off her top and unsnapped her bra adding them to the clothes she gathered in a pile on the seat. Her breasts tingled erect to the cool garage air. She cupped each breast in turn tonguing the warm bud of her nipples. She spread her legs and strained her bowels against the tight wetness of her diaper. She could feel the hot mass squeeze into the crack of her ass. She gritted her teeth and strained again adding bulk to her growing pillow. She could feel her bowels ache to be emptied. She needed more room to completely evacuate her bowels. So she got out of the car and quickly stripped herself of the tight pantyhose. Candy leaned over the hood pressing her breasts to the cold metal. Standing with her naked legs spread she was able to splatter her aching bowels into the soaked and messy Attends. As she fully relaxed her bowels, she could hear the wet popping of the heavy load releasing from between her spreading ass checks. Her bladder emptied through the overfull warm diaper and distended rubber pants and leaked down her legs to splash at her feet. She dumped her clothes in the basket by the entry door. As she reached for the plastic bag in her purse, her bowels spasmed and again released a hot stream into her compressed diaper. Her rubber pants were more than full. Some of it began to run down her legs. She let her bowels empty carefully letting the overflow run onto the floor of the garage next to the drain. She stacked her discarded clothes on a shelf and turned the hose onto the floor washing the brown river down the drain. She then turned the hose on her legs. She tugged the wet mass down her legs with one hand as she turned the hose on her ass cheeks. Separating the rubber pants from the Attends, she gathered the day's diapers into the bag and tossed the lot into the garbage. To clear off the mess down the drain and to the sewer she ran the hose for several minutes. The cooling breeze of her movement sent a shiver through her body as she walked to the shower. She adjusted the water temperature and focused the nozzle so that it aimed its spray onto her sensitive bud. She gasped and found herself humping her hips in time to her climactic release. Her legs began to quiver and collapse letting her slide slowly into the bottom of the shower. She let the pulsing shower message her into a drowsy stupor. When she got out of the shower, she thought to herself: My boss didn't even notice that I wasn't using the bathroom. Oh, well, I had my fun. She stood naked in the middle of the bedroom drying herself. All day long she had drunk coffee and tea maintaining an almost continuous dribbling of urine in her diaper. Now that she was home she went to the kitchen and quickly downed a glass of water. She opened a beer and sipped on it as she rummaged through her fridge. The thought of a warmed bottle of milk for dinner appealed to her, but she was out of milk. So she filled one with beer. While nursing her cold beer, she lazily brushed her fingers over her erect nipples with one hand and tantalized her clit with the other. She snuggled into the pile of pillows imagining herself at the bottom of an oversized playpen. She sucked at the beer and lazily stretched. She cuddled the baby bottle against her cheek. She closed her eyes and dozed contentedly in her crib. She awoke sometime later and found the rubber nippled bottle against her mouth. She opened her lips and pulled the nipple into her mouth. She let the tepid fluid trickle down her throat. She was aware that her bladder began to shrink in sympathy to the trickle of beer washing into her stomach. She hesitated in her sucking to concentrate on holding her bladder closed. She wanted to wet in her diapers but was completely naked on her bed. I'll have to hurry, she thought, or I'll soak my pillows. She quickly grabbed a pair of frosty clear plastic pants, this time, and pulled them on over her naked bottom. I'll just release enough to stay comfortably full, she thought. She relaxed, and her pee flooded into the plastic pants. It hissed against the plastic until she could control her bladder muscles and make it stop. Even then her pee came out in little squirts until she was able to clamp her bladder sphincter shut. She stood up and was appalled at how much she had peed. The plastic pants were sagging with her warm flood. As she walked, the wave action of her amber issue tickled her bottom. She cupped her hand under her crotch and washed the river of pee up her crack and over her buttocks. The warm sensuality of her golden liquid made her quiver in anticipation of another cum. She rubbed her clit through the plastic as she paced. The sensation of hot pee