Search the Community

I was waiting on my latest diaper delivery. The driver was 10 stops before me. Thats fine I will be able to hold it until he’s been. The cramps started to become unbearable as I kept refreshing the delivery tracker. 8 stops before me. There was no way I would be able to hold it for much longer. I was literally pacing myself up and down the house before I had to just bite the bullet and give in. I stood still and gave a slight push. My leg began to shudder as a big log began to slide out like a warm friendly snake. There was no going back now. The diaper expanded out to its maximum and the back of my jeans felt very tight. I had to push hard for the remainder. Once I was done I gave out a huge sigh of relief. I then began feeling rather anxious. I was in a full stinky diaper and I would need to answer the door to a delivery driver. There was no time to change so I decided to take a seat and wait. In the end it was fine I opened the door to the package being on the doorstep as he was walking away.

So here are two old pictures by BlackRoseSeduction. It shows a sequence where my OC is first led to, then forced to compete in, a "Pageant" for submissives. Write up below I'm fairly certain this write up has been posted in the story side in one form or another, but here it is for the pictures. The part in italics is by blackrose, the rest is mine. "Nnnf..." "Now now, sweetie. If you keep fussing like that, you're going to lose your pacifier and it's going to get aaaallll dirty. I think you've had enough lessons today to know better, hm?" :: Alex's bottom was still sore from the last lesson he learned. "No fussing when putting on dresses for Mommy." His bottom still stung, even in his big, comfy pink car seat.:: "Now, are you going to behave like a good little girl during this Pageant?" :: Alex nodded his head, a constant blush running across his cheeks. He was dolled up and ready as Mommy wanted him. He couldn't touch anything; he wasn't physically permitted to. Even though the false eyelashes bothered him, his hands were encased in sleeves, which were linked to the harness placed around his dress. No, he would remain just as Mommy wanted him until the Pageant was done. He was a good little girl.:: :: With a leash clicked to his baby harness, he had no choice but to follow like a little child. His skirt was too short to hide his diaper, and he didn't dare let go of his pacifier to speak again. He dutifully followed his Mommy like a little trained puppy, walking to the building with the giant Marquee that read "Little Teapot Beauty Pageant tonight":: "Good. Mommy wants to win, tonight. Be a good little girl and give the judges a good show.~" "Oh, and Little one... put all worries aside; your diaper is most DEFINITELY showing.~" Alex waddled behind her as best as the thick padding would allow. Even after all this time, every crinkle, every flash of white plastic and every awkward, waddling step made him blush. This was especially true with all those eyes on him. He nodded at the mistress' words, knowing he better do his best to win or face the consequences, and pouted at her comment about his diaper. Though he knew it was clearly showing, he hated to have it pointed out. He tried to think back on how he got himself into this mess. It all seemed so natural, he didn't really know what had caused it. He had arrived at the Mistress' house, told he was there for 'rehabilitation', not really knowing what that meant. It was as much his choice as anyone else's. He figured he would be out in a week or so, and move on. At first it had seemed like a game, a little bit of acting up, followed by a little bit of 'fun' punishment.... Except that he soon realized he couldn't say no to the games. The one week turned into weeks, then months, and the punishments went from brief little games to his full time life. They got more and more embarrassing, as he found himself being treated as if he were younger and younger. When the Mistress finally took out a diaper and lay it underneath him, (replacing the pull up she had him in at the time) it simply seemed natural. A spanking ended any argument, a few months without 'big boy privileges' ended any thought he didn't belong in them. Eventually, his "Mistress" became his "Mommy". Now here he was at the dreaded pageant. When she first mentioned it he had thought, or at least hoped, she was joking. He had gone out in public before, which was embarrassing enough, but an actual pageant? With all those eyes on him? He shuddered. As ordered he waved sadly at the tv cameras, trying not to think about how far they could be broadcasting. Making matters worse was a surprise twist he had only found out about that morning. He remembered waking up, nervous enough as it was for the upcoming pageant. He ate breakfast in his high chair slowly, wishing he could make the clock move slower. At that point, he was dressed in a blue baby boy onesie, diaper, and bonnet, which he would have told anyone was about as embarrassing as it gets. Oh, how naive he was. When he finally finished the last of the oatmeal shoved into his mouth by his "mommy's" over aggressive spoon, he sighed and let her help him get out of the high chair. He followed her into the bed room, expecting to find some childish version of a suit, maybe a costume, or perhaps a sailor's outfit all designed to prominently display his padded rear. Instead, to his shock, he found a frilly pink dress lying neatly on his crib. At first he didn't want to believe it. "Wha... what is that?" he asked nervously, dreading the answer. "Why, that is your dress for the pageant!" his mistress replied cheerily, as if it was the most normal thing in the world. He looked at her with wide eyes. "Wha..What do you mean!?" "I mean we are going to put you in a nice dress so everyone can see what a pretty little girl you are." The realization he had been avoiding finally clicked. They meant to put HIM in a DRESS, and say he was a GIRL!? "No! Please!" he shouted desperately. "I'm not a girl!" "Really?" his mistress said with mock surprise. "Is that so? Then why does it say right here on your form, 'baby girl'? It seems to be all filled out that way, are you sure your not a girl? I think we better put you in the dress just to be sure. Oh and look, you signed it, so it must be true." She showed him the form, "Sarah Paeron's Sissy Pageant," where the box 'girl' really was checked, then signed. By his own hand. Why had he missed that? He recalled signing it in a rush, with eyes full of tears, having just been 'persuaded' to do so and hoping the persuasion was over. "Silly baby, what did you think "Sissy" meant anyway? That they wanted manly babies? Is there even such a thing?" she asked. "But... but..." his complaints fell on deaf ears as she pulled the dress over his head. As soon as she let go of him, he reached for the hem of his dress. Though deep down he knew it was pointless, part of him hoped that by fighting back enough eventually she would give up. Maybe he could tear the dress? "I'm. Not. A. GIRL!" he said, yanking at it. He had barely a moment of rebellion before he found himself turned upside down. The dress, now partially flipped over his head, trapped him and kept him immobile while he was positioned over the women's knee. "Nooo..." he shouted, kicking. He knew full well what was coming next. WHAP! The familiar sting of the paddle came down upon his plastic-padded backside. He yelped in pain, and braced for the next. WHAP WHAP WHAP! They rained down as he cried and wailed. "You. Are. A. GIRL." she said, mimicking his earlier words, and punctuating each one with another spank. "You. Will. Be. A. Good. Baby. Girl. You. Will. Do. Your. Best. To. Be. Pretty. Effeminate. And. Cute. And. Win. The. Pageant. For. Mommy. Or. This. Spanking. Will. Seem. Like. A. Cakewalk. Understand?" "YESS!!!" he wailed, giving in. She finally stopped the spanking, sat him on her lap, and wrapped his arms in long, finger less sleeves. She wiped his tears from his cheeks and hugged him. "There's a good baby girl. Just let the tears come out until your done, mommy needs to do your makeup." If anything, that made him want to cry even more. So here he was, at the competition as a baby girl. Alex hoped this change wasn't permanent, but something told him it was. He stared jealously at those who were actually dressed as boys, then at his own, more effeminate competition. He wondered how many of the skirts he saw belonged to actual girls, and how many were just sissy boys like him. He joined a group of other adult babies in their own special category. Some looked as miserable as he was, while others seemed to have accepted their position and waved happily at the crowds and cameras. "See?" his mistress said, pointing at the happier ones "if you learn to accept what you are, you can love it too!" Alex cringed at the thought, hoping he never got to that point. Or so he told himself. He could feel part of his mind telling him it was better that way, that he belonged in, even preferred this lifestyle, that he really, truly hoped for it... He remembered the hug after the spanking, how soothing it was... Should he accept it and learn to love it, rather then finding it all humiliating and constantly being punished? ... Maybe it was better, accepting a life of cuteness, being adored, no responsibilities... He shook those thoughts out of his mind. He would NOT let himself go there. Anyway, he had other, much more pressing matters to worry about. He would be on stage soon, expected to look cute for the judges. If he didn't do his best to win, there would be more punishment in store, and he knew his mistress was all too happy to spank him right on stage. He really would have to work, which made his growing problem even worse... in his stomach, he could feel a rumbling, and cramps getting harder and harder to hold back. Perhaps Mistress had put something in his bottle earlier, perhaps it was just poor timing, he didn't know. He looked down at his skirt, barely covering the diaper, leaving it all visible for the crowds and cameras... He watched the line, trying to calculate how long it would take to get on stage, and how long he would be there demonstrating his babyish 'talents'... what were those talents again? Did she ever tell him what kind of show they would put on? Oh lord, what had she planed!? He hoped it had nothing to do with what he thought. More so, he hoped he wouldn't prove he needed his pampers right on stage. Did any of the things he had hoped for work out? Another cramp hit him. He hoped, oh he hoped... * (Picture 2) :: The pageant was enough to put a tinge on any sissy's cheeks. Back stage was a mess of wardrobe changes and ruffles galore! So many prissy sissies being dolled up for their big performance. Some wore wigs which were pasted cruelly to their hair, others restrained while their nails dried, posture collars in place to assure they didn't move as their makeup was perfected, etc. Everyone aimed to win, especially the sissies that often had much at stake if they lost. Alex could still feel the sting of his bottom from his last practice performance, so he knew he had to win this for Mommy if he wanted to be able to sit anytime soon!:: :: He was careful to walk past the other poor, pathetic little dolls in the hallway, moving his skirt from any staining hazards, tip-toeing past the chairs to be sure his shoes were not scoffed. He was a good sissy with a lot of practice keeping his outfit in ready shape, though of course, everyone wished to win... which meant there were competitive mothers that would do anything to make sure their investments paid off.:: "...Ooops! Dear oh Dear... you should watch where you're going!" :: Alex looked down with despair as he realized she was talking to him, seeing a nice, thick streak of blue across his white stockings. He didn't dare speak up to her, though before he met his Mommy, he knew he would need to remove those stockings!:: "Oh Sweetie. What happened to your stockings? I thought you wanted to keep your little diaper covered?" :: Alex blushed and looked away shyly from his Mommy. He couldn't think of a response, and remembering that his diaper was showing now, he couldn't even think to turn around and see if people noticed. As he thought on it, his Mommy was moving him somewhere in the room, and he realized pretty soon that he was looking out the side of the stage!! It was a huge crowd!! His eyes froze in horror as he was pushed out onto the stage. He hadn't been paying attention, but it was his turn to perform a dance for the pageant!:: :: His performance utilized several pirouettes, to which the audience always lit up in camera flashes. It wasn't exactly rare to see sissies wearing diapers, but the obvious embarrassment and unexpected shock on his face made it far too priceless to not capture that moment. Perhaps it was also something else... but Alex was too focused on his performance and humiliation to think on it. He shamefully twirled and danced across the stage, just as he had been trained to do, his Mommy proudly looking back to the other Dominant characters with a smugness to her success.:: :: As it would seem, this accidental tweak to the routine was enough to win the judges over! Alex stood proudly with his trophy, even if the title did make him blush: "Pageant's Biggest Sissy." It was a sissy's dream come true, and he let the moment sink in as a final relief to his humiliating performance. He felt a pat on his shoulder which made him swell with a little pride in his duties. ...But then he felt a pat on his bottom, to which he only just now realized... was wet this entire time.:: Dear Readers, I have read the above messages and would like to clarify some points here. There is a clear and direct attempt to slander my good name here. This was all a deliberate and successful plan to manipulate the judges, not an embarrassing mistake. I obviously just took a diaper since I definitely do not need them and barely ever wear them, and I used a bottle of apple juice to- segrsrgsfg (Please ignore Alex's previous statement. He is currently spending some quality time with a paddle and a bar of soap for the obvious naughty lie. I'll have him write a more accurate explanation later.) ... (The following is the truth. Alex will have to write honestly if he wants to get rid of the soap, and I'll be nearby with a paddle to ensure accuracy.) "That was a lie, I am sorry for misbehaving. I am very naughty baby for doing it. I always wear a diaper because I am a baby, and definitely do not do so willingly. I need them and know it is for the best that my mommy puts me in them. I accidentally tore my tights and was crying like a sissy baby as I was told I had to wear my pampers without anything covering them. I was so nervous I used them, as I often do, which one of few dsrgs - one of many, many, nearly uncountable reasons I need them. (There you have it, he admits the truth. Oh, and to say he was merely 'wet' is being kind to him. He knows better then to lie about such things. However, what he doesn't know is that it doesn't matter anyway, as it was filmed and broadcast on television, so anyone can see the truth. Right now we are going to finish his spankings as he gets to watch his most adorable, embarrassing moments on the big screen. Oh, and did his eyes go wide when he read that! If only I could capture that reaction. Also, don't tell him, but this competition qualified him for the next level of competition, which will be broadcast prime time internationally. He won't know until after of course, and we are sure to have something even more 'fun' planned.)

