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My account was deleted last night at 7k followers and i literally may go FERAL over this 😭😭😭

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The Vote goes for 30 days. The day after I will start wearing Pampers 24/7 with No toilet Breaks.

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Not for me lol, for a friend. Make him suffer

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It'll be a loooong time before he starts, but I'll let you know when it happens. Trust me, he'll be spending every single of those days in diapers

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Extra thick diaper and 1 booster I hope mummy doesn't take me shopping 😈🍼

Here we go let's see how long I get

I'll be diapered 24/7 for as long as i get

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Alexis & The Babysitter

Chapter Five:

So yeah, that’s how all of this started. In only the first two days of the last three weeks, I had been transformed from high school sweetheart to a girl that acted, appeared and even smelled like a pre-schooler.

As I lay here on the couch in a t-shirt and short skirt that does little to hide my diaper (which I just realized is wet), I shutter as I think of everything that’s happened to lead me to this point. The first accident in front of my parents and Steve, the second accident in front of Steve, and then the embarrassing encounter with Taylor at the park seemed inconsequential compared to everything else that’s happened.

I mean HOLY CRAP. I should be hanging out with Taylor, going on a sweet date or out on the lake in a sexy bikini grabbing every guy’s attention.

Instead, I virtually no longer have any control over my bowels, much less my bladder; a constant reminder that even if I were fortunate enough to wear adult clothes again, they’d likely all be thrown away right after I soiled them.

Normal day for old Alexis:

Wake up, shower, go work out, hang out with friends, go to a party and maybe go on a date.

Normal day for new Alexis:

Wake up, get diaper checked, get diaper changed, endure the constant smell of baby powder that’s followed by it being masked by the smell of a dirty diaper, then get dirty diaper changed, get put down for a nap, wake up and go play in my play pen, then dinner in the high chair, and then the moment I contest any of this, humiliating barebottom spankings. Then repeat. Lots of great stories unfortantely.

Speaking of which, just this week I was relegated to my (embarrassing) play pen in the living room one morning. Steve and my parents set on the couch with my toddler little brother talking about sports.

I was no longer humiliated at the fact that I was an 18 year old girl in diapers playing with stuffed animals, nor was I embarrassed at the fact that it was me in the play pen and not my little brother. My humiliation began when the smell of a dirty diaper permeated through the room.

What’s my first thought you might ask? My little brother of course. Secretly I hoped it was him, perhaps taking some of the attention off of my situation. Misery loves company, am I right?

Embarrassingly, it wasn’t Steve or my parents first thought. My mother’s nose wrinkled and she immediately got up and walked towards ME, not my brother.

As she approached, I set up and felt the back of my soiled diaper, only to be affirmed that it wasn’t my little brother, but rather his newly regressed older sister who had a mushy load in the back of her diaper. 💩

At 18 years old, I was again reminded that my former thriving social persona had effectively faded as I had pooped my diaper and didn’t even know it. How pathetic. 🤦🏻‍♂️

My loss of control all started that day on the way to the park. There I was, in the back of Steve’s truck strapped into a freaking car seat while, befittingly, wearing a diaper that I had just recently soiled, only to realize I was wetting it without even realizing.

Shortly thereafter, I found myself getting my diaper changed on the bed of Steve’s truck. In hindsight, as embarrassing as it was to receive a diaper change in public, I’m really glad that I did.

Taylor showing up to the park with his friends could’ve been even more disastrous. I’m still not sure if he knew I was wearing a diaper when he showed up, but I cringe when I think about if I hadn’t.

The good thing about pull-ups is they can be mistaken for panties from a distance. However, a dirty diaper is unmistakable, pull-up or not. So the cat would’ve been out of the bag.

But nonetheless, everything that followed wasn’t much better.

My cheeks red with undeniable embarrassment, I stare back at Taylor as he continued to look in curiosity.

You know those, “Wanna get away?” commercials? Yeah, that was me. Tussling between the thought of going over to them and defending myself or running off to hide. Either decision was a lose-lose proposition.

I continued to stare back, trying to determine what exactly Steve was telling him, praying it wasn’t the events that had transpired over the last two humiliating days.

I decided to try and play it cool, which looking back, was a regretful decision.

“Hey Taylor! What are you doing here?”

“Just hanging out with a couple of friends. We’ve been hanging out at the pool.” He said as he motioned towards a group of people in the distance.

“Interesting outfit you got there. You testing out the playground?” I could feel heat radiating off of my checks at my embarrassing predicament. I tried to speak but nothing less than incoherent babble came out.

Luckily Steve interjected

“We decided to bring Alexis’ little brother out to the park. Alexis was just making sure he was playing nice.” Steve immediately looked at me, affirming that he wasn’t spilling the beans.

As Steve and Taylor continued to talk, I couldn’t help but feel like I was 2′ tall.

Just like a child too small to participate in the grownups conversation, I quietly stood there. Every small movement I made, I could hear the audible crinkle of the diaper I was desperately trying to keep concealed.

As I peered back to the group of people that Taylor had pointed out, my heart started racing as I realized who they were.

Beth, Anna & Candace stared back at me. I wanted to cry at the fact that they stood there in sexy bikinis while, in stark contrast, I was in a stupid pinafore with a freshly changed diaper barely hiding beneath.

“We’re probably going to leave soon and grab some dinner at my house if you guys would like to join.” Taylor offered.

