“I’m not sure about this, Paige…” Genna said for the hundredth time that day, eying the square of white plastic in her hands with trepidation.

“Oh, don’t be such a party pooper, Gen!” Paige, Gen’s best friend since preschool replied, alright dressed in a yellow sundress that did little to hide the bulky diaper she was wearing. “Come on, all the cool kids are doing it!”

Paige did have a point, Genna thought. Seemingly overnight, diapers and childish clothes where all the rage now among her fellow students, with even the most popular girls in school letting their new underwear show beneath their skirts. Paige had thought it was a just stupid fad… until the girl had come to school the very next day dressed in a short skirt and a thick diaper covered in childish prints. Since then, she had been adamant that Genna try then as well, which was why Genna was currently standing in Paige’s room naked from the waist down and holding the diaper in her hands. 

Still she couldn’t shake the bad feeling in her gut at the whole thing. “I’m not-”

“Here, I’ll help you put it on. Just try it once, and if you don’t like it then I won’t bring it up again. Promise!”

“… Alright… Just once…” Lying down, Genna was quiet as Paige giddily diapered her, acting like this was the most normal thing in the world.

What Genna didn’t know, however, and what Paige had neglected to tell her was that these diapers, the same ones worn by all the cool kids in school, where special. These diapers had been soaked in a special chemical that altered the wearer’s brain to make them addicted and dependant on these diapers. All it took was one try, and the wearer would be hooked for life, unable to go even minutes without the comfort of a fresh, or even used, diaper wrapped around their bottom. Genna would be yet another new addition to the club, and she was far from the last…

“Wh-Where did you get that?!” Nanine Sharp, the CEO of the most luxurious company in the city could only gawk in disbelief at the photo clutched in her grinning secretary’s hand. The photo was unmistakably of her, there was no mistaking her signature hair and glasses, but it was the fact that she was naked save for a hug bib covering her breasts and the massive (and wet) diaper pinned around her waist as she suckled on a baby bottle.

“Not so high and mighty now, are you?” The woman, Dianne Lois, grinned devilishly, delighted in the power she now held over the woman who had treated her like her own personal servant for the last two years. “Funny the kind of things you stumble upon after doing a little digging. Who knew that “Ms. Business Woman of the Year” secretly had a side job wetting her diapers to her adoring fans on the internet?

Nanine growled, trying not to show fear in the face of the woman. “I wear, if you even think of—”

“Oh, I don’t think you quite understand the situation your in, wittle Nanine. See, I made sure to keep more than a few backups tucked away for safe keeping. So, if you had any delusions about getting back at me in someway like firing me or cutting my pay, know that this photo and many more like it will be on the front page of every magazine in the continent! Do I make myself clear?”

As much as she wanted to call her bluff, Nanine couldn’t risk the total ruination of the career she had worked so hard to make. With her head low, she muttered, “What do you want?”

“I want in.”

“W-what?”

“You heard me, I know that this little gig of yours makes more than enough money. How else would you have been able to afford your glamourous lifestyle otherwise? So, from now on, I’m your agent when it comes to these shoots. That means I’m in charge of picking the events, what you wear and I get half of what you make off these gigs.”

“,,, Thirty percent,” Nanine haggled, trying to reclaim some power in this conversation.

“Fifty precent, no less. Say yes, and I’ll even give you this copy I made to do which as you wish. Deal?”

“… Deal.”

“You sure no one will notice?” Violet asked, tugging at her dress for the thousand’s time that night as she tried to hide the unmistakable padding poking out from beneath her dress. Tonight was the big award show, and Violet had been selected to be the host for the night, which would have been fine if not for one little problem: Violet tended to get nervous while speaking in front of a crowd, and when she was nervous she had a tendency to… lose control of her bladder and sometimes her bowels at the worst possible moment. 

With the high possibility of wetting herself in front of a room filled with people, her friend Misty had suggested wearing “protection”, which she had promised to procure to try and let Violet avoid the embarrassment of buying them herself. When the night finally arrived, Violet quickly headed over to Misty’s apartment to “change”, but had been shocked at how utterly thick her new undergarments were. Misty had said it was to ensure she didn’t need to change or leak during the night, but Violet was still having second thoughts. “Maybe this isn’t—”

“You’re over reacting, V!” Misty said, pushing her friend towards the door. “No one will even know! If we don’t get going now, we’ll be late!”

Trusting her friend, Violet tried to push the thought of the diaper out of her mind as she followed after her friend, crinkling all the way.