( (above image by Buckarooblaster on Deviantart, used with permission) "Are we there yet?" "We've barely left yet, and we still need to pick up your big sister," the large, graying middle age man in the front seat replied without taking his eyes off the road. "She's not my sister!" "Well she is now, Erica." this time he glanced into the mirror to see her, and spoke with an edge of warning in his voice. "And she's not my "big" sister," Erica muttered. "Hey!" he growled. "That's enough whining. Settle down and watch your cartoons or I'll pull over and spank your bottom!" The woman sitting beside him, herself a bit older but with her hair still blond, turned back and pointed a finger at her. "You know your new position now. Complaining won't change it. We've given all you should need to be happy, you have your cartoons and your stuffy if your bored and that paci should keep you from complaining. We shouldn't hear a peep out of you until we get there. Accept your new place or we'll give you something to whine about." Erica sighed and rested her head on her hand. The cartoon flickered in front of her, but she was bored of it already. It didn't have any real plot she could see, just flickering lights and cutesy animals. She turned to look out the window, hearing her diaper crinkle as she shifted positions. The car seat she sat in, though comfortable, came with tight straps didn't allow for much movement, making any shift an effort. Trees ran by the car at top speed, and she imagined a figure running over their tops, jumping from branch to branch. As it was, her "position" didn't give her much other options. From their perspective, those cartoons were a perfect match for her- as was the diaper she was wearing, the stuffed cat in her arms, the pacifier in her mouth, and the baby bottle and diaper bag packed on either side of her car seat. The fact that her diaper was both printed and plainly visible under her yellow t shirt drove the point home. In this country, there was no point in even trying to hide her status. A skirt, shorts, or even a onesie might have implied- god forbid- that there was a reason to hide her underwear while out in public. She remembered how excited she had been when the laws changed. It had only been about a year (she wasn't certain as no one bothered to tell her times or dates) but felt like a life time ago. She had a 'normal' life before, at least from the outside. She went to university, worked her way though and even got a job. Anyone who knew her would think she was a perfectly functioning adult, if a bit secretive. However, it was just a show. Each night when she got home to her apartment, she'd live her 'other' life, the one she kept hidden in a plastic box at the back of her closet. She remembered the thrill of taking out her hidden diapers, the onesies she had bought online, and her stuffed animals. She'd tape her diapers on, snuggle her stuffed rabbit, and feel another day's worth of anxiety fade out of her stomach. She'd turn on the television to the cartoon station, then open her laptop log onto the few online sites where she could act the way she really wanted, and read the adoring, childish messages that made her feel warm inside. For years, it was the only time she felt safe, and she dreamed of one day being able to live it all for real, not having to hide it. Then, the opportunity arose. News came of legal changes in a small European state. They began creating different types of identification, built from research into fetishists and kinks. It was more then just claiming to be interested, there were detailed personality tests which showed long term compatibility with different roles, and those who were found fitting would have "submissive", or "pet", or "sissy," added to their ID's and matched with their dominants, creating an entirely new legal classes. There was online debate as to what it would mean and why- was this actual science? Was it some confused attempt at progressiveness and accepting alternative lifestyles, or perhaps a marketing gimmick for tourists to come gawk and at people in their new roles? (since then she had encountered many of that last group) She hadn't cared, instead, she remembered eagerly pouring over the lists until she found it- "Adult Baby." Clicking links lead to success stories. Most of the actual information was in a language she didn't understand, but the photos of people dressed in onesies and diapers, living as legally declared "Adult babies", was more then enough for her. She remembered breathlessly looking at the requirements while at work. It was all She laughed, telling herself if they were fair the box hidden in her closet and the years of online search history should qualify her. However, she wanted to make sure. She found lists of how to 'cheat' the test. After some searching, someone in broken English gave an answer key he promised would lead to the right identification, along with a warning she couldn't read. She downloaded it and spent the rest of her day committing it to memory and booking plane tickets, her heart swelling with excitement. This was her chance, she thought, she'd finally live her dream! Now, her she was, wearing just a diaper and a t-shirt, sucking a pacifier, and strapped into an oversized car seat, completely at the whim of the "mommy" and "daddy" who saw her only as a baby who had become literally to big for her britches, and as a society that both accepted her as such and legally enforced it. In a way, it was all she had wanted. However, in another it was everything she didn't, as there was one aspect she had not considered. Her thought was interrupted as the car stopped. She looked out the other window to see the gigantic letters she recognized as marking a university in a language which, fittingly, she couldn't read. She rolled her eyes and sighed. The door opened, and in bounced a bubbly, blond haired and blue eyed girl. "Girl," Erica thought, barely out of her teens. Erica had graduated long ago and had moved onto a job, and was both older and by rights more accomplished, but in this society her 'sister' was the only adult in the back seat. "Hi mom and dad!" she said. "Hi dear! How was class?" her mother replied. "Oh you know, same old same old. Glad to be on vacation." She then turned to Erica. "Hi baby sis!" she said, and pecked Erica on the cheek. "Have you been a good girl today?" "Actually, she's been grumpy the entire ride," "Daddy" replied. "Oh, that's too bad. You know my psychology proof said it sometimes takes time for them to adjust to their new positions. They've been fed misinformation their entire lives telling them they are something they aren't, and its hard to undo that." She patted Erica's leg. "It's ok baby sis, you'll get there." "Oh, Samantha," Erica's "Daddy" said to her "big sister" "before we start driving would you mind checking Erica's diaper? Its a long way and I don't want to be stuck driving for hours smelling her again before we can change her." Erica shuddered. She remembered the time he was talking about. It was shortly after she had been adopted and was still overwhelmed with excitement. The idea of having to use her diapers in different situations thrilled her, and she had messed herself while they were driving on the highway, knowing it would be passed off as an accident. It had been a hot day, and it was an hour before the next rest stop. "It doesn't smell like it from here," Samantha replied. "Yes but sometimes you don't notice at first. Just check." Samantha grumbled. "What?" "Its just... If she is in a dirty diaper, I won't have to change her this time, will I?" she made a disgusted face. "I changed her last time, and normally when you ask me to check her its a lead in to change me." "You didn't change her last time! I did!" "Mommy" replied. "Well, its not my turn! I just don't like changing her out in these parking lots because I have to carry her gross diapers to the garbage can, and I just had my nails done!" "Then change her in the school bathroom." "I don't want to take her all smelly through the halls! Its crowded in there and people will notice!" She made another face. "Plus I just had lunch and I'd feel sick." "Would you rather change her after she's been sitting in it an hour?" "Well..." "Mommy" turned toward her. "You agreed to help take care of the baby this vacation, remember? That was part of the deal. That means taking care of her diapers." Samantha rolled her eyes, then turned a smile toward Erica. "Ok baby! Time to check your pampies!" Now Erica looked down at the girl beside her who patted the front of her diaper, ensuring the same thing wouldn't happen. Erica could have told them it was clean, but to them her word meant nothing on the matter. "ALl dry! Good baby!" she said. "Now lean over so I can check you for stinkies." Erica glared at her. "Now now, I don't want to have to spank you!" she said. Erica rolled her eyes. There was no point in arguing. It was a valid threat. In this country she was well within her rights to spank Erica. The law acknowledge that strict punishment might be needed to control people in their new positions, and that despite her role her adult body could handle the pain. It was a threat she would once have been thrilled to hear, and she had deliberately tried to receive when she first arrived. That, however, was before she learned of the one thing she missed. She leaned forward and to the side as far as the straps of her car seat would allow. "There's a good baby," her "big sister" spoke in a tone that was supposed to sound loving but was horribly condescending, especially coming from someone years younger then she was. Erica felt a hand reach down her back and open her diaper, then pat it before announcing what she already knew. "All clean! Well done baby girl!" Erica forced a smile, pretending to love the condescending compliment. The car began moving toward a location Erica didn't know. They generally didn't bother telling her where they were going. They began a conversation on politics which which she was not invited to share in. Despite having majored in it years ago, any addition she had would be replied with "Shh now, the grown ups are talking," followed by a tap on the pacifier. "Oh, Erica!" Samantha said. Erica looked at her, hoping to be involved somehow. Instead, she saw Samantha bend down to pick up her stuffed cat from the ground. "You dropped him! No wonder you are so grumpy." She handed her the cat. Erica grumbled and yanked the cat with a frustration she hoped would be confused with excitement. The 'adults' went back to the conversation, and Erica tried to follow but gave up as they switched back and forth from English and their countries language she didn't understand, knowing that even if she could they wouldn't consider anything she had to say intelligent or mature enough to really listen to. Erica leaned back into her car seat. Again, it was soft and comfortable, but the backward angle and tight straps were meant for someone to fall asleep and barely move, and she felt restless. She looked at the cartoon, but couldn't stand any more of it. Instead, she struggled forward, put her foot on the seat beside her, rested an elbow on it, and leaned into her hand to stare out the window. This was the part she hadn't considered- the boredom. Her treatment was NON STOP. Back home, the brief periods of babying she experienced were always thrilling. However, after days, weeks, and months of it, it was just boring. Once the thrill wore off, spankings she used to look forward to were just painful, outfits she once felt adorable in were humiliating, talks that used to give her butterflies were condescending, and messy diapers that pushed her immediately into "sub space" were just smelly and itchy. Meanwhile, her favorite adult television shows were replaced with plot less cartoons, books she used to read were replaced with 'story time,' and conversations she would love to add to were replaced with... well, replaced with a pacifier and an order to be quiet. Worse yet was the 'other thing,'- once the most exciting part of being babied and tied up, now just a big tease, drawing her to actions that immediately earned her punishment. The closest thing she had to a boyfriend was the stuffed cat, and he didn't do much to fill in when they were finally alone together. The wake up call had been that one day driving on the highway when she had messed herself. Her head space wore off long before they could stop, and she was left squirming uncomfortably and gagging as her "family" noticeably breathed through their noses and rolled windows down. They began arguing over whose turn it was to change her diaper as she tried to sink into her chair and disappear, while simultaneously lift out of the mess. What seemed like over an hour later (She wasn't told the time), she lived out yet another exciting daydream turned horrifying nightmare in reality. She was lead by the hand through a crowded store, passed people who blocked their noses and teased her as she passed, then into a gas station bathroom for a very public diaper change. The last of her dignity was stripped away along with her oversize romper and the tapes of her diaper, and she was lain down to be cleaned with no input of her own. She covered her face with her hands as people passed, telling herself that at least they were female. This, pattern, she found, applied to a lot of things. A very public spanking, which she had deliberately 'bratted' to receive, went from being a fun idea in her mind to a painful one when the smacks didn't stop and she realized she no longer had a safety word. The first few times she was babysat by Samantha or other college students younger then her she had broken down into fits of ecstatic giggling, now it was annoying. Being spoon fed baby food in high chairs and bottles in laps went from being silly fun to boring and slow. Worse, she couldn't help the feeling that somehow, in this country, it fit. She had barely known about it before hand, but if she had researched it she would have found it was one of the most educated and healthy countries in the world. Walking through the air port surrounded by people head and shoulders taller then her made her feel little as it was. She looked at her family with their gym toned bodies, advanced degrees, muli-lingual skills and high paying jobs with her jaw open, seeing people who could both physically overpower her and talk circles around her. Her 'family' looked at her thin, doughy and fast food fed body, community college courses picked based on ease and 'fun,' and series of low paying internships while living in an apartment and saw someone who couldn't take care of herself. She hated to admit it, but even Samantha and her friends who regularly babysat Erica could speak well over her head, and, in a few particularly embarrassing moments, even correct her casual English grammer. She could tell herself that she was more accomplished as she had already worked and earned her own place, but she knew that as soon as Samantha graduated with her complex double major, beyond Erica's understanding, she'd have an earning power beyond Erica as well. There was a strong argument she was already more responsible. Any attempt to join in adult conversation, sound intelligent, or otherwise defend her adult life was met with chuckles, 'awwws' and condescending heat pats, and she imagined any attempt to explain that she had cheated the test would be met with the same and people talking about her 'silly stories' as if she wasn't there. From their perspective, there was now doubt she was exactly where she belonged: in diapers, cribs, high chairs, and confining car seats, with a babysitter looking after her. It all hammered in the one, clear fact: this was no longer a game, this was her life. She heard her name, followed by instructions in the other language. Samantha leaned in and tightened her straps, and Erica was pulled back into the chair. Bondage was also something she had experimented with, but was now less fun when it was a consistent rule. Play pens were confining and didn't leave much room for movement, high chairs were worse still, and early bedtimes in cribs left her awake for hours. Now, she was stuck in the car seat, unable to look out the window, and stuck facing the cartoons. She sat her cat on her laps and wrapped her arms around it. She closed her eyes and tried to drift off to sleep. At least that would pass the time, and she couldn't do much else in a seat clearly designed specifically to lull her. It was still fun to be a 'baby', but she wished there was a break. It was months before she could retake the test, and she considered whether she would deliberately twist it again or try to pass it as 'normal'- that is, if she could pass it as normal if she tried. Until then, she supposed she only had one complaint- she was getting exactly, exactly what she wanted.

