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Hey everyone - I wrote this randomly in 4 hours today. Posting it for fun. I usually write stories for my own enjoyment but decided I'd share this one. I know there are a lot of fundamental mistakes, grammatical errors etc and I'm naturally bad at writing pros. I did not really proof read this. I know the content is a bit unrealistic and what not - but it the kind of story I like so I decided I'd take shot at it. Anyway - if people like the general theme or where it is going, I'll clean it up - format it and continue it in parts to share... Kyle's Summer Vacation: INTRODUCTION: It has been one week since summer began, and Kyle Connors was anxious with how quickly the last year had gone by. The 20-year-old boy lived with his parents in upstate New York, they were both professors at a local university and had high expectations for their children. His mother was a neuroscience researcher currently on sabbatical to write her book and his father was an archeologist who had just left for a dig in South America which would last most of the summer. Kyle’s older sister Kayla had been the golden child, she was a math/science prodigy and enrolled in Dartmouth two year’s prior. Kyle unfortunately was not as scholastically gifted as his sister, but he did okay was a B student and had been a competitive track athlete until a nasty fall ended his career during the final meet of the season. This led him to take a gap year instead of enrolling in college, he just wanted time to reevaluate his situation. So, over the past 6 months he’d been taking a few classes at a community college and working part-time at a local supermarket. To his parents’ disappointment – his progress at community college was well below their expectations, with him barely getting a C average his first year. More than anything they were concerned with his lack of attention and complacency, he seemed unmotivated. If anything, this gap year had caused him to go backwards – he was still relying on his parents for so much and didn’t seem to want to grow up. In fact – Kyle seemed to be settling into a normal routine as the child in the household. He would wait until the final moment to do his laundry, usually his mother would just end up doing it for him. He was resigned to playing video games and watching cartoons more often than his parents would have liked. He was naturally a clumsy person, so being around the house more often – he seemed to always be spilling on the furniture and tracking dirt through the house. Things like dishes, yardwork and general adult responsibilities were simply difficult for him to handle, so his parents were resigned to do it all themselves. Not surprisingly – Kyle’s parents had put numerous restrictions around his life. He had an early curfew, still had a bedtime and they even had parentals controls for him when he was watching TV or using the internet. To reduce distractions they’d throttled his phone, so the only apps he could engage with were learning based or educational. Beyond this – they had just taken to treating Kyle a bit younger than his actual age, basically wanting to know where he was at any given moment, what he was doing and wanting to make sure he was safe. In their eyes he simply was a kid, not an adult. Kayla had just arrived home two days ago, she was on her summer break and was ready to enjoy a relaxing summer.. Kyle was extremely jealous of his older sister, and it was really dawning on him how much better she had it. At this moment summer vacation was a thing of the past for him, he had to work at his boring job and was in online classes to make up for the failed classes from the prior year. His parents were elated with all her progress, and she was not under the same rules or super vision Kyle was. She had complete freedom as an adult should. This was not helping his stress and anxiety – the peer-pressure was a lot for him to deal with and he was having trouble sleeping, with dreadful anxious thoughts of failure keeping him up at night. Even though Kyle had been injured the prior year, he was still able to run long distance, and this was his main outlet for relieving himself of anxiety or stress. At 5’3 and 135 pounds – he had the perfect body for long distance and was pushing himself to get ready for marathon coming up in the fall. Even with all the strenuous exercise – he still was having trouble getting enough sleep and this was starting to complicate his life even further. About a week ago, the reality of his sisters return and his depressing circumstances set in on him. His mental health was waning and it was all starting to affect him physically. It seemed to all come crumbling down when he woke up a 4:30 AM to discover he’d done something that hadn’t done since the 8th grade – Kyle had wet the bed. This was not exactly foreign to Kyle – he had issues with intermittent bedwetting all the way up to middle school and had worn Goodnites for his predicament until he was 11. In fact, Kyle had struggled with potty training in his early years and because this he’d started kindergarten a year late, since at age 5 he was still in and out of diapers. His doctor had told his parents he had a small bladder and this was something that he’d likely have to deal with for the rest of his life. Kyle was good about limiting liquids but still usually went to use the restrooms 2 or 3 times more frequently than his peers. This is something he just had learned to deal with. That early morning Kyle was so disappointed in himself, he couldn’t believe what had happened and was not looking forward to his parents finding out. He luckily had a change of sheets in the closet. So quickly – he removed his soil linens and stuffed them in shopping bag and was able to fall back asleep. The next morning, he slept in and his mother was gone when he woke up, likely on her morning walk. He quickly went downstairs to do the laundry and cover up his shameful wetting incident. When his Mom arrived home later that day – things began to get complicated… Kyle was sitting in the kitchen watching Hilda when his mother called out from the den -“Hey honey – did you put some laundry down?” his mother asked in a surprising tone. “Yes, Mom I put it down an hour or so ago, just my sheets – I think it should be done soon” Kyle answered in a nervous studder. “Why did you do your sheets? I just washed them yesterday” his mother inquired shouting from the other room. “Sorry mom, I had night sweats last night and they just were gross – I’ll put them in the dryer shortly” he was really hoping his mother would drop this and move on. “Okay well I appreciate you helping, looks like they just finished so I will put them in the dryer – I need to get the rest of our laundry done” she thought to herself that this was a good sign, Kyle almost never did chores like this, maybe this summer he’ll start to grow up. As she opened the washer she was met with a pungent smell – it was unmistakably urine. As a mother of two children, she knew exactly what had happened. “Hey Kyle” his mother shouted presumptuously “did you forget to put detergent in the washer?” Kyle’s face went pale, and he sat in silence hoping the inevitable would not happen – how could he forget such a simple thing. As he turned to go try to mitigate the incident his mother came around the corner with his sheets in her arms. “Kyle Anders Connors – do you have something to tell me!” she was looking at him with a stern expression. Kyle couldn’t bring himself to admit the truth, so he stared at his bowl of cheerios sheepishly. “Kyle these sheets smell like pee, did you wet the bed last night?” his mother asked concernedly. “I, I, I’m not sure what happened mom – I’ve been really tired and I did 8 miles yesterday I must have drank too much water, I’m sorry” his face was beet red with shame and he wanted to run as fast as he could out the front door. His mother responded calmly but in a serious manner “Young man, accidents happen but I will not have you lying about it. I need you to be honest with me and your father all the time. It’s obvious that you can’t handle this like an adult. Let’s hope this is a one-time thing, if it happens again – you need to tell me right away and I will take care of cleaning it up since you seemingly can’t do it properly. If I’m not here, you need to call or text me to tell me what happened and I’ll give you instructions, am I clear?” “Yes mom” he responded with a very embarrassed look on his face. This was not exactly how he wanted this summer to start. He wanted to come up with some sort of excuse, but he couldn’t think of anything worth saying. His mother left the room quickly and put the sheets in the washer to run them again with soap. As she returned to the kitchen she sat down at the table across from Kyle… she sniffed the air