washing over her cunt lips caused her to stop and concentrate on her finger play. As she diddled herself, the plastic pulled slightly away from her thigh and crotch allowing a stream of hot pee to track down her leg. She stepped up onto the open toilet and pulled the elastic away from her pussy. A stream of yellow gold jetted from her plastic pants and splashed into the bottom of the bowl. She reached inside the wet plastic and slipped her finger to her pulsing bud. Her vagina was weeping hot lubricating fluid onto her fingers to further her slipping activity through her slit. The aroma of the plastic wet with her pungent urine sent her over the edge. She sagged against the toilet as she jolted to her climax. Her bladder opened and emptied into her plastic pants in response to her pulsing cum. I'll never need a normal sex life, she thought. I come so hard with my baby pants and diapers on that I don't seem to be able to control my bladder. I can’t imagine wanting to give up my diaper needs. Unless I can find someone who will diaper me, I will have to take care of myself. Later she used a damp wash cloth to clean herself up. The gush of urine that issued in response to the hot wash cloth against her cunt sent a quiver through her still quaking vaginal muscles. I didn't even try to pee, she thought. Oh, well, I'll just have to use diaper protection where ever I go. She smiled to herself. There could be worse lots in life. She gathered her diapering paraphernalia and carried the bundle into the bedroom. She lay back and gently massaged a warm coating of baby oil over her naked baby bottom. She followed the oil with a generous powdering and pinned three fluffy diapers snugly to her pussy and buttocks. I'll wait to put on the plastic pants a little later, she thought. The dry diaper was a treat. The sweaty dampness of the enclosed rubber had its own appeal, but now the feel of comfortable dryness was a pleasant change. Candy relished her freedom to release her liquid gold into diapers. However, soaked blankets were a pain to clean, and so she reluctantly slipped her plastic pants off of the dresser and under the covers. She squirmed around under the blankets pulling her crinkly plastic pants over her diapers. Sighing contentedly, she stuck her thumb in her mouth. As she drifted off to sleep, she palmed her puffy labia through the soft fabric and thought, I'll be wet in the morning. She smiled to herself. Every morning and I'll enjoy every damp drop. The End
  8. Candy's Need - Prequel Part 1 Originally written by Gee for Wetset Edited by: DaddyRich This is Candy's story of how she started her adult diaper life. Candy laid her head in her hands and groaned. Day to day pressures were beginning to take its toll. Her head felt as if it was going to split, she had a doozy. If I could only stop worrying about my job, she thought, I wouldn't get these headaches. I have to take my mind off that insensitive boss of mine. I'll bet I could have him busted for sexual harassment. Why can't he leave me alone? He can't fire me for having to take a pee. I can't help it if I have a small bladder. Sucking in her waist she was able to dip her hand under her belt into her pants and felt the crotch of her bikini briefs. The cotton triangle under her probing fingers was damp as usual. When I have to go, I have to go. I'll either make to the bathroom or I'll wet my pants. I don't have a choice in the matter. Maybe a wetting accident would make him believe me. She smiled to herself. I remember how I solved a bathroom problem while I was in high school. I didn't use the toilet. I just peed in my pants, or rather, in my diaper. The toilets stunk and didn't flush half the time; so I wouldn't use them. Maybe the toilet not working was just an excuse because I remember I liked my diapers. Her headache was going away. Just thinking about my wetting makes me feel better, she thought. I still have my diapers. I wonder what it would feel like right now to cozy up in bed with a warm diaper tucked around my ass. I still have a puny bladder, she thought. Three beers and I'm out, or rather, wet. I don't care. In fact I get a rush from peeing my pants. Her cheeks flushed as she contemplated a return to adult baby pleasures. Why not, she thought. Who will it hurt and who will ever know? The box of her diaper stash was in the closet. I'll just look at them, she thought. The baby oil, baby powder, cloth diapers, disposable diapers, rubber and plastic pants, pins, and baby wipes were stacked neatly in the brown cardboard box just as she had left them. There were her favorite baby bottles and even a bib for a big baby. There were