“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?”
“Ah, welcome home Mr. and Mrs. Greenburg! I hope you two had a fun night out.
“…Tami? Oh, she’s sleeping right now. I put her to bed early as punishment for being such a brat. Oh, don’t worry! It wasn’t anything I couldn’t handle. Have a seat and I’ll tell you all about it if you want!
“So, the trouble started as soon as you two left. The second we couldn’t hear your car anymore, she stood right up and started mouthing off to me, trying to tell me that she was a big girl who didn’t need a babysitter and that she was the one in charge. I know, right? I got a laugh out it too, seeing her try to be all bossy while wearing such thick diapers.
“Speaking of which, she then had the nerve to try and rip off her diapers, again saying she was too old for them! Well, I wasn’t about to let her piddle all over the floor, so some time spent over my knee did well to crush those ideas. Just to be safe, I made sure to put on one of her locking panties and warned her that I’d get out the mittens if she so much as touched her diaper again.
“She seemed to calm down after that, playing quietly in her playpen for the next hour or so. Right up until it was time for dinner at least, when she started getting fussy and refusing to eat the mashed peas and carrots you left her. Oh, she made such a mess, I spent forever cleaning it up, At least she didn’t fight me when it was time for her bottle.
“Now If only she was that calm when it came time to change her diaper. The poor dear was utterly soaked! She might have gotten a rash if I hadn’t bothered to check for myself. I wasn’t taking any chances this time, so I made sure to strap her down nice and tight. I even had to use the gag, because she simply would not be quiet although out, kicking and screaming about how she was a “big girl” who didn’t need diapers.
“I had finally had enough with her and had to put her over my knee again, just to remind who was in charge. She didn’t complain after that, but I still put her to bed early to teach her a lesson.
“… Next weekend? Sure, I’d love to babysit little Tami again! Hopefully next time I won’t have to use the paddle as much!”
Finally!” Julie exclaimed as she tossed her purse onto her bed. Halloween night and her mom had suddenly been called into work, which meant she had been stuck taking her goody-two-shoes little sister out trick-or-treating instead of going to Josh’s party. The hours had passed slower than Mr. Richards trigonometry class, before the brat had been tired out and they could finally return home.
Still, it hadn’t been all bad. She had snagged some of her sister’s candy when she wasn’t looking, as well as pilfered a handful of full sized chocolate bars from one house that had been too lazy to hand out candy, instead putting a bowl with a sigh reading “Please take one!” stuck inside. While her little sister had only taken one, Julie had scoffed at the whole thing and stuffed some of the candy in her purse.
Honestly, what did they expect to happen? It’s not like anyone will care… Strolling over to her closet, Juliet stripped down to her underwear as she retrieved her costume: a sexy Harley Quinn. Her boyfriend, Eric, has promised to be here to take her to Josh’s party in about a half-hour, which would give her more than enough time to get into her costume.
Twenty minutes later, Julie was all done up in her costume, her corset showing just the right amount of cleavage and her shirt short enough to give any on lookers a passing glance at her panties. Oh, Julie intended to make Eric squirm tonight!
With some time to spare, Julie decided now was a good enough time as any to dig into her pilfered sweets. Opening up her purse, she plucked one of the full sized bars from inside and undid the wrapping. There loss, my gain.
The moment she took a bite, her mouth seemed to explode with pleasure, devouring the chocolate bar and quickly grabbing another one. Drool dripped down her mouth as she quickly inhaled a second one, before moving onto a third. The world seemed to fade around her as she focused only on the candy.
So enthralled by the candy, Julie didn’t notice as her panties began to inflate, becoming the thick, absorbent plastic of a diaper with each bite. Her legs were pushed apart as the diaper became thicker and thicker, merging with her lacy shirt to form ruffles on the back. Her legs wiggled like jelly as she fell to her knees, knocking her purse off her bed and scattering candy across her floor.
Flopping onto her belly, Julie crawled across the floor towards the candy, a bib forming around her neck to catch her drool as she grabbled for another candy bar. Grunting, she felt a strange gurgling sensation in her bowels, hastily pushing to try and relieve the pressure.
“Hey, Julie!” Eric called out as he pushed the door to Julie’s room open. “You all ready for—” Eric froze in the doorway, her eyes fixated on his girlfriend’s diapered rear as she pushed, the back of her diaper sagging as the rancid smell of fresh shit filled the air. “J-julie?”
Julie glanced ever her shoulder, grinning as she wiggled her diapered butt hypnotically and waved at the stunned teenager. “Hi, Daddy! You want candy?”
Lisa absolutely hated her big sister, Miranda, who seemed hellbent on making Lisa’s life a living nightmare. For years, Lisa had endured no end of malicious pranks, teasing and humiliation from her older sibling, who always seemed to become a perfect angel whenever their parents were around, meaning Lisa’s complaints inevitably fell on deaf ears.
Then, on Lisa’s 13th birthday, Miranda finally went too far.
It was supposed to be the perfect party to celebrate her birthday. All of her friends were supposed to come over, they would play games, eat cake and even open presents together. However, on the day of her party, not a single person had showed up. Lisa had been devastated, and had spent the night crying in her room.