inquisitively, there was a musty smell and she realized where it was coming from. “Kyle! Have you showered since this happened? You smell like pee!” she stated bluntly. “Sorry mom, I was hungry and had come downstairs to eat – I just forgot!” He responded with a terribly embarrassed look on his face. He was almost at tears. “That is ridiculous and gross! You must be more responsible than this. What next, am I going to have to bathe you as well! Go up and take a shower this instant!” Kyle immediately got up from the table and ran upstairs – so relieved to get away from possibly his most embarrassing moment in recent memory. After the awful morning and a long shower Kyle was determined to have a better afternoon. He went for a run on his favorite trail and was going to push to do 14 miles today. During the run he thought about what had happened and how much he must have disappointed his mother. Hopefully the next few days would improve, and this would be forgotten about. Unfortunately – the next few days and week did not improve at all. His bedwetting became persistent, and he only managed to have two dry nights over a 7-day period. There was even a day on his way back from a run when he had an urgent need to pee and ended up soaking hit pants just minutes before arriving home, fortunately he was able to scramble up to his room and throw his jogging shorts along with his socks in plastic bag which he hid under his bed. Each wet morning he would strip his soiled pajamas off, take a shameful shower and after which he would head down would go to his mother to tell her what had happened. This routine was becoming painful for Kyle and for his mother. Both of them just hoped things would work themselves out, but it was becoming obvious something would have to be done to help Kyle with his issues. CHAPTER 1: PLANNING FOR BLACK BEAR It was Sunday afternoon and Kyle’s mother Karen was preparing for lunch thinking about the next few weeks. The next day Kyle, his sister and Mother would be driving 6 hours north to Maine for a 3-week trip at Black Bear Resort and Lodge just outside Acadia National Park. This was an annual tradition for the family and something Kyle always looked forward to. This year, since Kyle’s father wasn’t joining them – his mother had arranged for her research assistant Candice to come along. She was a single mother of a three-year-old girl named Karly. Candice has been having a tough year, with a recent divorce and grueling new project she had undertaken that was putting undue stress on her. Her specialty was in childhood/pre-adolescent psychology, and she had recently been working on a new study to identify issue in children suffering from avoidance and regressive behavior. Kyle’s mother always enjoyed Candice’s company and was excited to have an adult friend to spend time with on her annual vacation. The kids always went off to do the various activities during their trips to Black Bear and it would have been a rather lonely experience to be with the older crowd at the pool and bar by herself. In fact, when the kids were younger, they’d typically be in the kids camps and she would spend most of her time at the adult pool with her husband relaxing during the trip. Candice had been somewhat concerned about having her little girl along with her, especially since she explained that she was struggling with potty training. Candice had decided to take a break on training for the first month of summer to relieve pressure on both of them and planned to ramp it up again as they started to get closer to the school year. Kyle’s mother assured Candice that the Little Cubs activity program and daycare would be awesome for Karly. Also, there was a cabin designed for families with little ones or kids with special needs – stocked with a changing table, large tub and Montessori bed for children. She remembered how helpful the resort amenities have been with Kyle since he was also a late bloomer with the potty. Candice was relieved at this and was excited to get a few weeks to really relax. As this conversation was happening – Kyle’s mother was reminded of the current bedwetting issue her son had been having… she decided to bring the topic up to Candice. “Hey Candice… this is a bit embarrassing for me to admit – but can I ask you for some advice in confidence?” she asked sincerely. Candice realized that something was concerning her friend… “absolutely you know you can tell me anything, what is up?!” Kyle’s mother began with a slow sense of apprehension “Well this a bit embarrassing, the past few weeks Kyle has been having an issue… he’s been wetting his bed almost every night and actually I even found wet shorts and socks in a plastic bag under his bed the other day when cleaning – which I think was from a daytime accident ” Candice eyes grew softer and she spoke with empathetically “Oh I see – well that is a bit concerning for a boy his age. I know you’ve voice concerns about him before – have you managed to take him to the doctor yet?” she asked with concern. “Well yes, actually I got the call yesterday and all the tests came back. Medically he is in incredibly good shape. Years ago he was diagnosed with a small bladder and he’d struggled with this until he started middle school but we’ve had no problems until just recently…” She paused nervously getting ready to pose the next question. “You see I’ve been thinking about the trip and what to do – obviously I can’t have my son wetting his bed in the cabin every night. The laundry situation alone would be a nightmare, not to mention the potential damage to the mattress… so I’ve thought about getting him some… well protection for his nighttime accidents. I know this seems extreme putting a 20-year old in diapers but I don’t know what else to do. I wanted to ask – as my friend and a professional in the field – do you think it would be damaging to him, from a mental and emotional standpoint?” her face was glowing red at this point and was filled with dread at how her friend might respond. Candice looked on with a calm and determined expression “Karen – I actually think you’re going in the absolute right direction here. In fact I believe it would have a positive impact on him – both mentally and emotionally. I’d even encourage you to take it… well maybe a step further, let me explain. Look you’ve been talking to me about Kyle for years and I’ve gotten to know him ever since we started working together. It has never been my place to say this, but I think Kyle struggles from avoidant personality disorder. In my recent research – we’ve found that adolescents with high achieving parents and even more so those with high achieving older siblings – can suffer from a fear of failure that pacifies them from taking on challenges since they’d rather not try than fail at something.” Candice pauses for a moment to gauge Karen’s emotion, although concerned, she seemed engaged and willing to hear more. She continued “in my recent studies – we’ve found that lowering the bar – if you will - can have incredibly positive outcomes for children suffering from this condition. In fact we’ve found recently that letting a child take a few steps back, can help them really explore themselves, release anxiety and gain new perspectives on life. This leads to more confidence, a willingness to take chances, helps them understand that failure is natural and is a natural part of life. This is part of the reason I’m having Karly go back to diapers for summer and am encouraging her to be little for a bit longer, not making it a punishment but an opportunity for he to be my lovely baby for just a little while more. This way she can come to terms with her outcome and be ready to try again with renewed confidence.” Karen looked at Candice with a somewhat concerned but very understanding look, “so you’re saying I should encourage Kyle to… umm act like a little kid? How would I even begin to do that?” Karen asked. Candice thought for a moment then said “well I think you just approach the whole situation with as much concern and empathy as possible. I’d suggest you bring up the diapers to him and make rules around the situation. For one, I think you take control over the whole bedtime & diapering process and further put him on a potty training regiment. That means, you’re the one who puts him in them and takes him out of them and you're the one supervising his use of the bathroom. Although he may be resistant in the beginning, it will take pressure off of him – I think it will be key to do this in the most loving and encouraging way possible. I’d also explain that since he is not completely potty trained – that there will be rules – just like I had with Karly. For instance – if he has any daytime accidents - that would mean he is in diapers for the rest of the day. From there – I bet there are little things we can work on