This is all your fault, just remember that.” Alice remarks as she rubs her padded behind, sitting within her personally stocked nursery. Alice was no ordinary woman however, and the diaper she was currently wearing wasn’t ordinary either, having previously been her now ex-boyfriend.

“When I told you my deepest secret, that I loved diapers and wanted you to be my daddy, all you did was laugh in my face. It took all the willpower I had to admit this to you, all you could do is laugh and make me feel humiliated. When I told you I was a witch and that I would make you regret it, what were you exact words? ‘You’re so full of shit?’”

*GRUMBLE*

“In a moment, one of us is going to be full of shit, and it won’t be me…”

Just A Bad Dream…

This isn’t real. It’s just a bad dream. Any moment now I’ll wake up and forget this ever happened.

At least, that’s what Becca kept repeating to herself day in and day out, if only to hang on to the last shred of sanity she had left. Time had lost all meaning to Becca after her ability to count had seemingly vanished one night, meaning it could have been weeks, if not months since she had found herself trapped in this waking nightmare.

She could just barely recall the first time she had woken up in this strange place, finding herself not in her queen sized bed, but in a massive crib inside and equally massive nursery. Her nest horrible discovery had come in the form of her clothes, or lack there of as Becca had been completely naked apart from the humongous diaper taped around her loins. Countless attempts to remove it had all proven useless, and had only been removed after she had thoroughly used it first..

If that wasn’t bad enough, her new “Mommy” refused to let her wear any other clothes, outside of an outfit that barely covered her breasts.

Becca paused as she felt the front of her diaper grow warm from her pee, her bladder releasing beyond her control. With each passing day, her control slipped more and more and it wouldn’t be long before Becca was as diaper-dependant as the day she was born.

This isn’t real. It’s just a bad dream. Any moment now I’ll wake up and forget this ever happened… I hope…

First Day

“Daddy! I’m ready for my first day of preschool!”

“Alright, alright, settle down. Got your backpack?”

“Yep!

“Crayons and markers?”

“Yep!”

“And I see you actually dressed yourself today…”

“Daddy! We’re going to be late!”

“Okay, just have to check one more thing…” Pinching the hem of her skirt, he hiked it up to reveal the white padding covered in colourful animals. “Yep, your diapered as well.”

“Daddy!” She whined, slapping his hand away as her face began to plush.

“Sorry, had to check first. Okay, take my hand and let’s get to the car. Don’t want to late of your first day, do you, honey?”

Giggling, she grabbed her daddies hand began skipping towards the door, her skirt bouncing up with each step revealing her thickly diapered behind, which was quickly changing from white to a dark yellow.

“Yes, that’s it… harder… harder…” Alice moaned as her loving wife, Lillie, rode her harder and harder, their diapers crinkling loudly against one another. After months of work, the pair had finally made their shared dream a reality: a fully stocked adult nursery, where they could frolic around in their thick diapers to their heart’s content, like the pair of big babies that they were.

And what better way to celebrate such an occasion than by pleasuring themselves within their brand new nursery?

A loud hiss filled the room as the lovers wet their diapers in unison, too overcome by their lust to even notice. The crinkles grew louder and more frequent with each passing second, as the two were pushed closer and closer to the edge.

Finally, the two lovers let out a glorious cry of ecstasy as they orgasmed into their diapers. The two stood frozen as they rode the aftershocks of such a glorious orgasm, panting heavily.

After a moment, Lille leaned forward and rested against her wife, kissing her on the neck and whispering in her ear, “I love you…”

Alice gave her a kiss back. “I love you too…”

Modelling Gig

This is the last time I take a job without reading the fine print first!

Nicole pouted behind her pacifier, staring back as the camera got the perfect shot of her thick diaper. As an aspiring model, Nicole knew that finding jobs could be difficult some times, especially during the dry seasons. If she wanted to eat and pay rent, sometimes she couldn’t be picky about which jobs she signed up for.