As I quickly looked at Steve to convey my disapproval, I noticed him peering into the distance at the beautiful girl’s that Taylor planned to bring along.

“Sure, we’d love to.”

Shots fired. Just the other day, Steve would’ve done anything to hang out with me. Since then, we’d spent practically every moment together, with me even making a move on him despite my disinterest. Yet, because I’ve been put back in diapers and had a couple of stupid little “accidents”, he’s more interested in a few girls that previously weren’t even in my stratosphere.

Okay, yes… I’d be lying if I said they were little accidents but still! So what? I’m Alexis and he’s Steve. How can he forget that?

In any other situation, hanging out with Taylor would’ve been a no-brainer; happily taking on the challenge of competing against other girls for Taylor’s attention. This time, however, I was at a major disadvantage.

Their bikinis vs. my pinafore & diapered bottom. How could I ever win that battle? Hey there, I’m Alexis, the sexy 18 year old girl that’s been put back in diapers. Wanna go on a date? Yeah right…

Not only would I be competing for Taylor’s attention, but even Steve’s. Not to mention the fact that my confidence was waning in lieu of the events that had transpired. Unlike me, they hadn’t been regressed 16 years into toddlerhood.

“Great, I guess we’ll see you guys there. Want to follow us over?”

“We’ll be a few minutes behind. Gotta get the little one first. You mind texting me your address?”

Want to know something embarrassing? I’d be so inundated with being treated like a child that I thought he was talking about me 🙃

“Sure. Alexis, you remember where I live right?”

Trying to put on my game face, I excitedly replied unknowingly sounding like a nervous child being allowed to speak.

“Yes!”

Steve and Taylor both continued to look at me. I guess they expected me to say more, which made sense considering it was me that usually talked everyone’s ear off.

As they continued to stare at me I realized how dumb I looked. Before I could continue they both looked at each other.

“Go ahead and send it to me just in case.” Steve said with a light laugh that was outmatched by Taylor’s loud chuckle.

“Sure, not a problem. See you guys soon!”

Damnit I looked like such an idiot. But not nearly as much as I would later.

As Steve walked off to gather David, I stood there as Taylor walked up to the group of girl’s and put his hand on the small of Anna’s back.

I was so jealous. Jealous might not even be the right word. Envious maybe? Anna was very pretty, green eyes, long brown hair, tall, witty and thin tan legs that belonged on the runway but normally she was just the shy girl with no personality. Honestly, she’d never even been on my radar as competition.

I watched as Taylor kept his hand on the small of her back all the way to his truck. I had always been competitive, but this time, it was game on.

I’ve always had the ability to flirt and get whatever I wanted. Usually I would taper it just enough to get what I wanted without over exerting myself, but tonight? I was going all out.

“Ready?”

I continued to stare at Taylor walking Anna to his truck. Without even looking at Steve, I started walking towards Steve’s car.

My goals for the night?

1. Make Taylor see that I’m way better than Anna

2. Make Steve jealous

… and I fully intended on achieving both. I was so focused that I didn’t snap out of my thoughts until we were on our way to his house.

Where was I sitting?

In the freaking car seat. What’s worse is I strapped myself in voluntarily. Like a determined toddler that’s a legend in their own mind.

Once we arrived, I quickly unsnapped myself and opened the door before Steve had a chance to embarrass me once again. I was determined to be an adult tonight.

Taylor opened the door as I approached.

“Thanks for having us over.” I said with a devious smile on my face.

As I walked up to him, I gently put my hand on his stomach just above his athletic shorts.

Getting on my top-toes, I got a little closer and gently kissed him on his cheek before whispering in his ear.

“I think we’re gonna have a lot of fun tonight.”

His athletic shorts did little to hide the erection that quickly ensued.

I smiled at him before swiftly welcoming myself inside leaving Taylor standing at the door with Steve not far behind.

Just like that, I was back. The fact that I was back in diapers didn’t matter. My confidence restored and determination at an all time high, my plan was already falling into place.

I’d been to Taylor’s house on many occasions. His parents were well-off to say the least. His dad owned his own company which afforded his mom the ability to stay at home, which meant she was a great cook.

“Alexis! It is so good to see you, honey!” Taylor’s mom said in her thick country accent.

She had always adored me. Seeing her reminded me that she was an ally towards achieving the goals I had set out to achieve for the night.

Being from the south, I knew manners around Taylor’s family were important. Something of which I knew Beth, Anna & Candace all lacked.

“Mrs. Gibson!” I said enthusiastically as I ran up to her and hugged her neck.

“Honey, we have missed you!”

“Awww you’re too sweet. I’ve missed you guys! The food smells amazing by the way.”

“Well you’re just in time, dinner is almost ready. I’m making your favorite chili by the way.” She said with a sweet smile.

Taylor, Steve and my little brother walked in while Taylor’s mom and I continued to catch up.

“Oh I can’t wait! Thank you so much for having us over!”

“Honey, you know you’re always welcome here. You make yourself right at home, alright?”

I peered over at Taylor with a smile as he was still reeling to hide the erection I had so easily precipitated.

“Aw well thank you. I just might take you up on that.” I said through a big smile knowing that Taylor would only go out with a girl that his mom approved.

DING!

“All ready!” Taylor’s mom said after the kitchen timer went off.

“Dear, do you mind fetching the girls?” She asked kindly.

