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Jessica’s Diaper Punishment – 2 Original Author Unknown Edited by Daddy Rich Part 2 Naomi starts saying “Jess, your punishment will last all summer, you will follow all the rules or your dad kicks you out and stops paying for your apartment and your studies” She pulls a package of adult diapers out of the bag and places them on the table waiting for my reaction. I was standing there half naked as she opens the package and pulls out 2 diapers. The diapers make a loud crinkling plastic sound as she opens them. I look at her and say that was a joke, this is going too far, I would never wear a diaper. She answered “You will wear these diapers otherwise you will leave home, and you will not have any more money for your studies, understood Little Miss Piss Pants?” I was in shock, embarrassed and completely under his control. Naomi then said to me “Here are the rules, little girl. You will wear diapers all the time. You will no longer go to the bathroom unsupervised. You'll pee and poop in your diapers, no matter who is there. For the next three months you'll be treated like a 4-year-old girl in diapers. You won't ask to have your diapers changed, it's me who decides. Here is your pacifier, bottles and other supplies will arrive soon. You will be considered my baby all summer whether you like it or not. So you will have to get used to it as soon as possible” I start crying as I stood naked in front of this woman who was going to force me to wear diapers and treat me like a little girl. She asks me “Did you understand the rules?” I answered yes in a plaintive voice. She asks me to follow her into the living room and lie down on the floor as she takes the second bag with her. She pulls out the talcum powder, the diaper cream, the Vaseline and a very large pink pacifier. She grabs the diapers and asks me to lift my ass off the ground and spread my thighs. Once again I hesitate, but I don't really have a choice to escape the punishment. She slides a first layer under my buttocks then a second. I rest my buttocks on this soft thickness. She tells me that she puts 2 coats to be sure not to have any leaks, not knowing what piss I could be. She makes a few holes with scissors in the inner layer. She places the pacifier in my mouth, a good dose of Vaseline in the line of my buttocks and sticks the adhesives of my diapers. Naomi had not finished. After changing my diaper, she pulls out a pair of plastic panties with a childish motif, slides them down my legs and covers the thick adult diapers, noticing these too make a loud crinkling sound. I was crying as she dragged me into my room and pulled out an old dress from college. She passes it to me and this dress still fits me, but I notice that it is particularly short and does not cover the thickness of the layers. I stand there totally stunned and ridiculed by Naomi as she describes my room to me. The bell rings and says that the timing is perfect to receive my cot and my changing table. She walks me out the door with her and I note the thickness, the crinkling sound of plastic and the way the diapers make me waddle. The delivery man notices my pacifier and then takes a closer look at the thickness of my buttocks and the noise my diapers and plastic pants make under my dress. As he drops off all the baby goods he unpacks the large crib and the large adult changing table. It was all for me. To Be Continued

My Life as a Diaper Slave at Disney – 5 By: Heather23 Edited by: DaddyRich Chapter 5 - More Accidents? My skirt was fairly short, but it just covered my diapered bottom. I had to be careful not to bend over. One of the best things about being in a diaper is the attention Chris gives me. He can't keep his hands off of me. He took every opportunity to pat my bottom as we walked around the park. When I thought others were not watching, I would do a little spin so that Chris got a quick look at my rubber panties peaking out from out under my skirt. He liked having me walk upstairs in front of him so that he could get a nice look at my ruffles and rubber bottomed ass. We were having fun. Often when we were on rides, and out of the view of others; he would even go further and reach down, pick up my sun dress and check to see if my diaper was wet. Oh, how I loved that! I especially loved when he talked to me like I was a little girl. "Baby Kimberly," he would say. "Is my little girl's diaper wet?" "Maybe you made pee-pee in your diaper." "Let's check and see if you are all wet." He would slowly slip his hand under my rubber panties and down into my diaper. He liked to slide his fingers across my hairless mound and down into my slit. "I see you are wet baby Kimberly, but it's only your natural juices." "I hope you