It was only getting worse and worse.

It had started not long after you had been dragged to the Hypnotist act by a few of your buddies. Of course, you didn’t believe in something as silly as hypnosis, so you had been surprised when the Hypnotist had picked you to come up and volunteer. With nothing better to do, you had walked up to the stage, following the hypnotist’s soothing voice as you began to drift off…

When you snapped back to reality, the crowd was laughing their butts off at you as while you sucked your thumb and crawled around the stage in soaking wet pants. Humiliated beyond belief, you had run from the stage and hadn’t looked back until you got home, hoping to put this entire thing behind you.

That was when the bedwetting had started. Night after night, you woke up with soggy sheets and a ruined mattress. You tried everything you could think of like not drinking before bed, setting an alarm, even going so far as to see a doctor, but nothing seemed to work. At your wits end, you had finally caved and gone with the last resort: diapers.

Except… you hadn’t bought regular diapers, like the kind you’d find in a pharmacy, Oh, no. Instead you had been almost drawn to more “Premium Diapers”, the kind made to look more childish and cute, like the ones babies wore but for full grown adults. Unable to stop yourself, you had ordered a case of the cutest diapers you could find, even shilling for the express shipping so you wouldn’t have to wait. Once the order had been filled, you had almost slapped yourself for being so stupid, wondering why you had done that. Still, what was done is done so you figured you’d live with it for now.

Once the diapers had arrived, however, you had torn into them like a man possessed, pulling one out and taking a long whiff of the fresh diaper scent. You not only wanted to wear it, you needed to wear it, hastily undressing and taping yourself into the babyish diapers. As soon as the last tape was set, you suddenly snapped out of your daze, returning to that moment on stage where you were humiliated in front of dozens of people. Realizing that all this must have been the work of the hypnotist, you rushed to your computer to look him up, hoping he had some kind of contact number.

When you did call up the number listed, you instead got the Hypnotist’s secretary. When you explained what was happening, she’d just laughed, but not a laugh of “Oh, you’re so silly!”, but a laugh of “Yeah, that’s to be expected.” She had told you that the Hypnotist would gladly undo what he had done, but that sadly he had just left for a world tour and wouldn’t be back for at least two months.

Horrified at the knowledge that you would likely be stuck like this for months, you were about to demand he fix this, when an uninvited wetness began to fill your diaper. Looking down in horror, you saw that not only were you wetting yourself uncontrollably… but you were getting aroused by it, a noticeable tent forming in the front of your diaper. In a daze, you quickly hung up the phone before sitting down on your bed, your hand drawn to your diaper like a magnet as you began to rub your freshly soaked diaper.

This was going to be a long two months, that was for sure…