“Game room I presume?” I said with a hint of condescension as I knew they likely hadn’t even come to greet her.

Before she could respond, a loud wave of teenage laughter came echoing down the hall from the game room.

We looked at each other and laughed as their immaturity had so timely answered my question.

“Be right back.” I said as I again looked over at Taylor with a grin.

“I’ll come with.” Taylor said as he began walking in my direction while Steve looked on stoically.

As we made our way down the hall, Taylor put his hand on the small of my back just as he had with Anna.

“So how are we gonna have fun tonight?” He said in a an unmistakably affectionate & curious tone.

“You’ll just have to wait and see.” I was always good at playing hard-to-get and it always worked perfectly.

I quickly walked ahead of him remaining unwavered by his charm.

As I walked ahead of him, I could hear the deafening crinkle of my diaper with every step.

“Focus, Alexis, focus!” I said to myself trying to block out the distraction.

As I approached the game room, I reminded myself that I couldn’t make my jealousy apparent, nor could I make it appear as though they were my enimies.

I wasn’t super close with Beth and Candance but Anna and I had grown up together before eventually growing apart after she transferred to a private school south of town.

As I walked in, Anna turned to me and smiled.

“Alexis!” She shouted as she ran up to me and gave me a hug.

“Hey girl! How’ve you been? It’s been forever since I’ve seen you!”

“I know, it’s been, what, like a whole year right?”

“Yeah, I think it was at Taylor’s party last year in fact.” I looked over at Taylor with a grin.

“You’re looking cute as ever unsurprisingly.” My pandering almost made me nauseated.

“Aw thank you, that dress is cute. I’ve never seen you wear something like that. Where’d you get it?”

Eeeeek. This could’ve ended badly, but luckily I was quick on my toes.

“Kids Gap, duh!” A roar of laughter ensued from everyone in the room.

“You know they don’t make clothes for short girls like me!” I said while heatrically shrugging my shoulders.

My self-declared short jokes were always a go-to if mine, which came in clutch that night.

“Anyways, dinner is ready if y’all are hungry.”

“Oh great! We’ll be there in a second.”

As I left the room, Taylor again followed me. The fact that he was now following me around like a whipped puppy assured me my plan was working perfectly.

Dinner was, as always amazing. We scarfed down the delicious food while talking about everything that was going on in our lives (minus the last two days of mine, of course).

I continued to flirt with Taylor throughout dinner, putting my hand on his inner thigh under the table which caught Steve’s attention. The fact that I knew he was becoming jealous just continued to fuel me.

Everything was going so well that I almost forgot that I was secretly diapered in front of a guy I liked.

Hard to think there was ever a moment I could forget thinking back about it.

After finishing up dinner, I helped Taylor’s mom with the dishes before heading to the game room.

As I walked in, Taylor and the girls were setting up a movie.

“Alexis what’s your favorite scary movie?!” Anna shouted from across the room as she was scrolling through Netflix.

“I think we should get going.” Steve announced to everyone.

“Ahhh, C’mon, Steve! It’s only 6pm!” Taylor quickly responded.

Steve’s jealousy was starting to backfire. I had not only got Taylor’s attention, but Anna’s as well, rendering him as excusable background noise whilest taking care of my little brother.

“I think the little guy is ready to head home.” Steve said as he motioned towards my little brother.

I needed more time. I couldn’t go back home yet! There, I had the two “P’s” waiting for me. Here, I had been granted a temporary aslyum from my mother’s cruel punishment.

I walked over to my little brother and carefully nelt down in front of him, being careful to not expose the diaper I had on beneath.

“Whatta ya say? Wanna watch a scary movie with your sister?”

My little brother’s emphatic ‘yah’ prompted laughter from everyone but Steve. I knew I had to convince him.

While everyone was distracted at my brother, I pulled Steve into the hallway.

“I have a proposition. We stay for the movie and I’ll look after David so you can hang out with Anna. Deal?”

“Oh so you can continue to flirt with Taylor, right?” He said a little defensively.

“That might happen.” I said with a grin, “But don’t forget, I tried to make a move on you but you tried to be all big and tough.”

“Was that before or after I changed your diaper?”

😱

Not gonna lie, that was a pretty solid comeback. My checks blushed, affirming Steve’s point which needed no response.

“Hey we found a movie. You guys in?” Taylor said as he stuck his head into the hallway.

I looked over at Steve who still wasn’t convinced.

“C’mon Steve!”

Taylor quietly closed the game room door behind him.

“You like Anna right? She mentioned at the park that you were cute.”

I was impressed. Taylor’s persuasion might have rivaled my own.

Steve looked at me with a bit of frustration before finally giving in.

“Fine, fine… you got me.”

Taylor and I made eye-contact as if to confirm our unspoken plan was working.

We returned to the game room and began to take our seats on the massive sectional couch that surrounded the projector screen.

“Have a seat right here.” Taylor said as he motioned towards the spot next to him.

Staying true to my promise, I grabbed my little brother and carried him along. Luckily my brother provided me some additonal cover, avoiding the chance of Taylor making a move on me during the movie only to find that my panties had been replaced by a pathetic diaper 😶. The thought alone terrified me.

My nerves continued as I started to sit down, realizing that the couch was so big that my feet didn’t hang off, again adding to the ever present feeling that I was nothing more than a little kid rather than an adult. Even worse, the crinkle of my diaper was unmistakable as my bottom met the seat.

