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Chapter 12 At a lazy Saturday morning breakfast, Michael and Sarah are excitedly discussing their plans to see the new movie after lunch. Lisa listens, smiling at their enthusiasm, and says, "That sounds like a great daddy-daughter outing! Sarah, I was thinking... remember how you had that accident at the park? It might be a good idea to wear a diaper to the movies, just in case." Sarah blushes, "But Mom…it might be crowded." Michael reaches over and squeezes Sarah's hand reassuringly. "Sweetie, it will also be dark and no one will be able to tell. Wouldn’t an accident be worse? There's nothing to be embarrassed about." Lisa nods. "Exactly. It's just a precaution. That way you can relax and enjoy the movie without worrying." Sarah considers this for a moment, then nods slowly. "Okay... I guess that makes sense."  Michael smiles warmly at her. "That's my brave girl. Remember, I love you no matter what." Sarah manages a small smile, comforted by her parents' understanding and support. "Thanks,” she says, taking a big breath, I'll wear a diaper to the movie." Lisa gives Sarah's shoulder a gentle squeeze. "You're doing great, honey. Now, who wants more pancakes?" The family continues their breakfast, the conversation shifting to lighthearted topics, and Sarah’s excitement at seeing the movie. — After lunch, Sarah heads to her room to change clothes before the movie. Lisa follows close behind to help with the diaper. Sarah feels a flutter of nerves in her stomach, but reminds herself that this is for her comfort and security. Lisa closes the bedroom door gently, providing a sense of privacy. "Alright, sweetie, let's get you ready for your big outing." Sarah nods, standing in the middle of her cozy, sunlit room. Lisa kneels down and helps Sarah out of her shorts and underwear. Sarah takes off her shirt, and shivers slightly as the cool air touches her bare skin.  "Here we go, honey. Lay down on the bed for me," Lisa says softly, unfolding the diaper and placing it on the comforter. Sarah complies, feeling the plush fabric of her comforter against her back as she lies down. Her mom gently lifts Sarah's bottom and slides the diaper underneath. As Lisa fastens the diaper snugly around Sarah's waist, Sarah can't help but notice the sensation of the soft, padded material hugging her skin. It feels different from her usual underwear, but not in a bad way. She’s used to this feeling at night, but the thickness of the padding is not something she’s used to during the day. There's a sense of security and warmth that comes with the diaper. "There we go, all set!" Lisa says with a warm smile as she fastens the final tape. "Now, let's find an outfit that makes you feel as comfortable as you are cute in that diaper." Sarah, blushing slightly at her mom’s comment, rummages through her closet and pulls out a few different options. She holds up a pair of loose, flowy shorts and a colorful t-shirt. "How about this?" she asks tentatively. Lisa nods approvingly. "That looks great, honey. The shorts are loose enough that the diaper shouldn’t be noticeable." Sarah tries on the outfit, twirling in front of the mirror. She's relieved to see that the diaper is indeed well-hidden beneath the flowy fabric of the shorts. She feels a bit more at ease knowing that no one will be able to tell she's wearing protection. "Remember, the diaper is just there to help you feel more relaxed and secure. It doesn't change who you are," Lisa says. Sarah takes a deep breath, letting her mom's words wash over her. She stands a little taller, feeling a newfound sense of confidence. "Thanks, Mom. I think I'm ready now." Lisa hugs Sarah close, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead. "No one will be able to tell, sweetie. Now go have a wonderful time with your dad." — Lisa hands Michael a small, discreet backpack as he and Sarah prepare to leave for the movie theater. "I packed a few extras, just in case," she whispers with a knowing smile. Michael nods appreciatively, slinging the backpack over his shoulder. Sarah bounces on her toes, excitement bubbling up inside her as they head out to the car. The diaper crinkles slightly beneath her shorts as she moves, a constant reminder of the comfort and security it provides. The car ride to the theater is filled with laughter and lively conversation as Sarah and Michael discuss their expectations for the movie. Sarah feels a warmth in her chest, cherishing this special time with her dad. At the theater, Michael insists on buying the biggest tub of popcorn to share, along with two large fizzy drinks. Sarah's eyes widen as she takes in the bustling lobby, the scent of buttery popcorn filling the air. They find their seats just as the lights begin to dim, settling in for the start of the movie. As the story unfolds on the big screen, Sarah finds herself engrossed in the plot, munching happily on the salty popcorn and sipping her drink. About halfway through the movie, however, she feels a familiar pressure in her bladder. She shifts uncomfortably in her seat, trying to focus on the film. The urge to pee grows stronger, and Sarah begins to debate her options. She could try to hold it until the end of the movie, but she wasn’t sure she could hold it that long. She glances at her dad, who is absorbed in the story, and then down at her lap, where the diaper is hidden beneath her shorts. Sarah weighs the pros and cons in her mind. If she goes to the bathroom, she might miss an important scene. Plus, navigating the crowded theater and potentially exposing her diaper in the bathroom feels daunting. And even if she did take it