adult sized disposable diapers still in their store wrappings. As she gazed at the erotic contents, she caressed the fluffy fabric to her face smelling the faint aroma of baby powder. A tingling sensation centered in her crotch. A slippery dampness began to leak from between her cunt lips as her nipples puckered. These still turn me on, she thought feeling her heart begin to pound. I'll just pull them on just to see how they look. She kicked off her jeans exposing her panties wet from her leaking hot box. The nipples of her breasts were throbbing points under her T-shirt. As she glanced at herself in the mirror, she ran her fingers through the matted dark triangle. This won’t do. Maybe a little trim, she thought. She grabbed her scissors and gently snipped at the curly bush between thighs. How's that? She turned to admire her trim in the full length mirror. She pulled the T-shirt up exposing her brown nippled white orbs. She massaged her tits as she frowned at her scissoring attempt. Not enough, she thought. I'll shave it a little away from my legs. Dropping the T-shirt over her aching breasts, she squirted the shaving lather onto her palm and slathered it into the crease between her leg and pubic mound. I'll just lather the whole thing and shave around my lips, she thought. The cooling lather shaved easily away. The slippery wetness between her lips was becoming a river of lubricating juice. It was dribbling down her legs tickling her inner thighs. She caught it in her hand and smeared it over her sensitive lips mixing it with her shaving cream making a hot slickness for the razor. The blade easily removed all of the dark bush leaving a cooling yet completely naked crotch. Just like a baby, she thought as she admired herself in the mirror. She took a towel and carefully wiped the shaving cream from her quivering labia. God, I'm hot. As she arranged the diapers, plastic and rubber pants on the shelf in the bathroom, she could feel her cheeks flush in erotic anticipation. Taking two cloth diapers and a pair of white rubber pants she laid them on the bed and placed her bottom carefully in the center of the diapers. She drew them through her legs and pinned them against her hips. The cool rubber warmed against her face as she breathed in the soft scent of clean white latex. She pulled them over her feet and stood up slowly working the rubber pants up her legs and around her diaper bundled over her hot crotch. As she moved she got a little more excited as the rubber pants swished and buckled. Well, she thought. How do I look? Her diapers were flagged out of the rubber pants. As she tucked the diapers in, she caught her reflection of her sparkling eyes over cherry red cheeks. Slowly turning to admire her work, she could see that her Curity diapers were well packed in her rubber pants. She stretched her arms over her head lifting her un-baby-like breasts. She liked her looks. She was tall but not too thin. Her shiny dark hair was cut fairly short and bounced when she walked. Her long legs flared slightly into a nicely framed pelvis. She was wide in the crotch, but the space between her thighs was nicely bulked by her diapers. She tented her diapers away from her flat stomach and admired her naked labia. Her cunt lips were tingling from her close shave and erotic compression in the soft cotton. She blew on her exposed pussy with a cooling breath awakening an ache that pulsed in time to her racing heartbeat. The throbbing in her clit begged to be soothed. Slowly she cupped her hands between her legs and fingered herself through the warming diaper. The latex was heating from the confining diaper against her pelvis. She paused to dip her fingers between the edge of the elastic and her sweat-damp tummy. Finding her naked lips under the bulky diaper drooling with cunt juice she slipped her finger along the length of her slit. An electric shock rocked through her causing her vagina to spasm a flush of wetness. She felt her knees weaken and sagged against the bed to abandon herself to the erotic tension of the frantic movement of her fingers under her diapers through her tingling lips. Her hips quaked and shivered as she neared her release. Her breath hissed through clenched teeth. Then she moaned as her cum rolled through her body. Her bladder muscles spasmed in time to her orgasmic shudders. She could feel her cunt lips part with the warm wetness of her urine. The pee scalded into her diapers spraying her sensitive clit. The flow buzzing over her bud kept her at the peak of her mind rending leasure. She felt wave after wave of jolting satisfaction rip through her body. I'm wetting myself in my diaper, she