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Trapped in Diaper Dreams: Prologue


   I yawned, despite the three cups of coffee I'd already downed this evening. The subject of my testing, a Mr. Franklin Jones, snored next to me at a decibel level high enough that I wondered if I should be wearing ear plugs to prevent any long-term damage. Well, I'd have to remember that for next time. 

   Mr. Jones was had volunteered for a special sleep study in which I, Dr. Hannah Lynton, tested my ingenious invention on him. It was an apparatus designed to allow a conscious person to control the dreams of someone who was asleep by measuring the activity of the awake person and projecting it as theta waves into the brain of the sleeper. 

   On the surface, not many people see the utility of such a device. Why would you want to control someone's dreams? But they don't see the bigger picture. This could be used to allow people to speak to comatose loved ones. Or perhaps it could be used as a rehabilitation method on the criminally insane? The possibilities are as limitless as… Well, as dreams! 

   Unfortunately, I haven't had much success. 

   The test involved myself and the patient wearing special headgear attached to the machine between us. Then once he was asleep, I was to read a novel–in this case Moby Dick–and then when the patient awakes we ask him what he dreamt about and see if it matches the events of the book. This was our 5th time repeating this test and we've seen few positive results. On the 2nd night he did dream about being on a boat, but that's where the similarities ended. If tonight didn't yield any workable results, I'd be back to the drawing board. 

   The door opened to my right and I managed to glance up from my book to see my colleague, Dr. Bethany Avery bringing me another cup of coffee. "Having fun yet?" she whispered. 

   I gave her a quick smile and turned my attention back to my book. Protocol dictated that I keep distractions to a minimum. 

   Although I had to admit, I could find myself very easily distracted by Dr. Avery… 

   She placed the coffee cup on the tray next to me and took my empty one. "I don't know how you manage to drink so much coffee during these tests knowing you can't get up to use the bathroom until morning. Unless you're wearing an adult diaper or something?”

   I cringed at the thought. A diaper? Me? ”As if I would ever do something so…” Humiliating? Childish? ”Unprofessional.”

   She shrugged “Is it really all that less-professional than pissing in a bottle?” She glanced under my chair and I felt heat rise up to my cheeks. I know she couldn't see the bottle I'd hidden inside my purse, but I suppose she must have surmised that I was finding some way to relieve myself during these overnight tests.

   I think she sensed my discomfort with the topic and backed off a bit “Sorry, I'm being weird. Do whatever you think is best, doctor.”

   The sudden use of an honorific somehow made me feel like I'd messed up. Pushing Bethany away was the last thing I wanted. “N-no, it's fine! I umm… I guess I just… Never thought of it that way?” 

   Perhaps I was just projecting my own desires, but I could've sworn I caught a hint of a smirk in her eyes. Was she… Enjoying watching me get all flustered? 

   “Well, if you decide you wanna try it, I can probably sneak a diaper from the supply closet for you.” she winked, heading out of the room. 

   My gaze lingered on the doorway after she was gone. Damn. She sure does have a way of getting under my skin… 

   And her idea was… Not without merit. Using my “piss bottle” as she called it, was among my least favorite parts of this whole experiment. I'd never considered that there might be an alternative solution.

   But diapers? Really? How could I, a grown woman, stoop so low as to wear a diaper and pee myself like some kind of… Baby? 

   And why are my cheeks burning so badly at the thought? 

   *ZZZZZZTTT!* The lights overhead suddenly flickered as something on the machine burst and sparks spewed out. But none of that registered to my mind as my body went completely rigid and my head felt like it was on fire! I don't know if it lasted a second or several minutes, but when the Surge of electricity finally subsided I slumped in my seat, my vision darkening as I fell into unconsciousness…




(And now, a message from Wannatripbaby):


   Hi all! So this is the Prologue for a sort of Anthology series Princessdiapergirl and myself have decided to start for any sort of random, crazy story idea we get that isn't quite big or bold enough for a multi-chapter story. This way we can get straight into the good stuff without all the set-up. 

   So far, we have one (1) fully written story for this series which we will likely post sometime within the next few days. After that? Well, that's where you come in! If you can think of any crazy or kinky scenarios you'd like to see us inflict upon our poor Dr. Hannah Lynton, leave a Comment down below and tell us! We might just make it a reality! 😁

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Episode I: High School Horror


   As my blurry vision slowly comes into focus. I was in a... Classroom? My old high school science teacher was here, saying... Something. All his words sounded garbled like I was under water. Why was I here? I graduated over a decade ago…

   Everything looked the same as it had all those years ago. The room, the people, everything. Except me... I looked at myself, and was surprised to find that I looked like... me. Well- not me as I was then, but me as I am now.


