After months of chatting with a girl online, you’d finally worked up the nerve to ask her out on a date, nearly fainting from shock when she actually said yes.

The next weekend, you arrived at the restaurant early, dressed for the occasion as you waited nervously for your date to arrive. Despite having spent countless hours over the last few weeks chatting with the girl, Crystal, you had also heard all the horror stories about how everyone lied on the internet or used fake photos as their profile picture.

When you heard your name being called, you deep a deep breath and turned to face them… only for your jaw to nearly hit the ground in amazement. If anything, Crystal’s profile pic failed to really do her justice, as what you could only describe as a dark haired angel walked up to you. All your fears vanished as you walked her into the restaurant.

The night ended up being perfect as perfect could be. You enjoyed a nice meal together, went out to see a funny movie, and finally spent some time walking through the park. However, as you prepared to walk her back to her car, she suddenly dropped a major bombshell, inviting you instead to her apartment!

Not wanting to be rude, you agreed and it wasn’t long before you found yourself waiting in Crystal’s living room as she went into her room to “change into something nicer.” 

“Could you come in here for a moment? I need your help with something…” You hear her call out, getting up and walking to her room, expecting her to want you to reach a zipper or something.

What you didn’t expect to find was an oversized and fully stocked nursery, complete with changing table, crib and plenty of diapers. And who should be standing in the middle of this room but Crystal, wearing nothing but a visibly soaked diaper around her waist.

Blushing, she held up a fresh diaper and a bottle of baby powder to you and politely asked, “Could… could you change me? Please?”

For several moments, you struggled to say anything, unable to grasp the situation you were now in. What you couldn’t get over the most was how utterly adorable Crystal looked, blushing as she tried to cover her sagging diaper. After a moment, you smile and say, “Hop up on the table, and let’s get you changed in a fresh diaper before you leak.” 

“Daddy! Look what I can do!” Raising her butt into the air, Cindy did a handstand for about five seconds, using her feet to keep herself steady as she glanced at her now upside down Daddy. “See?”

“Very good, Cindy!” Daddy clapped at his little girl’s performance. As he did though, he noticed a strained look cross the girl’s face, her face turning red as she grunted and her plastic pants sagged to contain her messy diaper. “Looks like my little acrobat is in need of a diaper change.”

“Nu uh! Me diapy is clean-whooo…” Wobbling, Cindy cartwheeled backwards onto her diapered rear, mushing her mess against her bottom. Whimpering, Cindy sniffled behind her pacifier, tears threatening to leak down her face. “Da-Daddy… me need changie…”  

“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…