The rays of the morning sun poured in through the window and into the eyes of the two girls. One, a thin brown haired girl named Zoey, had once been called a boy. However, few could make that mistake now with her effeminate features and hourglass shape. The other, Meg, was biologically a girl but almost wouldn’t seem that way next to Zoey. Her strait black hair complimented her darker complexion and emphasized her height. Anyone looking at the two could tell she wore the pants in the relationship.Zoey winced slightly at the sun and turned her head. Why hadn’t they closed the blinds? And why did her head hurt so much?Slowly the memories came back. A night of drinking… an embarrassingly handsy night at the club… where perhaps they were a little too vocal about their interests in a too public place… then… ? Presumably they made it home and collapsed into their bed. For all she knew, they were abducted by aliens and transported.She opened her eyes slightly and looked around. That god damn sun insisted it was morning, but she disagreed. She predicted it wouldn’t be morning for AT LEAST another few hours. As far as she was concerned it was night until she couldn’t feel power drills digging into her head. Before that happened, it was bedtime. Then maybe a shower, some water, and something to ease her stomach….It seemed another part of her was insisting it was time to get up. Her bladder, saturated with the fruity drinks of the night before, demanded her attention. However, her body hadn’t thought this strategy through. She reached down and felt they already wet diaper between her legs. “HA!” she thought “I WIN THIS ROUND!” She filled it even more, happy in her triumph over the world’s plan to get her out of bed. Feeling particularly childish now, she idly wished her bed was actually a crib, and rolled over.“OW!” she shouted, having just landed on the floor. Alright, now she REALLY wished her bed was actually a crib. She hadn’t realized how close to the edge she was. The fall hadn’t really hurt, but it certainly startled her awake. She rubbed a spot on her head which had hit the bedside table.“Good morning diaper girl!” Meg said, looking at her and sticking her tongue out. “Looks like someone needs a change!”“Yeah, well…” Zoey looked down at her padding, still rubbing her head. It really was soaked. In reality, it would have leaked if she had stayed in bed much longer. “Well so are you!” she said, pointing at Meg.“Hmmm yes, no one is denying that,” Meg said, examining her own padding. “Come on, let’s go get changed and shower. I have plans for the day!” She got out of the bed and dragged her girlfriend by the hand toward the bathroom.“Plans!? What plans!?” Zoey called as she was dragged. It seemed HER plans of a morning in bed and a day relaxing while nursing her aching head were forgotten. “Slow down! My head is killing me!”“Aww, does da poow widdle baby ha a hangover? Da poo widdle baby is a wightweight!” Meg said teasingly as she held Zoey’s head close to hers. “Don’t worry baby, Mommy knows how to help with baby’s hangovers.”With that, she shoved Zoey backwards into the shower and turned the water on cold. Zoey shrieked and tried to block the water, but Meg grabbed the shower head and kept spraying her. Zoey looked at her and whimpered.“There, feel better?” Meg asked.Zoey nodded slowly.“Good. Well then, you know what to do. Off comes the padding!” she reached towards a surprised Zoey and untapped her diaper, letting it fall down.“HEY! A little warning first Meg!” Zoey shouted.“Huh it does seem that the little girl has more energy now. A bit feisty even. Maybe she’ll need a spanking to calm her down… No?” she said as Zoey’s eyes went open and she shook her head. “Then you’ll be a good baby as mommy cleans you?”Zoey nodded, and let Meg clean her. It wasn’t too bad, and she did need it after a night in a well-used diaper. Anyway, she knew it would be her turn next.As predicted, Meg entered the shower next. Zoey happily removed her padding and cleaned her head to toe.Once they were both clean, they left the shower and dried each other off. Afterwards, Meg got out a thick white diaper and baby powder. She sat down and let Zoey happily powder and diaper her.She returned to the closet where their diapers were stored.“Awww,” she said teasingly “It looks like this is the only diaper left for poor little Zoey.” She held up an extra thick diaper decorated with pink teddy bears. It was the kind made specifically for infantalists, and one they normally kept for special occasions when they knew no one would be around.Zoey blushed. “What!? I don’t want to wear that! I’m certainly not wearing it in public… please?”“Well it’s all that’s left, and I’m CERTAINLY NOT letting you go undiapered in public. Could you imagine the mess?” Meg said, imitating Zoey’s voice.“That’s not… That’s not…” Zoey was at a loss for words.“Uh huh. Tell me you don’t love it.”“I… I…” Zoey couldn’t bring herself to say she didn’t love it. The truth was, it was her favourite brand.“Alright baby girl. Let’s get your pampers on. You belong in baby diapers anyway.”Zoey sat down and let herself get diapered, blushing the entire time. Once they were done, Meg got dressed in a long shirt and baggy pants that easily hid her padding. Zoey, however, wasn’t quite as lucky.“You want me to dress like this!? In PUBLIC!?” Zoey said, blushing at the outfit Meg had pulled over her head. It consisted of a short spaghetti strap shirt and even shorter skirt. The shirt left her midriff exposed, and she had to pull her skirt up extra high to hide her diaper. However, that left the bottom of her pattern dangerously close to becoming visible every time she moved. Worse still, it was tight enough to make the bulge of her padding obvious. Anyone who saw her would either assume she had an unnaturally large and round bottom, or guess the nature of her embarrassing underwear.“Yes, why not? You look cute! And oh so pretty,” Meg said, winking. She dragged the fidgeting little girl behind her. They both had breakfast in the kitchen, taking turns feeding each other and laughing. Finally Meg told Zoey her plans for the day.“That’s it!? That’s all you wanted!?” Zoey asked, surprised.“Yes, why? What did you expect?” Meg responded, smiling mischievously.“Well… I guess I expected something more… embarrassing.” Zoey blushed remembering some of the previous ‘plans’ Meg had made. Most involved extremely public places where her diapers were constantly inches away from being the center of attention. Trampoline land, the water park, slide world, the zip line and rope swing park… Countless opportunities for one well timed glance to expose their padding. The short skirts she wore to all except the water park made it even more dangerous, especially when Meg insisted she was the first to climb every ladder, get bounced on every trampoline, or go down every slide. The completely exposed swim diaper she had worn to the water park was another level all together, no matter how much Meg insisted it looked like a regular swim suit.And that wasn’t even the half of it. There was a particularly embarrassing dance class where she ended up shaking her diapered rear in pink tights to the amusement of all around her. The same got repeated in a tutu at a ballet class, and at rhumba, and at tango in a short dress, and at punk dancing in short shorts, and at cardio kick boxing in booty shorts. There were also many occasions where she had realized the drink Meg had given her ‘helped’ her use her diapers in unfortunate places. Like a three hour train ride where Meg had ‘accidently’ forgot to bring spare padding. It was thrilling, she admitted, and usually resulted in VERY fun nights. However, it was also painfully embarrassing. They way Meg had been acting, insisting she wear the printed diapers and short skirt while Meg had the baggy pants, Zoey was convinced that would be it again.This, however, was nothing like that. It was suspiciously innocent. They were going for a walk in the park. Nothing too public, nothing too embarrassing. DEFINITLY suspicious.But, that was the plan, and they left right after breakfast. The couple held hands as they walked through their neighborhood. Meg walked confidently, smiling and waving at as many people as she could. Zoey was somewhat less confident, following sheepishly a half step behind Meg, waving quickly while trying to keep her huggies well hidden. They stopped for ice cream on the way, and ate it happily as they walked, taking turns feeding each other spoonfuls.They arrived at the park, and began walking along the trails. Zoey loved it here. The countless green trees, the fresh air, the little critters running around… and best of all, only a few people who may see her childish undergarments. She often wondered how Meg was always so confident, even cocky while wearing the same embarrassing garments. Of course, Meg wasn’t also wearing a ridiculously short skirt and top.“Here, this is where I wanted to go,” Meg said, and pulled Zoey onto a side path. The trail turned from a well trodden and broad gravel lane to a narrow dirt footpath. Leaves and branches brushed against Zoey as she was dragged between the ever close trees.“Wh.. OW! What are we doing here?” a desperate Zoey asked as a branch hit her face.“Ill show you” Meg said. She took her a bit further into the woods then stopped. She turned around and put her face inches from Zoey’s.“Now, my little diaper girl, we are alone.” Meg said. Zoey looked around. It certainly was true, to a degree. There was no one on the same path, but the wider trail was within eye sight.“So… we can have a bit more fun,” Meg continued. She put a hand on Zoey’s diapered bottom and began rubbing it. At the same time, she took Zoey’s hand and placed it on her behind, encouraging the smaller girl to rub her padding. Both girls smiled as they patted each other.“And…” Meg said, bringing her face even closer to Zoey’s face. “We can do naughty things, things that we both know we want, but we don’t want others to see.” Zoey could feel Meg’s breath on her flushed face and in her gaping mouth. “Things that we always wanted to do whenever we felt like, even in public, but couldn’t…” Her lips were almost brushing Zoey’s. “Things like… this.”With that, she pulled off Zoey’s skirt and backed away. Zoey was so shocked it took her a second to realize what had happened. While Meg was teasing her and distracting her, she had undone the buttons on her skirt. Now she held It in her hands, and Meg’s teddy bear pampers were clearly exposed.“Come on, let’s go” Meg said, grabbing Zoey’s hand again and pulling her along the path. The path ran parallel to the main trail, keeping them far enough to be somewhat hidden but close enough for peering eyes.“Wha… what did you do!? Give me that back!!!” Zoey said, reaching for her skirt.Meg held the skirt aloft as high as she could. Since she was taller than Zoey, this made it essentially inaccessible despite Zoey’s hopping. “Haha keep your voice up diaper butt, that will keep people away.” Meg said teasingly.Zoey blushed and lowered herself, looking along the path to see if anyone noticed. Finally she looked back at Meg. “Alright,” she said “what do I have to do to get my skirt back?”“Well, as far as I can tell, you are just a little diaper girl. Its perfectly natural for a baby like you to be walking along in cute widdle teddy bear diapies. There is no reason to cover them at all. However, if there was something IN your diaper that might make it embarrassing, or give my a reason to cover them, I might reconsider.”“So… you want me to mess my diapers? Here?” Zoey said in a quite voice.“Let me put it this way, baby girl. You aren’t getting your skirt back if your diapers are clean.”“But… but that’s not fair!!!” Zoey complained.“Whining little girl? Is that supposed to convince me you don’t belong in diapers? Or is it you want me to spank you, because somehow that will make sure no one notices us? Look, this path turns around and runs right back into our neighbourhood. You have until then to make the decision.” With that, she began walking along the path again, pulling Zoey with her.Zoey walked as best she could, constantly glancing around to make sure no one was watching. She had to admit, she had never been so excited. Actually walking along, practically in public, with her diapers exposed? And the printed teddy bear diapers at that!? It was like a dream come true and a nightmare at the same time. She loved it, and hated it, and loved that she hated it, and hated that she loved it.Playfully, she reached over and spanked Meg’s own diapered butt.“OOO naughty girl” Meg laughed, and returned the spank. Zoey responded by grabbing Meg’s diaper and rubbing it against her.Soon they were both laughing, playfully patting and grabbing each other as they walked along. The stopped for a moment, almost wrestling as they grappled for a good grasp on the other’s bottom. They shared a kiss and hugged each other tightly. Finally they began walking again, each resting a hand on the other’s padding.“Hmmm…. Looks like we are almost home. Seems like SOMEONE was a decision to make,” Meg said teasingly.Zoey gasped. She hadn’t realized how long they had been walking for! The end of the path was in sight, and beyond that she’d be back in suburbia. At this rate, she would be walking by those houses with her diaper completely visible to all her neighbors.She looked down at her stomach. She really did need to go, and had since breakfast. She wondered if Meg had put something in her drink, though the eggs and coffee they ate would probably have been enough.She closed her eyes and pushed. It came easily enough, she had done this many times before and was used to the feeling of filling her pampers. A line of mush came out of her, caking her bottom and inflating the padding behind her. She shifted uncomfortably as she walked, feeling the slime slide around in the diaper. Meg was smiling knowingly, having felt the girl mess with her hand still resting on her bottom.“Well then stinky pants, I’m sure glad we put you in those diapers, aren’t you! Especially glad we used the extra thick ones.” Meg pressed Zoey’s diaper, mushing the mess against her and rubbing it in.She whimpered, humiliated, and leaned close to Meg.“Meg?” she said. My… my skirt?”“Yes? What about your skirt?”“You said I’d get it back if I messed.”“Did I? I don’t remember saying that. I remember saying you WOULDN’T get it back if you DIDN’t mess, but that doesn’t mean you just stop being a baby if you fill your diapers. That doesn’t make sense at all, does it?”Zoey was practically in tears. “Bu… but Meg!!! You can’t do that!!!’“Shhhh… “ Meg said, lightly kissing Zoey’s lips then resting her finger on them. “Don’t worry about it. Here.”She stopped walking. She turned to face the whimpering girl, took both of her hands, and placed them on her own bottom. She kissed Zoey again, then let out a grunt. Zoey felt Meg fill her own diapers, just like she had a moment again. Zoey watched as Meg took off her own pants and handed them to Zoey.“There, now we are even. Well, almost,” Zoey said, noticing the lack of teddy bear prints on her own diaper and the long shirt which almost covered it. “Anyway, that’s all just details. Let’s get home.”Meg dragged a bewildered and reluctant Zoey right out of the forest and into the neighborhood. She walked down the same familiar streets, with houses on either side. They walked through streets where everyone they knew lived, both with no pants and messy diapers wiggling behind them. Zoey covered her face and squeezed her eyes the entire time, waiting for a laugh, or a comment, or even a whistle.Surprisingly, none came. Meg took Zoey inside their own house, and collapsed laughing against the wall. Zoey looked at her, completely pale and eyes in tears.“Wha… What happened? How come no one said anything?!” Zoey asked.Zoey stood up, held her in both arms and kissed her. “Silly baby. There was a town meeting today. Everyone was gone when we came back. Didn’t you read the newspaper?” She backed away again, overcome with laughter at Zoey’s expression.“You… YOU MEANIE!!! That wasn’t nice at all! I almost cried!” Zoey said, hammering her hand into Meg’s back. At the same time, she was smiling wildly, both from relief and the thrill of the entire situation.“Alright, calm down their stinky girl” Meg said teasingly, grabbing both Zoey’s hands and pulling her close. “How about this. We both go upstairs, you give me a little dance as an apology for trying to hit me, then we both get changed and have a little more fun. Sound good Little Miss Potty Pants?”Zoey smiled and nodded.Both the girls ran up the stairs into their bedroom. Once there, Meg sat down in a chair with a squish, folded her legs and faced Zoey. Zoey took her shirt off. She began dancing slowly, wiggling her bum towards Meg. She got faster and faster, sticking the brown padding out further and further behind her. She backed up towards Meg, rubbing her diaper against her as Meg smiled contently and patted her bottom. Finally, she settled in Meg’s lap and kissed her.“How was that?” she asked.“Hmmm I think I fell in love with you all over again. Next time keep your messy bottom further from my face, ok stinky pants?” Meg responded teasingly.Zoey laughed and rubbed her bottom against Meg’s lap, then brought her diaper up again and briefly shook it in Meg’s face. Meg laughed and turned away, landing a swat on Zoey’s bottom. Zoey let out a yelp and settled again into her lap, still wiggling her diapered butt. They kissed deeply.“So, did I earn a change?” Zoey asked.“Hmmm… yes, I think you did. And I think I know someone who wants to change you, and may need oneof her own.” Meg replied.Zoey giggled and took her hand. They both ran off toward the bathroom to be changed.

Hey everyone! I'm cross posting this from reddit r/ABDL. One of my earliest ABDL fantasies was to be forced or tricked (by a bet or something else) into wearing adult diapers under my clothes in some public or outdoor place like a mall. Then, someone would steal my shorts, leaving me with an exposed (and maybe used) diaper. I have no idea why this kind of exhibitionism/humiliation is appealing to me, but it has always been my "white whale" of life experiences. But, as most all of the reasonable people here know, to actually carry out such an endeavor myself would be inconsiderate to others, damaging to my reputation, and in many places illegal. I can always daydream that my girlfriend will do this to me someday beyond my control or planning, but that's not very likely. It seems to me, based on the many forum posts and stories I've read, that this type of forced diaper humiliation or exposure fantasy is pretty common in the ABDL/DDLG/BDSM communities. Thus, I would love to find a good way to experience some semblance of unavoidable diaper humiliation/exposure WITHOUT forcing the fetish on random bystanders, and preferably without having my professional/personal reputation effected. Is there a safe/smart/non-creepy/legal way to experience this? If not, what are your favorite alternatives?