   No... No, this can't be right! I am Doctor Hannah Lynton! I should be *teaching* a highschool class, not attending one! I should-

   My thoughts were interrupted by an unusual crinkling sound.

   I looked around to check if anybody else had heard it. No sign from anyone.

That means- it must have come from me. I froze, slowly coming to realize what it must have been.

   Trying not to draw any attention to myself, I reached up under my skirt. 

   I had to suppress a squeal as my hand met the material. It was exactly what I thought it was... This revelation delighted and confused me all at once.

   But why? Why was I back in my old high school? And more importantly, why was I wearing a diaper?

   "Ms. Lynton!" the teacher's voice boomed out over the classroom, turning my blood to ice. "Is it possible for you to pay attention to something other than what's between your legs?"

   W-what did he just... There's no way I heard that right. "M-my apologies, sir…"

   He gave me a hard look, before turning back to the blackboard and continuing the lesson. I tried to pay attention to avoid getting in trouble again, but something was wrong. I couldn't understand. It was like he was speaking gibberish. "And if the grabbledob duiriknitaks barishnadab skleenie, superfleoxtococneyed freeble dabble until it moxlflox. As you might expect-"

   I glanced around the room to see if anyone else was as confused as I was, but they all just stared passively at the teacher, as one would expect.

   What was going on here!? Everyone seemed to understand him perfectly, yet he made no sense! I had to figure this out, but it wasn't like I could just leave- if I was in a high school class then they'd expect me to stay... 

   The school bell signaling the end of class felt like an answer to prayer. Now I could get out of here and try to find some answers. Maybe I could-

Something caught my foot as I was getting up to leave and I tumbled forward. I hit the floor palms-first, unharmed by still shaken by the fall. Was I just that clumsy, or had someone tripped me?

   Before I could get up, a voice from behind me nearly caused my heart to stop "Oh my god! She's wearing a diaper!"

   I froze. What? Well.. I guessed pretty quickly that they'd be able to see it. But- who even was that? I didn't want to get up, my face burned red with shame.

   It was too late to try to fix my skirt to hide the diaper. By now, I felt like every eye in the room was staring at my babyish undergarments. 

   "Oh god, she is!"

   "What a baby..."

   "How old even are you!?"

   "Do we need to call your Mommy to come change you?"

    "Maybe someone should check her diaper for her?"

   I had no idea what to do. First of all I didn't know why I was even wearing a diaper. I also didn't know what to do in this situation, I'd never been so humiliated in my life. ...on top of not knowing why this all felt so good and bad at the same time, I was well and truly stumped.

   Professor Morris started saying something again, but I still couldn't understand him. "Bigandalsh martigiot, Ms. Lynton! Get her Wagaspigold!"

   "Yes, Professor."

   My blood somehow ran even colder. I knew that voice.

   Suddenly I felt myself being hoisted to my feet by at least two people behind me. But I wasn't focused on them, I was focused on the bitch who now stood right in front of me.

   Nicole–The meanest bully in the whole school.

   Seeing her cemented the fact that yes, I really was back in my old high school, as much as I tried to deny it… 

   Apparently whatever the professor has said involved permission to escort me out of the classroom, she started walking towards the door and the people grabbing me--no doubt part of the entourage that always followed her around--started forcefully shuffling me towards the door.

   It was strange that I couldn't understand him, yet everyone else was perfectly clear..

I tried to writhe and escape from their grasp, I should've been able to easily but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't escape.

   They ushered me through the door and suddenly I was... In the girl's bathroom? What!? But we didn't even go through the halls... Right? I mean, surely we must've gone through the halls to get here. But why can't I remember that?

   There must be some logical explanation for whatever's going on.

   There was no time to think of an explanation though, as they rather unceremoniously dumped me on the floor, facing towards them.

   Nicole stalked in front of me "Well well well, if it isn't the diaper girl making a scene in front of the whole class." she looked larger than life from this angle. Like she could just step on me and crush me like a bug.

It made me feel so helpless. I shrank back, not knowing what to do. What could I do? They had surrounded me.

   "What's the matter, diaper girl?" she sneered down at me "You look so sad and pathetic."

   One of the other girls chimed in, "Maybe she's sad because she pissed her pampers?"

   "Mmm, that could be." Nicole nodded "Is that it, baby girl? Are you so fussy because you wet your wittle diapies?"