off, how would she put it back on? On the other hand, the whole point of wearing the diaper was to provide her with a sense of security and comfort in case she had an accident. She takes a deep breath, trying to calm her racing thoughts. The diaper feels soft and reassuring against her skin, a tangible reminder of her parents' love and support. Sarah shifts again, biting her lip as the pressure in her bladder intensifies. Minutes tick by as Sarah grapples with her decision. The movie continues to play, but she finds it increasingly difficult to concentrate. Finally, with a small sigh of resignation, Sarah makes her choice. Slowly, tentatively, she relaxes her muscles, allowing the urine to flow into the waiting diaper. The warm wetness spreads across her skin, and the diaper expands slightly to accommodate the liquid. Sarah feels a mix of relief and a tinge of embarrassment as she sits in the now-wet diaper. As the initial discomfort subsides, however, Sarah is surprised to find a sense of liberation washing over her. She no longer has to worry about holding it or missing any of the movie. The diaper has done its job, providing her with the freedom to fully enjoy the experience. Sarah settles back into her seat, a small smile playing on her lips. The diaper feels warm and comforting, a tangible reminder of the love and acceptance she has from her family. She turns her attention back to the movie, feeling more relaxed and present than before. She's relieved that she didn't have to miss any of the film, but also a bit self-conscious about the sensation of wearing a wet diaper with other people around. Curiosity gets the better of her, and she discreetly places her hand on the front of her shorts, feeling the squishy, expanded padding beneath the fabric. The diaper feels warm and heavy, a constant reminder of what just transpired. Sarah marvels at how the material seems to have absorbed everything, preventing any leaks or discomfort. She shifts slightly in her seat, adjusting to the new sensation as the movie continues to play. As the credits roll and the lights come up, Sarah and Michael gather their belongings and make their way out of the theater. Sarah walks a bit more carefully, aware of the wet diaper between her legs. She's grateful for the loose shorts Lisa helped her choose, which conceal the bulk of the diaper effectively. As they walk through the bustling lobby and out into the parking lot, Michael glances down at Sarah with a knowing smile. "So, honey, did you end up needing your diaper during the movie?" Sarah feels a blush creep into her cheeks, but she nods, looking up at her dad with a mix of sheepishness and relief. "Yeah, I did. I didn't want to miss any of the good parts, so I just... went." Michael nods understandingly, squeezing Sarah's hand reassuringly as they walk. "That's what it's there for, sweetie. I'm glad you were able to relax and enjoy the movie without worrying about bathroom breaks." Sarah leans into her dad's side, feeling a surge of warmth and gratitude for his unwavering support. "Thanks, Dad. I was a little nervous at first, but it wasn't so bad. It's actually kind of nice not having to hold it or rush to the bathroom." Michael chuckles softly, ruffling Sarah's hair affectionately. "I bet. And you know what? I'm proud of you for being so brave and trying something new. It takes a lot of courage to face your fears head-on." Sarah beams up at her dad, the embarrassment fading away in the face of his praise and acceptance. "I couldn't have done it without you and Mom," she says sincerely. "Knowing you both love and support me no matter what makes everything feel okay." As they reach the car, Michael opens the door for Sarah, and asks, "Do you need a change now, sweetie? We’re not that far from home, but I have extras in the backpack." Sarah pauses, a blush coming to her face. She reaches down and tentatively feels the front of her diaper, assessing its wetness. The diaper is noticeably damp, but not uncomfortably so. She really didn’t want to be changed in the car again, like at the picnic. Sarah decides that she can manage the short ride home without a change. "I think I'm okay for now, Dad," Sarah replies, giving Michael a small smile. "It's not too bad." Michael nods, respecting Sarah's decision. "Alright, honey. Just let me know if you change your mind." — Sarah and Michael walk through the front door, greeted by the warm smile of Lisa. "Welcome back, you two! How was the movie?" Lisa asks, opening her arms for a hug. Sarah hesitates for a brief moment, remembering the wet diaper beneath her clothing. But the genuine love and acceptance in her mother's eyes put her at ease. She steps into Lisa's embrace, feeling her mom's comforting arms wrap around her. As Lisa hugs Sarah, she gently pats her daughter's bottom, subtly feeling the slightly squishy texture of the wet diaper. Without missing a beat, Lisa pulls back and looks at Sarah with a knowing and reassuring smile. "I'm so glad you had a good time with Dad," Lisa says warmly, her hand resting gently on Sarah's shoulder. "And I'm proud of you for wearing your diaper to the movie - it feels wet." "Thanks, Mom," Sarah says softly, averting her eyes. "I... I actually used it during the movie. I didn't want to miss anything." Lisa's expression softens even further, her eyes full of understanding. "Oh, sweetie, that's perfectly okay. That's what the diaper was there for - to help you feel more comfortable. You made the right choice." Lisa's reassuring words wash over Sarah like a soothing balm. She feels the embarrassment start to fade, replaced by a growing sense of acceptance and self-assurance. Sarah