I quickly scanned the room to ensure no one noticed. Luckily it appeared as though they didn’t, allowing me to regain my composure.

As the movie started, I leaned in close to Taylor.

“So did Anna actually say that about Steve?” I said quietly.

“I may have embellished a little.” He said with a chuckle.

I affectionately smiled back at him before placing my hand on his inner-thigh.

“I noticed you got a little excited earlier by the way.”

Taylor’s coy reaction was priceless.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He responded jokingly, conceding as a grin appeared on his face.

Half-way through the movie, Anna and Steve were now cuddling while Taylor now had his arm around me.

Everything was perfect. I had, with little effort, roped Taylor back in and had hopefully earned some brownie points with Steve that I hoped to capitalize on later.

Until it wasn’t.

After 30 minutes, I shifted in my seat to get comfortable and realized my diaper was now wet, having no clue how long it had been since I had went.

I was stunned. Without even knowing, for the second time today I had wet myself without even knowing, except this time while sitting next to Taylor.

I contemplated getting up to resolve the situation but realized I had no solution to my problem.

I had no real underwear with me and the only form of underwear that I remotely had available was in my (yes, I’ve taken ownership, MY) diaper bag in Steve’s truck.

I did notice that Steve had brought my little brother’s diaper bag in, but there was no way I was going to voluntarily change into one of his Pamper’s.

The thought of conspicuously asking Steve for his keys without subsequent questioning was futile at best.

So, to my demise, I decided to play it out, hoping that my diaper wouldn’t leak onto my dress, much less Taylor.

After repositioning to get comfortable, I laid my head on Taylor’s masculine shoulder. Shortly after, my baby brother fell asleep on my chest.

Being so comfortable made it hard not to fall asleep. My eyes began to grow heavy despite my best efforts to stay awake, especially knowing my history of nighttime accidents.

“What’s that awful smell?” Is what I woke up to Taylor saying.

Gathering my barrings, I looked around to find everyone staring at me. My heart immediately began to race.

That smell… you know, baby powder and dirty diaper, the same one I was all too familiar with at this point, was intensely filling the room.

My secret was out. It’s over. One short nap and everyone finds out that Alexis is nothing more than a freaking toddler.

“Did David have an accident, Alexis?” Anna said as she leaned up in her seat whilest holding her nose.

Oh praise Jesus, it wasn’t me after all! I looked down at the little stinker asleep on my chest and looked back at the group.

“I think you’re right. Steve, can you help?”

Steve looked at me with a quip of hesitation, frightening me that he might say something regrettable.

“Sure, bring him to the guest room and I’ll grab his bag.”

I was so proud of myself, which in of itself was pathetic, but after what I’d gone through, how could I not jump to conclusions?

I carefully pulled myself off the couch while being sure not to display my wet diaper to Taylor and began tracking my way towards the guest room.

As I walked into the guest room, Steve was grabbing David’s diaper bag.

While waiting for him to lay out his changing mat, I curiously felt David’s diaper.

Dry…

As my heart again began to race, I anxiously lifted him to examine his diaper, going as far to even sniff it, desperately praying that I was simply mistaken.

Nothing.

The blood rushed out of my head.

I began to fight back panic as Steve grabbed David out of my hands and laid him down on his changing mat.

Little did he know, he was about to change the wrong diaper.

As Steve looked away, I lifted up my dress and felt the back of my diaper to confirm the truth.

And the truth is what I found.

I was yet again in a soiled dirty diaper.

———————————————————————

The fact that Alexis’ baby brother was more capable of keeping his diaper’s clean than she was rapidly humbled her.

She stood there frozen as Steve’s expression quickly changed as he began to piece the evidence together.

After some time passed, Taylor’s attention shifted away from the conversation that he, Beth, Anna & Candace we’re having as he heard some commotion in the guest room.

———————————————————————

I couldn’t get the image out of my head. Alexis crawling through a playground with her skirt hiked up. The panties that she was wearing were interesting to say the least.

They looked so unorthodox that I almost thought they were diapers which made me laugh.

But the thought of Alexis wearing something so silly quickly dissuaded my irrational conclusion.

All of that didn’t matter as soon as she showed up to my house, though.

I couldn’t stop thinking about what she’d said.

“I think we’re gonna have a lot of fun tonight.”

Hiding an erection after such a subtle comment was embarrassing, but the way she’d deviously whispered it in my ear still gave me chills.

She and I had always dropped in and out of one another’s orbit. Always having a low grade crush on the other before someone or something else got in the way. Whether it was my girlfriend, her boyfriend, or our demanding sports schedule, our potential relationship had never gathered transaction.

Until tonight.

Her comments had quickly garnered my attention, reminding me that there was no other girl that I should be with.

She had always been undeniably gorgeous, but it was her quiet confidence that had always pulled me back in.

Sure, Beth, Anna & Candace we’re hot too. But they didn’t have what Alexis had.

They wouldn’t daringly put their hand on my inner thigh with others in the room.

Waiting in the game room for them to return, I was still trying to recover from the thought of those advances, trying my best to avoid another noticeable erection.

As we all set on the couch talking, the thought crossed my mind that maybe Alexis and I could grab some alone time.

My thoughts were interrupted as I heard some noise coming from our guest room.

