Mindthegap

I'm not looking to train my girlfriend to develop a pavlovian response to diapers, much less to wetting. I am looking for any tips as to how I can at least try and make the diapers a more pleasureable experience for her when we use them again. I know that I won't turn her into a diaper lover, but since she has agreed to try it again for my sake, I want to try and make it fun for her.

Hey everyone, I'm looking for some help on the topic of diapers in the bedroom.

I'm still looking to start

I would love to do an RP with you where the roles are reversed and you end up as my dom. Perhaps

I'd like to get some new forced-diapering scenarios up and running, involving bondage, humiliation and all sorts of punishments. I'd like to include sexual content as well, so all characters would have to be at least 18.

Rachel gulped, her chin and her t-shirt still messy from her gagged drooling. Shewas quite a sight to behold to the two officers: a stupendously attractive, barely legal redhead, taped into five inches of diapers and covered by nothing else than a short, thin t-shirt, tied into a cage with legs spread and diaper in plain view, her cheeks flushed and her eyes teary from the massive punishments she had endured today...

A few neighbours cheered at the sight of the top-star of their spank-banks being put into her place as a pampered pet in her playpen, hogtied and triple-padded. "Couldn't have happened to a nicer bitch!", one was calling. "Maybe you should take her for walksies sometime!", another. "Oh, sure, I've got a bone she could chase!", added a third. "Definitely! I've got something to drink for her so she can fill those pampers like a good bitch!".

Rachel's screams soon fill the night despite her gag, causing her face to blush even more deeply as her neighbours look up from their dinner tables. A few of them walk over to the fence to look at what's happening, and while some of them quickly avert their eyes from the girl in her translucent t-shirt tied to the tree with her bottom sticking out and receiving another harsh beating, others quickly take out their camera-phones and gawk at the scene of the neighbourhood sweetheart being displayed and spanked - fulfilling the wet dreams of several of the male inhabitants of Rachel's street. Had she not been so preoccupied with pathetically crying and mewling into her gag as her wet, barely-clothed tits trembled in the air and her beet-red ass shook under the impact of slap after slap, she might have even seen one or two of her neighbours sneakily guiding their hands towards their pants.

She gasps in shock at Caleb, prompting another spurt of pee to flow into her diaper, much to her shame. She was just about to launch a verbal assault against the two, but her newest accidents distracts her and drives her into a blush as she squeezes her legs together as far as possibly, causing a very audible, juicy crinkling. "How..." She cries out, trying in vain to cover her accident. "How dare you! You monsters! I never slept with anyone! And you... You..." Her diaper fills up more, the first traces of inner wetness visible through the outer plastic despite the extra-thick padding. "You... I thought we were friends! You stole Caleb! And now... I'm in... I'm in..."

Rachel is plopped down on her chair with a soft squish and a cloud of powder escaping from the leakguards. Sitting in her lightly used pampers, she desperately tries to shift her weight to be comfortable, not yet used to the feeling of being lifted up from the chair by all that extra padding - a feeling that would soon become second nature to her, but likely never fail to humiliate her. She stares in shame at the food in front of her, not able to bring herself to look at her former friends. "Wh-why...", she sniffs, "why are you doing this?" Even when sniveling and reduced to a messy diaper-bitch, her hair used as a guiding leash, the redheaded girl was still an exceptional beauty. In fact, the diapers seemed to emphasise her natural curves, and shame was certainly a good colour on her, as well.

Being seen like this by her greatest frenemy would have made her stop in her tracks had she not been driven on by occasional swats on her diapers by her handler. More and more, she thought this had to be a nightmare as her humiliations came in ever new servings.

Suddenly, brutally, the diaper-girl is ripped out of her sexual oblivion and is reduced to being Rachel Elliot once more, the eighteen-year old girl who is demeaned beyond reason and mercy on her birthday, the pussy who is suddenly an object of punishment and padded imprisonment, and no longer worthy of this hot boy's sexual attention. She cries and begs as he double-diapers her, once more shamed with fresh degradations as the extra-thick padding pushes her legs apart. Caleb had made the diapers extra snug, forcing them to rub up against her still hungry pussy but denying her any relief.

The diaper girl squirms and pants and wriggles in her bondage through the first orgasm of her life not delivered by her own hand. The feeling is incredible, and for a moment, she even forgets her name. For a brief second, she truly is diaper-girl - nothing more - as Caleb forces her body to betray her by enjoying the diaper-change, stretching her limits and raping her with his hands in her own home, on her very birthday!

"Mmmmmph!" The pampered brat complains with all the eloquence of a well-muzzled bitch at the sight of her hot ex-boyfriend. She shakes her head wildly as her shame increases ever more. Her degradation knows no bounds as the boy sees her in all her diapered glory - and with a very wet diaper, no less.

Still sobbing, the bound and diapered pet finally has to succumb to the pressure in her fatigued bladder and the influence of the drugs. With several gushes and a gagged sigh of relief, the eighteen year old diapergirl vents her bladder into the awaiting gauze, filling up the padding with her golden stream, making it swell with wet weight, putting strain on the leakguards around her milky thighs and finally causing a few drops of her piss to spill past the leakguards and onto the rubber mattress below, proving that a single thick diaper is still not enough when a disobedient, bratty diaper-bitch fills it up all at once.

The stinging of her bottom is still very much noticeable despite the lotion, and even the soft material of her diaper seems coarse and itchy against her glowing behind, forcing her to squat rather than sitting on her pampered bottom, to relieve the pressure a little. With her hands still tied in front of her, she presses the remote, trying to change the channel away from the tape of her younger self's diapered degradation, but with the TV now parent-locked, all she can turn to is live-action footage of her diapered self squatting in front of the TV in her all-but-naked, diapered glory. She sobs again and tries to change the channel again, but nothing else comes up.