don't go pee-pee in your diaper," he would say. Finally, the urge to pee was becoming just too much to handle. I had wet diapers before, but it never becomes routine or any less embarrassing. I always feel like the whole world must know I have a diaper hugging my bottom when I am in this state. "Chris, I need to go to the bathroom and fast!" "Why, baby Kimberly?" "Because I have to pee, you idiot!" (Another mistake on my part.) "Well, Baby Kimberly, you can go anytime you want...you are wearing everything you need." I wanted so much to hold my pee, but it was not going to happen. I was past desperation. I started jumping up and down, but Chris would never let go of my hand. "Chris, I have to pee, and I have to pee now!" Chris was firm, "Kim, you have pushed my limits all day, and now I am pushing your limits." "If you didn't want to be in this embarrassing situation, then you would have been a better diaper slave to me today." When I thought it couldn't get any worse, Chris suggested one more ride before he would give me permission to wet my diaper. The line was short for one of the kiddy fun house rides, so we got in line to wait our turn. Chris held me tight while we were in line so that I couldn't bolt and run for the restroom.. I wanted to run out of there so bad, but I didn't want to cause a scene either. Finally, it was our turn to get into the stupid car and enter the ride. It was one of those silly rides for kids, but that added to the childlike state I was shamelessly experiencing. We jumped into the car and sat down. Chris had put his hand under my bottom so that when I sat down I was sitting right on top of his hand. Quickly he slid his other hand over the front of my rubber panties. Our car turned the corner, passed through the doors, and entered the building. We were alone in our car, and it was dark in the fun house. Chris massaged my bottom through my ruffled covered panties. With his other hand he slowly moved his hand in little circles over the tight rubber on the front of my panties. I couldn't hold my urge to pee much longer and Chris's actions were driving me mad. Chris then took his hand that was on the front of my rubber pants and moved it into my rubber pants, but still over the plastic of my diaper. Chris said, "I see little girl that you are wearing a diaper under your clothes." "Does little Kimberly need to wet her diaper?" "Yes, oh yes...can I pee Master, can I pee?" "Since you asked so nicely, you may wet your diaper," Chris said. It started to happen so fast, but yet so slow. I closed my eyes. In the darkness of the ride and with both of Chris's hands messaging me through the thickness of my diaper, I started to pee. I had to go so badly, but my pee started out slowly into my waiting diaper. Chris never stopped rubbing my diaper; from the top with his one hand, and from the bottom as I squirmed over the hand that gripped my rubber clad bottom. "Oh Master, it feels so good, it feels so naughty." Chris started to put more pressure on my bladder with his one hand and I really started to pee with more force. My diaper was filling quickly now, and I could feel the warmth and wetness circulate throughout my diaper. This was a feeling that never failed to make me go absolutely nuts. The relief of releasing my pee, the embarrassment of using a diaper, and the excitement of wetting a diaper in public was too much for me to handle. Chris took his top hand off the outside of my plastic diaper and slid it directly into my diaper and over my clit. I was still peeing my diaper while Chris kept the same circular motions going over my most intimate spot. I started to moan in pleasure and my body took over... I had no control. I was peeing and coming at the same time! It was unbelievable. I didn't care how loud I was or where I was moaning. I was reaching multiple orgasms. (A first for me.) The ride was coming to an end, and it was an abrupt trip back to reality. Chris took his hands out of my diaper and rubber panties and I fixed up as quickly as I could. I got the feeling that others knew what had happened, but I also didn't care. When I stood up to exit the ride, I realized how heavy and wet my diaper was. Chris laughed and said, "Baby Kimberly your ruffles are now showing beneath the hem of your dress." "I guess you have a little sagging problem." I was horrified and instantly tried to pull my dress down as best I could. We laughed and ran back to the lockers. Well that would have been the end of the story, but I had to return to the ride for my diaper bag. This was another embarrassing episode as I had to explain my diaper bag and its contents to claim it. We finally got everything taken care of and went back to our room for lots of wonderful, memorable sex. One chapter left….