“I’ll be right back, you guys go ahead and watch without us.” I said to the girls, hoping they wouldn’t be a cock-block.

As I approached our guest room, the awful smell from earlier mixed with the sweet scent of baby powder became more pronounced. Not exactly the pre-cursor I was hoping for.

As I got closer, I heard the crinkle of diapers, which of course wasn’t surprising. However, what I heard next was.

“Steve, please! Don’t change me in here! Just do it when we get home.”

I froze as I heard Alexis attempting to discreetly shout at Steve.

Did she say, “me”?

“Yeah, that’ll work out well. You gonna go tell everyone we’re going home because I have to change your dirty diaper?”

A long silence ensued.

“Didn’t think so. Arms up.”

“Steve, I’m begging you, just...”

Instantly she was silent.

“Pacifiers work wonders”

What on earth was I hearing? I couldn’t wait any longer as my curiousity finally peaked.

As I turned the corner, what I had heard was proven to be true.

There Alexis laid on her back in a onesie, pacified on the bed of our guest room in a dirty diaper while Steve prepared to change her.

“Ummm, hey Alexis…”

TO BE CONTINUED

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Alexis & The Babysitter

Chapter 4:

Still trying to fathom the “ground rules” that Alexis’ mother had laid out to me for her newly regressed 18 year old daughter that I was now babysitting, I couldn’t help but enjoy her newfound humbled posture.

Pictures of the events that transpired the night before continued to flash through my mind. Alexis, a girl revered as the hottest, most untouchable girl in our high school was in a pull-up diaper that she quickly affirmed she needed.

The humbling events that had taken place had not only brought her back down to everyone else’s level, but much lower. Her following of girls and guys alike had forever been jealous of the 5’2”, tan, brunette with a perky butt and breast were still ignorant to the facts that I now knew first hand.

I thought about all the other girls at our high school that were inferior to Alexis. At least they could act like young adults, well, not infants rather. They were out enjoying their Summer, partying, going to the beach in their skimpy bikini’s. Not surprisingly, they also had the undeniable right to wear normal underwear.

Sure, Alexis had to wear diapers for her night time “accidents”, but she too had also enjoyed these simple pleasures less than 24 hours ago, she had even modeled on several occasions!

I could tell that Alexis was battling the prospect of this. In contrast to her peers, Alexis set in front of me clad in a freshly changed diaper with a pacifier in her mouth to top it off.

I was unsure of how she would react once her parents left. Would she instantly go off, disapproving the fact that I was now her babysitter?

Certainly not, I confidently told myself. After all, I had witnessed her pooping herself. Even more, her dad’s talk with me afterwards verified her diaper-wearing was for good reason to keep her sheets dry at night.

While I wasn’t worried about her attitude, I was furiously thinking of what I should do now given what had taken place.

This was usually when I would put her baby brother down for a nap, so I figured it was only fitting that she did the same.

“How about a nap?” I offered after the long silence.

Alexis slowly looked up at me, her beautiful brown eyes meeting mine with her infantile attire remaining unmistakably out of place for an 18 year old girl.

Her pacifier precluding her from audibly speaking, she settled for a simple head nod.

Taking her hand, I began to lead her upstairs to her room; an act I had previously dreamed of doing for a much different purpose.

I opened her bedroom door and was shocked to find her bed to be an infantile styled crib big enough for her 5’2” frame. As I continued to scan her room out of my former and now new curiosity, I also found a changing table and a few of her nighttime pull-up diapers.

The items seemed out of place for an 18 year old girl’s bedroom, sorely noticeable among bras and thongs that lay on the floor, which served as vestiges from her now former adulthood.

Alexis stopped in her tracks, her pacifier falling out of her mouth as fast as her jaw dropped.

Despite it being circumstantially inappropriate, my mind wondered back to all the times I imagined walking up to her room with her, a dream that I was not alone in pondering. Now I knew how futile of a dream that once was as I picked up her pacifier.

I almost felt sorry for her. Her blank stare remained unwavered as I put the pacifier back in her mouth. The humiliation she was experiencing was unimaginable.

My sympathy led me to considering cutting her some slack. Perhaps even earning the possibility of a date after a return to normalcy.

“How about we get you out of those Pampers.” Alexis’ face instantly lit up as if I had given her the winning lottery ticket.

My thoughts redirected to the night before where she uncontrollably messed herself, forcing her mom to change her dirty diaper. Not to mention her mother’s stern rules regarding her two P’s, “protection & punishment”.

What if her mother found her with another stinky ‘accident’ in her in her pants? Her mother would be so pissed at me for caving.

My better judgement convinced me otherwise. Instead of undiapering her, I grabbed one of her pull-ups off her dresser and began to walk towards her crib. The hope that was formerly expressed on her face quickly diminished and replaced with a discontented frown.

For a moment, she appeared as though she wouldn’t comply, but in what appeared to be an attempted preservation of her remaining dignity, she quickly moved towards the crib, determined to let herself in rather than me. Every step she took releasing an audible crinkle from her diaper.

Once situated in her crib, the reality of me performing a duty only appropriate for a toddler again shocked me. I was about to undress Alexis, the hottest girl in our school, but rather than proceeding with what any normal male and female would do, I would be diapering her instead.

After unsnapping her onesie, I began to tear away the tabs of her diaper. I couldn’t help but admire her beautifully fit tan legs and overall petite body frame that she so frequently worked on at the gym.