It had only gotten worse come monday, where every student seemed to be giving her mocking glances and snickering when they thought she couldn’t hear. When she reached her locker, she discovered the horrifying reason why: taped to locker was a diaper and a note that read “bedwetting baby”.
It hadn’t taken long for her to realize that not only had her sister called all of her friends and told them the party was cancelled. But, even worse than that, she had also leaked Lisa’s biggest secret, that she was a bedwetter, to the entire school, making her the laughing stock of her peers.
That had been the straw that broke the camels back. In that instant, Lisa vowed that she would pay her sister back ten fold for what she had done, no matter the cost. For weeks, Lisa had planned, schemed and gathered up everything she would need to make her sister rue the day she ever crossed her little sister.
Finally, on a night Lisa knew her sister would be fast asleep after hours of studying, she put her plan into action. Sneaking into her sister’s room, she carefully pulled back the covers on Miranda’s bed. Luckily Miranda was a heavy sleeper who liked to sleep in just a shirt and underwear, which made this that much easier. Reaching into her bag of supplies, she pulled out the babyish adult diaper she could find, having ordered a pack off a fetish site. Getting them had been an endeavour all its own, but Lisa knew it was worth it as she quietly taped her sister into not one, not two, but three of the thick diapers.
Trying her hardest to suppress her laughter, Lisa retrieved a pair of locking panties from her bag and carefully pulled them up Miranda’s legs. Miranda didn’t so much as stir.
Finally, Lisa pulled out her phone and took several photos of her now diapered sister with her phone and stealthily sneaked out of the room. Her plan done, Lisa set off to upload the photos to her computer as well as multiple backup locations she had spent days creating. Come tomorrow, Miranda would be at her sister’s mercy, lest she want these photos to appear on countless social media sites and the high school’s front page.
Lisa smirked. Oh, if everything went perfectly, she would ensure that Miranda stayed in diapers for a very, very long time.
“Dear Diary…
I had that dream again, the one where I’m a big girl in a big room with other big girls and we were learning things. Somebody had drawn weird squiggly lines all over the wall that I couldn’t understand. They gonna get in trouble!
I remember seeing Mommy at the front, and she was saying big words that I don’t understand. Maybe she was mad at me because I wasn’t wearing my diapey, she don’t like it when I take off my diapey unless Mommy’s changing me into a fresh one! None of the big girls were wearing diapeys either, which is just silly! Girls like them and me always wear diapeys, Mommy told me so!
But the scariest thing was when I saw Mommy in the dream, she wasn’t Mommy. But Mommy has always been Mommy! Right? Oooh… I feel funny all of a sudden and my head hurts… I don’t like this feeling…
Maybe I should tell Mommy about my dream. Mommy always knows how to make everything better! Plus, Mommy said she had a big surprise for me today if I was a good girl, and I have been a super good girl today! I even made a stinky like Mommy told me to! Time for a change!
Willow crawled as fast as her legs would carry her, the thick diaper locked around her waist making it impossible for her to even toddle. Still, she knew she had to escape this crazed funhouse, before the woman caught her.
“And if that mockingbird won’t sing,
Mama’s gonna buy you a diamond ring…”
She knew she shouldn’t have bought a ticket to this stupid funhouse, tucked almost out of site at the very back of the carnival. But Willow was curious enough to see what it had to offer, so she had payed and stepped on through the door.
“And if that diamond ring turns brass,
Mama’s gonna buy you a looking glass…”
The moment Willow had stepped inside, the nightmare began. Finding herself in a giant nursery with everything adult sized, she had been confused at first. In her confusion, she hadn’t heard the large woman walk up behind her before she had been grabbed by the arm and forcibly pinned down onto the changing table.
“And if that looking glass gets broke,
Mama’s gonna buy you a billy goat…”
With her limbs swiftly locked into restraints, she was helpless to resist as her clothes were cut from her body and she was diapered like some oversized infant. All the while her captor cooed and smiled as she powdered her and taped the diaper snugly closed.
“And if that billy goat won’t pull,
Mama’s gonna buy you a cart and bull…”
The moment the woman undid her restraints, Willow kicked as hard as she could and knocked the woman back, allowing her to roll off the changing table and on to the padded floor. Trying to run proved useless, as she barely toddled three steps before falling to her knees. Still she desperately tried to reach the door and escape this hell.
And then the woman had started singing.
“And if that cart and bull turn over,
Mama’s gonna buy you a dog named Rover…”
With each word, Willow felt like her brain was turning to mush, making it harder and harder to think. Even if she had wanted to run, she couldn’t remember how to even walk. Despite this, she finally reached the door, grabbing the doorknob and trying to wrestle it open, even as the knowledge of how to do so vanished from her brain. She grunted, struggling to open the door and flee back into the carnival.
“And if that dog named Rover won’t bark
Mama’s gonna buy you a horse and cart…”
With one final grunt, the back of Willow’s diaper sagged as she helplessly shit herself, the seat of her diaper now stained a muddy brown. He fingers slipped from the doorknob as drool ran down her mouth, her eyes glassy and devoid of intelligence. Her fingers soon found their way into her mouth, gleefully sucking on them.