There was a knock on the door. Jessica stood up, and looked at her clock. She sighed angrily."You're seven minutes late," she said loudly."I'm sorry, there was traffic getting here, and..." Mary, her house keeper said."I don't care. I said wake me for 7:00, not 7:07. Every moment you're late is more time I need to rush. If I'm late for work, we could lose thousands of dollars, and you can guess what the first expense I'd scrap is.""I... yes ma'am, sorry ma'am. It won't happen again."Jessica looked at her house keeper. A foot shorter then Jessica, with long brown hair, thickly built and frumpy... Jessica almost felt sorry for her. Almost. "It better not," the taller, younger blond said."You could get an alarm clock..." the woman said.Jessica rounded on her. "Excuse me? I run portfolios for a billion dollar company. I have thousands of numbers to keep track of, a hundred rules to know, and dozens of patterns to watch each day. You think I have time to remember to set a clock? You think I worked daily for all those years so I can set alarm clocks? That's why I have you, who doesn't keep track of a thousand numbers, who didn't work hard to get to where I am, and who doesn't have to worry about a billion dollar company, to do it for me. Be thankful the positions aren't switched. Now go make breakfast, I'll be down soon." She walked away and into her bathroom. She didn't have time to hear the reply, nor did she care. She turned on the taps and showered quickly, then got dressed in her most severe black dress. Today was a day to impress.She made it down the stairs to her kitchen and ate the eggs Mary had prepared without looking at her. As she was leaving her home, her phone buzzed.She looked at it. There was a message from Kevin, a lower level employee who served as her chauffeur."There was traffic, and I was unable to get onto your street. Please meet me at the path by Morrin St."She groaned to herself. It wasn't that far of a walk, but it was another annoyance in an already annoying day.She walked across her street and onto the path on the other side. It wound through a small wood and cut into the next suburb. She was walking down the path and muttering to herself when her foot hit something."GOD DAMN IT!" she shouted. She hoped she didn't wreck her shoes. She looked down, and stopped.It was a lamp. A small, metal lamp, the kind from Aladdin movies. She didn't have time to wonder why it was there. She was angry, and it was an object she could focus her anger on. She picked it up and threw it as hard as she could into the bushes. Smiling proudly to herself, she kept walking."Ummmm excuse me, that was rude," a voice said.She turned around quickly. The path had been empty a moment ago. She looked up to see a tall, red skinned man hovering above the ground with his arms folded."Who the hell are you?" she said. "What kind of trick is this? Is this a joke?""This is no trick. I'm Yasafar, the red genie, and I will not have my profession called a joke."She rolled her eyes. "Riiiiggghht. Look, I don't have time for this." She turned to walk away.To her surprise, the man reappeared in front of her. "How about no. That's not how this works. You threw my house against a tree, you woke me up, you insulted me, you don't get to just walk away.""Uh huh," she said. She ignored him and tried to walk past him.Suddenly a light appeared in front of her. She stooped and was temporary blinded by it. The light dimmed, and she saw she was surrounded by a faint blue haze. She reached out into it, and saw it formed a solid wall. She looked around herself, and realized she was in a sealed dome. She turned to face the red man."What is this?" she demanded."Its a force field. We are now outside your time and world.""Ohh bullshit.""Hey! Don't say that about my work. You have no idea how long it takes to learn this."She rolled her eyes again. "Whatever. Just let me out, I have actual work to do.""I don't think so. You kicked my house, and I cannot return until I fulfill my duties.""Whatever. So I guess I get whatever I want, right? I want unlimited wishes.""Har har. That doesn't actually work.""Oh, you're not powerful enough? You can't give me all I want?"His eyes went wide. "Seems to me you're just too much of a spoiled brat.""Yeah whatever. I work for what I want. Unlike you, I don't spend my days sleeping, pop out once in a while for a light show, then go back. I struggled, now I have what I want, and if I want unlimited wishes, I'll get it.""Uh huh. Is that what you think?" he closed his eyes. "Lets see... Jessica," she gasped that he knew her name. "Works in her fathers company. Got the job without even getting a degree. My my... relies on a house keeper and a chauffeur, lives in a house bought with her daddies money... Seems your a privileged little brat living off her daddy who'd never make it in the real world.""Excuse me? I didn't get a degree because I didn't need one. I know how to do my job better then anyone. I made it on my own.""You made it because of your parents. Your house keeper works harder then you, is older and knows more. She just wasn't born rich. If you came from the same circumstance, she'd be doing better."Jessica was dumbfounded. The housekeeper, who couldn't even arrive on time, doing her job better? "You don't know what your talking about.""Of course I do, silly. I'm a genie, route word of genius. I know everything.""Right. Well, you don't know me. I could make it in any circumstance."His eyes twinkled like he had won a game. "Oh really? Any circumstance?"She paused. Something about his voice made her feel nervous, but she refused to admit defeat. "ANY circumstance. I could make it anywhere, on my own, with nothing but my own skills."Then lets make a bet, shall we. I'll put you in a different world where no one knows where you are. You get to start from scratch. If you succeed, I'll transport you back here and give you your unlimited wishes. No time would have passed, nothing would have changed, but you're all powerful.She considered the offer. It was tempting, but she couldn't let him know that if she wanted to bargain, and she definitly couldn't hand him a blank slate. "And if I lose? What happens then?""Oh, not much. Same thing, you come back here, no time passed, but you don't get your wishes. Oh, one more thing.""Uh huh?" here it comes, the catch, she thought."I get to make one small change to your life.""What kind of change?" She knew better then to accept that. It could be anything.He shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know, depends on the manner of your failure.""Riiiigght. So I'm supposed to agree to that, not knowing what you'll do? Fat chance.""Oh, so you're afraid you'll fail? What happened to being soooo talented and sooo smart that you'll make it anywhere?"She gritted her teeth. "That doesn't mean I'll fall for a trick like that."He shook his head. "No trick, just what I said." He leaned in closer to her. "Think about it. Unlimited wishes, unlimited power, all you want, and all you have to do is the one thing you said you could do anywhere- make it on your own in a new city. Didn't you say it would be easy, or are you admitting you were lying to yourself?"She glared at him. This was so stupid, she thought. But... unlimited wishes. How hard could it be, anyway? She had made it already, she just had to do it again."Fine. Do it. What are the criteria for success?""You'll be tested on everything, from your wits to your work ethic and your basic skills. Succeeding in any of them will count as a pass. Failing them all will lose you the bet.""Fine. Do it."He laughed. "You are soooo manipulable, you know that? I just love having fun with people like you in different worlds, you should have seen this one girl Crabula, she... anyway, I'm ranting. The world is ready. Have fun!"There was another bright light, and Jessica covered her eyes. Air rushed around her, and she felt herself spinning. SHe began to panic. Was this a trick? What was this? She began to scream as she felt herself falling through the air, faster and faster.Suddenly she realized it had stopped. The light coming through her finger tips was normal, and there was no air rushing around her. She had been screaming for nothing.She uncovered her eyes and looked around. There were a few people staring at her. She blushed and began to walk quickly as if nothing had happened.She was in a city. She knew that, but she didn't know which one. There were tall buildings on either side of her, and the side walks were crowded with people. It could easily have been any city she had been to, and the weather and foliage of the trees made it seem like late summer or fall. In that way, at least, this 'different world' seemed to be the same.However, she knew that couldn't be the case. It was too easy. There had to be some differences here.She began to make mental checklists.What did she have?She had her clothes. They had changed, she realized, to a more casual pair of jeans and t shirt, the kind of thing she wore on weekends. Fitting, she decided, since she technically didn't have a place to work yet. She had her wallet and credit cards... except they wouldn't work if it was a different world. She had her ID... which probably would come up as fake. She stopped. "Huh," she said. She hadn't really considered what she was getting into.She started walking again. No matter, she'd find a way. She began to make a list of tasks. Find out what the differences were in the new world, learn about it, get a job, get an apartment... She thought again. Get food, get water.... There was a lot to do very quickly.She noticed something. "Ah, a leg up," she thought.It was a pair of girls, both slightly younger then her but still adults, and wearing the same uniform. It appeared to be a waitress outfit, with a dark, tight shirt above a short skirt and long stockings. She didn't recognize the restaurant, but that didn't matter. She was a master of one of the most valuable skills a person could have finding a job- the gift of gab, or how to talk your way into anything. She followed them from a short distance. Find out a bit about them, perhaps where they are going, make friends, and use them to help get a job. Waitressing wasn't her first choice- it was far beneath her, in fact- but it was something. Pay the bills, get some clothes, get some references... in a few weeks, she could be managing at the restaurant, then using that to find work elsewhere. Their job would be her stepping stone.She followed and watched them closely, studying them. Something about them was odd. It was their skirts, they seemed to collect strangely around their hips.She stared at it. It seemed like there was something underneath it. She also noticed their walk- she had been trained to notice such things- which was odd, slightly waddled like a...She did a double take. Like a toddler, she thought, or someone wearing diapers. She looked closer. The skirts were short and flounced as they walked. There was a distinct line of white underneath them. Whats more, the girls- she couldn't think of them as anything else after noticing, despite their being only a few years younger then herself- didn't seem to mind at all, and just kept walking like it was the most normal thing in the world.Surely she must be mistaken. There is no way someone their age could... could they? It was a new world.She turned away. Frankly, she didn't want to know the answer, and if they were part of some weird group... there were things she'd do for money, that wasn't one of them.Suddenly she realized the girls had stopped. They had turned and staring at her. Had they noticed she was following them?She ran into a nearby door without checking what it was."Hello there! Would you like to try our new cold coffee?"She looked at the origin of the voice to see a short, fat and bearded man standing behind a counter. She was in a cafe. It had dark walls covered with paintings, and the smell of caffeine hung heavily in the air."Oh, no thank you, I just...""Oh come on!" he said, smiling, "surely you need something to keep you going. The mornings were made for coffee and the afternoons were made for wine, I always say. Come on, I assure you its good."She didn't want it, but he was insistent and she couldn't think of an excuse to be there. He handed her a cup, and she took a sip. It was sweet, sugary, but strong."Its good!" she said."Yep! That's our new blend. Why don't you take a seat and enjoy it?""Ummm, alright," she said, and sat down at a table. She looked around the cafe. It wasn't bad. She could work here, she thought. She looked at the coffee. She might have to, given she had no money to pay for the coffee.She began to watch the people around her. It was a good way to learn about her new environment, she figured.There was a couple at a table across from here. There was a man about her age, black haired, tall and muscular, next to a younger and smaller brunette. They were both flirting openly, whispering into each others ears and cuddling around the edges of their table.She smirked. One thing to know, the new world seemed to have a liberal view on homosexuality, and flirting in public. What else could that say about the society? Perhaps open about other things too? She made a mental note of it.While she was watching, the black haired of the two stopped moving. He seemed to sniff the air. The younger looked at him in confusion. The older pushed the other forward slightly and reached down to his belt line.Suddenly the brunette's eyes went wide. He looked at the other, then around the cafe as the other stared at him, seeming disappointed.The brunette bent down under the table. He picked up a bag and began ruffling through it. He looked panicked. He went through the bag again, then dumped the contents on the table. The black haired one rolled his eyes and sighed as the younger searched through a pile of books and pencils as if looking for something. Finally he gave up and looked pleadingly at the older.The black haired man reached down slowly, picked up his own bag, reached into it and took something out.Jessica had to stifled a gasp. She had through earlier, but it was pretty clear now. The black haired man was holding a large adult diaper, and handed it to the brunette. Defeated, the brunnette grabbed it, and waddled slowly away from the table and toward a bathroom door. He knocked on the door, and a grunt inside replied. He paused, shuffling from foot to foot, clearly uncomfortable. He looked back at his boyfriend sadly. He went back to shuffling. He moaned, and looked at his boyfriend again, his eyes begging for help. His boyfriend sighed, stood up, and walked over. Once there, he grabbed hold of the younger's belt. The brunette shook his head with wide eyes, but did nothing as the older undid his belt and pulled down his pants. The brunette was now standing with a clearly visible, and clearly messy, diaper. The older turned him around, peared at the back, and waved his hand in front of his face teasingly. He then took his boyfriend by the wrist, waggled a finger under his nose, and pulled him toward a second bathroom to the side. Jessica noticed the sign on the door- it showed no gender, just had pictures of characters- one small, one medium sized, and one larger, all in diapers. The diapered boy, looking completely defeated, followed is boyfriend into it.Jessica stared in shock. What was all the more odd about seeing a twenty something year old man in a used diaper was the fact that no one in the cafe seemed to mind. In fact, they seemed prepared for it, even having a bathroom just for it.She needed air. She needed it fast. She got up, and walked toward the door."Hey, you have to pay for that!" the barista called after her, but she ignored him.She was in the open air and walking quickly. What was this world she was in? Some kind of kinkster's paradise? A world where everyone was incontinent? She looked at the people she passed. She began to noticed more and more strange things. Crinkling sounds, thick padding underneath pants and skirts, she noticed a group of girls socializing, and one casually hand a diaper to another. The padding seemed to vary in thickness, and in times when the plastic was visible around the edges of their pants and skirts, she noticed some with patterns on them, and others that were white.So diapered were a lot more common here, and for different age groups, she determined.Not everyone was diapered. Most teens or younger she passed were, with few exceptions. The majority of young adults were as well, though less so then the teens. The cut off seemed to roughly the mid twenties. There were one or two older then that who appeared to be diapered, but they were in the minority, and seemed very shy. She noticed other things as well. The window of a restaurant showed a woman in a high chair, being fed by another girl her own age. Another time she saw a man, she couldn't tell how old but he was fairly big, being bare bottom spanked, with tears running down his face. The woman seemed mortified, however, and no one else her age seemed to be in it, while man was clearly blushing, so she determined these must be exceptions to the rules. Still, there were many people with childish thing who seemed to be far to old for them- some in strollers, others with toys, or wearing onesies, one or two pacifiers... the list went on.She remembered the genie saying she'd be tested on everything, even 'basic skills.' He couldn't mean... that... could he? She shuddered at the thoughtShe steeled herself. So what? It just be one more test to pass, and an easy one at that. Its not like SHE was incontinent. Or did they have different rules here? She'd have to find out.Her stomach grumbled. She'd have to find out soon, she realized. Those eggs and coffee were not sitting well.She passed by what looked like a gigantic mall. It was three stories, and had banners and displays for stores all along the outside. She decided it was the perfect place to look for a job, and she may as well do it while trying to find out the strange laws.She entered the mall. It really was huge. She walked passed store after store, gawking at the size. Whatever world this was, they loved their shopping.Most of the stores seemed fairly in line with what she was used to. She even recognized a few logos, but none of the names.Her stomach grumbled again, and she felt a weight in her bladder. It was getting too hard to ignore. She realized she had been putting it off, dreading to find out what the laws of this bizarre land were, but she needed to find out.She found a large department store that had bathrooms. Like the coffee shop, there were three of them. One was male, one was female, and the other had three images of people in diapers, ranging in size from baby to adult.She walked to the female bathroom and tried to turn the nob, but it wouldn't budge.She tsked. Locked. She walked up to the help counter and waited in line.The pressure was building. She considered just walking to the front of the line, but she didn't want to stand out until she knew what was going on.Finally she reached the front."Hi, how can I help you?" a stocky, middle aged woman said."Hi, can I get the bathroom key?" Jessica asked."Of course," the woman said. "Just let me see your proof of toilet proficiency."Jessica stared at her. "What?"The woman laughed. "Oh, don't worry, I don't mean to embarrass you. I know most girls your age have passed their tests. However, there are a few stragglers, so we have to check. Do you have your proof?""I don't... uhhhh..." this would normally be the time where Jessica would come up with a lie, say it was at home or lost, just as she did when she used to drink underage. However, the absurdity of the question caught her off guard."You don't have it?! WHen did you complete the tests?""Tests?""When did you complete your proficiency tests?""I... didn't."The woman's eyes went wide. "OH! My mistake, sorry to embarrass you." She spoke in a soothing tone that bordered on condescending. "I must have gotten confused by how you asked. Don't worry, and sorry for what I said earlier, I know some people still have troubles at your age. Nothing to be worried about, it comes to some a bit later. Do you need a diaper change?""No! I don't need a diaper.""What?" The woman looked over the desk. "Where is your diaper?""I don't need a f--ingg diaper just give me the f--ing key!"The woman gasped. "How dare you speak to me that way! I'll bet you haven't even passed your full language tests. I'm going to give you three seconds, and I'd better see something- your id card, paperwork, a signed note, anything- that says your are qualified to use the toilet, or I better see a diaper on your butt. If I don't get it, you're going to be in a world of trouble.""I don't have stupid paperwork and I don't need diapers! I'm an adult you idiot!""Right, that's it." She hit a button under her desk.Almost instantly a large, muscular man in a uniform appeared behind Jessica."Right, what seems to be the trouble?""This GIRL has not passed her potty training tests, is not diapered, tried to lie her way into getting a bathroom key, then threw a tantrum, swore and insulted me.""YOu f--ing b--h!"The guard seized her by the wrist. "Do you have your toilet proficiency tests?" He asked."Uhhh..." she tried to think of a lie."You better not lie to me. You know I can check.""I... don't."He reached down to her belt."Hey!" she said, trying to stop him. However, he grabbed her and turned her around, then pinned both her hands to her stomach with one of his, and used his other on her belt. She squirmed, embarrassed at how easily he manhandled her. She looked around for help, but no one seemed to mind. A few watched, some laughing, some even seeming lecherous, but no one reacted as if there was anything wrong with what was going on.The guard undid her belt and pulled down her pants. There were a few chuckles from the audience. She stared. Her underwear, as it turned out, were a lacy pair of panties with a cartoon picture of the genie on them. Some kind of sick joke, she decided."Where is your diaper?" the guard asked."I don't have one," she said."NO paperwork and inappropriate underwear. Tell me, do you have your exemption from corporal discipline? Don't lie now, or it will be much worse.Her eyes went wide. "No...""Alright then," he said, and picked her up.In a flash she was turned over, and she landed on his raised knee with a squeel. "No," she said, barely having time to process what was going on before his first spank landed on her upturned backside.SMACK SMACK SMACK! He rained blows down on her as she squirmed and cried out. She couldn't believe how strong he was, or how vicious he was with the spanking. He was clearly used to doing it.She tried to hold onto her dignity as best she could, but the pain was growing. Her protests turned to pleas, and her angry shouting turned into loud cries. Soon she was bawling her eyes out, getting spanked as people watched. She could not believe it, and didn't know what was worse- the pain, or the indignity of the entire situation.Finally, he stooped, and stood her on the ground. He waggled his finger under her nose like she was a child. "Now, you are possibly the oldest I've ever had to spank, but then again, you'll likely be one of the oldest I've seen diapered too." She gulped at the though and fought back arguments. "Now, I'm going to take you to the help desk to get you diapered, and we are going to leave your pants down so your red bottom can serve as a warning to others. After that we can get you to the station to sort this out and get you where you are supposed to be, alright?She nodded through tears. She couldn't help but sniffle, and tried to ignore the snickers and giggles behind her.The guard turned her by the shoulders and spanked her still red bottom. "EEP!" she shouted, not expecting another spank, and walked forward.At the edge of the store she paused, and he spanked her again. She jumped. She realized he was planning on using spanks to direct her through the mall.He spanked her again. Worse still, the pressure in her bladder had been building. Being bent over his knee had made it critical, and each spank made it worse. She realized soon she might have to argue against being put in diapers while proving she needed them.Another spank. She turned. "STOP!" she said angrily."Are you arguing with me?" He grabbed her shoulder and delivered a burst of hard smacks to her bottom, making her squeal and dance on the spot. "I'm sorry!" She said. "P Lease! I really need to go to the bathroom.""You'll be diapered shortly.""No! Now! The bathrooms right there!" She pointed to a set of doors."No? Are you arguing again AND trying to lie your way into toilets?"He held her again and delivered more smacks. She screamed.It was too much. The pressure, the waiting, and now the smacks... she felt her bladder release."Nooo..." she whined as she wet herself.The guard backed away. "Well well," he said, "and you were trying to argue against diapers?""But... but... you made me do it! You wouldn't let me use the bathroom!" She whined as the puddle grew beneath her. She knew it wasn't the right thing to say, but an audience had gathered round to watch her shame, and she wanted to do anything she could to divert their blame.He shook his head. "I can see why you never made it through the tests. Mature women don't try to blame others for their mistakes. Also, we have told you several times now the bathroom is off limits. I suppose it isn't your fault you are a slow learner, but you could have at least been responsible enough to keep your diaper on. We may need to speak to your caretaker.""I'm not a... I don't have a...." she knew it was useless to argue.He shook his head. "Barely able to form sentences. We may need to test your language too. Come on," he grabbed her shoulder "the staff will clean up your mess, and we better get you diapered before you leave something worse for them. Really, you are the age of a woman, but really you seem more like a little girl. We will need to test you to see."She cried louder at that comment. What did it even mean, 'seem like girl?" Was that something she could be designated? What were the tests? She dreaded to find out what restrictions they could put on her. It was all so fast. It had only been a few hours, she knew, and she had gone from a wealthy, successful capitalist, feared and respected, master of her world, to a little girl, being lead sobbing through a mall with a spanked red bottom on display and wet pants dribbling, to be diapered in this strange world she didn't understand at all. Why had she taken that bet? -next part up soon. Future sections will likely include (spoiler alert) a lot of embarrassment, messy diapers, spankings, etc. and some cuter abdl moments Comments or critiques appreciated