together during our trip to help naturally regress him. Also - this is up to your discretion but I think you may need to explain to him the situation and give him options. He would either comply with our program or enroll him in a different type of correctional program... I'll let you decide what that would be. I mean he isn’t that big to begin with and if my evaluation is correct on him – the regression process will be a somewhat natural process for him. One thing I think we do right now, is call the Resort and see if they have any additional family rooms available. I bet Kyle would be just the right fit for the Montessori bed I the room they got for me and it would help with the whole process.” Karen nodded her head apprehensively “Okay I think this is worth giving a try, thank you for the advise Candice and the help in executing this. Hopefully we get great results for Kyle”. Although she was concerned over this, she felt what Candice was saying was right and this might be the perfect opportunity to give Kyle some time to be a kid again… well actually little kid and get him over the fear of failure. So that afternoon – they made all the arrangements and came up with a plan. Candice went shopping for a few things to help and was going to pack basically double for Karly to prepare for how far down the rabbit whole Kyle ended up going. Karen called the resort to make some changes to their reservation and ask some questions on camp policy. She was greeted by the nicest lady to which she explained her situation. She told her that one of her teenagers (she fibbed a bit here) had been having some issues with incontinence and would need extra help during the trip to attend to his “special needs”. The resort admin was extremely grateful for Karen’s information and honesty – since the camp has strict access policies for children who aren’t potty trained. The office woman expanded that she was in luck since a three-bed family cabin had just been canceled on and had 4 weeks of availability. She further explained that it was two rooms with queen beds and a third room that was designed as nursery/special needs room. She wanted to make sure this one was okay with her, since it was equipped with a large built in changing table, twin sized toddler daybed with a detachable front gate and a rocking chair. Also, she added that the room’s additional fee included complimentary access to ALL kids camp programs, which were accessible to children under the age of 17. Karen realized that she was being a bit dishonest here but knew that Kyle could easily pass for a teenager with his small size and baby face. “We’ll take it Miss, thank you for all your help we really look forward to checking in and enjoying our stay.” She got off the phone and went up to Kayla’s room where she was reading – she needed to fill her in on what was happening and how she’d be needed to support this. “Hey honey we need to talk” Karen said to her daughter. “Sure mom whats up?” Kayle responded. Karen explained the situation to her - Kayla although somewhat confused and frankly a bit amused seemed to grasp the plan and agreed to be supportive of everything her mother and Candice wanted to do. With that Karen grabbed her keys and with Kayla were off to the store to get supplies for the 3 week vacation that they were sure to never forget. CHAPTER 2: WAKING UP TO NEW RULES It was Monday morning at 8 AM – the day of the long journey to Maine. Karen walked into Kyle’s room to start the day and get things moving, She had planned this out in her head a thousand times the night before. He was still sound asleep and she was not surprised to smell the extremely strong smell of urine in the air – Kyle had wet himself in his sleep once again. Karen gently shook him awake, as Kyle stirred and slowly opened his eyes his mother in the most sweet tone she could muster said, “Sweety – it’s time to get up we have a very big day ahead of us. You had a big accident last night honey, you go shower to go get cleaned up and come back in here so we can get everything ready” Kyle was dazed and confused, his mother never came in his room like this but he figured it was a big day ahead so she was just trying to move things along. With less shame than usual as this had become more routine, Kyle said “I’m sorry mom, I didn’t mean to have another accident – yah okay I’ll go jump in the shower right now” she gave him a sympathetic stare and said “aww its okay my sweet boy, you couldn’t help it – just go get all clean and come back in here for a little chat when you’re finished. We just need to talk a little, don’t worry we’ll get everything sorted out” He nodded cautiously, a bit embarrassed by his mother’s tone and somewhat concerned by what she wanted to talk about. He jumped out of bed quickly to escape the situation and headed as quickly as possible to the bathroom across the hall. While in the shower – Karen got his bed stripped, put on the new plastic sheet she’d purchased the night before and brought in the new bag she had packed for Kyle which she would be showing him as they discussed the new rules he was going to have for summer. After a nice hot shower, Kyle came back in his room wrapped in a towel, his small frame was totally exposed and he was a bit timid to be so bare in front of his mother. His mother had pulled up a chair next to his bed and patted the soft plastic sheet saying “Okay Kyle come sit down, we need to have a talk” Kyle nodded his head and although he wanted to protest, he knew better with his mother and didn’t want to risk having a fight right before they went on vacation. He was somewhat upset by the new plastic sheet on his bed but was not surprised and thought it was rational in a lot of ways. He nodded his head and went and took a seat on the side of his bed. His mother spoke sternly but calmly “Kyle you’re just going to listen to what I have to say and not interrupt me – do you understand – I will tell you when I’m finished, if you interrupt me you will be punished and will not like it” Kyle nodded his head and began to realize this was going to be more than he had expected. “That’s a good boy – so as you know we’re going on our little trip today. The past few weeks you’ve been having a lot of trouble with the potty and it is time we address this issue” Kyle winced at his mother using the word potty, is seemed so childish and demeaning but he continued to listen to his mother “We are in a tough situation here, I simply can’t have you wetting the bed or your pants while we are on vacation. Especially since there is no way for me to do laundry, you could damage the bed in our cabin and plus it is just too much work for me to deal with while I’m trying to relax on vacation. As you know Candice and Karly will be joining us on our trip to Black Bear and will be riding up with us in the car today. I’ve spoken with Candice about your “situation” and we determined that the next few weeks is the perfect opportunity to deal with your problems and help you along. I know you’ve been under a lot of stress and we want to help you release that stress and get over your fear of failure.” Kyle as this point was terrified, what could his mother be talking about and why did she tell Candice about his bedwetting! Still Kyle remained silent and let his mother finish, she continued “I’ve decided that from a practical standpoint, you’ll need to be wearing protection during this trip. That means at night you’ll be wearing a diaper and during the day you’ll be wearing goodnite pull ups. Do not protest, I know you wet your pants the other day and hid it from me.” Kyle was dumbstruck but stayed silent, he new better than to interrupt his mother in these moments. “Further I’ve decided with Candice’s guidance that we should let you have some time to be free of responsibility and give you extra attention during this time. I promise this is going to be good for you and you’ll really enjoy it once you get past some of the natural embarrassment. You do not need to worry about being teased or anything, Kayla, myself and Candice are all on board here. So during the next three weeks, you’re going to be treated a bit like Karly, instead of a 20 years old – we’re going to give you the attention and supervision that a 3 year old would need. Not on everything but on little things. That means there are new rules you need to be aware of: We need to keep track of your potty time and give attention to your bedwetting. As I said you’ll be wearing protection at all times. Diapers will be required at night. You’re not allowed to remove your diapers on your own, an adult will be putting them on you and changing you out of them. During the day, unless deemed otherwise, you’ll be in pull ups. When you need to use the potty, you will come get an adult who will take you to use to bathroom, this will encourage you to be more