thought. What a sensation! How did I ever forget my peeing pleasures? She lay back and gently massaged her breasts as her bladder emptied comfortably into the hot dampness of her diapers. Her body quivered as the gush became a trickle. She felt slowly around the boarders of her rubber pants to be sure that her wetting was confined to her soggy diaper. She cupped her hand down the front of the soaked diaper and dipped her fingers through her throbbing cunt. Lifting her fingers to her mouth, she licked them. She tasted the acrid sweetness of the combined juices of her orgasmic release. She quickly pulled the T-shirt off over her head freeing her twin peaks. Rubbing both breasts she coated them with a glaze of her wetness. Lifting first one then the other sensitive breast to her lips, she was just able to lick the nipple with her tongue. She longed to be able to capture the hardened bud between her teeth and suckle at herself. In frustration she then let her aching orbs cozy into her sticky palms. She strained to feel if there was anything still in her bladder. A small issue dribbled into her wet diapers. She strained again feeling her bowels press against her anal sphincter. She turned to lay on her stomach. Relaxing, she could feel a lump against the confining fabric tightening the diapers over her crotch and hips. Whoops! Do I want to mess my diapers? She contemplated her wet and steamy crotch. Why not? I’m already such a naughty baby! She pushed harder feeling volumes of the warm mass slide through the crack of her ass plastering her cheeks snugly in the diaper. She rolled over and the hot bulk squeezed up between her legs caressing her sensitive cunt lips. The load in her diapers flattened warmly against her ass as she rocked her hips from side to side. She ran her fingers from the tips of her nipples to the packed crotch of her diapers. She gently mashed the bulky load against her cunt. What an erotic rush! This beats dinner and a movie any day. As she lay savoring the combined sensations of the afterglow of her cum and the sweet naughtiness of her used diapers plastered against her cunt and ass, she wondered at her powerfully erotic response to her diapers. When did I start becoming a big baby? She thought. I remember having my mother diaper me every night when I was real little. I remember that sometimes she would keep me in diapers all day long to make sure I didn't have an accident. Those were the days. She happily changed my wet or messy diapers. When I got older, my father left us. I remember wishing I could go back to being a baby. I did not want to grow up. I wanted my daddy back. Even though I was old enough to go all night without diapers, I started to sneak diapers for myself. I would go into the laundry room where the diapers were washed and dried for my younger sister and steal a few for myself. Alone in my room I would pin them on and hide them and my rubber pants under my pj's. I was intending to wear them for the secure memories they gave me, but I would wake up wet when I wore them. I could hide the wet evidence in my baby sister’s diaper pail. I started wearing them a lot. It was only a matter of time before my mother caught me. On one hot summer night when it was too warm for flannel pj’s, I overslept. My mother found her full grown thirteen year old daughter in soaking wet diapers. There I was tangled in my bed clothes with my diapered bottom exposed for all to see. She patted my diapered bottom and was shocked to find that I had wet them. Then she laughed and said that if I wanted to be a big baby, she wouldn't scold me. But I would have to wash and dry my own diapers if I wanted to wear and wet them. I was a little embarrassed at being caught and stopped using them for a while. However, I must have trained myself to let go in my sleep. A few weeks later after several nighttime soakings I again returned to the refuge of diapers. When I wasn't feeling well, I can remember my mother helping me get diapered for bed. She didn't say it, but I could tell that she knew that I needed my diapers. Wetting safely into bulky diapers gave me a sense of security that she couldn't give me. Later, the glow I maintained from the warm wetness of bulky diapers graduated through innocent finger play to an explosion of orgasmic pleasures. Quite by accident I triggered my first climactic release. I was about fourteen when I was absently caressing my pussy through the wet diaper. I remember a funny feeling in my pussy while I stroked my fingers over my slippery clitty. Then it felt as if my whole body exploded into a wondrous sensation. I was really hooked then. Part 2 coming………..