As my eyes wondered, the sight of baby powder lightly covering the area between her legs brought me back to the reality that I was about to put Alexis back in a diaper.

As I finished applying the baby powder, I caught a glimpse of Alexis deep in thought, aimlessly starring at the ceiling as I began to pull her diaper up to her thighs, interrupting her thought as I promoted her to lift her bottom.

I was still amazed at how easily she fit into her pull-ups, much less her baby brother’s Pampers. Once her diaper was in place, I paused for a moment to appreciate how her diaper almost appeared too bulky given her petite frame.

I held back a laugh at the fact that she’d had no idea her dedicated efforts at the gym would lend her the ability to easily fit into a toddler’s attire.

As I snapped the crotch of her onesie, she looked up at me discouraged as she was again sealed back into her diapers that the last 12 hours had proved her dependency upon.

“Sleep tight. I’ll come check on you later” I said as I lifted her crib bars and began to walk out of the room.

“Wow” I said quietly to myself as I descended down the stairs. I just put Alexis in a diaper and left her in a crib to take a mid-morning nap, attempting to frame an unthinkable reality that I currently resided within.

After a couple of hours, I decided I should go wake her up. Before going to her room, I contemplated what we should do next. “I guess we could watch TV.” I chuckled, thinking back to my offer the night before to watch TV as civilized young adults.

I grinned when I found the cartoon channel, figuring it was befitting to her situation. I grabbed the stuffed toys her mother had left as well as some coloring books and put them on the floor for her.

I opened her door and found her slowly waking, her pacifier still in place. Despite the fact that she lay in a crib wearing a onesie with a diaper hiding beneath, she was still gorgeous. I began to wonder if I could get over her apparent diaper dependency.

“Want to watch some TV?”

Alexis squinted as she awoke from her slumber. Her eyes quickly windened as I reached into her crib and felt the front of her diaper to see if it was wet.

Honestly, I didn’t even think about the implications of touching an area that was previously forbidden. I guess at this point, I had accepted the reality that I was now her babysitter and checking her diaper was part of my job. Luckily (and somewhat surprisingly), she was dry.

I could tell she wasn’t amused as she quickly glared at me, adding a thinly veiled smile.

I led her to the TV where I had left the toys for her. Before sitting down, I noticed she was slowly gathering her barrings, seeming visibly unsettled and working up the courage to speak.

“You know this isn’t how I usually am, I promise!” Alexis began to plead.

“This is all just a big misunderstanding! And really only because my mother is mad at me for drinking.”

Her defensiveness wasn’t a surprise, per se. But geez, is she kidding? What suitable defense can you have at the age of 18 after involuntarily soiling your diaper in front of others?

I tried not to laugh, “I guess I just misunderstood seeing your mother change your dirty diaper last night too then?”

Alexis was silent.

“Sit down, I’m making lunch.”

Alexis defeatedly obeyed, sitting Indian-style on the floor. She appeared to momentarily concede to my slightly condescending, but factually correct statement. She regretfully picked up the coloring book and pencils and began coloring.

I left Alexis in the living room and went to the kitchen where I began to cook lunch. I remained amused over her petulant attempt at convincing me that her current situation was an anomaly.

However, I again began to think about how beautiful she was. Even while diapered, she still remained gorgeous. I always wanted a chance with her but her enourmous pride and beauty had forever prevented the opportunity.

Given the extreme difficulty of having both a bulky pride while wearing a bulky diaper, it seemed as though this no longer stood between us.

My mind wondered as I thought about the prospect of Alexis being my girlfriend, absolutely beautiful, but diapered nonetheless. “I guess we all make compromises, I mean it’s just underwear…” I thought as I continued to convince myself.

Afer I finished cooking our lunch, I suddenly heard an all too familiar muffled fart in the living room.

“BLLLLRPPP”

“Did she seriously just fart?” I thought as I questioned what I heard. Sure, the likely culprit had been put back in diapers due to similar circumstances in the last 24 hours. But before yesterday, any 18 year old girl farting in the proximity of others was not only socially unacceptable, but unattractive no matter how hot they were.

As I walked into the living room with our lunch, the smell instantly confirmed what I assumed.

Defeatedly on her hands and knees, Alexis’ diaper pointed up towards the ceiling as she again visibly struggled to stop herself from messing her diaper for a second time within 24 hours.

She quickly put her hand on the back of her diaper, serving as a last ditch effort to prevent the inevitable. If yesterday’s events hadn’t proved she belonged in diapers, she knew this certainly would.

I set our lunch down on the coffee table feeling as though I should do something. I started to walk towards her before hearing another involuntary muffled fart.

“BLLLLRPPPPPPPPPPP” 💩

Her diaper quietly crackled as it filled up with a mess she was so desperately trying to prevent; slowly beginning to sag just as it had the night before.

As she continued to soil her diaper, the familiar rancid smell of her dirty diaper blended with baby powder filled the room.

I could tell Alexis was doing her best to hold back tears, attempting to avoid adding to the babyish act she was performing.

However, when she saw me holding my nose whilst witnessing everything, she began to sob, utterly embarrassed at the fact that she had again messed her diaper for a second time in front of me.

Moments earlier, I had convinced myself of pursuing Alexis despite her newly realized dependency on diapers. Yet the sight of the beautiful 18 year old girl sitting on the floor sobbing like an infant in a freshly messed diaper easily persuaded me otherwise.