attentive and will make sure you have no embarrassing accidents. Secondly – if you have an accident in your pull up, you’ll be put in diapers for the rest of the day and the bathroom will be off limits until the following day. We can’t be having accidents all the time. During our stay – we’ve arranged a family cabin. You’ll be staying in your own special room which is setup to accommodate your needs. The first week, your bedtime is going to be 8 PM. I will get you ready for bed an hour early, make sure you’re fed and bathed before bedtime. If you’re good and behave, we can talk about later bedtimes the 2nd and 3rd week. If you misbehave you’ll be subject time outs and if it gets to it, I will spank you if you disobey me, Kayla or Candice. You're required to be under adult supervision at all times. No going anywhere with out me, Kayla or Candice. When we are doing adult activities during our stay, you’ll be going with Karly to Kid's camp. We’ve arranged it all and you’ll be in good hands there. Staff are aware of you potty issues and they have specific rules/policies that you’ll need to follow. I will be picking out your outfits, bathing you and taking care of most things for you so you can focus just on having fun and relaxing during this trip. “Keep in mind, this is not just to address your potty problems but also something we’ve determined will be a therapy to help you overcome your crippling anxiety. I know you want that for yourself, so I hope you can be mature about this and let yourself enjoy this treatment for what it is. If you refuse, then I’ve made arrangements for you to stay at the University Hospital over the next three weeks in the Psychiatric ward – for an experimental drug therapy which I think you’d find to be… well not very fun. Okay so with that, I’ve said what I need to say and you’re free to respond.” Kyle looked down at the floor with and clenched his hands in fist. How on earth could his mother be doing this to him. This was so incredibly bizarre. How could he – a 20 year old man be reduced to wearing diapers and being treated like a child. Beyond the legality of it – he figured it was just crazy, however he knew he was in a pickle. His mother has a lot of power and knew the law incredibly well – he was not about to go to the Psychiatric ward – he’d been there before a few years ago when he took a bunch of pills and did not want to go back. He gathered the courage to respond and held back as much malice in his voice as he could, “I, I can’t believe you’re doing this to me! I do not deserve this… I mean I’ll wear diapers at night, that I can at least understand but why do I have to be treated like a toddler! That is simply ridiculous. Can I just wear the diapers, I’ll even let you change me if that makes things easier… I just can’t imagine going through all this.” Kyle pleaded aggressively. His mother stood up and sternly said “Kyle this situation has been evaluated and the plan is in place, either you accept this or we make the call right now and have you in the hospital this afternoon. This choice is up to you” Kyle looked was furious but he was deflated and staired at the floor. Karen calmy took her seat and put her hand on his knee “Honey I promise you’re going to have a lot of fun these next three weeks and it’s going to be good for all of us.” She gently tilted up his head and looked in his eyes “So baby, can you be brave boy for me and go along with what we have planned – we know what is best for you and this is going to help so much.” Kyle was tearing up and although he was upset at the whole situation – he knew his trade off and he had little choice but to comply. Kyle nodded his head begrudgingly and his mother smiled. “Awww that is my good boy, well we’re going to make this a trip to remember. So I have some things to show you and we need to get you ready for the big road trip”. With that his mother reached under his bed and pulled out an extra-large light blue suit case with Mickey mouse cartoon characters running all over it. This made Kyle blush in embarrassment. “So this has everything we need for your trip but I went ahead and got some of your swimsuits and regular clothes in there too for the last few weeks. Let’s get you all ready for the big car ride little guy” Karen walked over to the closet and came back with some clothes in her hand and to his surprise she was holding a big white diaper, with powder and lotion. “Mom – I thought you said I was going to be in pull-ups during the day?” Kyle asked – he was so embarrassed that he was actually begging to be able to wear a pull up, this was insane. His mother replied “Look we have a 6 hour car ride and we can’t be stopping every few minutes for you baby. Plus you always nod off in the car and your pull ups just wouldn’t hold a big wetting like that. This is for the best and plus – I said you’d be in diaper as “deemed” necessary so lay down on your bed and we’ll get you all ready” Kyle was flabbergasted, this was happening so quickly. In that moment he was paralyzed and just did what his mother asked. He laid down and closed his eyes so incredibly embarrassed on what was about to happen. His mother peeled away the front of the towel and exposed her naked little boy. She was surprised to see Kyle had no pubic hair, but she remembered that she had always bought him extra razors for him to shave his legs, he just preferred it as a runner – I guess he did it all the way up. With her little boy exposed she proceeded to lifting up his legs and having him hold them in position. She fluffed out the thick disposable and tucked it neatly underneath his bottom. She then proceeded to rub lotion on him and dust him with baby powder. She had him lower his legs, so she could do the front and then fit the diaper snugly over him. Taping each side securely in place. She knew in a few days this would become very routine and was actually surprised by how much fulfillment she was getting out of caring for her little boy. “Okay sweety that wasn’t so bad, you can open your eyes now you’re all done” She said softly to him hoping this wasn’t too much for her son. Kyle leaned upward feeling the new padding between his legs. It was humiliating but he was surprised with how comfortable it was, the fresh powder and lotion giving him an odd sensation. The brief moment of calm was disrupted by his mother saying “Okay arms up for me” He complied and his mother put a light blue smoky the bear T-shirt on him, he was about to protest but she was too quick. He was simply mortified by what she had for him next... “Alright little one let’s get you to step in your cute little outfit I picked out special for today” What she held out for him what was unmistakably a dark blue denim short-alls, he wouldn’t have been surprised if they were girls as they were uncommon for men but no doubt they were his size and would fit him. Again, he didn’t see any other thing to do but to listen to his mother. So with one foot and then the other he stepped into his new childish garment. His mother asked him to stand up as she pulled the shorts over his diaper hand secured the buckles of each strap over his shoulder. He could feel his diaper underneath pushing up between his legs and he was blushing red at the babyish feeling he was getting from being dressed like this by his mother. He simply couldn’t believe this was happening to him and stared in defeat at the floor, afraid to even glance at himself in the mirror. His mother gushed “Oh my you just look so adorable, already for our big adventure!" To be continued...

