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  1. Trapped in Diaper Dreams: Prologue I yawned, despite the three cups of coffee I'd already downed this evening. The subject of my testing, a Mr. Franklin Jones, snored next to me at a decibel level high enough that I wondered if I should be wearing ear plugs to prevent any long-term damage. Well, I'd have to remember that for next time. Mr. Jones was had volunteered for a special sleep study in which I, Dr. Hannah Lynton, tested my ingenious invention on him. It was an apparatus designed to allow a conscious person to control the dreams of someone who was asleep by measuring the activity of the awake person and projecting it as theta waves into the brain of the sleeper. On the surface, not many people see the utility of such a device. Why would you want to control someone's dreams? But they don't see the bigger picture. This could be used to allow people to speak to comatose loved ones. Or perhaps it could be used as a rehabilitation method on the criminally insane? The possibilities are as limitless as… Well, as dreams! Unfortunately, I haven't had much success. The test involved myself and the patient wearing special headgear attached to the machine between us. Then once he was asleep, I was to read a novel–in this case Moby Dick–and then when the patient awakes we ask him what he dreamt about and see if it matches the events of the book. This was our 5th time repeating this test and we've seen few positive results. On the 2nd night he did dream about being on a boat, but that's where the similarities ended. If tonight didn't yield any workable results, I'd be back to the drawing board. The door opened to my right and I managed to glance up from my book to see my colleague, Dr. Bethany Avery bringing me another cup of coffee. "Having fun yet?" she whispered. I gave her a quick smile and turned my attention back to my book. Protocol dictated that I keep distractions to a minimum. Although I had to admit, I could find myself very easily distracted by Dr. Avery… She placed the coffee cup on the tray next to me and took my empty one. "I don't know how you manage to drink so much coffee during these tests knowing you can't get up to use the bathroom until morning. Unless you're wearing an adult diaper or something?” I cringed at the thought. A diaper? Me? ”As if I would ever do something so…” Humiliating? Childish? ”Unprofessional.” She shrugged “Is it really all that less-professional than pissing in a bottle?” She glanced under my chair and I felt heat rise up to my cheeks. I know she couldn't see the bottle I'd hidden inside my purse, but I suppose she must have surmised that I was finding some way to relieve myself during these overnight tests. I think she sensed my discomfort with the topic and backed off a bit “Sorry, I'm being weird. Do whatever you think is best, doctor.” The sudden use of an honorific somehow made me feel like I'd messed up. Pushing Bethany away was the last thing I wanted. “N-no, it's fine! I umm… I guess I just… Never thought of it that way?” Perhaps I was just projecting my own desires, but I could've sworn I caught a hint of a smirk in her eyes. Was she… Enjoying watching me get all flustered? “Well, if you decide you wanna try it, I can probably sneak a diaper from the supply closet for you.” she winked, heading out of the room. My gaze lingered on the doorway after she was gone. Damn. She sure does have a way of getting under my skin… And her idea was… Not without merit. Using my “piss bottle” as she called it, was among my least favorite parts of this whole experiment. I'd never considered that there might be an alternative solution. But diapers? Really? How could I, a grown woman, stoop so low as to wear a diaper and pee myself like some kind of… Baby? And why are my cheeks burning so badly at the thought? *ZZZZZZTTT!* The lights overhead suddenly flickered as something on the machine burst and sparks spewed out. But none of that registered to my mind as my body went completely rigid and my head felt like it was on fire! I don't know if it lasted a second or several minutes, but when the Surge of electricity finally subsided I slumped in my seat, my vision darkening as I fell into unconsciousness… \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ (And now, a message from Wannatripbaby): Hi all! So this is the Prologue for a sort of Anthology series Princessdiapergirl and myself have decided to start for any sort of random, crazy story idea we get that isn't quite big or bold enough for a multi-chapter story. This way we can get straight into the good stuff without all the set-up. So far, we have one (1) fully written story for this series which we will likely post sometime within the next few days. After that? Well, that's where you come in! If you can think of any crazy or kinky scenarios you'd like to see us inflict upon our poor Dr. Hannah Lynton, leave a Comment down below and tell us! We might just make it a reality! 😁