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My Agonizing Journey to Babyhood – 17 By: Heather23 Edited by: DaddyRich Chapter 17 – The humiliated toddler is still shopping "Well if little Kimmie is finished peeing for a while, we can move on to what you came here for," Nicole said. "Let's get her some new clothes and I have a few other items you may like," she added. All of her conversations were directed at Chris. I was just a little girl and insignificant. "First, Chris, you will want to get her some training pants." Nicole produced several pairs of training pants that looked exactly like the real thing, but in a larger size, my size to be exact. There were many colors and some even had babyish designs on them. The first pair she held up was all white. She told me to step into them, and she pulled them on me. Nicole went on to explain the features of everything she had me try on that day. "You will notice how well these training pants fit your little toddler." "These training pants also have multiple layers sewn into the crotch so that when little Kimmie wets herself, these training pants will collect most of her pee." "You must know that these are just for training Kim and will not be as effective as a diaper." Nicole went on, "I would suggest that you still put Kim in a very thick diaper at night, especially if she is prone to wet the bed." Next Nicole brought out several frilly dresses in my size, but they looked like something a small child would wear to a birthday party. I was instructed to try on the dresses. They were very short and multilayered. Very cute, if I say so myself. Chris chose two of these to buy. I also tried on several articles of clothing made of plastic and/or rubber that a baby or toddler might wear. This clothing was sized for an adult too! Nicole asked Chris if he would like a child harness for me. Chris seemed interested and asked to see one. Nicole brought out the child harness and held it up. I had seen little kids in these harnesses out in public, and I always thought they looked more like leashes. I thought it was appalling for parents to lead their kids around on a leash, and now I may be made to wear one. Nicole took off my shirt and buckled the harness around my chest. She snapped the leash to the harness at the center of my back. Nicole went on to explain, "There are several things about this particular child harness that I think you will like." She was obviously talking to Chris. "First, it is made of very sturdy leather." "It is yellow so that it can be used for little boys or little girls." "It has a nice shape made of leather of two teddy bears in front where the straps meet." "When you don't feel that buckles are secure enough to hold and control your toddler, each strap can be locked so that Kimmie can't slip out of it." "If Kimmie tries to run off, just pull on the leash, and she should learn that she must stay close to you." Nicole told me to take a few steps and I did. Suddenly Nicole pulled me hard with the leash and I almost fell off my feet. "See how effectively I can control little Kimmie?" Chris seemed generally interested. "There is one more feature that you can add to this harness that you may want." She went on, "While your girl is learning how to behave in a harness, you can add these little nipple clamps for better control." I tried to step away from Nicole, but she held my leash firm. "How do they work?" Chris inquired. Nicole pulled on the end of one of my tits so that it became hard. She then attached the first nipple clamp. She did the same thing with my other tit. Attached to the nipple clamps were two small chains. The chains were attached to the harness. "Let me demonstrate," Nicole said. "When little Kim is prepared this way, pulling on her leash also pulls on her tits." "Obviously, Kim will be more cooperative with these additions." Chris seemed sold but asked to test it out. Nicole patiently showed Chris how he could make me stop instantly with a quick tug of the leash. Chris gave the leash a slight tug and I yelled out in pain. Chris said, "I will buy it!" Nicole wasn't finished showing Chris items to purchase for me. Nicole went on, "Chris, here are some pretty panties that match the dresses you are purchasing today." "You will see they are satin just like the dresses." "The nice features of these particular panties are the quality and the ruffles on the rear of the panties plus they are lined on the inside with a noisy plastic." "These ruffles will look exceptional peeking out from under Kimmie's short party dress." "I know that Kimmie is prone to wet a lot, and these satin panties are lined on the inside with a rubber panty." "Little Kimmie can wear a diaper and these little ruffled panties and her dress will stay pretty and dry." I was just standing there listening and probably bright red from my embarrassment. Chris examined the panties closely and said he would take two pairs to match the dresses. "Chris, you also told me on the phone that Kimmie wets a lot at night, and she even soaked the bedding last night." "I have some disposable diapers that I think you will want to purchase for Kimmie." Nicole brought out a sample of the diaper. I hadn't seen a diaper like this one. It was certainly made in an adult's size, but it had little images of teddy bears on the plastic cover. "Chris, feel how thick these diapers are." "They are made exceptionally thick to last for multiple