­Gina was a mischievous eighteen-year-old girl who loved to play pranks and push the boundaries. She often acted out at home and school, earning herself a reputation as a troublemaker. One day, Gina's parents had had enough of her misbehavior and decided to send her to a summer camp for "difficult" children. Gina was not happy when her parents told her that she would be spending the summer at Camp Discipline. She had always been a bit of a troublemaker and her parents were at their wit's end trying to figure out how to straighten her out. They had heard about Camp Discipline, a place where all the campers had to wear diapers and were not allowed to use the bathroom. They thought it might be just the thing to teach Gina some discipline. Gina was furious when she heard the news. She couldn't believe her parents were actually sending her away to a place like that. She had always been a bit of a wild child, but she had never done anything really bad. She couldn't understand why her parents would do something like this to her. She had never worn diapers before, and the thought of having to do so for an entire summer was mortifying. She also couldn't believe that she wouldn't be allowed to use the bathroom like a normal person. As the day of her departure approached, Gina's anger and frustration only grew. She packed her bags grudgingly and headed off to Camp Discipline with a heavy heart. She didn't know what to expect, but she knew it was going to be a long, hot summer. On the first day that Gina arrived at Camp Discipline, she was nervous and anxious as she stepped off the bus and took in her surroundings. The camp was located in a remote, wooded area, and it was surrounded by acres of lush forest. As Gina walked towards the main camp building, she noticed that there were several other campers milling about, all of whom were wearing diapers. Gina was taken aback by this sight. She had never worn diapers before, and the thought of having to do so for an entire summer was embarrassing and mortifying. She tried to push these thoughts to the back of her mind as she followed the other campers inside for orientation. The orientation was led by a group of stern-looking counselors, who went over all of the rules and regulations of the camp. Gina listened attentively, but she couldn't help feeling a sense of dread as she heard more and more about the strict rules and regulations that governed life at Camp Discipline. Finally, after the orientation was over, Gina was taken to her cabin by one of the counselors. It was a small, cramped space that was shared with several other girls, all of whom were wearing diapers. Gina felt her face flush with embarrassment as she realized that she would have to wear a diaper as well. The counselor handed Gina a diaper and instructed her to change into it. Gina hesitated for a moment, feeling humiliated and embarrassed, but she knew that she had no choice. She took off her clothes and taped up the diaper, feeling a wave of shame wash over her as she did so. As she finished changing, Gina couldn't help but feel like she was a baby, being forced to wear diapers and reliant on others to take care of her basic needs. She hoped that the summer would pass quickly, and that she would be able to return home and put this whole embarrassing experience behind her. The first few hours of wearing the diaper were torture for Gina. She was constantly aware of the crinkly plastic underneath her clothes, and she couldn't help but feel self-conscious around the other campers. But as the day went on, Gina tried to put the diaper out of her mind and focus on having a good time. In the afternoon, the campers gathered in the recreation room to play cards. Gina joined in, trying to have fun despite the diaper. But as the game went on, she started to feel an urgent pressure in her bladder. She tried to hold it as long as she could, but eventually she couldn't take it any longer. She raised her hand tentatively and asked the counselor if she could go to the bathroom. The counselor looked at her with a mixture of pity and disgust. "I'm sorry, Gina, but at Camp Discipline, we don't use the bathroom. You'll have to use your diaper." Gina felt a deep sense of disappointment as the counselor told her she had to use her diaper. She felt embarrassed and ashamed, knowing that she had to resort to using a diaper like a child. She felt her face flush with humiliation and her mind raced with the thought of having to rely on a diaper for her bodily functions. She felt her stomach clench with anxiety, knowing that she had no control over her own body and that she had to depend on a diaper to stay dry. But, despite her discomfort, Gina forced herself to accept the situation, knowing that she had no other choice. Gina tried to hold in her pee for as long as possible, but eventually she had to let go and wet her diaper. She felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment as she felt the warm sensation spread through the diaper, and she felt a strange sense of relief as she finally released her bladder. Gina was mortified, but she knew there was nothing she could do about it. She finished the game in silence, trying to hide her wet diaper as best as she could. Gina felt the wetness of her diaper against her skin as she tried to focus on playing cards. She felt the uncomfortable warmth spreading and her skin began to tingle as the wetness of the diaper started to take effect. When the game was over, she tried to slip away unnoticed, but one of the counselors saw her and called her over. "I think it's time for a diaper change, young lady," the counselor said sternly. Gina shook her head, feeling a sense of embarrassment wash over her. "B-but I didn’t wet my diaper," she said, trying to convince the counselor that everything was okay. But the counselor wasn't convinced. She grabbed Gina's wrist and started to lead her towards the changing room. "Come on," the counselor said, looking at Gina with a stern expression. "We need to change your diaper." Gina tried to resist, but it was no use. The counselor was much stronger than she was, and she was no match for her. Gina was taken to the changing room and put on the changing table. She couldn't believe she was being treated like a baby in front of everyone. As Gina laid on the changing table, her cheeks burned with embarrassment. She felt the cold air hitting her intimate areas as the counselor began to remove her warm, wet diaper. Gina felt exposed and vulnerable, her skin chilled by the sudden influx of cold air. She felt her stomach clench with anxiety, knowing that she was now exposed and vulnerable, and she felt a deep sense of embarrassment knowing that the counselor had seen her in such a state. She tried to turn her head away, but the counselor gently turned her face back towards her, a sympathetic look in her eyes. "It's okay, Gina," the counselor said softly. "Everyone has accidents. It's just a part of being here at Camp Discipline." Gina couldn't believe she was having this conversation. She was eighteen years old and here she was, being changed like a baby by a counselor. She couldn't believe her parents had actually sent her to this place. As the counselor cleaned her up, Gina couldn't help but feel humiliated. She had always been a bit of a rebel, but she had never been in this kind of situation before. She had always been able to take care of herself, but now she was completely helpless, unable to do anything but lie there and let the counselor do her job. As the counselor wiped Gina down with a cold wipe, Gina couldn't help but shiver at the sensation. It was so cold, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of discomfort wash over her. But as the counselor started to powder her, Gina started to feel a sense of relief. The powder was cool and refreshing, and it made her feel slightly better. As the counselor lifted up Gina's legs and slid a new diaper under her and taped it up, Gina couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over her. She was grateful to be done with the whole ordeal, but she knew it was something she would have to go through again and again throughout the entire summer. As the counselor finished diapering Gina, she gave her diaper a gentle pat and told her that she was all good to go. She slowly got down from the changing table, still feeling slightly shook from the situation. Gina returned to the other campers after her first diaper change feeling embarrassed and humiliated. She couldn't believe she had actually been changed like a baby by the counselors. She tried to avoid making eye contact with anyone as she took her seat, but it was no use. The other campers were all looking at her, their faces a mixture of pity and amusement. "So, how was it?" one of the boys asked with a smirk. "Did it feel good to be changed like a baby?" Gina blushed, feeling her cheeks burn with embarrassment. "It was horrible," she replied, trying to keep the quaver out of her voice. "I can't believe I have to wear a diaper like this all the time." "I know, right?" another girl chimed in. "It's so stupid that we all have to wear diapers. I can't wait to get out of this place." Gina nodded in agreement. She couldn't believe she was actually having this conversation. She had always been a bit of a troublemaker, but she had never been in this kind of situation before. She had always been able to take care of herself, but now she was completely helpless, reduced to wearing a diaper and being treated like a baby. As the conversation continued, Gina couldn't help but feel a sense of hopelessness wash over her. She had a feeling it was going to be a long, embarrassing summer at Camp Discipline. Gina's first night at Camp Discipline was not what she had expected. After dinner, the counselors gathered all the campers in the common room and informed them that they would be wearing footed onesies to bed and would also have to wear a large, bulky nighttime diaper. Gina couldn't believe what she was hearing. She had never worn anything like this before and she was mortified at the thought of having to wear an even larger diaper than