follows Lisa to her bedroom, a mixture of emotions swirling inside her. She feels relieved that her mom is so understanding about the wet diaper, but also a bit nervous about what comes next. As Sarah lies down on her bed, Lisa gently removes her shorts, exposing the wet diaper. Lisa efficiently cleans Sarah up and disposes of the wet diaper. Then, to Sarah's surprise, Lisa reaches into the drawer and pulls out a fresh diaper. Sarah's eyes widen. "Mom, I thought... I mean, I don't need to wear another diaper right now, do I?" Lisa smiles softly, understanding Sarah's confusion. "Well, honey, I was thinking that since you felt more comfortable and secure wearing a diaper during the movie, maybe you'd like to wear one for a bit longer at home. It's entirely up to you, though." Sarah pauses, considering her mom's suggestion. She thinks back to how the diaper made her feel during the movie - protected, at ease, and able to fully enjoy the experience without worrying about accidents. "I... I think I'd like that," Sarah admits quietly, surprising even herself. "It did make me feel better, not having to stress about finding a bathroom." Lisa nods, her expression full of warmth and support. "I'm glad to hear that, Sarah. Remember, there's no shame in wearing diapers when you need them. It's a tool to help you feel more confident and in control." Lisa gently slides the fresh diaper under her bottom and secures it snugly at her hips. The soft, familiar feeling of the padding envelops Sarah, bringing with it a sense of calm.  With the diaper securely fastened at her hips, Lisa slips Sarah’s shorts up her legs before helping her off the bed. They return to the living room where Michael is waiting. He looks up and smiles at his daughter. "Feeling better after getting out of that wet diaper, sweetie?" he asks. Sarah nods, a hint of uncertainty in her eyes. "Yeah, I decided to wear a fresh diaper for now. It was nice not having to worry about an accident at the movies." Lisa gives Sarah a gentle side hug. "We're glad it helped, honey. And if you ever feel like wearing a diaper would make certain situations easier, you absolutely can." As Sarah settles into the couch, she shifts a bit, feeling the soft padding of the diaper beneath her. "You know," she says thoughtfully, "I have to admit, the diapers are actually pretty comfortable. They're kind of like a soft, cozy hug." Lisa smiles warmly at her daughter. "I'm glad you're finding them comfy, sweetie. And you know what? You look absolutely adorable in your diapers." Sarah blushes slightly, a mix of embarrassment and pleasure at her mom's words. "Really? You don't think they make me look... I don't know, babyish? And isn’t it babyish to wear them during the day when I don't really need them?" Michael shakes his head. "Not at all, Sarah. Diapers are just a practical tool, like training wheels when you're learning to ride a bike. If they help you feel more secure and focus on enjoying yourself, there's no shame in that." "Your dad's right," Lisa adds. "We know you're growing up, but everyone needs a little extra support sometimes. Wearing diapers at night has helped with your bedwetting, so it makes sense they might help during the day too.” With a smile, she added, “And you don’t have to be a baby to be adorable." Sarah considers this, blushing slightly, and looks unsure. "I guess... but what if someone finds out? Won't they laugh at me?" "They don’t need to find out," Lisa assures her. "You don't have to tell anyone if you don't want to. And real friends, like Kate, will understand and support you no matter what." Michael nods. "We'll make sure you have nice loose clothes that hide the diaper well. You can wear them discreetly and just focus on having fun, not worrying about bathrooms." "Okay..." Sarah says slowly. "So it's fine if I want to wear them sometimes, like for the movies? Or at home? But I don't have to wear them all the time?" "Exactly, sweetie. It's about choosing the tools that help you thrive in different situations," Lisa confirms. "There may be times, like long car trips, where we strongly suggest wearing one, just to be on the safe side, kind of like we do at night. But you're learning to listen to your own needs." Lisa continues, "And Sarah, we want you to know that when you're wearing a diaper, you have our full permission to use it whenever you need to, whether it's because you can't get to a bathroom in time or just because it feels more comfortable in the moment. If you're wearing a diaper, it's there for you to use as needed. You don't have to hold it or ask for permission. We trust you to make the best choice for yourself." Sarah absorbs this, feeling a mix of relief, embarrassment, and apprehension. "So... even if I just don't feel like getting up to go to the bathroom, I can use the diaper instead?" "Absolutely, sweetie," Michael confirms. "The whole point is to make things easier and less stressful for you. If using the diaper sometimes helps with that, then that's exactly what it's for." Sarah takes a deep breath, letting their words sink in. "I think I understand. I don’t want anyone to find out about the diapers, but accidents are really embarrassing. It will be nice not to worry about that sometimes. Plus it was great not missing any of the movie today." Her parents smiled at her practical attitude. As they settle in to chat more about the movie, Sarah feels a flicker of peace amidst the uncertainty. With her parents' unconditional acceptance and encouragement, she knows she can navigate this new territory at her own pace, gradually learning to embrace the comfort and security that diapers provide.  

