“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!”

“Lily! Are you wet again!? I just changed you!”

Lily didn’t even glance up from the tv to give her mother a response. After flunking out of college and moving in with her mother, the teenage girl had gotten lazier and lazier by the day. It had started at first with her refusing to do laundry, seemingly content to just walk around the house in her underwear. 

Her hygiene had begun to slip next, going days without bathing or washing her hair. The worst had been when she had seemed to give up going to the bathroom, pissing herself in the middle of the couch without a moment’s hesitation.

After the third time cleaning the carpet, Lily’s mother had switched her back into diapers permanently, even going as far as to throw away her daughter’s entire drawer of underwear just to prove her point. Lily had barely noticed, going back to her show without a care in the world.

Dragging her daughter up the stairs, Lily’s mom led her into Lily’s room, which still contained the juvenile prints on the walls when she had been a little girl. As Lily climbed up onto her dresser turned changing table, her mother sighed as she went about changing her daughter’s diaper for the fifth time that day.

I don’t know how much more of this I can take! Luckily, that concoction I ordered should get here any day now. If Lily wants to act like a baby, I’ll make sure she stays one for a long, long time. That daycare I applied her to should take care of the rest…

“Mmm! Mpph! Mrr!” Shelley screamed into her gag, struggling against the restraints that held her steadfast to the bed in a desperate attempt to escape.

“No, no, no… I’m afraid you aren’t going anywhere, dear…” Her captor, likely the wife of the man Shelly had spent all night seducing, leaned over her with a smug smile on her face. “See, you aren’t the first tramp to try and get into my dear husband’s pants, and you certainly won’t be the last. And every single one of them have ended up where you are now: reduced to nothing more than a helpless baby.”

Reaching down, she patted the diaper she had changed Shelly into while the girl had been unconscious – likely due to the sedative that had been slipped into her drink when she’s first arrived. Only that hadn’t been the only thing slipped into her drink…

“Won’t be long know… Once you’ve had some time to calm down, I’ll take you to meet your sisters, all of whom are big babies just like you! Won’t that be fun?”

“MPHH! MMMPH!”