wettings." "You won't have to constantly worry about changing Kimmie, because these diapers can hold plenty!" "The only downside is that the diapers are so thick that they don't fit well under normal clothing, they are also very crinkly, so she will be heard." "As long as you dress Kimmie appropriately as a toddler or baby, that won't be a problem." Chris said that he would buy three dozen diapers. "I know that you are purchasing a lot for your little girl, but I have some jeans that I want to show you." Nicole held up some bib overalls. "You will see these look like something a little girl might wear because they have snaps on the inside of the legs of the pants." "This makes changing Kimmie that much easier because you don't have to fully undress her." "There is also ample room in the crotch so that a thick diaper can easily be accommodated." Chris loved the look of these and said he would buy these as well. "I know you have been staring at the plastic one-piece outfit, would you like me to show it to you?" Nicole asked. Chris responded, "yes!" "This is a particularly cute item that we just got in." She held up the plastic garment. It was light blue, had little animals on it, and was semi-transparent. "First, it is a plastic romper, you will notice that it is a one-piece design." "There is elastic at the legs and around the waist, so the bottom half is just like plastic pants." "What I think is cute is that the plastic continues in front, and it zips up in the back of the garment. If she is wearing plastic panties already, this would be an extra layer of protection, since we both know Kimmie is a heavy wetting toddler" "I personally tried one on to see how it fit." "It instantly makes you feel like a total baby when you put it on." "The effect on the wearer is amazing, and it looks great too." Chris added several of these plastic rompers in a variety of colors, including transparent!, to the growing pile of items to purchase. One was even in bright red shiny rubber. Secretly I liked the rubber one the best, but I certainly didn't want to act as if I wanted anything to do with these clothes. "I think you have everything you need," Nicole said. "Will you want Kimmie to wear any of these items home?" "After all, her jeans are still wet." "Yes, but could you get my little Kim another cup of juice?" he asked. (This was my fourth cup since we arrived.) "Certainly," she responded. Chris looked at the items and selected a party dress for me to wear home. He also selected the matching satin panties with the ruffles on them. "Nice choices," Nicole said to Chris. "May I suggest a pair of training pants or would you like to go with one of these thick disposable diapers for Kimmie?" Chris's response: "Let's put her in training pants." "She is going to have to learn how to hold her pee." "I think I will wait until tonight to put her in her new diapers, unless of course she regresses again." Chris went on to explain the regression therapy to Nicole and how I had "earned" toddler status for the moment. Nicole started laughing at me. "I bet she regresses to a baby soon." "She doesn't seem like the type who can behave herself very long." Chris agreed. To Be Continued….

My Agonizing Journey to Babyhood – 1 & 2 By: Heather23 Edited By: DaddyRich Chapter 1 - Introduction Once again I am writing to you about a diaper adventure I experienced recently with my husband, friend, and lover, Chris. By now many of you have read my accounts of how Chris and I met in college, fell in love, and what we like to do to keep our marriage fresh, wet, and exciting. My name is Kim and by nature I am the submissive one in our relationship. Chris is definitely the assertive one, but we have switched roles in the past and enjoy that too. There is something magical that happens when Chris takes charge. He knows just what to do to drive me wild. His inventive mind keeps me guessing, and I like that about Chris. Life is never boring when we role-play, experiment with bondage, or play our baby games. Some would call me strange, but I love to be humiliated, and it never fails to really charge me up sexually. For me, diapers, (more specifically being forced to wear diapers), accentuates my humiliation. Chris loves to use my love-hate relationship with diapers and humiliation to his advantage. He knows me so well. He loves to see me in diapers and the effect that wearing diapers has on me. I guess that is one of the reasons we make such a great match. Chapter 2 - Our day begins in bed On this particular morning I woke up before Chris. I was lying in bed and smiled to myself about my predicament. I was dressed in a short, red, baby doll nightgown like thousands of women wear every night, but I wasn't wearing the matching panties that came with it. Chris thought I was being crabby last night and that kind of behavior always comes with consequences. In my case, that meant that last night before bed, Chris took me over his knee and spanked me. He always says, "If you are going to act like a spoiled brat, then I will treat you like a little brat." He doesn't tolerate any attitude from me. He then took me directly to our bed and put me in a diaper and plastic pants that still surrounds my bottom this morning. My plastic pants are the same color red as my nightgown. At least I match, I chuckled to myself. What Chris didn't know is that last night I purposely provoked him. I like to see if I can push him to get a