Today was the day, the day Lissy would finally prove to her Mommy that she was a big girl! “Mommy, I have to go potty!”

“Oh?” The woman smirked as Lissy did her “Potty Dance”, bouncing from foot to foot as she pressed her hand into the padding of her diaper to try and keep from wetting herself. “I can see that, honey. Let me get the potty ready for you.”

Lissy grimaced as the urge to wet grew more and more with each passing second. “Hurry, Mommy! I got’s to go!”

“Hold on, I’m coming.” With the speed of a snail, the woman carried over the large plastic training potty and set it down in the middle of the floor. “There you go, honey. Now show Mommy you can use the potty like a big girl.”

Finally! Rushing over to the potty, Lissy plopped down onto the potty and released her aching bladder, sighing with relief as the pressure released. However, something felt wrong, she still felt wet, almost like when she… 

With a horrified gasp, Lissy realized too late that she had forgotten one very important step: she had forgotten to pull her diaper down first! All she had managed to accomplish was thoroughly soak yet another of her diapers. All her efforts had been a failure! Fresh tears sprang from her eyes as she bawled like the baby she had just proved she was.

“Aw… don’t be sad, honey.” The woman said reassuringly, patting the bawling teen on the head comfortingly. “You’ll get it one day, I just know it. Now come along and let Mommy change you out of that wet diaper and into a fresh one. Sound good?”

Sniffling, Lissy reached up and took her mother’s hand as she was led towards the changing table. Mommy’s right! There’s always tomorrow… 

“That’s it, Honey… keep your eyes on the shiny watch as it swings back and forth, back and forth…”

“Back and forth… back and forth…” You mutter mindlessly, captivated by the shiny object.

“Good. Now just let all those big girl thoughts fade away, like water flowing down a drain. You’re not a big girl anymore, but a big baby…”

“I’m a… big baby…” You repeat obediently.

“Yes, and since you’re a big baby, you need diapers to hold all your little accidents…”

“I need… diapers…” As if to prove this, you reach down and press your hand against the diaper snug taped around your bottom.

“Yes, because baby girls like you can’t help but wet themselves. Now show Daddy how much of a big girl you are, and let all those big girl thoughts flow right into your diaper…”

“Yes, Daddy…” Like the big baby you are, you let your bladder flow into your diaper, all your useless big girl thoughts going with it and soaking into the thick diaper.

“That’s a good girl. Now, I think somebody need a change into a fresh diaper…”

“Sarah, hurry up or we’re going to be late!”

“Just a minute!” Sarah yelled back as she worked on getting dressed. It was date night tonight, and her and her loving boyfriend had a whole night planned of dinner, a movie, and then coming back to their place for some… “special fun.” Sarah had been especially looking forward to tonight, as they were going to see the new horror movie, the one Sarah had been counting down the days until release. 

However, even though Sarah adored horror movies, she had a bad habit of wetting herself in fear without control. Which was why tonight Sarah’s outfit also included a thick and crinkly diaper taped tightly around her bottom, one that would no doubt be utterly soaked by the end of the night, guaranteed. Sarah didn’t mind though, and neither did her boyfriend. If anything, the diapers had the unintentional effect of spicing up their sex life, especially on days where she felt like being a bit more submissive.

“Sarah!”

“Hold your horses, I’m coming!” Throwing on her dress, she quickly checked to make sure her diaper wasn’t visible before grabbing her purse and waddling to he impatient boyfriend, loudly and noticeably crinkling all the way.

Tonight was certainly going to be interesting for the pair, that was sure…

While the boys are away, the girls will play. That is exactly what Kari had in mind when she called over her best friends Rose and Janice for a Girls Week while their spouses were away for the week. Only this wasn’t to be just any Girl’s Week, oh no. For all three woman had met through their one true shared love: Diapers.

While all three woman had settled down and moved closer together, they had never given up their secret love for diapers, keeping it hidden from their significant tother for fear of being rejected. But, when the time was right, all three would get together and indulge in their love together. 

It had been months since their last “Diaper Party”, so all three women had been looking forward to this day with excitement. As always, the rules were the same:

1: Diapers were to be worn at all times and always visible
2: The toilet is completely off limits
3: No one is allowed to change themselves. If they want to be changed, they must ask the other girls for a change.
4: Failure to follow these rules will result in punishment by the other two.