I am 20 and a male. So I went on a 6 hour long car ride a few weeks ago. I was visiting a city in Southern California. I didn't bring any ABDL supplies like diapers or anything on the trip (even though I was only traveling by myself). I was there for a while and midway through my stay there, I decided to order diapers through Amazon. I have Amazon Prime so they should arrive the next day and they did. So my plan was at the end of the week to check out of the hotel and wear diapers the whole way back home. The drive is a long 6 hours but more like 7 including stops. I bought a pack of Abena M4 diapers because they had Amazon Prime. Now, these diapers are not discrete at all! They are bulky and crinkly, but they were the cheapest. I didn't want to spend a ton of money and a pack of like 12 was only $20. I ordered baby powder too. So, it is the end of the week and I was heading home. I decided not to diaper myself in the hotel before checking out because I still had to interact with people in public. I just packed the diapers and powder in my suitcase. There are many rest stops throughout the drive so I figured I could just change there. Now! Note that I've never really worn in public, maybe once or twice in a tiny pullup but that's it and now I'll be trying with a huge diaper. But it's fine because I'll be in the security of my car for the most part. Sorry with all the background information but this is where it gets interesting. So I stopped by 7-11 and picked up large drinks and snacks for the ride back. I actually missed the first rest stop back and the next one wasn't for another 2 hours so I decided to stop by a gas station. This is nerve racking because these restrooms are not individual rooms. I got a backpack and slipped a diaper in it. I was wearing slim jeans so I hoped it wouldn't show too bad. I got in and I went in the big stall in the back. The toilet had no lid so I had to like sit on one side of the seat. I honesty thought I might slip in. Anyway, I pulled out the diaper and proceeded to quietly unfold and spread out the diaper. I think it was pretty loud but I tried doing it when other people weren't in the restroom. It was really hard putting it on but I eventually did. I pulled up my jeans and even flushed the toilet to make it seem normal. There weren't any mirrors so I honestly had no idea if it was just like totally noticeable or not. There were a lot of younger people and kids there so I was even more anxious. I walked all the way to my car and the crinkle was really obvious but luckily it was pretty loud outside. The feeling of walking with a thick padding in your pants was definitely weird. But, anyway I made it to the car and sitting on the diaper was surprisingly soft and comfortable. Off we go again. I'm driving and I've already drank a lot of water so I just start wetting whenever I feel the urge. It was actually A LOT of pee. I'm surprised I didn't leak at all. So I was sitting in this for about 30 minutes but then I had to poo. It must've been something I ate or drank earlier. I lifted up my butt a little bit from the seat and out some a moderate amount of poo. It smelt pretty bad. I sat back down and realized the situation I just put myself in. The next rest stop was sure to be an adventure. I arrive at the next rest stop and there is a surprising amount of people there. And up pulled up too large buses with kids so I just sat in my smelly car waiting for the amount of people to lower. It was fairly dark out too so at least it wasn't in bright daylight. So my car smelt super bad! My diaper was nearly about the explode I felt. I dug through my suitcase once again, grabbed another thick diaper and slipped it in my backpack. I looked at the restrooms and realized they were communal and not individual. But I had to do it because I couldn't show up at my house being like this. So I began walking to the restroom and I could feel my butt moving like I had a huge messy diaper on. I pulled down my shirt a lot to make sure it wouldn't ride up above my waistband. I got to the restroom and got in on the stalls. I sat in the same position as before and wow was that a lot of squish. It smelt bad too but I hoped it was blend in with the men's restroom anyway. Anyway, I acted like before and tried being as discrete as I could. I unstrapped the messy and wet diaper and it had squished around the entire diaper so I was practically covered in poo. Luckily I had some facial cleaning wipes that I shoved in my bag or else I would've been screwed. The toilet paper was thin and kept ripping so I was making a lot of noise. I used a lot of the wet wipes to wipe as much as I could but I was still making a complete mess and the smell was getting worse. And there was a constant flow of people in and out of this restroom. I rolled up the diaper and put it to the side and continued to try and wipe myself clean. I was making so much noise in addition to the crinkle of the diaper! I was sooo anxious! But I cleaned myself as much as I could but my body still smelt really bad. I grabbed the fresh diaper and powdered it before putting it under me. I then powdered my legs and butt and everywhere a lot to try and cover up the smell. But if the poopy diaper smell wasn't already a dead giveaway then the baby powder smell was because I put on so much! The diaper is so crinkly too OMG! So I waited when there was a brief period where no one was in the room so I quickly wrapped myself and tapped it on. I forgot how stiff and bulky a fresh diaper is on your body. But anyway, I puled up jeans once again over my thickly padded butt area. I packed my backpack but now I had to discard of the messy diaper. I tried rolling it up in some toilet paper but the paper kept ripping so that was no use. I decided to make a run for it for the trash can which was just outside the door. Luckily nobody entered the restroom at that moment so I was in the clear. So, I washed my hands Thoroughly and starting walking back to my car. The diaper under my jeans must've been so obvious. Regardless, I made it back to the car without any confrontations. Furthermore, there was about 2 hours left on the ride back and half was spent in another wet diaper. It was all the water and Poweraid I drank earlier. I didn't mess this time and figured I could hide a wet diaper at home easier. But I still filled it up pretty good anyway. This is a long story. I eventually made it home without any problems and to my backroom where I could change and shower. I went to bed that night thinking about how babyish I was and was thinking about uncontrollably messing and wetting myself like a little baby who wears diapers and needs a pacifier. I wish I could wear 24/7 but wow, wearing and changing in public, especially in a messy diaper is nerve racking. If I can't wear 24/7, I hope to be a bedwetter someday. Anyway, that's my true story! I hope you all enjoyed although it was quite a long story. Thanks for reading!! Please feel free to comment any of your stories of wearing on road trips or changing in public! Note: I didn't grammar or spell check this so please forgive my errors. I just wrote this quickly because I wanted to share and didn't have time to edit.

I have some questions to ask: Your out in public and need to change your diaper, the public restroom is the only place available. How do you deal with the noise that your diaper makes when taking it off and putting a new one on? Do you wait a few minutes before changing in the stall hoping that the restroom will clear out? Or are you a confident and secure individual who will go ahead and change your diaper regardless of the sound it makes and then walk out of the restroom with your head held high? Penry

Hi everyone! Im new and this is my first post on this board. I woke up early this morning and had to walk my roommate's dog. I got her ready and I put on some jogging pants over my abena l4. It was showing through the pants pretty bad as I was walking down the sidewalk. The diaper was large so it went over the jogging pants and my shirt barely covered it. As I walked it was showing and every time I bent over, it was in plain sight. It was such a rush walking outside in public with my diaper on. It made me wonder where other diaper lovers like to wear diapers. I will start first. I love wearing diapers when I sleep and around my apartment. I get a rush hiding it from my 2 roommates. I also like wearing, using and changing them in public. I wear them on long trips from my home in Maryland down to my family's house in Georgia. I am wearing a Super Dry Kids right now. Let me know where you like to wear diapers and let everyone know what diaper you are wearing while you comment.