Rachel is shaking like a leaf as both the pain and the diurrhetics work their way through her system. Her face is a steaming mess, her eyes and cheeks competing in redness with her utterly smacked bottom, her chin covered in drool and tears. She can't even look at her mother, instead trying in vain to cover her privates with her bound hand as she finally sobs. "Y-yes, Mo... Mama."

The birthday-girl is an utter sobbing mess, screaming and cursing and crying for her life as the spanking continues, her stiffening nipples rubbing over the coffee table. By the fifteenth smack, her words don't even make sense anymore, as she is reduced to pained whimpering and blabbering at the top of her lungs, trying to get her mother to stop, but only driving her mother more into punishment-gear.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! N-nooooooooooooooo!" She screams in pain at the first - admittedly relatively harmless - slap. With both her tape and her diaper ripped off unceremoneously, she clearly shows the signs of her first hour of punishment, but the redhead still hasn't been completely defeated, trying to cover her stinging bottom with her hands, earning herself another tight pair of fetters around her wrists. She cries and curses and complains, but even through the thick layer of cream and powder, her labia seems to almost... glisten. Especially as more and more powder flies away in tufts and clowds from each additional slap.

Rachel sobs with her bottle now taped to her mouth and her hands to the side of the bottle, forcing her to just suck and suck as she is made to watch her younger self degraded in diapers as well. Somehow, her current state is far worse than that of the twelve-year-old redhead on the video. Rachel's new Pampers are far, far thicker and more degrading, even relatively to her own growth, and the further shame of being trussed up with duct-tape and of having her perky C-cups revealed to the cool living-room air make for a far grander humuliation.

Rachel is still sobbing and breathing heavily when her pacifier is removed. "Puh-please! Y-you c-can't do th..." As the big rubber nipple of her baby-bottle is shoved into her mouth, her protests are shut up as some of the milk spills fro mehr mouth and lands on her breasts which are by now coated with drool and sweat and tears. The thoroughly humiliated girl looks through teary eyes at the small clowd of powder rising up from her thickly pampered behind. With her bottom still glowing from pain and degradation, she resigns herself to the fate of being an eighteen-year-old diaper-wearer forced to drink from a bottle, at least for a little bit, merely trying to cover up her shiny breasts with her hands, blushing in deep shame at what her mother is doing to her - and on her birthday, no less.

As Rachel's diaper lands with a soft thud between her feet, it already shows a big yellow spot on the inner padding from her initial loss of control, but her bladder is still close to bursting. "Mmmnnnnnnnnn! Mmmmmmmmmph!", she screams into her pacifier, then begins to bawl like a baby while her bottom is whipped properly with the belt. Even as she loses all pretense of adult appearance, with her perky breasts squishing against the rubber mat, with her butt bent over her - yes, HER - changing-table, the poor gitl's pussy gives in under the harsh smacks and vents a cascade of piss. Fortunately, her slightly used diaper is still lying between her legs and catches most of the golden waterfall, ending up completely soaked as some of her filth spills onto the rubber carpet. "Nnnnnghffffff! Mmmmmmhhmmmmmmmnnnnnnnnngh!" The hungover girl continues to cry and scream and beg into her mouth-filling pacifier as she is diapered more thoroughly and meticulously than ever before, gasping and squealing at the strange sensation of her nether regions being lathered up with oil before landin once more on her knees, her bottom lifted from the ground by a good inch or two of pampers-padding. With her hands now bound behind her back, and her tears dripping alongside her drool onto her uncovered breasts, the diaper-girl stares in horror at the completely soaked diaper on the ground - not only because she knows that this was the product of her degradation, but also because she remembers her mother's policy about wasting diapers, having once forced Rachel to spend three hours in a wet diaper, because the disobedient daughter had pissed herself only five minutes after having been changed, and wasn't going to get out of it until her next regular change.

((I'd love if we could make the next diaper changes a little more detailed, if you're okay with that))

Rachel yelps in shock at the swats, but is quickly shut up by her new pacifier. It feels huge in her mouth, filling up her oral cavity like a proper gag, reducing her protests to mewls and drooling. Before she can spit it out, the pacifier is tied in place, adding another layer of bondage. The eighteen-year-old can only look on in helpless horror and futile squirming as her mother reveals the first giant diaper of her new, more adult punishment. Her eyes widen in terror at the sight of the enourmously thick adult diaper. She screamed her protests into her gag. This was quite literally an utter nightmare. Not only did the immense plastic monstrosity crush any hope that her curvy, womanly body had outgrown diapers, it also made her punishment that much more evident. True, her mom had never made a secret out of her diaper punishments, but with her former baby diapers, she was sure that hardly anyone had noticed them. But with thick pampers like these, there was no way people wouldn't notice. She shook her head with tearful, screaming sobs as the diaper was wrapped around her desperate pussy and taped snugly into place. Her thrashing elicited lush crinkling from her new garments, shaming her even more. As she was released from her first of many diaper changes, the birthday girl immediately darted for her diaper with her hands, trying to rip it off, even while her bladder was starting to give in and released the first squirts of hot pee into the waiting padding. Not long now.

Rachel was struggling in her restraints through the entire presentation, refusing to accept that the bondage was unrelenting. "Let me go! I gotta pee!" Her face went ash-white as she heard the first - and worst - rule. Diapers. Her mother was planning to diaper again! How could she?! After the diapers had barely fit her four years ago, Rachel couldn't fathom that there were baby diapers big enough for her perfectly firm bottom. She shook her head throughout the reading of her new rules. "You can't do that! I'm an adult now! Screw you!" The redhead was pouting, but her bladder-desperation was becoming worse and worse, and ever more visible as it drove sweat onto her skin.