response. Boy did I get a response, and now I found myself lying next to him as his diaper girl. I needed to pee, but I couldn't simply get up and go to the bathroom. Chris saw to that last night when he locked a small chain around my ankle and then secured the chain to the bed post. It appeared that I was secured by about 8 feet of light chain. My movements were definitely inhibited. I was in a real dilemma. I knew if I woke Chris I could receive more punishments, so I quietly laid in our bed and let the pressure to pee grow and grow. I reached down and put my hand on my plastic pants. I love the feel of plastic or rubber and that feeling goes back as far as I can remember. I had a flashback to when I was a little girl and had a problem with wetting my bed. My parents got so fed up with having to change my bedding that they purchased plastic panties for me to wear at night. I was still wetting my bed at 11 years old, so it had a pretty profound effect on me. Every night I had to wear thick training pants with the plastic panties over them. I remember them being tight because they were probably made for a very large toddler, but I also remember they fit me just fine. I developed a secure feeling when I was in my plastic panties. I knew that my bed would stay dry, and I would not get in trouble for wetting the bed. Sometimes I would forget to put my training pants and plastic pants on so my parents got in the habit of asking me the most embarrassing question in the world: "Kimberly, did you remember to diaper yourself tonight?" I always argued that they were not diapers, but my older sisters always teased me and said: "Kimie wears diapers... Kimie wears diapers..." I learned diaper humiliation at a very early age. Even at age 11, I would wake up nearly every morning to the feeling of wet, soggy training pants. And before I knew what sexual feelings were, I knew that it felt good to be in wet training pants surrounded by plastic pants. Even after I no longer wet the bed, I had a real love hate relationship with diapers and the humiliation I associated with having to wear them. Still today, I dream about those early episodes of being put in thick training pants and plastic panties. That thick feeling between my legs is still an incredible turn-on that I enjoy no matter how many times I am put in diapers. I guess that explains why I am who I am. Back to reality and my current state. I was only able to take my mind off my need to pee for so long. It now consumed my every thought. It was no longer if I would wet my diaper, but when. Chris has trained me to ask permission to wet my diaper. I know what you are thinking, but he exercises his control over me in that way, and secretly I like being his little diaper slave and receiving his attention. I couldn't wait any longer. If I wet my diaper I would be in trouble because I didn't ask Chris's permission. If I woke him up, he might be irritated, and I would receive another spanking or worse. It was the "or worse" that always kept me in line. Finally, I reached over and whispered into Chris's ear, "Master, your diaper slave needs some relief." "May I please wet my diaper?" Chris was pleased with my contrite self after my bitchy attitude from the night before. "So my little diaper slave needs to go pee-pee, huh?" "Yes, real, real bad," I responded. With that, Chris took me and rolled me onto his chest. He instructed me to get in the 69 position with my head down by his cock. This put my diapered bottom directly in front of Chris's face. My chain attached to my ankle was long enough to position myself over Chris's beautiful cock. "But Master, I can't continue to hold it any longer." "I am afraid that I will wet myself and Master may not like me to fill my diaper with it so close to Master's face." "I guess little Kimberly is going to have to hold it while you give me a blow job." "If I sense that you wet your diaper before I give you permission, you will have a very 'interesting' day ahead of you!" "And I mean 'interesting' in the sense that you may not like what is in store for you." "Got it?" "Yes Master, I will do my best." I proceeded to lick and suck on Chris's cock. I was practically sitting on Chris's face while I gave him a blow job, but I don't think he minded. I was using my mouth to stimulate Chris, and he was massaging my butt through my plastic panties. I love that feeling. He slipped his hand under my plastic pants and continued to massage me between my legs. I was totally out of control with passion. My orgasm was imminent. My breathing got heavier and so did Chris's moaning. Chris did not let up and kept massaging my pussy right through the diaper. It seemed like it happened quickly, but it was building up for some time. Chris exploded in my mouth and I erupted in a dramatic big O. My orgasm put my whole body into spasms and this prompted my bladder to release into my diaper with a rush of hot pee. Chris still had his hand under my plastic pants and never stopped massaging me while I continued to pee. It rarely happens that I climax in quick succession, but with Chris rubbing me and me peeing into my diaper, it was just too much of a good thing. I climaxed again, and again. "Thank you, Master!" "You are the best." To Be Continued…….

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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…….

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..........