  9. Candy’s Need Part III Original by: Gee Edited by: DaddyRich Candy woke to a hot dampness around her sex. She smiled to herself as she dipped her hand down the front of her diaper, feeling the slippery wetness of a used diaper. She parted her nether lips and squirmed her finger to the bottom of her vagina. Hooking her pelvic bone, she was able to spray her urine into the palm of her hand. God, that feels good, she thought. I am so soaked. A hot leg startled her. It rubbed over her thigh and compressed her hot plastic pants to her pelvis. A pair of lips nibbled at her ear. “Morning.” “Ann, you gave me a fright. I forgot you spent the night.” Candy stretched and ran her hand over Ann’s diapered bottom, touched her slim stomach, and cupped a pliant breast. She teased the nipple to a turgid point. Ann arched her back and grunted as a hiss of urine bathed the inside of her diaper. “I tried your idea of having an accident in front of Bill. At first, he yelled at me for getting his car seat wet. Then, when we got home, he helped me clean up but almost gagged when he saw my panties full of poop.” Candy licked first one nipple, then the other. Flinging a leg over Ann’s middle, Candy pressed her plastic covered wet diaper against her pelvic mound. Her urethra buzzed with her release. The flood heated her diaper to an erotic squishiness. Candy’s clit throbbed as she mashed against Ann’s bottom. “Did you warn him that you were going to have an accident?” Ann shook out her tangled blond tresses and propped the pillow under her head. “Here’s what happened. “After dinner, I suggested that we catch a movie. I hadn’t peed all afternoon and was fairly bursting to go when we got there. I held it as best I could. I only let a couple of gushes go to relieve the pressure at the show. Since I was wearing dark blue jeans, I didn’t think anybody could see what I had done. “Anyway, on the way home, I did the pee dance. He hurried as much as he could. When we got caught in traffic, I let go. I cried and said I was sorry I was wetting my pants. He was appalled. “It felt so good, I maybe went a little far. I pooped a log while I was coming. I was in heaven. The clean-up was messy. I smeared the poop down my legs on purpose. That’s when he gagged. I said that I was a little sick to my stomach to explain the dump. Then I did it again in my panties in my sleep.” Ann winked. “Both number one and number two.” “He said he woke up to the smell and made me clean it up by myself. He couldn’t take his eyes off me. I made sure he saw my shitty and saggy panties as I went to the bathroom. When I was in there, I could hear him masturbating. I peeked through the crack and could see him humping my wet side of the bed. I made a bunch of noise with the water for a couple of minutes, then came back to bed, clean but naked. He had pulled off the sheets. His face was flushed, and he was hiding his cock in the wet sheets.” “I went up to him and took the sheets away from him. It was sticking straight up and bouncing. I knelt down right there and put it in my mouth. I could taste my pee on it. It was delicious. He came in about two strokes. I said that I was really ashamed of myself and that I was going to use some protection at night until my accidents cleared up. While I was telling him that I would just get supplies from my diaper company and use them for myself, his penis got hard again. He pulled me down on top of him and jammed it right in. He filled me up with cum. While I was lying on top of him, I let a little dribble run between us. I had to diaper myself after he left for work so that I could cum. “He left on a business trip yesterday, which brings me to how I was able to spend last night with you.” Candy combed Ann’s blond cascade away from her face. “I’m glad you did. I needed someone to lick my clit.” She grinned as she slid the bundle of diapers and plastic pants down her legs. Ann spun around in bed, straddling Candy between her thighs. She brought her head down to Candy’s cunt and kissed her lips. Then she tongued the slit to a slimy juiciness that ran down the crack of her ass. Candy added to the wetness with a trickle of urine. Ann lapped it up. Ann reached under her to find her puckered asshole. She reamed the bud with her lube and pee, then dipped into her bowels. Gasping through her come, Candy inhaled Ann’s diapered scent while working the wet diaper over Ann’s urine-glazed buttocks. She massaged the cheeks, running her fingers into the crack of her ass. Ann strained and poked a hot turd into the palm of Candy’s hand. Candy felt the sticky hardness of it as it slipped back into her puckered hole. Candy tugged the diaper up to cover her bottom. Ann pushed again, tenting them up in front of Candy’s face. Ann pinched her sphincter, cutting off her first effort. She pushed again and slid another log beside the first. Candy touched the bulge and lovingly mashed it into Ann’s crack. Ann reached into the front of her diaper and parted her cunt lips, exposing her clit to her anxious fingers. She humped and grunted through her orgasm, filling her diaper with wave after wave of shit. Ann rolled to her back, panting for breath. Candy traced the curves of her breast while she calmed her breathing. Ann covered Candy’s bare, hairless pussy with her hand and smiled as Candy jetted a hot jolt of urine through her fingers. It found its way to Candy’s bottom, making a puddle of acrid cozy warmth between her cheeks. ********************************************** One more part to go, then a three part prequel
  10. 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….
  11. 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.
  12. 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.
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