There was that look again, the wide-eyed cross between fear and excitement. I pushed for an answer, “Well?” Hannah chewed on her lower lip, considering my suggestion. I knew full well that she’d made up her mind, in fact knowing her it was something she was considering even before I mentioned it, but she liked to make me think I was in control. She leaned in toward me, making sure no one in the carriage could overhear, “what happens if I need to...” she looked at her lap as she trailed off. “Well that’s the point” “Not so loud”, her cheeks flushed as she spoke. “Sorry”. I wasn’t sorry, which was clear from the grin plastered across my face. “Bastard”. Her verbal dig came coupled with a sharp prod in my ribs. That just made me smile more. I took her hands in mine, and gently spun her round so that I was hugging her from behind. She gave me a contented sigh as we cuddled together, for a moment, it was just me and her, the other passengers on the train fading away. “I’ll get you back for that”, I whispered to her. Hannah looked up at me, a spark in her eyes, “Of course you will”. I began tickling her belly. She squirmed, and stifled a squeal. I kept going. “Stop it”. “I’m getting you back”. “Not here” “I love you” “I know, but not here. I really need to pee”. We both knew where this was going. This was a deliberate tease. We only had one more stop until we got off the train, then it was just a short walk to the hotel. I leaned in very close to Hannah’s ear, “Are you sure you want to do this?” She nodded her head, and murmured, “uh huh”. I tightened my arms around her, and began tickling harder. She shivered and shuddered, and bit her lip. Then she stopped, her breathing became heavy. I hugged her even tighter as the dark patch grew on her hot pants, and trickles of urine ran down her leg. I leaned in close to her again, “Are you OK?” Once more she gave a gentle nod of her head, “uh huh”, this time a lot less sure of herself. I kept her held close, but gently turned her round again so I could see her face. We’d done stuff like this before, but with something so public, there was always a risk she’d be overwhelmed. I looked into her eyes as I stroked her hair. “It’s OK. We’ll be in the hotel in a minute”. Hannah was still in a trance when the train pulled into the station. I grabbed our bags, took her by the hand, and led her onto the platform. As soon as she stepped into the cool outside air, Hannah snapped back to her normal self, “Hot pants were a really stupid idea” “Cold?” “Freezing”. “Want my coat?” She shook her head. “Come on”, I led the way as she dripped along behind me. Hannah stopped me just as we were about to walk into the hotel. I wondered why for a moment, but realised the issue when she pointed toward her piss-soaked shorts. “Want me to grab you once I’ve checked in?” She shook her head again, “give me your coat” I did as she asked, and she wrapped it around her waist. It hid nothing. In fact, if anything the fact that she had a coat wrapped around her waist in the middle of October only drew attention to the wet patch in the crotch of her pants and the rivulets of urine running down her legs. For a moment I considered warning her of this, but decided against it. If it worked for her, who was I to argue? We checked in, then headed to the room. The door hadn’t even closed before we fell on top of one another, stroking, nuzzling, kissing. I stripped off her top, then pulled off my own, and then I fell onto the bed, pulling her down on top of me. “Shit!” “What?” Hannah asked. “I forgot you were still wet, you’re getting my jeans damp.” “Fucker”, she kissed me, “I’ll just have to take them off of you then.” She climbed backward, and stripped my trousers off of me. She moved back up, nuzzling my crotch as she did. I stopped her when she got to my chest, sat up, and helped her out of her damp hot pants and panties. As I did, she gave me a confused look. “I wouldn’t be very good at this if I let you get a rash, would I?” I ran my fingers over her labia, and kissed her, gently rubbing her clitoris. I nibbled on her ear, kissed her neck, her breasts, her mouth. She cried out, arched her back, she was close to orgasm. I stopped. “Not yet.” That look of fear and excitement again, although this time I’m not sure whether she had any idea what I was thinking. “Don’t move” Hannah nodded. I climbed off the bed, and walked toward my bag. When I came back, I was holding several bundles of rope. Hannah noticed it, “You packed the rope?” “I packed everything,” I said with a smile. Hannah relaxed as I began to wrap the cord around her shoulders, locking her arms tight into her body. I tied it off onto itself then set to work on her hands, crossing them over her chest and wrapping another length of rope around them. Now helpless I eased her backwards so she was lying down, and turned my attention to her legs. I secured a length of rope to her right ankle and tied it off against the bed post, then did the same to the left, leaving her spread eagled, staring expectantly. Then I got the magic wand out of the bag. I turned it on, then slowed my approach, letting it hang loosely in my hand. I could hear her whimpering as I got nearer, and felt her shudder as it made contact with her body just at the top of her thigh. There was no way I was going to let her orgasm, but it was fun to tease. I passed it back and forth over her vagina until she started making little yelps of pleasure. Satisfied I’d found the right spot, I held it there as the yelps became louder and more constant. Then I took it away. “Please…” Hannah begged, a forlorn tone to her voice. “Later.” I replied, the smile that already plastered my lips becoming just a little more broad. I turned the vibrator off and returned it to the bag. “Are you going to untie me?” Hannah called out trying to raise herself up to find me. “Not yet.” “But what about grabbing some food?” “We’ll go out in a minute. I want to run something by you first.” “And I need to be tied up for it?” “No, but I’m enjoying you being like this.” Hannah scowled. At least, I assume she did. I was back at the bag, looking for the next item I needed for the night. As I was going through it, I glanced behind, and could see Hannah straining to see what I was getting. I laid everything out on the bed next to her, then went through them, one by one. “The wipes are non-negotiable. I want to make sure you’re clean, and we aren’t going to have time for a shower if we want to get food before everything shuts.” Hannah nodded. “Consider the diaper a dry run. If no one notices it tonight, they’re not going to see it under what you’re wearing tomorrow.” I could tell from the look on her face that Hannah had hoped I’d suggest this. We both enjoyed diapers, but Hannah prefered to be ‘made’ to wear them. I reached into my pocket for the final part of the evening’s entertainment, a suppository. We’d used them before, but only at home. Hannah’s eyes went wide. She rocked her head slowly from side to side. “Is that a no?” “Er…” “Just say the word.” Hannah shook her head. “OK. Are you sure?” She nodded. “We’ll be in and out at the restaurant. You won’t need to hold it long, and we’ll be back here long before it takes effect.” “Thank you.” I put everything on the bed, and walked toward her bag. “What do you want to wear?” “Something baggy. I don’t want people seeing the nappy.” I grabbed a pair of sweatpants and a long t-shirt from Hannah’s case, and held them up for her approval. “Yeah, that’ll do. I think I need to pee again.” Hearing that I grabbed a pair of plastic pants from her bag, “best you wear these too then”. I brought the clothes over to the bed, and set to work. She whimpered a little as I wiped her clean, the close contact, and the restraints once again getting her horny. Unfortunately for Hannah, even if I’d been inclined to let her orgasm, we just didn’t have time. Satisfied that she was clean, I laid out the diaper underneath her, and broke the suppository out of its packet.. “Last chance to back out” She gave me a cheeky grin. I pushed it into her bottom, then leaned forward and kissed her again. I kept kissing her, moving down her neck, toward her breasts. Until she whispered to me, “Don’t fuck around. Put the nappy on me, I can already feel it working..” In spite of how hard I was laughing, I managed to get Hannah’s diaper on her and free her from the restraints. She pulled her clothes on, and we headed out the door. As we walked into the hallway, I asked her how she was feeling. “It’s cramping a little, but it’s not too bad”, she responded. By the time we got to the nearest restaurant, Hannah was struggling to hold things together. I offered to go in and get the food alone, but Hannah refused. She was, apparently, “going to see this through”. I only discovered what she meant by this when the waiter asked whether we wanted to order take away, or to get a table. In spite of how much she seemed to be struggling outside, Hannah somehow managed to compose herself perfectly, then, while keeping her eyes locked on mine the whole time, asked for a table. This was going to get interesting. We headed to a booth in an almost empty corner of the restaurant, well away from the handful of other customers in the place, and looked at the menu. While we waited for the waiter to come and take our order I asked Hannah why she wanted to eat in. “It’s almost empty in here,” she replied, “I wanted to see how far I could go.” I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t interested in just how much public humiliation Hannah could take, but I was also worried. The games we’d played had always been about fighting the sense of urgency, never about losing control in front of people. This was going to be an entirely new experience, and I was concerned it might be one she didn’t enjoy. Once the waiter had finished taking our orders, I waited until he was a few feet away from the table, before asking Hannah, whether she needed a change. I don’t think he actually heard me, but it was fun to see the look on Hannah’s face. In spite of her struggle with her bowels, she managed to spit out the words “not yet” through gritted teeth, before following them with “but you’re not going to enjoy cleaning it up”. It was only a few moments later when her control failed. She held her hands out across the table for me to hold, and raised herself slightly off her seat, before letting rip with a few muffled farts. At first she seemed OK with it, then the realisation of what was happening hit her. Her eyes went wide, and she had a look of terror on her face. It seemed I’d been right to be concerned. “It’s OK. You’re doing well.” I used my thumbs to stroke the backs of Hannah’s hands as they trembled in mine. She seemed so fragile. Then the smell hit me. Hannah saw my nose twitch a little, then stammered, “is it bad?” I lied to her, reassuring her that no one would notice. I continued to stroke her hands, kept telling her it was all OK, then asked her if she wanted to go back to the hotel. She shook her head. “Do you want me to come round to your side of the table and cuddle you?” She nodded. I moved round, and hugged her. She was shaking. I held her tight, and stroked her arms. Kept reassuring her that everything was OK. By the time our food arrived, she was much calmer, although very much still in a trance. “Are you going to eat?” She began picking at her nachos and took a few sips of beer. I kept my arm round her the whole time. And while this helped Hannah feel safe, it made eating my burger much harder than it otherwise should have been. Not that the smell helped much either. We’d been picking at our food for about half an hour, when Hannah suddenly began to cry. It started with a few sniffles, but very quickly descended into quiet, uncontrollable sobbing. I decided we ought to leave. I called over the waiter and asked him for the bill. Ideally, I would have prefered to have gone over to the counter to keep him away from Hannah - it wasn’t going to take a genius to work out what had happened from the smell, the half-eaten food, and the crying girl - but I didn’t want to leave her alone. When he returned, he told Hannah that he hoped she felt better, and she instantly began shaking again. I got her outside, then held her close, making sure she could see my face, “It’s OK. You’re going to hold on tight to my hand, and we’re going to go back to the hotel.” Hannah nodded. We moved slowly, Hannah staggering along on, still very much weak at the knees . Fortunately, the streets were nearly deserted, and no one paid us any attention. At least, they didn’t until we got outside the hotel, when Hannah stopped dead in her tracks. I asked her if she was OK. She didn’t respond. It was then that I saw the tell tale sign of a leak, as for the second time in one day, her trousers began to darken. I rubbed her back while she finished. By the time she began moving again she was crying pretty hard. Once again, I held her close, and as I did, she spluttered out, “I think I went too far”. I couldn’t help but laugh at this, which completely distracted Hannah, and broke her out of her little trance. Almost immediately, she went from crying wreck to something resembling her usual self, as she cracked a slight smile, called me a “bastard”, and started jabbing me in the ribs. I tried to defend myself from her playful little pokes, but the situation was so ridiculous - as the red-faced, sniffling, stinking, love of my life proceeded to playfight with me in the street - that all I could do was laugh, and remind her of what happened when I tickled her on the train. She responded by telling me that I could tickle her all I liked - at this point what else was there to lose? We continued on into the hotel, and straight toward the lift. We were probably only waiting a minute at most for it to arrive, but it seemed like forever. It must have been even worse for Hannah. We’d been in the hotel for less than four hours, and already the receptionist had seen her with soaking wet hot pants, and got a full on view of her having an accident. Somehow Hannah not only managed to hold it together through the wait, but when the lift arrived, she was pretty upbeat. Then things got complicated. As we waited for the doors to close, a woman called us to “hold it”, as she ran across the lobby. For a moment I considered pressing the ‘door close’ button, as much for her sake as for Hannah’s, but I didn’t react quickly enough, and when the doors shut, the woman was stuck in there with us. I worried how this would affect Hannah, but I needn’t have. When the woman made a comment about the smell, Hannah glanced up at her, and replied “sorry, I had a bit of an accident”, and that ended the conversation. Understandably, the woman got off at the next floor, while we continued up to our room on the 12th. Buy the time we were at our door, Hannah was horny as all hell. This wasn’t uncommon for her. The problem was, I’d originally intended for us to only be out for a few minutes while we grabbed a take away. She’d fight the sense of urgency, feel humiliated, and be back home before the ‘fireworks’. Our antics at the restaurant had put paid to that plan, and now I was faced with a girlfriend in a filthy diaper, who meant to have her way with me pretty much immediately. After what she’d subjected herself to for our amusement tonight, I wasn’t going to let her down. I led Hannah into the room, then made sure the door was shut behind us. “OK shit-pants, let’s see the damage.” Hannah pouted at her new nickname, but dropped her sweatpants as instructed. It wasn’t exactly pleasant, but nowhere near as bad as I had feared. I pulled her into a hug, careful to keep soe distance between my jeans and her diaper, then gave her a long, deep kiss. As I pulled away, I instructed her not to move. I reached into my bag and pulled out several bed pads. I put one on the floor beside the bed, and asked Hannah to stand on it, while I took the blankets off the bed, and spread the other pads out on the mattress. “Right, we’re ready. Plastic pants off”. Hannah complied. As she did, the smell became more apparent. Hannah saw me gag slightly. “Sorry”, she mumbled. “I’m not sure this is all your fault” I replied, trying to reassure her. “I did warn you that you wouldn’t enjoy cleaning this up”. “Yeah, I suppose you did”. I pulled the waistband of her diaper back, the check much more about putting her in a certain headspace than anything else. “How bad is it?” “You definitely need a change” “Ew. Does that mean I’m going to have to wait until after you’ve cleaned me up?” “How the hell are you horny?” “Someone teased me before we went out, remember?” I grabbed some wipes and black sacks out of my bag, then instructed Hannah to lay down on the pads on the bed. As she did, she raised her legs in the air, ready to be changed. Which is probably why she seemed surprised when I stripped off, climbed on top of her, brandishing the magic wand. “What’s this?” she asked. “Thought you’d like it.” I pushed the wand into the front of the diaper, turning it up to full power. After everything she’d been through, Hannah had earned herself this orgasm. It was a matter of moments before she began making the yelping noises, and pressing herself against the vibrator. Normally Hannah has trouble orgasming without at least some penetration, but from the way her body was trembling, it was clear that this wasn’t going to be a problem tonight. I rubbed the backs of my nails against her skin, gave her a soft, llingering kiss, and she melted into a quivering wreck. She fell back onto the bed, and I wrapped my arms around her. “I love you”, I said, as I stroked her hair. “I love you too”, she echoed, as we began to doze off.