Right after a shower and I or my mommy changes me into my PJs and into a diaper or pull-up, and then waking up in a diaper or to some cartoons. Another time is just around my mommy, especially when we cuddle and I’m little spoon ofc, I just feel so small and safe, also puts me right to sleep!

Thank you all for the comments! I hope the rest of the story lives up to your expectations. *** Part 2 As Grace stared at Jessica, angry and confused, she felt a wave of dizziness wash over her. “What are you doing?” she mumbled. “What’s going…” But Jessica’s presence suddenly seemed magnified tenfold. It was as if Grace was looking up at someone much bigger than her, even though she and Jessica were the same height. There was a strange tingling in her brain, a rush of sudden vertigo. She imagined she might fall over, right onto her bottom. She giggled. That would be silly! She shook her head vigorously from side to side, trying to clear it. “Not your… Not your big day,” said Grace, frowning. “I’m the bride.” Jessica let out another one of her tinkling laughs. “Silly baby, you’re not the bride! Rob can’t get married to a silly little girl like you. This is my wedding, but I’m being very generous and letting you be the flower girl. Aren’t you lucky?” Grace felt her head nodding enthusiastically. “Fank you!” she heard herself lisp. What the hell was happening?! The flower girl? Her head was clearing, but it felt as though she couldn’t control herself, like she was nothing but a passenger in her own body! “Look what I got for you to wear, sweetie,” said Jessica, and she held up the dress she’d been carrying. It was silly, frilly, and very small. The sleeves were puffy, the short skirt looked more like a tutu than anything else, and it had a large bow on the back. Grace felt sick at the sight of it. No self-respecting woman would ever wear something so childish, something clearly meant for the youngest of children. But her body seemed to think differently. She heard herself gasp with excitement, and she thrust out her arms and made grabby hands at the ridiculous thing. “Awww!” Olivia and Caroline cooed. What was going on?! What was happening to her?! Her head was fully clear now, but Grace’s body still was completely out of her control. Why were Olivia and Caroline acting like nothing was wrong?! “Alright, Gracie,” Jessica laughed. “Let’s get you changed. Olivia, Caroline, could you help her out of my dress?” The two women hurried forwards and got to work. Grace could only stand there obediently, smiling vapidly and crying on the inside while her bridesmaids worked together to strip off various pieces of her attire and lift the beautiful dress back up over her head, leaving her in nothing but her underwear – and she didn’t get to keep those for long either. “I can’t believe we ever thought you were an adult,” Olivia said, unclasping Grace’s bra and letting her large breasts spill out. She tittered at the sight of Grace’s tits wobbling on her chest. “Isn’t it funny how such a silly little girl has such big boobies? These massive knockers must have been how you tricked Rob into thinking you were a grown-up.” To Grace’s horror, she started giggling and jumping up and down on the spot, making her bare boobs jiggle about madly. Everyone laughed at her, and Olivia said, “I thought so! You’re just a naughty little brat, aren’t you sweetie? Just like Jessica said. I’m so glad you’ve come to your senses, Gracie. Jessica is clearly the one who’s meant to marry Rob, not you.” Olivia would never say those kind of things to her! Grace was sure of that. Jessica must have done something to her, and Caroline as well! Once Grace was standing in nothing but her undies, Olivia went over to Jessica with her wedding dress and started to help her change into it. Meanwhile, Caroline took the flower girl dress and held it up again for Grace to see. “You’re going to look just like a princess, Gracie!” she said brightly. Just like before, Grace couldn’t take her eyes off the mirror in front of her. But this time, her transformation was very different. Caroline slipped the tiny little flower girl dress over Grace’s head and started making adjustments to it, brushing down the skirts and squeezing Grace’s tits into the bodice. Grace winced. It was so tight across the chest that it was painful. Her breasts bulged out obscenely through the fabric, and the puffy, frilly, tutu-like skirt barely reached past her bottom. “There we go!” Caroline said. “Don’t you look pretty?” Grace looked at herself in the mirror. She wanted to rip the ridiculous dress off her body and scream at everyone until someone