she already had on. The counselors handed out the onesies and diapers and gave instructions on how to put them on. She couldn't believe the size of it - it was so much bigger than her daytime diapers, and it was so thick and bulky. She was also shocked at how loud it crinkled. Every time she squeezed it, she could hear the loud rustling sound that the diaper made. Gina was shaking as she pulled the onesie over her head and fastened the bulky diaper around her waist. She couldn't believe she was actually doing this. It was so thick and bulky between her legs, and she couldn't help but wonder how she was going to be able to sleep with it on. As she climbed into bed, Gina couldn't help but feel a sense of shame wash over her. She had always been a bit of a troublemaker, but she had never been in this kind of situation before. She had always been able to take care of herself, but now she was completely helpless, unable to do anything but wear a massive diaper and footed onesie to bed. "I can't believe we have to wear these things to bed," one of the girls grumbled, pulling at the sleeves of her footed onesie. "It's like we're a bunch of babies or something." "I know, right?" Gina replied, shaking her head. "I can't believe my parents actually sent me to this place. I feel like such an idiot." "Yeah, me too," another girl chimed in. "I can't believe we have to wear diapers all the time. It's so embarrassing." As she lay there, trying to get comfortable in her new bedtime attire, Gina couldn't help but wonder what the rest of the summer would be like. She had a feeling it was going to be a long, embarrassing journey. Gina woke up on her first morning at Camp Discipline to a wet diaper and a sense of dread. She had never wet the bed before and she couldn't believe she had done it now, in a place like this. She lay there for a moment, hoping the wetness was just a dream, but as she shifted on the bed, she felt the telltale warmth and stickiness between her legs. She knew she had to tell a counselor, but she was so embarrassed she could hardly bring herself to get out of bed. She lay there, trying to come up with an excuse, but she knew it was no use. She was going to have to face the music eventually. Finally, she gathered her courage and got up, making her way to the changing room. She was relieved to find that there were no other campers there yet, but she was still mortified as the counselor waved her in. She still couldn't believe she was having to go through this in front of someone else. As Gina lay on the changing table, she couldn't help but feel a sense of embarrassment wash over her. She had never woken up with a wet diaper before, and she couldn't believe that she had let this happen. But as the counselor started to change her diaper, Gina couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over her. She knew that she was in good hands, and she trusted the counselor to take care of her. When the counselor slid another nighttime diaper under Gina's butt, Gina couldn't help but feel a sense of surprise wash over her. She couldn't believe that she was being diapered with a nighttime diaper in the morning. She was expecting a thinner daytime diaper, and she couldn't understand why she was being diapered with a nighttime diaper instead. "Why am I being diapered with a nighttime diaper in the morning?" she asked. The counselor smiled and explained that all campers were required to wear their night outfits until after breakfast. "We want to make sure that everyone is well-rested and ready for the day ahead," the counselor explained. Gina couldn't believe what she was hearing. She had never heard of such a thing before, and she couldn't understand why she was being treated like a baby. Gina couldn't help but feel a sense of frustration wash over her. She had always been able to take care of herself, and she didn't like the idea of being treated like a baby. But as she started to protest, Gina quickly gave up. She knew that she had no choice but to do as she was told, and she resigned herself to the fact that she was going to have to wear a diaper for a little while longer. When the diaper change was finally over, she made her way to breakfast, and Gina tried to push these thoughts out of her mind. She couldn't wait to get out of this place and go back to her normal life. Gina's first camp breakfast was a disaster. She had never felt so embarrassed in her life as she walked into the dining hall with all the other kids, all of them dressed in their diapers and onesies. She tried to keep her head down and avoid making eye contact with anyone, but it was no use. She could feel their stares on her as she took her seat. She couldn't believe she was actually sitting here, dressed like a baby and eating breakfast with a bunch of other teenagers who were also wearing diapers. It was like a nightmare come to life. As she picked at her food, Gina couldn't wait to get out of her diaper and into some regular clothes. Gina returned to the cabin with the other girls, eager to change into her day clothes and daytime diaper. She couldn't wait to get out of her footed onesie and into something more normal. As she changed, she couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over her. She was starting to get used to wearing a diaper, but she hated the bulky nighttime ones. She much preferred the smaller, more discreet daytime diaper. Once she was changed, Gina joined the other campers as they gathered their things and prepared to go on a hike. She was looking forward to getting some fresh air and stretching her legs after a week of being cooped up at camp. As they set off on the trail, Gina couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement wash over her. She had always loved the outdoors and she was glad to be able to experience it again. She knew it would be a long, hot hike, but she was up for the challenge. Gina was about halfway through the hike when she started to feel that familiar pressure in her bladder. She tried to ignore it and keep going, but she knew it was only a matter of time before something happened. Just as Gina was starting to feel a little more relaxed, she felt a warm, wet sensation in her diaper. She froze, panic setting in as she realized she had wet herself. She couldn't believe it had happened on a hike in the middle of nowhere. Gina felt her diaper expanding between her legs as she continued to release her bladder. She felt the warmth of her pee spreading through the diaper and her skin tingling as she felt the wetness of the diaper against her skin. She tried to ignore the wetness, hoping it would go away, but it only seemed to get worse. She knew she had to tell someone, but she was so embarrassed she could hardly bring herself to speak. She just wanted to crawl into a hole and disappear. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the group stopped for a break. She knew she had to tell someone, but she was so embarrassed she could hardly bring herself to do it. She finally gathered her courage and approached one of the counselors. "I-I wet my diaper," she stammered, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. "I'm sorry, I just couldn't hold it," she said, trying to keep the quaver out of her voice. "I don't know what happened." The counselor looked at her sympathetically. "It's okay, Gina," she said, patting her on the back. "Everyone has accidents. It's just a part of being at Camp Discipline." Gina couldn't believe she was having this conversation again. She had always been a bit of a troublemaker, but she had never been in this kind of situation before. She had always been able to take care of herself, but now she was completely helpless, reduced to wearing a diaper and being treated like a baby. "I'm sorry, I'll try harder next time," Gina said, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's okay, Gina," the counselor replied. "We're here to help you learn discipline and control. It's not always easy, but it's worth it in the end. Unfortunately, I didn’t bring any extra diapers with me, so you’re going to have to wait to be changed until after we get back to camp.” Gina couldn't help but feel a sense of dread wash over her. She didn’t know she would have to wait until they got back to camp to be changed, and the thought of walking around in a wet diaper for that long was unbearable. She just wanted the hike to be over so she could get back to camp and be changed. As they continued on the hike, Gina was feeling uneasy as the diaper felt heavy and full. She tried to ignore the discomfort and focus on the beauty of the nature around her, but it was hard to concentrate with the wet diaper rubbing against her skin. As the hike went on, Gina started to feel more and more uncomfortable. The wet diaper was chafing against her skin, and she couldn't help but feel a