“Are you sure?” Sarah asked. I nodded my head once again, gritting my teeth a little as I did. “When I need to go, I’ll go. You don’t need to remind me”. She didn’t look convinced. Which, I suppose, was fair. Much as I didn’t like to admit it, I’d had more than a few wet patches and skid marks recently. It wasn’t like there was anything medically wrong, I just sometimes held it a little too long. Well, a lot too long, really. At first Sarah hadn’t noticed the accidents. Or at least, she hadn’t mentioned them, but then there was the night when I was undressing for bed and as soon as I took my jeans off she noticed a smell. I was oblivious to it, so when she asked me to turn around I didn’t think much of it. Until she came up behind me and pulled my boxers down. We were a pretty kinky couple, and we often switched roles between top and bottom. And it wasn’t unusual for us to start a scene spontaneously, but even still, it was a bit of a surprise when she bent me over and gave me ten hard swats on my butt. “What was that for?” I asked, with a slightly more whiny tone than I’d intended. “If you’re going to stain your underwear like a child,” she chided me, “then you’ll be punished like one”. She took my hand tightly and dragged me to the bathroom, where she had me grab my ankles while she wiped my butt, scolding me all the while. After that night our relationship changed a little. Most of the time we were like an ordinary couple, but she was hyper alert to every sign I needed the bathroom, and would remind me to go like I was a toddler. Similarly she would make snap inspections of my underwear, and any marks or stains were met with spankings. It was about two weeks into this new regime when the first proper accident happened. We’d booked a weekend at a hotel on the coast, and it was a couple of hours drive away. She’d made me go to the bathroom before we left, even going so far as to stand over me while I sat on the toilet, but no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn’t go. After several minutes of sitting there I eventually squeezed out enough pee to turn the water yellow, and she let me get up, but she gave me a stern warning to tell her in plenty of time if I needed to go to the bathroom on the journey. We’d just passed a sign for the rest stop when the urge hit me. I felt my bladder twinge, and considered telling her that I needed to pull over to pee. The thing was, we were making good time. We’d be there in twenty minutes, and I assumed I could easily hold it until then. I’d like to pretend the reason I failed was because we got caught in a traffic jam, or the car broke down, but the truth is, I was just terrible at guessing how long I could go without peeing. I realised there was going to be a problem just as we sped past the turn off for the rest stop. Within a couple of minutes I was stretching my toes and fingers, trying to distract from the burning in my bladder. It wasn’t long after that that the squirming began in earnest. Of course my girlfriend noticed. “Why didn’t you tell me you need to go when you saw the sign for the rest stop?” “I didn’t need to go then.” I snapped back. “Really? You’re about to piss your pants in my car and you’re getting snippy with me?” “I’m sorry” I tried to placate her, but it was too late. “Apology accepted, but your attitude just earned you a punishment when we get to the hotel” “A spanking?” I ventured. “A punishment, not a funishment. It’s not going to be something you’ll enjoy”. I was too busy trying to hold my bladder to consider what the punishment would be. I pulled my phone out and checked Google Maps. Five minutes to the hotel. I watched as the little dot followed the path… four minutes… three minutes. Then, without warning, the car stopped. “What’s happening? Why’d you stop?” My sense of panic was obvious in my voice. “I told you you weren’t going to like your punishment. Nothing else I’m doing is teaching you a lesson, so now you’re going to have to suffer some real consequences”. My eyes went wide. “The hotel is about a mile away. It’ll take you about twenty minutes to get there. If you’re lucky you might find somewhere en route that’ll let you use their bathroom.” I didn’t move. “Get going, you’re wasting time here. I’ll meet you at the hotel.” Not quite believing what was going on, I eased myself out of the car, careful not to lose control as I did so. Sarah kept the car stationary as she watched me stagger stiff-legged for a few steps, before stopping dead in my tracks and absolutely soaking myself. She pulled forward a little, wound the window down. “I’ll see you at the hotel, honey. I love you”. With that she drove off, leaving me to walk through the town with piss-drenched pants on display for the world. The walk was more tolerable than I’d expected. I only passed a handful of people, but although each one gave me a very strange look it wasn’t as humiliating as I’d expected. That wasn’t the case when I reached the hotel. Sarah clearly thought the walk wasn’t bad enough, and had decided to up the ante. She was waiting for me as I got to the front door, cases beside her, and a shopping bag in her hand. When she saw me she exclaimed so loud people in the next town could likely have heard it, “Oh honey, you wet yourself again. I’m so sorry. Is it just wet or did you mess yourself too?” Without giving me time to answer, she reached into the bag and handed my a package of Tena adult pull ups, “Here you go. These should make it easier to hide your next little accident”. I turned a deep shade of crimson as I took the package from her. I should have been furious, but somewhere between the humiliation and the fact that it was genuinely quite funny, I went with it. After that weekend, she tended to keep me in pull ups most of the time. Every so often I’d be trusted with underwear, but as they were always dirty or damp by the pre-bed check, I’d be back to pull ups the following day. For a brief while that led to a kind of calm equilibrium between us - if I had an accident it was relatively easy to just put a clean pull up on, so although I still got spanked for having an them, she eased off on reminding me to use the bathroom. The problem was, that meant I put off going even longer, and so the accidents not only got more frequent, but worse. The wet spots turned to floodings, and the skid marks turned into full on messings, and more often than not both kinds of accident led to leaks. Things changed with the restaurant incident. We’d both had a busy week, and decided to treat ourselves to a meal out. Nothing grandiose, just a chinese at the local buffet. As usual, I was in a pull up, and as usual I was far more bothered about things going on around me than I was about using the bathroom. I was aware of a rumbling in my belly, but I was also in line for the desert station, and I didn’t want to lose out on a slice of cake just because I’d had to poop. Besides, I’d already soaked one pull up today, which meant a spanking this evening, so I didn’t think a few skid marks would really matter in the grand scheme of things. As I got a slice of cake for each of us, my tummy gave a deep rumble, and I let out a silent but very smelly fart. I was going to have to drop the cake at the table and head straight to the bathroom. I crept across the room, desperate to hold on, but I was less than half-way to the table when my sphincter gave out, and I crapped my pull up. It wasn’t a huge mess, but I was definitely aware of it, and it felt like clean up would be tricky. That left me with a decision to make: I could drop the cakes with Sarah and head to the bathroom to try to clean up, I could tell her what had happened and we could pay up and go, or I could carry on as if nothing had happened and hope she didn’t notice I’d pooped myself until after we’d left the restaurant. True to form, I went with option three. I sat back down at the table, set the cakes in front of us, and began to eat. At first Sarah did the same, but then she paused, taking a sniff of the air. “Ew, can you smell that?” she asked. I thought best to play along, I sniffed the air, “It smells like the drains are backed up, probably the glass washer or something”. She glanced over toward the bar. It was the other side of the room. She shook her head, then locked eyes with me, “It only started when you came back…” She trailed off a little as she realized what had happened, “Oh. My. God. You messed yourself here?!” “I’m sorry,” I squeaked as my eyes fell down to the table, although not before I’d caught the genuine fury in her eyes. “It’s one thing that you shit your pants”, she seethed, as people at the tables around us caught notice of what was going on, “but then you didn’t even try to deal with it? Really?!” I don’t know why exactly, but I began to shake. She caught my eye once again, and calmed down almost instantly, “I know you’re upset. I know it’s not your fault, but I also know that you knew full well what had happened, and when it does happen you need to tell me. Straight away. OK?” I nodded, “We may as well finish this, then you can wait in the car while I pay”. As soon as we got home, I got the spanking of my life, still in my messy pull up. After that we had a talk. She knew I hated being humiliated, and that it really was an accident, but she also made it clear that we couldn’t go on like this. It was the first time diapers were discussed, and the ultimatum was clear, the next time I left anything other than skid marks in my pull up, or I had a serious wetting accident, I’d be wearing diapers until she said otherwise. Since then she’s been super hot on reminding me to go to the bathroom, and for the last six weeks that’s meant that although I’ve had skidmarks and wet patches, she hasn’t had to go through with the threat of diapers. The thing is, I’ve been kind of a brat about it, and have begun snapping at her for nagging me. I know she’s helping, but it kind of makes me feel like a child. Which brings us up to now, and the moment I pushed her too far. “You don’t need to remind me” “But I do, don’t I? Or else you end up holding until you have an accident.” “I haven’t had one for six weeks” “Because I’ve been making sure you go to the bathroom” “Yeah, the second I need to go, like I can’t hold on for five minutes” For a moment she just stared at me, saying nothing. Finally, after a deep breath, she continued, “You think you’re good to hold it? Fine. Come with me.” She took me by the hand and led me into the bathroom. “I’m going to set you a little challenge. You succeed, and I’ll stop nagging you. You can have whatever accidents you like, embarrass yourself however you want, and I won’t say a thing. Fail, and you’ll be back in diapers.” I nodded my head. “Pull your pants down and bend over the bathtub please” I did as she instructed. “When we’re done here I want you to drive to the store in town, when you get there you’re going to buy a cake for us to share, then you’re going to come back and give it to me. Do you understand?” I nodded my head, “I think I can do that”. “Good job.” I felt her finger rubbing around my butt hole. “What’s happening?” “I’m going to make your little shopping trip a bit more exciting” That was when she slipped the suppository inside me. I gave a little involuntary yelp. I’d done anal play before, but this was a surprise. “What was that?” “A suppository. You think you’re so good at holding, now you have something to try to hold.” I made a slight groaning noise, as her finger slid back out. “I’d hurry up if I were you, you’ve got about ten minutes before it takes full effect.” I didn’t need to be told twice. Within two minutes my pull up and pants were back round my waist and I was out the door. Within six minutes I was pulling up to the store. As I got out the car I could feel it churning away, making my belly and my sphincter tingle. I gritted my teeth and headed into the store. The tingling got more apparent with every step I took, and as I reached the cake aisle my belly began to rumble. I reached over to grab the cake off the shelf, and in doing so I stopped concentrating on holding my bowels. I felt something very runny slip past my sphincter, immediately braced myself, trying to hold off the inevitable. I squeezed my butt cheeks together hard, and waddled to the checkout. It only took me a few moments to pay, but every single second was agony. I fumbled as I tried to get my money out, then fumbled with my change when the cashier gave it back to me. By the time she’d given me my receipt, I was sweating, tripping over my feet, and had couldn’t stop passing gas. Never mind not making it back home without an accident, I wasn’t going to make it out of the store. As I stumbled away from the checkout I felt like my whole body was on fire. I was fighting to avoid an accident with every fibre of my being, but no matter how hard I fought I was losing, and losing badly. With each step I took I felt my control slipping. I had terrible wind, and the farts felt lumpy. I finally lost it completely just as I walked out of the store. In full view of everyone, inside and out, I doubled over and filled my pull up. I felt the sludge trying to escape the leg bands as I struggled to my car, finally pushing past them as I sat down. I managed to drive home, but the smell and the sense of humiliation were overwhelming. I don’t remember getting out of the car, or ringing the doorbell, but I remember the look on Sarah’s face as she opened the door and saw me. And smelled me. She ushered me inside, straight to the bathroom, and had me stand in the shower as she stripped off all my clothes. “Well, this is horrific” she muttered, glancing at my stained jeans and the overflowing pull-up. I didn’t respond. Instead I just stared straight ahead. “I think the suppository might have been a mistake. I’m sorry I put you through this” I managed a little nod of my head in acknowledgement. “We can stop doing this if you like,” she continued, “After I clean you up, you can just go back to underwear.” I shook my head, squeaked out a “no.” She seemed surprised. I continued, “Please... “ I began to stutter, “I… I… want the the diapers, please.” She got the shower head down and used it to wash the poop off of me. As the water, then her hands, caressed my thighs I couldn't hold back a smile. “Are you enjoying this?” I nodded, a little shy. My thumb slipped into my mouth. “You little pervert” she grinned. “Let’s get you dried off and in your diaper then” She led me to the bed and laid me on the fluffy, thick diaper. It was far from discrete and there’d be no hiding the fact that I was padded like a toddler. “You’re not going to have to worry about me reminding you to use the bathroom now”, she said, smiling at me. “I suppose not,” I replied, relieved at the thought. “Although I will be checking your diapers.” she said, taping the diaper shut, “And as you’ve proved you can’t be trusted to make decisions about when to use the bathroom, from now on I’m taking that out of your hands.” I had figured this would be the case. I smiled back at her, “Thank you. I love you.” “I love you too, stinky butt” she said, as she leaned down to kiss me.

I wrote this a while ago, and posted it elsewhere previously. Anyway, enjoy, and let me know if you like it, or would like more. I slipped my shoes on and grabbed my jacket. To be honest, I probably didn’t need it, summer had hit full force, and I was already sweating in just my t-shirt, but I liked to have it with me, just in case the weather took an unexpected turn. Just as I was about to head out the door, Sir grabbed my arm, spinning me around to look into his eyes. Before I knew what was happening, he had undone my belt, and pulled my pants and boxers down a few inches, and cupped his hand around the front of my diaper. Not entirely satisfied with the squeeze test, he tugged my pants down a little further, and slipped his finger into the leg hole. He discovered exactly what I would have told him had he simply asked - I was bone dry. Of course, this was only part one. In one fluid movement, he spun me back around, and pulled back the top of my diaper. “I could have sworn I smelled something” he said. “Not from me”, I offered, “Clean and dry”. “We’ll I’ll change you into a thick one when we get to the theatre anyway, so if you need to go in the car, don’t hold it”. I nodded. The instruction to not hold it was part of our little game, but it was based on something very real. While not exactly incontinent, I had begun having a few issues with with my ability to hold on for very long. If I felt the urge, I’d need to reach the bathroom pretty swiftly, or I’d be soggy. Or worse. Under the circumstances, padding was just a sensible precaution. Given that diapers were already part of our play, and that trying to stay clean and dry was usually an exercise in painful futility, Sir quickly decided to work a rule against holding into the mix. With the diaper check complete, and my pants back around my waist, I grabbed my change bag and headed to Sir’s truck. The ride to the movie theatre was pretty swift, and with the hot weather I really didn’t need to pee at all, but as we pulled into the parking lot I knew Sir would expect me to have used the diaper a little, so I bore down on my bladder and forced out enough pee to avoid a punishment later. Apart from a handful of staff on duty,.the foyer of the theatre was almost completely empty. That was a mixed blessing. Although there weren’t loads of people there to witness sir lead me into the disabled bathroom, the few people who were there definitely saw. I was a little concerned they would think we were going in there for some sort of lewd purpose. Evidently so was sir. His solution to this was to add a stuffer to the already thick diaper he’d planned for me to wear, so that it was abundantly clear we’d gone in the bathroom to change me. As I came out the bulge was pretty apparent, but even more of a giveaway was the used diaper Sir had me carry to the trash can. To make up for my improptu and unintended humiliation, Sir offered to pay for snacks. Which is how I ended up with a hotdog, nachos, ice cream and a big ass drink. Given how thick it was, I was certain the diaper could take it. It actually took me two trips to carry my haul in. Fortunately we had the screen to ourselves, so there was no one to witness my gluttony. Particularly fortunate as I’d polished off the hot dog and half the ice cream before the end of the trailers. The film was OK, but halfway through , I started to feel all that food, as well as the big breakfast I’d had before I left, take its toll. I squirmed in my seat, squishing against the already damp padding around my butt. This caught Sir’s attention and he started rubbing my back. “Do you need to potty?” I shook my head, “I’m fine. Just a little numb-bum from the seat” Sir didn’t believe me “Just use your diaper, that’s what it’s there for” I shook my head again, slightly more vigorously than I had intended as my fight to hold onto my bowels continued. Sir took my hand in his, and started rubbing it, “If you keep holding, it’ll start to hurt” I grimmaced, “I really don’t want to have an accident now.” “It’s fine, we’re the only people in here” he reassured me, I don’t know if it was him calming me down, or just the sheer pressure, but at that point I lost my battle, and Iet out an awkward fart as my poop splorched out into my diaper.I’d barely had a chance to lift myself off the seat, so the load found itself channeled throughout the padding, up my back and right to the edges of the thighs. Throughout all this, sir kept watching me, and rubbing my hand.. “Feeling better?” I nodded, staying stiff for fear of a blow out. Sir noticed this too. He stayed seated, while he lifted my hand and ushered me up. With my butt right at the height of his face, he took a quick sniff. There was no mistaking what I’d just done for a fart, I stank. “Undo your belt please” I did as I was told, and Sir pulled my pants down slightly. He stood, tugged back the waistband, and inspected the damage. Satisfied the back was survivable, he tugged my pants down further, and inspected the butt area, as well as the leg bands. While he’d been doing this, I’d stayed focused on the movie. Partly because it was good, but mostly to avoid acknowledging that I was in a public movie theatre - albeit a deserted one - having my messy diaper checked like a toddler. Whether Sir realised what my reasoning for watching the movie was I didn’t know, but after he pulled my pants back up he lowered me back into my seat, “I’ll probably have to wash your jeans, but don’t worry, you won’t have to miss any of the movie”. He was definitely right about washing the jeans. As my butt came to rest on the seat cushion, I felt the leg bands of the diaper give way, and spent the remaining 30 minutes of the movie feeling the poop squelch all over my butt. I still had to poop a little more and although the urge was minimal, it kept making me fart. Every time that happened, the air would ripple through the semi-solid poop that filled my diaper, like I was sitting in a volcanic mud pool. Eventually, the film came to an end, and Sir lead me out of the screen. He had originally intended to change me in the same disabled bathroom we used when we came in, but as we emerged into the foyer, it had gone from empty to packed. Seeing the look of panic on my face, Sir had led me through the crowd, into the parking lot, and straight to his truck, Where once again I had to sit down, and once again, the mess did it’s very best to escape my padding. I should have felt humiliated walking through all those people, and certainly as the smell began to fill up the cab of Sir’s truck, but sir kept hold of my hand, and kept telling me that he was proud of me for doing as he’d told me without any hesitation. Somehow, in spite of my state, his constant reinforcement really did make me feel a little hint of pride. We pulled onto the driveway, and stopped in front of the garage door. It took a moment before the remote worked, and in that time my heart sank as I imagined Sir was going to make me get out of the truck, into the street where we lived, with a full diaper. To say that I was relieved when the door began to slide up and the truck pulled inside would be a serious understatement. It was, I suspect, that final rush of adrenalin that sent me over the edge. Up until now I’d been fully aware of events, but as we pulled into the garage, I started to disappear into a world of my own. So much so that it wasn’t until Sir opened my door and helped me out that I realised the car had stopped. As he raised me out of the seat, I looked down. There were two half-moon-shaped damp patches on the seat. Fortunately it was wipe clean leather, but there was no mistaking how the back of my jeans would look. I wasn’t that bad in the theatre. I had obviously peed myself in the car without realising. Clearly this realisation was playing on my face, as Sir asked, “what’s wrong?” “Nothing, Sir. I just think I peed myself.” Sir looked down at my butt, a degree of incredulity in his eyes.”Not just peed yourself”. “No, I mean without realising”. Sir shrugged. “Well, that’s what you’re wearing padding for” he began leading me out of the garage and into the hallway, “now come on, young man, your messy butt is starting to stink up the house”. I didn’t move. “What’s wrong?” I snapped my hand away from his, “What’s wrong is that I just peed myself, and all you can do is shrug.” Sir stood his ground, as I began to lose my temper at him. “For fuck’s sake, I shit myself in a movie theatre, and you’re perfectly cool with it. What’s wrong with you?” Sir smiled and gently shook his head, “Nothing is wrong with me. I just honestly don’t care what underwear you’re wearing, or what state it’s in.” Almost instantly, his calm manner calmed me down too. “To be honest, son, I find you particularly cute when you’re like this.” I hung my head, suddenly ashamed at my outburst. Sir held out his arms and I came in for a hug. “Now, I was going to change you, but after that little show, I think you need to be reminded of how this works.” Sir said, once again taking my hand in his. He walked briskly, and I had trouble keeping up with him because I was waddling so badly. That, and I knew where he was leading me, and didn’t really want to go. Unfortunately, the house isn’t that big, so within moments Sir opened the door to the punishment room, and led me inside. Surveying the implements, my eyes went wide. It wasn’t that I was unfamiliar with the room, far from it, but it was rare I was in here in quite this state. I seemed to have caught Sir’s eye, as he smiled at me, “don’t worry, we won’t be doing anything too strenuous”, he reassured me. He draped me over a spanking bench, and secured my hands in place. Then he went into the bathroom and grabbed a brought out a bar of soap. Even the sight of it made me retch as my sense filled with the memory of the last time I’d been made to suck on it. I began to shake my head, “No, no no….” Once again, Sir smiled. He placed the soap down just in front of my face. “Now you remember why you shouldn’t say naughty words then?” I nodded. “OK, well I won’t make you put it in your mouth. It can stay there as a reminder”. For at least the third time today, an enormous sense of relief came over me. That lasted for all of a few seconds, as Sir began to rain blows down against my butt. It wasn’t painful. Not exactly, anyway; the padding and the mess formed a pretty good barrier against the sharp force of the spanking, but the sense of humiliation I felt as each blow landed, sending a dull thudding sensation into my butt cheeks and forward, toward my genitals, was wonderful. It was fortunate Sir hadn’t asked me to count the blows, I’d have had no chance. I began to drift off somewhere between agony, humiliation and ecstasy. By the time Sir unstrapped me from the bench, I was a wreck. “You took your punishment very well. I think I should reward you”, At some point, between the spanking and the release, Sir had laid a changing mat down on the floor. He lowered me down onto it, and instinctively I spread my legs, ready for my change. Sir knelt down infront of me, but rather than undoing the tapes of my diaper, he began to rub the front. I smiled in gratitude, “You did well, young man”, he said, as he produced the magic wand and started vibrating the front of my diaper. I was in heaven. He moved the wand down towards my anus, the vibrations sent shivers up my spine. “Please sir, may I cum?” He nodded. “You may.”. I let the orgasm overtake me, and shuddered as I released yet another fluid into my already wrecked diaper. As I lay on my back in post orgasmic reverie, Sir set to work on the unenviable task of changing my diaper. I kept my eyes closed, and enjoyed the sensations as he cleaned me up. By the time Sir took my hand and helped me stand back up, I was clean, dry, and comfortable, and very pleased that I’d followed Sir’s advice and had an accident on our trip out.