   I blushed, though this time it was for a different reason. I hoped that they didn't notice though… 

   Nicole snapped her fingers at one of her minions. "Check her diaper for me."

I wasn't afraid of what they'd find. After all, it's not as though I'd-

   Suddenly my bladder felt so full! It took me by such surprise, that as soon as the girl reached up under my skirt and touched my diaper, that's when the floodgates let loose.

   I couldn't quite believe it. I'm a grown woman, damnit! No- more than that, I'm a doctor! I can't just be pissing myself! 

   Then again, I didn't exactly mind them poking and prodding my now-soggy diaper…

   "Oh my god, she's pissing herself right now!" the minion said, poking and prodding my squishy diaper. My cheeks burned with humiliation and... Also arousal. Why was I getting so turned on by this!? I was being assaulted!

   Nicole tisked above me "Naughty naughty. What are we going to do with you, diaper girl?"

   I tried to suggest that they let me go, but I couldn't get the words out. Was I too aroused? Probably. I was ashamed of myself.

   Nicole leaned down, an evil glint in her eye, and said "I think we need to teach you a lesson about what happens to diaper babies who cause a scene."

   Without seemingly any signal to her cohorts, they both grabbed me and before I could blink they had me flipped over with my butt in the air. How could they overpower me so easily? However they did it, it didn't really matter. What I did know was that I wasn't going to enjoy what would happen next. Or.. at least that's what I thought.

   I felt a hand, presumably Nicole's, undo my skirt and pull it off of my waist, leaving my diaper completely exposed to anyone who might walk in.

   Again, I tried to fight back but I was rooted to the spot. I couldn't even open my mouth to protest.

   "Not so fussy now, are you?" Nicole taunted, hand running over my squishy padding, sending tingles down my spine. "Ew, did you drink a pool before class? This thing is fucking drenched!"

   I whimpered a little and continued to shiver from her touch.

   "Awwww, the baby girl sounds so sad. But pouting won't get you out of this one, pissy pants." even though I couldn't see her from the angle I was held at, I sensed her raising her arm back in preparation for... My spanking...

   "Ready? Oh wait, I don't care."


   I cried out, I couldn't even hold a hand to my mouth to suppress it. It felt.. strange. Obviously it was painful but at the same time- it was wonderful.. I hadn't felt this type of pleasure well- ever..


   She continued raining spank after spank, causing the thick, wet diaper to squish against me with every impact. I was definitely thankful for the diaper cushioning the blows, as well as for how each spank sent tingles down to a certain part of my anatomy.

   I hated to admit that I liked it. I hated myself for it but at the same time I knew deep down that it was exactly what I wanted.

   I tried to speak, but all that came out of my mouth was more whimpering.

   "God, you really are a pathetic baby, aren't you?" Nicole said "Maybe I should keep your skirt so that you're forced to waddle all over school in your droopy, piss-soaked diaper?"

   A wave of embarrassment, arousal and fear washed over me. Why did I like this so much? What if I couldn't get out of here?

   One of the minions decided to join in on the tormenting with her leader "I think she would like that. After all, she doesn't seem too eager to protest."

   I wanted to protest, I really did. But I just couldn't conjure anything but whimpering from my vocal cords.

   And just when I thought things couldn't get any worse, I heard my tummy rumble audibly, and just as my bladder had filled earlier, I now felt I was about to have an even worse accident.

   No, no.. NO. I screamed at myself to stop but again, no words came out. I knew I was going to do it and I couldn't stop myself no matter how I tried.

   The two minions holding me apparently heard the rumbling as well. 

   "Is... Is she about to-"

   "I think so-



   They both released me and backed off, but even if I wanted to take advantage of my new-found freedom, I felt like I was paralyzed as the first cramp hit me like a freight train and my body didn't even try to hold it back-

   No effort was made by my body at all. Not one bit. It all came rushing out at once, piling into the seat of my diaper and creating the most disgusting and arousing smell I've ever smelt.

   For the briefest moment, I felt completely numb. As though my body had expended every ounce of energy I had into my diaper. I felt nothing. Nothing, that is, except for the mucky diaper now sagging between my legs. It felt so warm and gooey and... And...

No, NO! I should NOT be enjoying this!

   When I finally tuned back into my surroundings, the first sound that greeted my ears was Nicole cackling like a banshee "I cannot BELIEVE you just did that! You really must be some kind of fucking pervert."

   "God, she STINKS!" Both of the minions were now covering their noses.

   I liked it. I liked what they said about me. I hated that I liked it but I couldn't deny that I liked it.