little irritated by the constant pressure against her intimate areas. But then, something strange started to happen. Despite the discomfort, Gina began to feel a strange sensation of excitement. She couldn't explain it, but the wet diaper seemed to be turning her on in a way she had never experienced before. Gina was shocked by her own reaction, and she tried to push the strange thoughts out of her head. But the more she walked, the more the wet diaper seemed to be arousing her. She couldn't deny it any longer: she was starting to like wearing diapers. Gina was confused and a little scared by this realization. She had never thought of herself as someone who enjoyed wearing diapers, but there was no denying the way her body was reacting. She didn't know what to do, and she was afraid to tell anyone about her strange new fetish. But as the hike went on, Gina couldn't help but feel a little excited about the wet diaper between her legs. She knew it was wrong, but she couldn't help the way she felt. Gina tried to push the strange thoughts out of her head as the hike continued, but it was hard to concentrate on anything else. She was constantly aware of the wet diaper between her legs, and the more she walked, the more she found herself getting turned on by the sensation. She didn't know what to do, and she was afraid to tell anyone about her strange new fetish. As the hike came to an end, Gina was relieved when the counselors finally took her to the changing room to be changed out of her wet diaper. As she laid on the changing table having a counselor strip off the wet diaper, she couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. Despite the discomfort, she had secretly enjoyed the feeling of the wet diaper between her legs, and she couldn't shake the strange arousal it had caused. Gina knew she couldn't tell anyone about her strange fetish, and she tried to push the thoughts out of her head as she got changed into clean clothes and joined the other campers for lunch. But as the day went on, she couldn't stop thinking about the wet diaper and the way it had made her feel. She knew it was wrong, but she couldn't help the way she felt. The counselors gathered all the campers during lunch and announced that they would be required to drink a specific amount of an electrolyte drink every day to make sure they stayed hydrated. Gina couldn't believe it. She had already been humiliated enough with the whole diaper thing, and now she had to drink some weird drink that was probably going to make her pee a lot. As she listened to the counselors explain the importance of hydration, Gina couldn't help but roll her eyes. She knew they were just trying to help, but she couldn't shake the feeling that this was just another way to make her life more difficult. She decided to give the drink a try, but she couldn't shake the feeling that it was going to make her pee a lot. She knew she was going to be stuck in her diaper all day, and the thought made her feel even more miserable, but oddly aroused at the same time. Gina was surprised when another girl, a camper named Emily, invited her to go play cards with some other campers after lunch. She had always been a bit of a loner, preferring to keep to herself, but she figured it couldn't hurt to make some new friends. She followed Emily to the recreation room, where a group of campers were already seated around a table. Gina felt a moment of panic as she realized she didn't know how to play any of the games they were playing, but she tried to push the thought aside. She was determined to fit in and have a good time. As they played cards, Gina found herself laughing and having a great time. She was surprised to find that she actually enjoyed being around other people. She had always thought of herself as a bit of a troublemaker, but she was starting to see that maybe she had more in common with these campers than she thought. Gina was having so much fun playing cards with the other campers that she didn't even realize she had wet herself. She was laughing and chatting, completely unaware of the wetness between her legs. It wasn't until one of the counselors noticed that Gina looked like she had just wet herself that she realized what had happened. The counselor came over and checked Gina's diaper, and sure enough, it was wet. Gina was mortified as the counselor took her to the changing room to get her wet diaper changed. She couldn't believe she had wet herself again, especially in front of all the other campers. She felt like such an idiot. Gina was humiliated as the counselor led her to the changing room. She couldn't believe she was being made to wear diapers again, and she was mortified at the thought of being changed in front of someone else. But as the counselor gently removed her wet diaper and cleaned her up, Gina couldn't help but feel a strange sensation of excitement. She was embarrassed by her own reaction, but she couldn't deny the way her body was reacting. As the counselor laid Gina on the changing table, she was surprised to discover that Gina's intimate areas were aroused when she pulled back her diaper. The counselor's face flushed with embarrassment, knowing that Gina was feeling something so personal. She tried to remain professional, but it was clear that the situation was uncomfortable for both of them. After a few moments of awkward silence, the counselor asked her if she needed to have a release. Gina was taken aback by the question, but she nodded her head, too embarrassed to speak. The counselor smiled and told her it was okay, and that she would be there to help her. Gina felt a wave of relief wash over her, grateful to the counselor for understanding the situation and not judging her. She was also grateful for the opportunity to release the tension that had been building up inside her since the hiking incident. She used a variety of techniques to help Gina relax and let go of her arousal. She started by softly caressing Gina's skin and talking to her in a soothing voice, helping her to feel safe and comforted. The counselor then gently massaged Gina's intimate areas, using a combination of firm and gentle touches to help her relax and release any pent-up tension. She used her hands and fingers to stimulate Gina's sensitive areas, paying close attention to her reactions and adjusting her touch accordingly. The counselor gently rubbed Gina's wet diaper against her nether regions, trying to help her release the tension that had been building up inside her. Gina felt her body responding to the sensation and felt a wave of pleasure wash over her. She felt embarrassed and ashamed, but the counselor's gentle touch only seemed to make the feeling stronger. The counselor spoke to Gina in a soft and reassuring way, asking Gina if she was doing alright and if she wanted her to continue. Gina nodded her head, too embarrassed to speak. The counselor smiled and continued to pleasure her. Gina was shocked and embarrassed by the sensations that ran through her body as the counselor slid her finger into her. She felt her face flush with embarrassment as the counselor continued their ministrations, and before she knew it she was on the brink of an intense orgasm. She wanted to scream out, but she was too embarrassed, so instead she just lay there, her body trembling with pleasure as the counselor brought her to climax. Gina's climax was intense and powerful. She felt her body trembling with pleasure as the sensations ran through her, and she felt her muscles tensing and releasing in waves of pleasure. The pleasure was so intense that she could barely contain it, and she felt her body responding more and more with each passing moment. When it was finally over, Gina felt relieved and exhausted all at once. She was relieved that the ordeal was over, but also embarrassed that she had allowed herself to be so easily aroused. She had never expected this to happen, and she couldn't help but feel a little ashamed of her own body's response. The counselor was patient and understanding, and she took the time to make sure Gina was fully relaxed and satisfied before helping her clean up and changing her diaper. Gina was embarrassed but grateful, and she left to rejoin the others at the card table. Gina returned to the group of campers playing cards after being changed, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. She couldn't believe what had just happened in the changing room, and was worried the other campers would find out. She was determined to put the incident behind her and have a good time, but she knew it was going to be difficult. As she took her seat at the table, she couldn't help but feel self-conscious. She knew the other campers must have noticed her absence, and she couldn't shake the feeling that they were all talking about her behind her back. But as the game continued, Gina