“And if that horse and cart fall down,
You’ll still be the sweetest little baby in town.”
The very next morning, the carnival had vanished without a trace, almost as if it had never existed in the first place.
“Cassy, hurry up! The show’s about to start!”
“Coming!” Cassandra called from downstairs, grabbing the bowl of popcorn and racing upstairs, crinkling all the way.
Cassandra and Norean had been friends for as long as they could remember, having been next-door neighbours for much of their childhood and frequently going on play-dates. The two were so in synch some days, you could easily mistake them for sisters half the time.
Their absolute favourite thing to do during those days was have sleepovers together, in which they would happily race downstairs come Saturday morning and park themselves infront of the tv to watch cartoons, still wearing their wet diapers from the night before.
Another thing the two had in common was the fact that they had been bed-wetters well into middle school. Unfortunately, before the start of High School, Cassandra and her family had moved away, so they two didn’t see each other for years.
When they had finally reunited in their early 20′s, Cassandra had proposed they continue the tradition of watching cartoons together, diapers and all. Norean had need very little convincing.
So, every couple of weeks, the two would get together on weekends and be diapered from Friday all the way to Sunday evening. In a way, it was their own little way of recapturing their childhood and making up for lost time apart.
But really, the main appeal was the fact that the girls were also huge Diaper Lovers, and rejoiced in getting to spend time not just together, but thickly diapered just like old time’s sake.
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In a small town, there lived a girl named Susie. While Susie was known amongst the townsfolk as a sweet young woman, she was also known for the bevy of lies she spoke day to day.
Who broke the vase? Not me! Susie would say, even when there had been no one else home. Did you take the last cookie from the cookie jar? Nope, Susie would say, wiping crumbs from her shirt. Did you sweep the floor like I asked you to? Yep! Susie would say, while candy wrappers and dirt still littered the floor.
One day, Susie was awoken by a bright flash of light in her room. As the light faded, she was able to see a beautiful woman standing in the middle of her room, a magic wand in one hand and fairy wings fluttering behind her.
“Who are you?” Susie asked, to which the woman replied, “I’m the fairy of truth, and I have been saddened by the many times you have seen fit to lie even when you had no reason to.”
“I don’t lie!” Susie said, to which the fairies wand let out a buzzing sound in response. “And I don’t believe in fairies!”
“There you go again. You are supposed to be a young woman, yet you fib like a child. If you are going to ask like a child, then you will be dressed like one. Diapernochio!” With a wave of her wand, a shot of light hit Susie, making her underwear puff out into a thick diaper with childish prints on the front.
“What is this?!” Susie cried, trying desperately to remove the diaper and unable to.
“I will tell you once you answer a simple question for me. Was it you who stole the last of your mother’s cookies?”
“No!”
*POOF*! The diaper around Susie’s waist puffed up slightly, gaining almost a half-inch of new padding.
“Liar.” The fairy taunted.
“I’m not a liar!”
*POOF!* Again, her diaper thickened.
“Yes you are, and now everyone will be able to see. For every time you lie, that diaper of yours will get thicker and thicker, until walking becomes near impossible. The only way to reverse it is to tell the truth… or to use it fully and then ask another to change you into a fresh one.”
“Eww! I would never do that!”
The fairy only giggled. “We shall see, my little Diapernochio.”
Thus began the tale of Diapernochio, the girl who’s diaper got thicker and thicker with every lie.
For the longest time, I’ve been under the spell of a curse that has defined my entire life. Don’t ask me how I got it, because I couldn’t tell you. All that I know is that I discovered that I was cursed on my eighteenth birthday, when I tried to have sex for the first time some random guy I met at a bar. His name was Harry and I know this because of what happened next.
There we were, him grinding on top of me as we both inched closer and closer to climax. However, just as I was on the very edge, there was a bright flash of light and Harry disappeared. In his place was an incredibly thick diaper now taped around my sex, Harry’s name written across the waistband.
Even as drunk as I was, I started to panic. I tried desperately to remove the tapes, but no matter how much I struggled, they refused to come free. During all this, I was still incredibly horny and all my jerking a twisting around had only worsened my need for release. Seeing no other option, I grabbed the front of the diaper furiously rubbed myself through it, the sound of crinkling plastic filling the room.
Finally, I orgasmed into the diaper that had once been Harry, flopping back on to the bed exhausted. Tired, I drifted asleep, still wearing that diaper.
The very next morning, I awoke to find Harry sleeping next me, still soaked in the juices of last night’s session. Careful as to not awaken him, I slipped out of bed, gathered up my clothes and raced out of his home.
So, that’s my curse. Every time I have sex, my partner is transformed into a diaper that I am then compelled to orgasm into. Even worse, I have found that that’s now the only way I can get it off, and it’s even better if I use the diaper first.
However, that doesn’t keep me from picking up guys from the club, I just have to make sure i take them to my place instead, like my recent addition, George. I can already feel myself reaching the edge as I finish releasing my bladder, just a… few… more… rubs… Aaaahhhh…
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