  2. I'm trying something out, an anthology of short stories where we join our protagonist after the events that would have been the larger story. These are probably just going to be scenes and nothing too fancy. I figured Halloween might be a good place to start since magic and witches or whatever, but I don't plan on that being a common thing, so if you're anti magic maybe the next one will be better for you. I really just kind of like the idea of joining characters already in or done with whatever main event had happened and seeing what their lives are like afterward. Maybe it's a dumb idea or maybe it's a great idea, I dunno but I got the urge to write something and I did. The Next Day: Tricked and Treated The familiar pounding in my head signaling excessive consumption of alcohol woke me up, well, it brought me around to consciousness at least. I opened my eyes slowly, my lids resisting like old rusted out garage doors pleading loudly with their mechanical screeching against the disruption of their infinite slumber. The world blurred and tilted as my newly regained sight struggled to recalibrate itself after the previous night's events. I closed my eyes and tried to remember the party from the night before, the images fluttering through my mind enshrouded in a thick haze to the point that the only thing that stood out was my girlfriend. I remembered her hovering around me the whole night, being a part of everything I was doing despite our normal routine of separating and having our own fun, meeting periodically throughout the night to touch base and then coming together at the end of the night to leave. The whole thing allowed us to experience the same party completely differently and have things to share with one another that weren't already known. Thinking on our normal routine and the breaking from it for the prior night caused me to remember an argument we'd had, no, it wasn't an argument, I didn't say anything to her, it was more of a lecture, but I couldn't remember the reason for it. I could remember standing in front of her and she was talking to me, yelling at me? We weren't in the main room with everyone else, we were somewhere else, a room that was quieter, I remembered the music being muffled through the door behind me and remembered being thankful that no one outside that door could hear us, but why did I care so much that someone overheard us fighting? My vision finally came into focus and the room had found a stable axis to rest on and I sat up slowly, rubbing my throbbing temple as I propped myself up with my other hand. I sighed and worried about my vision again as the sight of pink flooded my field of view. I wasn't seeing pink elephants though, I was seeing pink everything else, bedding, walls, carpet, my shirt, everything had been drowned in Pepto and it did little to help my aching head. I sighed as I had to assume that I'd found a child's bedroom to crash in at the party and for whatever reason had changed shirts with someone, my skeleton bone bodysuit was obviously nowhere to be found amid the torrent of little girl decoration. I threw the princess sheets off myself and saw more pink in the form of the bottom of my shirt held together with buttons and stretched tightly over a massive bulge with pink plasticky material peeking out either side of the shirt. A tentative poke confirmed that I was indeed wearing a diaper, and the feeling of it led me to believe that it was less than pristine beneath the surface. The argument, or lecture, began to clear up in my mind. I remember standing in front of my girlfriend, looking down at my feet and feeling very ashamed and very sorry. She was chiding me for embarrassing her, my skeleton bodysuit in her hand, shaking at me as she yelled. I remembered seeing my underwear and the large wet spot on the front of it and then I remembered that I'd wet myself waiting outside the bathroom. She'd come from nowhere almost as soon as I'd started peeing and dragged me into the bathroom that I thought had been occupied, hence the waiting, like I was an overgrown toddler. A warmth down below brought me back to the present and I realized I was wetting the diaper I was currently wearing, no feeling other than the warm tickle on my sensitive flesh, which was followed by the sight of streams of yellow liquid coming out from beneath me, soaking into the sheet and pooling where I sat. Freaked out, I shot up from the bed, my knee banging on the short rail on the side, sending me tumbling to the floor face first. Everything was white for a brief second, and as I pushed myself up from my stomach I saw the door to my left open and as I got up onto my hands and knees I saw my girlfriend standing in the doorway with a look of concern on her face. "Baby, did you fall out of bed again? Mommy really should put you back in a proper crib, shouldn't she?" she asked rhetorically, talking to me as if I were too little to comprehend what she was saying to me. The memory of her going from being called "girlfriend" to being called "Mommy" flashed into my brain. She had thrown the skeleton bodysuit into the corner and had removed my underwear and the tub was running. I remembered thinking it was strange that she wanted me to take a bath in a house that wasn't ours while people had a party downstairs, but she was so disappointed in me for having an accident that I didn't argue with her. I remembered that fear shifting from her breaking up with me to her spanking me and then my thumb was coming