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Wendy's Week in Diapers – Pt. 3 From Bytemine Edited by: DaddyRich It was a long morning. I could barely concentrate on my studies. The thought of Wendy in diaper bondage was just too enticing. Bondage! I suddenly realized that if she really wanted to she could fight me enough to stop me from re-diapering her. Then I remembered the handcuffs we had purchased during a brief fling with traditional bondage. I dug around in the dresser until I found them. By the time I heard Wendy's key in the lock the cuffs were securely fastened to the head of the bed but concealed by the blankets. She had been petulant that morning and I had expected her to be demanding release after several hours in diapers and plastic panties, but instead she was sweet, almost seductive. "Oh Daddy!" she called from the front hall. "Your baby's home and boy, does she need a change!" I came out of the den to find her wearing a big smile. Surprised by her mood I didn't say anything; I just took her hand and led her to the bedroom where I had already laid out fresh diapers and plastic pants. The cuffs weren't in view but were handy if I needed them. "First things first." I announced. "I have to make sure you've been a good girl all morning." She blushed and stared down at the floor. This new mood was intriguing me and I wanted to know what was behind it. I unzipped her dress and helped her step away from it, noticing in the process that my fishing line shoe locks were still in place. Maybe she was just horny. As soon as her slip was off I went looking for signs of tampering but was disappointed. The diaper lock belt was just as tight as I had fastened it and there was nothing to suggest she had tried to tamper with it. I slipped a finger under the waist band of her diaper just as a rushing sound announced that more pee was escaping into her diaper. "Please hurry," she whispered, "I'm very wet.. In more ways than one". Suspicious, I decided to hedge my bets. "We'll see to your comfort soon enough. First, I'd like to know how your morning went." She blushed and stammered. "I'm really uncomfortable, Jim. These diapers get hot and itchy very quickly and stay that way. I don't know how much they hold, so I've been scared silly every time I've had to pee in them. This is an awful punishment, really it is!" "Can't be that bad, if you're as horny as you say you are." This time she really blushed. "I can't explain that." I decided I had heard enough. I guided her onto the old sheet that would be her temporary changing pad. Pretending to embrace her I made sure I had a good grip on her wrists as I guided them over her head. She responded by kissing me, sending her tongue into my mouth. It was almost enough to distract me from my mission. Just as I returned the passion my hands brushed against the hidden handcuffs. When I thought she was distracted enough I broke away suddenly and snapped the steel circlets around her wrists. She instinctively pulled against her tethered wrists and as soon as she realized how helpless she was, the sweet, horny mood vanished. "You bastard!" she hissed as she tried to kick me. "Careful!" I cautioned as I rolled out of range. If you want to be comfortable soon you had best be nice to me. Otherwise, you can spend the afternoon right where you are." She seemed to deflate pretty quick. I guess her diapers really were uncomfortable. "Sorry," she pouted, "would you please change my diaper?" I was more than happy to oblige. It took a lot of work. I didn't dare release her wrists, so I had to remove her garter belt, have her turn over, so I could unlock the retention belt, remove the belt, peel down her plastic panties and then cut the tapes on the Attends. I slid the fresh diaper and pads under her and started to powder her. This time there was no mistaking her arousal and one look at her face was all the invitation I needed. When I entered her she seemed to explode with orgasms and I knew that despite her protests the diaper therapy was appealing to some part of her. When we had caught our breath I finished the diapering job and worked the plastic panties back up her legs. Part of me was tempted to release her, so she could help, but I also worried that she wouldn't be so cooperative now that she wasn't horny anymore. Finally, I heard the welcome click of the diaper lock. I unlocked her handcuffs and she massaged the deep grooves in her wrists. "If you're going to give me orgasms like that I had better be in something that doesn't mark my skin like this." I had to agree. I watched her put on her stockings and garter belt and teeter around the bedroom in her heels while she looked for a long-sleeved blouse that would cover her wrists. The effect of the diaper lock and her garter belt was a strong suggestion of bondage that stirred my cock. She spied my erection. "Like what you see?" she asked teasingly. "Like what you're wearing?" I countered. She blushed and cleared her throat. "It's ok now and will be for about an hour. After that the diapers get hot and itchy. Of course, if I have to wet them sooner than that the punishment begins then." I saw her to the door. She was mellow again. I suppose she was remembering what it felt like to be leaving for a date while bound up in fresh diapers. As I bent down to kiss her I ran my hand over her plastic covered bottom. She tensed but didn't object. "See you later..... Daddy." I didn't get much studying done that afternoon. I was obsessed with what had happened at noon. Oddly enough neither of us noticed that we had forgotten to have lunch. Diaper bondage was going to be good for the waist line. There were problems. First, the Attends weren't up to the task. They made Wendy uncomfortable in all the wrong ways and were too different from the cloth diapers her grandmother