How could I ever date a girl that could accidentally mess herself in a moments notice? The thought of us going on a date had forever sounded enticing, until now, considering the fact that I could be left to change her diaper in the middle of dinner.

I shook the thought as a final fart escaped behind her already VERY dirty diaper, letting out an involuntary grunt as her diaper was being pushed to its limit.

Good Lord, seriously? I was shocked that she was still uncontrollably messing herself. My shock quickly turned to frustration considering I knew I would be responsible for changing her diaper afterwards.

At this point, I almost couldn’t believe she wasn’t doing it on purpose. I mean how does a hot 18 year old girl not only mess herself once in front of a guy, but twice?

Alexis’ face was once again beat red after I accidentally let out a disgusted “Ugh” in response to the smell that continued to intensify, permeating through the entire living room.

Out of frustration, I decided her diaper change would wait until after lunch.

With a stern tone of disappointment, I finally spoke up, “Let’s eat lunch”. Alexis peered at me as tears continued to roll down her checks with an unmistakable look of disappointment that she wouldn’t yet be freed from the messy prison that she wore.

As I picked her up by her armpits I was reminded of just how petite she truly was.

I carried her to her baby brother’s high chair in the kitchen and slowly set her down, quickly noticing her sobs turn to a disgusted cringe as her messy diaper met the seat.

“I’ll change your diaper after you’re finished with your lunch.”

Alexis’ attention shifted away from her soiled diaper squishing beneath her as she realized she would now be stuck dealing with it while eating.

“No! Steve! Get this thing off of me now!”

I ignored her desperate pleas and set her lunch in front of her before grabbing mine and sitting at the dinner table.

My lack of response again provoked Alexis.

“Steve!”

“Yes?”

“Please change me. This is gross!”

“Yes, it is, and it’ll be equally gross when I have to change you, so maybe you should’ve thought about that before you decided to mess your diaper.”

Her fussy attitude began to frustrate me. She thinks it’s gross? Of course it is! Dirty diapers are gross enough for toddlers, much less an 18 year old! I had heard enough and decided to retrieve her pacifier that had fallen out while she was blowing out her diaper.

As I got up and began to walk in the living room, she again attempted to defend herself.

“No! Ugh, Steve! It was an accident!” Alexis strongly declared as I was returning from the living room.

“My mom gave me coffee this morning and it upset my stoma…” Her pacifier silencing her less than convincing argument.

“Quiet. Enough with the excuses. I would hope it was an accident because I have no idea why you’d want to mess yourself on purpose. Either way, I’m not treating you any different than I would your little brother.”

Alexis’ expression quickly changed as she began to realize that messing her diaper was literally inexcusable in light of her petulant argument.

After a moment of coming to terms with her predicament, she resigned to a frown behind her pacifier.

I returned to the dinner table and continued to eat my lunch despite Alexis’ stinky diaper eliminating any appetite I had left.

After eating as much as I could, I noticed Alexis was in deep thought, anxiously waiting to be relieved of the messy diaper that she continued to sit in.

After putting my dishes in the sink, I walked over to what was formerly Alexis’ little brother’s high chair.

“I’ll take this pacifier out as long as you will eat your lunch. No complaining or excuses or you’ll be punished, understood?”

Alexis refused to make eye contact but compromised with another half-hearted head nod. After removing her pacifier, she defiantly looked up at me.

“Eat up.”

“Steve, get me out of this diaper right now!” She squealed, continuing to accurately play her role as an adult toddler.

“Well punishment it is.” I said flippantly, completely unsure of what that would entail.

I began contemplating what punishment would most effectively get my point across. I had spanked her brother plenty of times, but given that she was on the verge of a blowout, I doubted that would be practical.

Then it hit me, she would do anything to avoid her public persona being damaged. She frequently posted pictures on her Instagram of her in beautiful outfits or out with friends to fuel her public reputation.

“We’re going to take a trip to the park. I’m sure you’ll be able to find plenty of others there that can’t keep their diapers clean either.”

“You wouldn’t.” Alexis said sternly, almost as if it were a dare.

I unsnapped the table tray on the high chair and picked her up, regrettably placing her diapered bottom under my arm, feeling it’s contents slowly spread.

“Let’s get you changed into some appropriate clothing for our trip.”

Alexis continued fuss as I carried her back up to her room where I located the clothes her mother had bought earlier that day.

After setting her down on the floor, I looked through the bag and found a babyish pinafore.

“This will do.”

“Steve no please! I can’t go outside in that while wearing a…” She paused, realizing what she was about to say.

“Go on. Wearing a what…?”

“Steve I’ll do anything. I know you like me, let’s go on a date or something.”

“Well that’s presumptuous isn’t it? I may have liked you at some point, but I’m not interested in dating an adult toddler.”

My comment cut through Alexis’ pride like a hot knife in butter, but it didn’t deter her from trying to dissuade me.

I began to take her onesie off to replace it with the pinafore that would do little to hide her stinky diaper.

While putting the pinafore on her, she again continued to protest. Only this time, her comment caught me off guard.

“Hang on… what if we stayed her and you changed me and I did something for you.” She said with a devious grin.

I won’t lie, it was tempting no matter if she was confined to a dirty diaper or not.

I paused to think about it, which Alexis noticed and quickly tried to take advantage of my indecision.