This is some sighting stories about my sister in law. I shall not mention her real name but let's call her Emma. she did have a lot of wettings and then a lot of diapers. Well, I'l tell you bit about her. She is in her twentys, slim with blonde hair and blue eyes. She looks very cute and acts cute and even childish at times. Now saying that she is pretty damn smart. Anyway, my brother met her when she was 19 and he was 21. Two young party animals partying together. Now her diaper sightings started at the age of 20 when she got pregnant. Now having a baby can cause incontinence which in her case did happen but she enjoyed it a lot. I'm pretty sure she did anyway. She carried on being incontinence couple years after having the child but I think she decided that after a couple big leaks and her child getting to the age where he would notice she decided to keep it in the room type of activity. Can't blame her Well I'l start off with the first story Hikes are the devil for the bladder One time we all went on a hike. She was wearing a blue jean miniskirt and converse and a white tank top. During the hike, Emma kept whining about needing a pee super badly. I and my bro kept teasing her making sounds of water and talking about waterfalls and lakes. She was begging us to stop or she gonna pee herself. Her mum just told her to go in the bush which she responded to !I'm a girl Ishe can't do that" We eventually got down to a river where she was really desperate and she and her boyfriend lagged behind a little and I remember looking back to her to see her standing there with pee running down her legs. And she was fine after that. An occasion like that happened again sometime and she just said she going to find a spot. She was hardly hiding because i remember seeing her standing behind a tree with pee running down her legs... Who hasnt been desperate in a car I remember sitting behind her in the car of her boyfriends (My bro) and she was whining about needing a pee and in the end it went all quiet and she admitted to having a little accident. After a while, you could see little dampness on the back of the seat. Accidents happen next to the toilet I guess? We were all chilling in the front room talking about stuff and after a while, everyone went into the kitchen, I stayed in the living room and Emma went to the bathroom. She was wearing a wooly jumper, tight black jeans and black leather boots. Her jeans were really tight. She was awhile in the toilet. After sometime she came out into the living room and bent over feeling her thighs. I was watching her do all of this. I could see her thighs were wet. I asked her if she ok and she jumped back up saying she's fine and went into the kitchen to her BF and they left likes minutes later. While she was leaving i could see her bum was wet. I assume she was desperate as she liked holding on to last minute and went to the bathroom to end up struggling to pull her jeans down and maybe pressed on her bladder or her bladder gave up and she started peeing and stood there not sure what to do and sat there on the toilet peeing through her clothes. Shopping trip My bro asked if I wanted to go shopping with him and Emma. I was down, let's do it. So they pick me up and I walked out to their car and its about an hour drive to the mall. Emma was wearing Thick black leggings, Dark grey tank top and Vans shoes and a diaper on. So maybe half hour into the trip she moans about needing a pee, My bro teases her a little saying "You shouldn't have drunk all that water" because she was drinking bottles of water on the trip. Like alot. And also saying "Just go then" with her responding "No, i want to hold it a bit". About ten minutes after that she moans again and comes out with "Oh no", Opens her legs widely and I could see in the mirror that she was stroking her crotch with her hand. She sighed in relief and whispered to my Bro "I'm peeing" He started to get a boner I also did... He came out with "We need to potty train you little baby" She giggled saying "Please don't I like these" She clearly sat there in a diaper peeing in her diaper. She sighed a bit more in relief and than sat normally with her legs together and whispered "I'm still peeing" When we arrived I let her go in front and I could 100% make out a diaper shaped bum. It was pretty hidden but you could tell. If you were looking for it. So we all go to a little restairant to eat some food and we all end up having a coffee. She went pretty quiet and after like 5 mins she looks at my Bro with a somewhat worried looked and whispered to him "I peed again but my diaper leaked little bit" So we finish eating our food and drinks and go to the bathrooms and she asks "how bad the damage" My bro says "you cant even notice it". So She went into the disabled toilets to change her child's diaper and to change her diapers. She comes out and looks at my bro saying all Fresh! So we go to all the stores and look around and I and my bro went into the apple store She went into another shop and after a while she came into the apple store and listened in on the conversation with the salesman. She stood there and sighed in relief and her hand holding her diaper crotch like she peeing. She did walk around little and I did watch her feel you bum and pull up leggins up which made the diaper more obvious. After that, we end up on the high street and chilled out on a bench. I manage to get a decent look at her diaper crotch as she was sitting and it did look diapered. I think she whispered "I'm peeing" to my bro and a cheeky grin. Well after that not much happened on Emma and it was the end of the day. So we went to the toilets and Emma changed her child's diaper and her diaper. Came out and we went to the car. There was some traffic like a lot of traffic on the way home. So a one hour trip turned into two hours. About the one mark, she moaned to my bro needing the toilet and he says "just go" and she comes out with "No the toilet! Like number 2" About 15 minutes after that she sits up and groans and she sat that pooping her diaper. Music was loud but you could hear the hissing and crackling of her poop coming into her diaper. She relaxes a bit and a red face and the car smelled of poop but not a bad smell. Like a smell of a used diaper. Well she sat into her diaper with a smile on her face. "It's not that I don't like pooping my diaper it's just that its a pain to clean plus we were supposed to be going to your parent's house" He droped my off at my house and they leave without coming in with is weird because they normally come on in. Bit on the bum! One time she came over to my house cause my bro was suppose to be here but was working late. She arrived wearing her blue flowery romper, white vans. Anyway, we sat in the front room talking about shit like recent parties and lazing around. Also offering her a drink. Can a beer it was So After a while of just chatting she sits up and goes "Ow" Then jumps up and runs to my mums room saying "Ow ow ow ow" alot and ran into my mums room So I walk past my mums room to see the door closed so I push it open very slowly and I see her standing their stripped down to her diaper. A blue diaper. It looked wet. Well she took the diaper off and then bent over in the mirror to check her bum out. I think something bit her on her bum... Well, she puts her wet diaper back on and admires herself in the mirror as she sighs in relief feeling her diaper getting wet as she stands their peeing. Then she takes it off and rolls it up and puts it in her bag. Then puts a new fresh same type diaper on and pulls her rompers back up. So I quickly left and sat there on my phone in the front room. She sat back down and said something bit her. Then we were chilling and I manage to get couple of peeps of her diaper up her rompers legs. And her crotch looked diapered and her bum. Then my bro came home and they both went off to his room to do whatever. I went to the bathroom to conduct some Human science research... Diaper Leakage! One time she came over wearing black people went their own ways. I was reading a book and I watch her sort something out in her bag. She was standing next to the sofa so i managed to get a nice view of her bum that looked diapered. She went into the next room and stood next to the table talking to my mum when I hear her panic like "Oh no! OMG!" My mum quickly handed her a towel saying "Aww quick here a towel" Then I asked if everything is ok. She said its fine. So i listen in to Emma saying "I can't help it I have no control" (This was in the same year as her pregnancy) Mum "I understand" and she goes and stand in the arch to the front room and doesn't let anyone in. Emma says she got another pair exactly the same. She changed and mops up her mess and changes her diaper putting her spare trousers on. When I assume she took her trousers off My mum said "gosh darling, That's too full, no wonder you leaked, Be careful not to get a rash" Emma responded "Yer I forget sometimes, I have like the worst control ever and it justs comes out, It happened in public one time and I managed to get my BF to pick me up" Mum told her if she need be picked up by her feel free to call. My mum told her to "give me the diaper i'l put it in the bin". Later that evening I searched the bin to find a while folded up adult diaper. Tena diaper then I did some more human science research. I didnt keep the diaper nor did I let the diaper touch my penis. Goodness knows what she has. And I didnt see the point in keeping the diaper cause whats the point. I know with proof she wears. A DIAPERED XMAS Emma came over with my bro (Her BF) to spend Christmas with us. Now i'm going to get sraight to the story. She was wearing Black leggings with a yellow wooly jumper. With covered the majority of her bum. From time to time when she was leaning over you could get a nice glimpse of her bum. It was a little bulky but then like it was and was not bulky if that makes sense. You could tell she was wearing a fresh diaper. Cause a fresh diaper under like two pairs of leggings can look a lot like a bum. And if the diaper is a nice fit and taped up properly. Any way I store that in my wank bank and get on with my day. I keep trying to get other little glimpses. Now she does have bladder control and she did use the bathroom like 6 times which is a lot. Normally she goes once but whatever. Maybe she been drinking a lot or maybe she getting a weak bladder again! Anyway the day comes to an end and the only sighting I get was her diapered bum. However before they left she went to the toilet one more time and after her toiler session when she was standing in the living room. I was on the floor wrestling with the kids I look up to her and her jumper was slightly raised and Only like the parting of the jumper was raise and I could see a white diaper cloth waistline. I carry on playing while taking more looks and it's obvious that it was diaper waistline like a Tena cloth Diaper like for example the Tena Medium slip plus. That kind of diaper. I didn't see any tapes but i know my diapers and that was the waistline of a diaper. Who knows why she wore cause she definitely didnt wet it so maybe she wore it for comfort or maybe she was wearing it for a surprise for her BF later that night. The next day I had the house to myself so i tried on one of my tena diapers and but some trousers over it and took a look in the mirror to almost see exactly the same thing. Same material and everything. Those are the best storys I have of Emma. All the others are pretty standard. I'm gonna write weekly about sightings I've had cause I really have won the Lotto on Diaper sightings with proof. It's gonna be a different girl each week but that gives you more variety to read. I promise you now that these are not fake Well I hope you enjoyed these stories and my sister and I'l be writing weekly Enjoy!

Since I wear diapers almost every day (I take them off under some circumstances), my answer to this question is yes. What about you?

This day i was wearing my Abri M3 while i was walking to the supermarket and half way there i wetted it pretty badly. the diaper got pretty heavy and sagged a little making it really bulky, I decided to just continue on since i was almost out of diapers and i had two days before my new ones came in. (ordered some M4's this time! :D) While i was in the supermarket some kid suddenly said to his mom "look that girl is wearing a diaper!" The mom shushed him but the kid said it load af and like three people were giving me looks. i was on the verge of tears when the mom walked up to me and apologised. The mom was really nice and even offered me for her to pay my groceries, but the damadge was done. wearing diapers can be fun and exciting but sometimes i really wish i didn't need them. Has this kinda thing happend to you guys as well, and if so how did you deal with it?

I've been into the 24/7 scene for long time and sick of getting talked out of wearing and messing in diapers in public. I found some friends that are abdl or incont for support. Just want feedbacks

Ive been staying up all night and my diaper has been filled all the way. Started by going on all fours with a towel underneath then did the same on the bed which is very wet still. I also went outside covering my wet nappy with black

Rarely do I get a change to travel for work or even by myself. Even more rare is the chance to stay at a hotel with a pool and hot tub. But, recently, the chance came about for me.