had made her wear. Second, I wanted to keep her restrained during changes, but the handcuffs left marks. Third, I needed more capacity than the Attends could offer. Diaper changes every three hours just don't fit an adult schedule. Finally, I realized that if I really wanted to keep Wendy in diapers continuously I was going to have to find a solution to her social schedule, such as her aerobics class. Looking for ideas and supplies I went to the ward on the excuse of picking up some books from my office. I didn't know any of the nurses on the shift well enough to ask questions about diapers or restraint appliances, so I nosed around as much as I could. I thought it had been a wasted trip until I was on my way back to my car. I had to pass the loading dock on the way and was just in time to see one of the janitorial staff throw a bundle of cloth into a box clearly marked "Waste". I hailed him and asked him what was being pitched. He told me the hospital was clearing out the old store rooms and there was a lot of junk heading for the trash bin. "Even straitjackets and weird stuff like that." It was all I could do to hide my excitement. I thanked him and slowly walked toward my car. I checked my watch and noticed that in half an hour the janitorial crews would take their afternoon break. Sure enough, the buzzer sounded, and the guys disappeared toward the cafeteria. I moved in. I won't give you a blow-by-blow of what I found. Let me put it this way, Wendy won't be short of cloth diapers for a while and I found a lot of interesting toys to help make our bondage games more interesting. By the time Wendy came home from work I was again ready for her. This time there were three extra thick adult cloth diapers waiting for her on the bed, a pair of heavy rubber pants that had locking waist and thigh bands and a special bar that had leather cuffs for the wrists and neck. This time she was anxious. "Please change me!" she pleaded, "I'm sure I'm about to leak!" She brushed past me and went to the bedroom but stopped cold when she saw the new toy. "What's that?" she asked suspiciously. "Allow me to demonstrate." I intoned and brought the bar into position across her shoulders. First I bucked the leather strap around her neck and then fastened her wrists to the cuffs at the ends of the bar. When I was finished she stood there helpless, her hands held at the level of her neck. She was available from the neck down. Wendy struggled a bit, testing the restraint and then looked at me with a gleam in her eyes. "This solves a lot of problems" she said slowly. "So do your new diapers" I said as I pointed to the bed. "Oh my! They're exactly like the ones grandma had!" she said as she blushed. Her chest heaved with arousal. The diaper changing went much easier this time, even though I had forgotten to tell Wendy to take her skirt off before I put her in the neck stocks. Her diapers had begun to leak alright. A replacement for the Attends had been found. When I laid her down on top of the cloth diapers she was almost twitching with arousal. "Please take me like this," she breathed hoarsely, "I love being so helpless!" I'm always glad to oblige a lady. To be continued

Wendy's Week in Diapers - 1 From Bytemine Edited by: DaddyRich Wendy has just finished a week of being punished by being forced to wear and use diapers, 24 hours a day. I think she will be a good girl from now on. Let me tell you about Wendy. She is my wife. She's also a little over 5 feet, slim, blonde and a bombshell to look at. She works at a large investment house where she knows how to assert herself. As it turns out, inside, Wendy is just a little girl who wants someone to take charge of her life for her. It all started one night when I came home from the hospital where I'm interning for psychiatry. I commented that we had been forced to use a straitjacket on one violent woman and that it surprised me when the nurses put her into diapers under the jacket. Wendy blushed and began to ask a lot of questions about that patient and her diapers. I caught on to her interest pretty quick and soon began to ask some questions of my own. At first, she denied any special interest but after a couple of glasses of wine she began to loosen up. She told me that she had lived with her grandmother when she was between the ages of twelve and eighteen. The old woman knew Wendy was attractive and boy-crazy. She was determined to make sure that Wendy didn't get herself into trouble. The grandmother's solution was to make a rule that Wendy could only go out on a date if she was in diapers and plastic panties. The way she figured it, if Wendy was embarrassed by what she wore under her dress she sure wouldn't let any guy find out about it. There was another part to the plan. Wendy's diapers were sewn on, so she couldn't take them off. She had to use them if she needed to pee. Since there's only so much water a diaper can hold, Wendy was always home early from her dates. What nobody had counted on was the effect this had on Wendy. Wearing diapers didn't stop her from getting into a lot of heavy petting sessions and this formed a link in her mind between sexual arousal and being in thick, damp diapers. Wendy moved out of her grandmother's house at 19 to go to college and escape the forced diaper wearing. From time to time she wondered why the memories of her diapers sometimes turned her on, but nothing really happened until I mentioned the patient. Wendy had suddenly realized that wearing diapers didn't turn her on, as much as the idea of being made to wear and use them. I didn't think much about it that night. Wendy and I had a torrid bout of sex and we almost slept-in the next morning. But as I did my work in the ward I became aware of just how many patients wore diapers. Some were held in some kind of restraint. Others had