   I felt myself being yanked up off the floor by Nicole who spun me around to look in the mirror. "Look at yourself, diaper bitch. Look at yourself and tell me how pathetic you are."

   It was a perplexing sight, to say the least. The mirror confirmed that I was definitely my thirty-year-old adult self. The only thing odd about my appearance was the yellow-and-brown stained diaper sagging between my thighs.


   I was shocked by my sudden ability to speak, in fact I shut right up there and then because of just how shocked I was.

   "Oh, has the baby decided she can talk now?" Nicole mocked. Then before I could try to verbalize a response, she smacked my messy diaper.

   I tried to pull myself together. I'm a grown woman for goodness sake. I shouldn't be enjoying getting my diaper smacked around. My squishy.. messy.. soggy diaper...

N-no! I had to stop this. I tried to speak again but the wrong words came out of my mouth, stopping before I could finish whatever horrible thing I was going to say next.

   "I'm just a-"

   I was stopped dead in my tracks when I say an especially evil glint in Nicole's eye. "Actually, I have a better idea. Why don't you tell all your friends outside?"

And before I could even think to protest, she shoved me through the door and out into the crowded hall with nothing covering my wet, messy diaper.

   "I'm just a pathetic little stinky baby!" I seemed to yell as I was thrown down the hall. Before I could really register what I'd just said, my thoughts were drowned out by the laughter. It swelled all around me like an inescapable cage. My entire body simultaneously burned with shame and tingled with pleasure. All those people laughing at me in my poopy, stinky, wet, mushy diaper overwhelmed my senses. Any rational thought in my brain was completely drowned out by the din of roarous laughter. Everyone around seemed to tower above me and I felt smaller than I already did.

   I really was just a tiny little pathetic baby in a poopy, stinky... Wet... Mushy... D-diaper......

   I felt it in the tips of my toes and the top of my head first. Like electricity coursing through my body, but in slow motion. It traveled up my legs, causing my knees to buckle and give beneath me. My eyes rolled back into my head as it surged down my neck. Every inch of my skin pickled, my fingers and toes curled inward, my back arched, and my mouth hung open in a silent scream as this feeling wracked my body, until finally it met in the center of my core.

   And I exploded in my diaper.

   Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me. All my other senses faded into the background as my body and soul focused all of its attention on the feeling of the most powerful orgasm I'd ever experienced in my life. My hands shot down to the front of my poopy diaper, pressing the filthy padding against me as I doubled over on the floor, my body surrendering to ecstasy as I came over and over again in my stinky, squishy diaper.

   I didn't care what anyone else saw. I dug my hand into that diaper as hard as I could, mushing and squishing it around.

   By the time I was done cumming back-to-back, it felt like an eternity had passed. I was slumped over on the floor, chest heaving and sweat glistening all over my body. And yet, all I felt was warm--warm and content. I couldn't hear the laughter anymore, or anything else beyond the subsiding pounding of my own pulse in my ears. My eyes were closed, I think? Or maybe I was just too spaced-out to see straight. Everything felt fuzzy, but I didn't care. I was calm and happy like I'd never been before. In fact, I felt like I was drifting off…

   I couldn't feel the shame. I couldn't feel the pleasure. I couldn't even feel the sticky, squishy diaper between my legs. I blinked a couple times but to no avail, as I fell asleep. 

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  • Wannatripbaby changed the title to Trapped in Diaper Dreams - Episode 1: "High School Horror" (11/29/23)

Not going to lie. When I read this on another site once the chapter 1 was posted, I might have made a mess in my underwear reading chapter 1. It was so hot 😳

Maybe a scene where she is caught humping something in her messy diaper, maybe by her mother and is paddled and she cums during the paddling and her mom says since she obviously enjoys her diapers so much she can wear them 24/7 and be treated like a big baby even in public. Or some variation of that lol.

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6 hours ago, Guilend said:

Not going to lie. When I read this on another site once the chapter 1 was posted, I might have made a mess in my underwear reading chapter 1. It was so hot 😳

This is the best compliment a smut writer such as myself could receive. 😄

Also, I knew you would love this one in particular. 😉

6 hours ago, Guilend said:

Maybe a scene where she is caught humping something in her messy diaper, maybe by her mother and is paddled and she cums during the paddling and her mom says since she obviously enjoys her diapers so much she can wear them 24/7 and be treated like a big baby even in public. Or some variation of that lol.

Oooooo that could be fun! I'll run it by PDG and see what she thinks. 😄

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