However, Nicole had only learned just what it was she was modelling come the day of the shoot: Adult Baby clothes, complete with specially made diapers. Like it not, Nicole had signed a binding contract, so there was nothing she could do.

I hope they finish soon… Nicole prayed, squirming as the urgent need to relieve herself became worse and worse. …Otherwise it may be a good thing these diapers are so think…

Walk Of Shame

Chloe had never been more embarrassed in her entire life.

After flunking out of college after only her first year, Chloe had returned to her mother’s home in defeat, hoping her mother would show some sympathy for the failing twenty-something. No such luck, as Chloe had barely stepped through the door before her mother had been upon her, berating her for wasting her time and money only to come home in shame.

Within minutes, her mother had confiscated her phone, her car keys, and even her nose ring. But she wasn’t done yet, as Chloe was helpless to resist as she was dragged off to the bathroom, her lace panties yanked down to her knees as her mother reached under the sink and pulled out the biggest pack of diapers Chloe had ever seen.

“I knew you’d come home a failure, so I made sure to be prepared! Time you started back from square one!”

Chloe was powerless as her mother diapered her for the first time since she’d been potty trained, her attempts at stopping her only succeeding in earning her several painful slaps to her hands. In the end, all Chloe could do was bury her face in her hands, sobbing as the diaper was securely taped closed. As she was dragged off again by her mother, the loud crinkling of her diaper served as a constant reminder of just how far she’d fallen.

How can it get any worse?

“Hurry up now!” Her mother scolded her as she dragged behind. “I’m not done with you yet! What a dropout like you needs is a good hard spanking!”

Priceless

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– Monthly Supply of Adult Diapers: $132
– Talcum Powder + Rash Cream: $16.98
– Bottle of over the counter Water Pills: $23.99
– Cleaning supplies: $50

– Turning your wife into your own personal diapered maid: Priceless.

Maid Service

“How can I be of assistance, Master?”

You weren’t sure what to expect from the “Rent-A-Maid” services. The ads in the paper and on Tv had promised a fantasy come true, no matter how absurd. Scrolling through their website on a whim, your heart had nearly skipped a beat at the sight of one of the options:

Diapered Maids.

You had called up the services that very night. The cost had been a bit steeper than you had thought, but you had reserved a maid nonetheless and waited with sweaty palms for her to arrive.

When she did finally arrive, you first thing you noticed was the heavy scent of talcum wafting off her, as well as the distinct crinkle coming from underneath her skirt, making your manhood quiver in excitement.

Licking your lips, you shakily replied, “I- I’d like you to clean this place up, but… but first… could you lift up your skirt for me?”

The woman only giggled, almost like this wasn’t the first time she’d be requested to do so. Turning around, she slowly lifted up her skirt, giving you a clear view of her thickly diapered behind that almost took your breath away, “Anything else, Master?”

Guided by your arousal, you walked up and placed your hand against her diaper. “How about after you’re all done cleaning, we have some fun together?”

“As you wish, Master.”

Special Program

“And here we have one of our newest students, being cared for by one of our upcoming graduates of the program. Like all our students, she was sent to us by a mother at her very wits end, unable to keep her daughter in line like a proper young lady.”

“She struggled with our caregivers, as they all do in the beginning, but after a week or so of our patented ‘remedial classes”, she was as harmless and carefree as the infant she now resembles, not a trace of her previous rebellious behaviour.”

“Our first stage of the program takes about six to eight months, during which our first years will be supplied a special diet to render them permanently incontinent. This ensures that they never try to rebel again, their dependancy on diapers acting a deterrent to keep them in line. After that, they’ll undergo retraining into maids, caregivers, and proper housewives. Their final assignment will then be to oversee another student undergoing the first stages, just as they were.”

“Once they graduate, they’ll either be returned to their families or, should they desire so, be adopted into a willing family. After ten years in service, our program has maintained a hundred percent success rate.”

“And that includes the tour of our facilities. Any questions?”

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