developed incontinence due to age, illness or wearing diapers while in restraints. A flash of light went off in my mind one day when I saw a woman wearing thick disposable diapers, a pair of semi-transparent plastic pants and some kind of belt that passed through her legs and locked. Trying hard to conceal my interest I asked a nurse about the strange belt. She explained that some patients must be kept in diapers because they are incontinent. However once they've wet or soiled themselves the discomfort makes them want to take the diapers off. Until these locking "retention" belts were developed there were dirty diapers lying around all over the place and a lot of patients messing on the floor. Needless to say, the staff was very much in favor of the "diaper locks". I had seen enough to get my creative imagination working overtime. On my next night shift I loaded up my car with Attends (adult disposable diapers), plastic pants and a couple of the diaper lock belts. If I had things figured right, Wendy and I were about to add some spice to our already spicy sex life. I had it figured wrong. About a week later we were home on a Friday night. After a few drinks I told Wendy about the diapers and plastic pants (but not the special belt). She appeared interested and allowed me to put two Attends on her. She looked great, and I got hard, but we instantly had a problem. As long as she was in diapers I couldn't penetrate her. We fooled around and had some fun, but there really wasn't a big spark. The next morning we talked about the diapers. Wendy said she had some fun, but it just wasn't the same. She confessed that it was important to her to be made to wear the diapers, use them and be afraid that someone would discover her dark and terrible secret. My ears were open. I told her that the next time she did something bad she would be punished by being made to wear diapers. I also showed her the diaper lock belt and the gleam in her eye told me I was on target. It didn't take long for me to find an excuse to punish my wife. The next Sunday night I was going through the bills when I discovered that Wendy had managed to run up more than $2,500 in clothing purchases. While I like her to dress well we are on a strict budget. That money could have been better spent. I decided to confront her. "I'm sorry", she pouted, "I got carried away. It won't happen again." "I don't think it will either," I said, "you've just earned yourself a week in diapers." Her head snapped up, and her cheeks started to blush. "What do you mean?" "I mean that you will wear diapers from now until next Saturday night. You'll wear them all day, and you'll use them for everything, unless I'm around to take you to the potty." She was beginning to breathe heavily. "You can't be serious." I told her to wait in the living room. I went to the bedroom and spread out two Attends, a pair of plastic pants and one of the locking belts, just in case she decided to take her diapers off in the middle of the night. I prepped the first Attends by cutting slits in the plastic with a single edge razor blade, for seepage into the second Attends. Then I went to fetch her from the living room. She blushed and trembled when she saw the diapers. I could tell she was getting turned on. Then she saw the retention belt. "What's that?" "The nurses call it a diaper lock. It stops you from taking your diapers off." Wendy gulped. "Really." "Well, what are you waiting for? It's time to put you into diapers." Wendy's hands trembled as she slipped out of her jean skirt. When she took off her blouse I saw her erect nipples and knew that I would find her wet between the legs. She peeled down her panties and pantyhose. The crotch of her panties were already wet. I guided her onto the Attends and began to apply powder. She stared down at what was being done to her, eyes wide, cheeks flushed. She was pretty horny alright and so was I, but I also wanted to get her into diapers. Just as I was about to bring the Attends up between her legs she grabbed at the snap of my jeans. "Do me!" she said breathlessly as she struggled with the denim. I was more than happy to oblige. It was a hot session and Wendy fell asleep right afterward. She was still positioned on the Attends, (whose placement had saved a few stains on the sheets) so I gently pulled the first diaper up between her legs and taped it as snugly as I could manage without waking her. I repeated my efforts on the second diaper and stood back. She looked darling. The extra thick, pampers-like white diapers at her crotch seemed to force her legs apart, and she looked very contented. I knew I couldn't get the pants on her while she slept, so I bided my time. The nurses had told me that Attends weren't exactly the most comfortable underwear in the world. Sooner or later Wendy was going to wake up. As soon as I heard her stirring I came back to the bedroom to find her standing beside the bed, running her hands over the taunt plastic shell of her diapers. "You weren't kidding" she said in a tiny voice as she stared down at her strange attire. "I wasn't kidding at all." I said as I picked up the plastic panties. "Let's get a pair of these on you." She looked at the panties suspiciously. "I don't think these diapers will leak. I may not even wet them." I kneeled down and got the panties ready for her to step into. "It's not open for discussion. Great sex or not you're going to spend the week in diapers, starting right now." I looked up to see a blush cross her cheeks and her nipples were getting hard again. She stepped into the panties and I worked them up her legs. I made sure all the diapers were captured inside their waterproof waist and leg openings. To be Continued…………..

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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