told her what the fuck was going on. She wanted to smack Jessica hard across the face and throw her out of the venue. Instead she smiled stupidly. “Uh-hu!” “Don’t forget to do her hair,” Jessica smirked, and Caroline nodded. Grace could only stand there with a dumb grin on her face while her bridesmaid tied her sleek blonde hair into ridiculous pigtails sticking out from either side of her head. There was a knock on the door and Annie, her third bridesmaid, finally came back into the room. “Hi girls!” she said. Grace prayed that maybe, this time, someone was going to come to her rescue. But then she saw that Annie was carrying something. Something large and white and rectangular. When she realised what it was, Grace felt as though her heart had dropped into her stomach. Even the stupid little girl in charge of her body didn’t like it. “Don’t need dat!” she heard herself whine as Annie came towards her, unfolding the crinkly, adult-sized disposable diaper as she went. “Oh yes you do!” said Jessica loudly, and Grace looked over at her, her bottom lip trembling. “Toilets are a thing of the past for you, Gracie,” she said, a malicious look in her eyes. “Stupid little girls like you go potty in their pants, and that means you need a nappy on.” Annie lifted up Grace’s flower girl dress, slipped a finger into the waistband of her underwear, and started sliding them down. Grace looked on in horror, a stupid little pout still on her face, as her lacy white lingerie, a sexy surprise for Rob on their wedding night, was tugged down her legs. No, she thought, watching as Annie tossed them aside, come back! But Annie was already slipping the bulky diaper between Grace’s legs, holding it up while she taped it into place. Grace could feel the soft, thirsty padding pressing against her pussy, ready to soak up all the pee-pee accidents she might have. This couldn’t be happening to her! “There we go!” Annie cooed. “This suits you much better than that little lacy number. Your undies need to be designed in terms of how many potty accidents they can hold, not sex appeal.” Once Grace’s nappy was on, Caroline stepped forwards again and, in case there was any doubt about Grace’s new position, placed a flower crown on top of her head. “There’s just one more thing she needs,” Jessica said, walking over to her old clothes and fishing in the pockets. “Here we go!” She came back over and shoved a bright pink pacifier into Grace’s mouth, where it immediately started bobbing between her lips. “Perfect,” Jessica purred, drinking in Grace’s appearance like she couldn’t get enough of it. “We’ll be ready to go very soon.” While her bridesmaids made the finishing touches to Jessica’s outfit, Grace toddled around impatiently, her thick diaper rustling noisily between her legs. Then, without warning, she felt a sudden pressure in her bladder. She clutched her hands to her crotch, but the urge to go had become uncontrollable almost the moment it had appeared. Grace felt pee rushing into her pants, drenching the thick padding between her legs. The front of her Pampers discoloured, sagging until the yellow-tinged padding peaked out below the hem of her dress. “Uh-oh,” she said softly, wrinkling her nose as the sharp smell of piss reached it. Inside her head, Grace was shrieking in horror. She wanted to throw up. She’d never been so disgusted in her life! It was awful, the feeling of her pee sloshing around in her pants, the sopping wet padding pressed against her nether regions. Someone had to save her! They had to! At last, Jessica was done. She smirked down at Grace in her ridiculous little flower girl dress, dummy in her mouth, her hair in ludicrous pigtails. “I think someone had better check the baby’s nappy,” she said. Caroline stepped forward, lifted up Grace’s dress, and probed the front of her diaper. “She’s done a wee-wee,” Caroline announced. “Should I change her?” “Is she about to leak?” asked Jessica. “No, I think it can take a bit more,” Caroline replied, as Grace fidgeted in place like an impatient little girl, praying desperately that her bridesmaids would come to their senses, that someone would rescue her. “Leave her for now,” Jessica instructed, a note of delight just detectable in her voice. “We don’t want to waste nappies.” “You’re in charge,” said Caroline, and she actually did a little curtsey. “That’s right,” said Jessica, her smile widening. “I am. It’s my big day, after all.”

Hypodermic 

I am ready for the evening and bed in a Little Kings diaper, dry for now. Even if I wet a little, I certainly won't change with just a small wetting, I'll just go to bed slightly wet.