began to relax. She tried to focus on the cards and the conversation, and slowly but surely, she started to have fun again. As they continued to play cards, Gina noticed that Emily seemed to be squirming in her seat. She wasn't sure what was going on, but she had a feeling it wasn't good. Sure enough, a few minutes later, Emily stood up and Gina could see the bulge of her wet diaper under her dress. She couldn't believe it. She had just been through the same thing, and now it was happening to Emily. Emily shyly asked a counselor to be changed, and Gina watched as the counselor took her to the changing room. She couldn't help but feel a sense of empathy for Emily. She knew firsthand how embarrassing and humbling it was to wet yourself at Camp Discipline. When Emily returned from being changed, Gina could see the embarrassment on her face. She knew exactly how Emily was feeling, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of empathy for her. "Are you okay?" Gina asked softly. Emily nodded, but Gina could see the tears welling up in her eyes. "I'm just so embarrassed," Emily said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I can't believe I wet myself again." "It's okay," Gina said, reaching out to give Emily a hug. "We've all had accidents. It's just a part of being here at Camp Discipline." Emily sniffled and wiped away her tears. "I know, but it's still so embarrassing. I hate wearing these diapers and having to be treated like a baby." "I know how you feel," Gina said. "I hate it too. But it's just temporary. We'll be back home soon and we can put all of this behind us." Emily nodded, taking a deep breath. "You're right. We just have to get through it and learn from our mistakes." Gina smiled, feeling a sense of solidarity with Emily. She knew they were both in this together, and she was determined to support her friend and get through the rest of their time at Camp Discipline together. Later that night Gina returned to her cabin feeling exhausted but also excited about the new experiences she had encountered that day. Once she was back in her cabin, she changed into her nighttime diaper and footed onesie, feeling the familiar warmth and comfort of the fabric against her skin. This time was different, as she settled in she began to enjoy it. She felt the warmth of the fabric and the cushion it provided, and she soon found herself appreciating the thickness of the nighttime diaper. She felt more secure and relaxed having her thick nighttime diaper on than her thin daytime diaper. Gina was having a hard time falling asleep that night. She had spent the day exploring the trails with the other campers, and she was still feeling a little wired from all the excitement. As she lay in bed, she couldn't stop thinking about the wet diaper she had worn on the hike. She had enjoyed the strange arousal it had caused, and she couldn't shake the strange fetish from her mind. As the other kids in the cabin slept soundly, Gina couldn't resist the temptation to play with her diaper. She slipped her hand under the covers and started to explore her body, running her fingers over her diaper and feeling the soft crinkly fabric between her legs. She was excited and a little nervous, and she couldn't believe she was doing this in front of the other campers. Her diaper crinkled softly through her onesie with each movement. She felt a thrill of excitement as the diaper pressed against her skin, and she could feel her arousal growing with each passing moment. She began to explore the diaper, pressing harder and harder into it, feeling the crinkle of the diaper against her fingers and the warmth of her body against the diaper. Her breathing grew deeper and more rapid, and she felt her body responding to the sensations of the diaper against her skin. But as Gina continued to play with her diaper, she found herself getting more and more turned on. She couldn't help the way her body was reacting, and she couldn't shake the strange fetish that had taken hold of her. She knew she had to stop, but she couldn't resist the temptation to continue. As the night went on, Gina found herself getting more and more aroused. She was embarrassed by her own reaction, but she couldn't deny the way her body was responding to the diaper fetish. She knew she had to stop before someone woke up and caught her, but she couldn't bring herself to stop. She felt a thrill of excitement as the fabric pressed against her skin, and continued to lightly rub her diaper in circles, feeling the sensations build up within her. She felt herself growing more and more aroused, and she felt her body tensing with pleasure as she got closer and closer to her climax. She had to stay quiet and contain her moans of pleasure, but Gina couldn't take it anymore. She let out a little moan as she reached her climax, and she knew she had to stop before someone woke up and caught her. Gina felt a warmth spreading through her diaper as she reached her climax, and she could feel her diaper expanding slightly with a warm fluid. The feeling of the moist diaper against her skin was even more pleasurable now, and she savored the sensation as it gradually faded. She was embarrassed and a little scared by her own fetish, but she couldn't deny the way it had made her feel. She knew she would have to find a way to control it, but for now, she was just happy to have experienced such a powerful release. She felt satisfied and content, and she drifted off to sleep feeling satisfied and relaxed.

So this is me once again taking a crack at writing with my usual motif of saphic rescue and romance..... ???‍♀️ I'm going to be loosely using some Diaper Dimension elements but may edit out if I feel like they don't fit what I'm going for. This is basically going to be expiremental and playing with a new setting that may not have been explored a lot. It's also going to be focus on more middle/DL elements rather an AB along with plenty of thirsty women, bois and femmbies sharing living space for several months with a lot of intimate contact and little modesty so... #NSFW..... It was a warm early June day as the bus rumbled down the two lane black top with the mixed deciduous forest whipping past. The coach was clean and modern but even so the industrial AC was fighting to keep the big glass windows from turning the metal box into a greenhouse. Sarah Hawthorne felt emotions fighting in her chest as sweat beaded on her face. She was excited for what was about to come and knew it should probably be a blast but she was already missing her wife June… Missing June in June; she snorted and laughed at the thought. Not nearly as absurd as being 25 though, and headed for her first day of summer camp…. That thought made her blush as she was reminded of being in an oversized car seat. An awkward necessity that was just part of life now in a world where the average height was 10'. At 5'2'' she was tiny in comparison. The five point harness of it forced her sundress up over the diaper she was wearing. Making it dig into the already wet padding. pressing it against her sensitive area. Anyone walking by could see that the pokemon character patterns had faded. She flushed even pinker and bit her lip thinking about all the early experimentation, dialogue, and; intimate touch…. That led her to choose to become semi-incontintant. Needing diapers or at least pull-ups on plane flights, long car rides, and to catch the occasional night time wetting… Or messing… She shudders at the thought of a train blowout a couple months ago while going to a conference with June. After that it was always tape ups for long trips, just like what she wearing now and while she had first tried them for June. She didn't just wear them for the woman she loved. The woman who had rescued her and saved her life. She had quickly discovered and grown to enjoy the security and comfort they offered. Along with other; Side benefits… She grinned, biting harder on her lip as she panted and rocked her hips grinding against the strap. Trying not to be too loud even though the coach was mostly empty. Feeling the hot squishy padding press against her lips and little nub until a pulsing new heat rushed through her whole body. Collapsing into the comfortable seat cradling her with a sigh as she relaxed. Wetting her diaper again and fading out to sleep the rest of the drive to camp…

The camp is nestled on a island 10 miles off the coast of Washington state accessible only by ferry. Be you first time campers or seasoned diaper campers a fun time will be had for all. This year camp natu has many new activities an even a vr nursery room where you can be regressed for a few hours,3 full functioning nurserys with anything baby needs, loving careing caretakers. All nursery equipped with cribs to sleep in, a dineing room with plenty of highchairs. ( limit 7 campers)