Oh, with a week of diapered fun ahead of them, they weren’t going to waste a minute of it. Already at least one of the women needed a change, but she wouldn’t be the only one for much longer…

Amber peeked through the window as she watched her parent’s van pull out of the driveway, bouncing excitedly on her toes as she watched them speed off down the road. The moment she could no longer see them down the road, she let out a loud, “Yes!” before sprinting upstairs.

Oh, she had been waiting for this moment for weeks. Both her parents were going to a wedding out of state, which meant that Amber had the whole house to herself for the weekend! And while she had promised her father “No parties,”, she had other, much better plans in mind. A whole weekend to indulge in her secret fetish: diapers.

In a flash, Amber had stripped out of her skirt and panties and dug out a thick diaper from her secret stash, sparing a moment to take in the heavenly scent of lavender coating the diapers. Bubbling with excitement, she wasted little time and laying out the huge diaper and positioning herself on top. She could already feel stirrings below as she pulled up the front on taped it securely in place.

Now diapered, Amber strolled around her room for a moment, taking in the loud crinkling of her new underwear. Running downstairs, she poured herself a bottle of warm milk before camping herself in front of the tv to watch cartoons.

Some time later, as Amber was in the kitchen getting a refill of milk, she felt a twinge in her bladder. Grinning, she took a deep breath before releasing it, her bladder releasing in rhythm. As her diaper sagged and warmed, the stirrings Amber had been repressing down below returned, powerful enough that she could deny them no longer. Pressing her hand against the warm padding, she rubbed and pressed the diaper into her crotch, gasping with pleasure. Dropping to her knees, she flopped back onto her back as her rubbing quickened and she moaned more and more with pleasure.

So distracted was she by the ensuing orgasm, that Amber failed to hear the sound of a car pulling into the driveway, or the jingle of keys in the door…

It had all started with a seemingly benign accident. Too much wine at a party the night before, only for Bianca to wake up to a soaked bed the next morning. Though embarrassed and in dire need of new sheets, Bianca had simply brushed if off as a one time thing and brushed it aside.

Until it happened again two nights later. And then another two nights after that. After the fourth accident in more than a week, Bianca had become worried and scheduled an appointment with her doctor ASAP.

A full physical turned up nothing, so her doctor took some blood and a urine sample to run some tests. In the meantime, he offered her some solutions if the problem persisted, like lowering her liquid intake before bed, setting an alarm to make nightly trips to the bathroom, purchasing a waterproof sheet to protect her mattress and, most mortifying of all, suggest purchasing some ‘Adult Incontinence Pads.”

Bianca wasn’t stupid. No matter what name they slapped on them, she knew what they really were: diapers. The kind worn by stupid babies and old people. 

Over the course of a week, Bianca tried out the doctor’s suggestions while she waited for the results. The waterproof sheet certainly saved her mattress, though it did nothing to protect her sheets. She tried limiting her liquid intake before bed, only to sneak a glass of wine or two with dinner. She tried setting an alarm, which proved useless as she slept straight through it.

After another week of wet beds and all her test coming back negative, Bianca had finally broken down and bought a pack of diapers for herself. Since then her nightly routine had been the same: glare at the packet of diapers for a few minutes before begrudgingly taking one out and lying it on the bed, adding a decent helping of baby paper (as one experience with the dreaded “diaper rash” had been one too many), pulling up the front of the diaper to make sure it wasn’t tight enough to chaff but not loose enough to leak, before taping it shut around her waist. 

As much as she hated them, Bianca was glad she no longer needed to do as much laundry. She just hoped these new nightly garments weren’t going to become a… permanent addition to her nights. 

“Give me a ‘D’! Give me an ‘I’!”

Tess shook her pom-poms as she practiced her routine for saturday’s game. She made especially sure to wiggle her butt, with would surely hive everyone in the stands a perfect view of the thick diaper barely hidden beneath her too short skirt.  

“Give me an ‘A’!”

As a student of the McAdrian School for the Incontinent, Tess was supplied only the finest and most absorbent diapers along with her other school supplies. The school had been started to allow those suffering from incontinence to seek a higher learning in an accepting and pleasant environment, as well as make connections with similar incontinent individuals.

Of course… it was a terribly kept secret that not all of the students attending the school were completely incontinent. Not yet, anyway… 

“Give me a ‘P’!” Spreading her legs, Tess sighed blissfully as she soaked her diaper, the plastic padding sagging below her skirt. “Give me an ‘E-R-S’!” Squishing her wet diaper between her legs, Tess jumped up as she shouted, “What’s that spell? DIAPERS!”