up to my face, entering my mouth as I fought back tears. She was kneeling next to me now, I was still on all fours, my mind not concerning itself with standing up at the moment, but working on something else entirely. I could hear myself grunting, my hands clutching the carpet as I bore down and pushed. Her hand was stroking the top of my head and moving down the length of my body, stopping on my padded rear as she gently patted the crinkly garment beneath my button connected shirt. "Oh, is Mommy's little girl making a special present in her diaper?" she asked in a singsongy voice. I remembered her helping me out of the tub and wrapping a big, fluffy towel around me as she hugged me. The warmth of that embrace continued to calm me as the bath had, and I felt safe and loved as she dried me off and took my hand to lead me out of the bathroom, my concern about my nudity forgotten as I walked behind her with my thumb once again in my mouth. She picked up a diaper bag that was next to the bathroom door, one I hadn't remembered seeing before, and dug into it, producing a pacifier that she replaced for my thumb, continuing to lead me by the hand down the stairs to the party. I remember the people in the room moving back from us as we entered, clearing a path for us as we went to the center of the large living room and she set to pulling items from the diaper bag, the first being a pink plastic changing mat that she laid out on the floor and guided me down onto my back in the center of it. I looked up at the surrounding crowd of faces and sucked nervously on my pacifier as Mommy set to the task of getting me into my diaper so we could go home. Phones were held up and flashes went off as I was powdered and taped into a thick pink diaper with little princesses on the outside of it before I was sat up and a pink onesie was pulled over my head and unfurled down my body to be stretched over the diaper and snapped shut. "Alright, everyone, now that my little girl is dressed for bed we'll be off. Wave bye bye to everyone, sweetie." she insisted. I was noisily sucking on my pacifier and waving passively, a warm tickle in my diaper making me feel calmer and more sleepy that I had been a moment prior. By the time I was strapped into the carseat in the backseat of the car and we were at the end of the block I was so close to sleep that Mommy's words didn't even make sense to me. My task completed, my body was able to focus on moving again, but instead of standing up, I pressed my bottom against her hand and she followed me down as I sat onto it and the newly deposited contents of my diaper spread across my bottom. I smiled dumbly at her, drool running down my chin as I moved my butt forward and back slowly on her hand. "There we go." she cooed. "I was wondering when everything was finally going to hit you." she said, her doting, sweet tone replaced by a normal speaking voice. "I was worried I hadn't done the spell right when I saw your confused look when I walked in here." she told me. I was struggling to understand her, but that concern was superseded by the growling of my now empty stomach and I whimpered and started to cry as I pawed feebly at her now ample chest tucked away beneath her shirt. "I know," she said, "Mommy will give you a nice full tummy in a second, but before you're totally gone, I want you to know that all of this is for you." she told me. "I found your box of, I guess they were drafts of suicide notes, I couldn't stand reading more than one because of how badly they made me hurt for you." she explained, her eyes brimming with tears. "I've known for a while about your baby side, but I didn't want to bring it up because I didn't want you to feel guilty or ashamed and I figured that once you felt comfortable enough in our relationship that you'd talk to me about it and we'd try some things and have some fun, but you didn't and I got worried because I knew you were keeping a big part of yourself from me and I couldn't understand why." She was crying in earnest now, and her hand had come out from beneath my bottom and she was hugging me to her and I was crying because she was crying and also because I was hungry and that equal partnership was beginning to become less and less equal as the more instant gratification centric baby side of me took over more and more of my thoughts. "I did this to you to save you from doing something terrible to yourself and to me. I didn't feel confident that you could keep yourself safe so I took that worry from you and now you'll be my happy baby forever and ever." she told me, her tone returning slowly to that soft motherly one she'd started with. "Now," she began as she removed her top and undid the clasps on her nursing bra, guiding me backward into the crook of her arm as she held her nipple to my lips, "be a good baby and drink all your milk and then we'll take care of that yucky diaper." she lovingly commanded. I latched on and looked up at her smiling down on me as I began to nurse, the warm, sweet liquid hitting my tongue and rolling down my throat as the world began to close in and become a warm, fuzzy cocoon of love and calm. My life was complete, and it would be forever onward.
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