“Come on Steve.” She said arousingly as she leaned forward and began to reach for my pants.

“Just relax, we don’t need to go anywhere.” She stated, again with her sexy smile as she began to unzip my jeans.

I grabbed her petite hand while motioning for her to stop, “Time to go.”

“Seriously, Steve? Please just let me…” I placed my finger on her lips silencing her once again before replacing with another pacifier.

“Suck on this instead”

Her expression was priceless. Alexis likely never thought she would see a day where a guy turned her down for anything, much less a blow job.

After I finished dressing her, I carried her and her brother to my truck, strapping both of them into car seats.

Alexis appeared uncomfortable after I had snapped the belt between her thighs which was certain to squish the contents of her very full diaper.

As Steve started driving to the park, he could see Alexis in his rear view mirror defeatedly looking out of the window.

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“I can’t believe he said no to me giving him a blow job.” I thought to myself. The thought was so surprising that it temporarily took my mind off the fact that I was in a car seat headed to a public park in a very stinky diaper.

“Why did he say no?” He’s always liked me hasn’t he? Does he seriously not like me now because of…” I paused as looked down to examine the state of my diaper, only to find that it had turned a disgusting shade of brown, making me realize I was in the midst of uncontrollably wetting myself.

“What?!” I loudly said under my breath.

“What is it?” Steve asked before peering in his rear view mirror to find me starring in disbelief at the diaper I was wetting.

Judging by the look on his face, he figured it out.

“You’re a mess… literally.”

To say it was embarrassing doesn’t do it justice. Yes, I had nighttime accidents, and yes, I had had a couple of small accidents while drinking, but at least I knew I had to go. Not only had I not noticed that I needed to go, I didn’t even realize I had wet myself until it was too late.

So here I am, in the back seat of Steve’s truck, formerly nothing more than a boy who had a crush on me, now a boy who turned me down, all the while sitting next to my toddler little brother strapped into a car seat sitting in an already messy diaper that I just wet without knowing.

My heart began to race as we turned into the parking lot. Being in a dirty diaper was, in-of-itself, unbelievably embarrassing. The thought of being in a dirty diaper in public was terrifying.

“You’re lucky I’m nice.”

Steve’s comment seemed all but real. How was he ‘nice’? He was about to take me in public while I’m like…this!

“I brought your diaper bag. I’m going to change you before we go into the park.” Steve said while looking at me in his rear view mirror.

I was conflicted. I would be out of my filth which I desperately desired, but put back in another diaper… and then going into public.

Then reality hit me. “He’s going to change my…” I could hardly even say it in my own mind, “… dirty diaper in public!?”

“Steve, can we please do this somewhere private? Pleaseeee?” I begged as if my life depended on it.

Rather than give me an answer, he got out of the car and walked over to my door.

“Steve, what are you doing? Please don’t do…” for the third time today, he again pacified me, silencing me like an annoying toddler.

He lifted me out of the car seat, exposing my brown stained diaper to any onlookers in the process while carrying me to the back of his truck.

After unlatching his tailgate and laying me down on the changing mat, he lifted up my pinafore to examine my thoroughly messed diaper.

“Really pushed this one to the limit.” His embarrassing comment paled in comparison to the fact that I was about to of receive a diaper change in public at the age of 18.

As he I felt him tear the sides of my pull-up, I gagged as the smell of my infantile accidents imenated through the air. The sun beating down on me, I sheepishly peered down seeing past my flat stomach to see my poop covered private’s.

“Relax.” Steve commanded as he grabbed the first of many baby wipes.

“How the hell am I supposed to relax!? You have me exposed for all humanity to see me receiving a diaper change!” I screamed in my head.

He began to work away at my bottom with the baby wipes for what seemed like entirnity.

The park was busy that day. As I lay on my back receiving a diaper change that I desperately needed, I anxiously looked up to see if anyone was watching.

I saw a group of girls in binkins that looked to be a little younger than me, hanging out with some cute boys which made me burn with anger as I began to compare myself to them.

There they were happily enjoying their freedoms and here I was, getting my diaper changed by a boy that just rejected me giving him a blowjob. Oh wait, it gets better? Yes, and I’m now getting a fresh diaper put on me.

How would any boy ever be interested in a girl that’s been put back in diapers? Hmm, who should I go out with, a girl in sexy lingerie or the pacified girl laying on her back getting her dirty diaper changed? Tough decision.

Even if a boy was interested, he’d be fortunate enough to learn I have a babysitter or witness my parents or Steve checking my diaper to make sure it’s still clean. Uhh you’re in diapers? Yeah, no thanks.

Steve closed the tailgate of his truck and led my brother and I into to the park. As I walked, I tried my best to keep my short dress down so no one could see my diaper. I couldn’t help but anxiously look around to make sure no one was there that I knew.

“You guys go play, I’ll sit over here.” Steve said to my brother and I as he motioned towards the playground.

“You can’t be serious.” I said sternly.

“Didn’t think I was serious when I said we were going to the park either.”

“Damnit” I thought to myself as I defiantly turned away from him and decided to find something to climb.

It wasn’t long after I climbed through some of the stuff at the playground that I heard a few chuckles only to realize my pinafore had ridden up, now exposing my diaper to any onlookers behind me.

“Shit!” I said under my breath as I quickly tried to maneuver myself to cover my bottom.

“Mommy, why is she wearing a diaper?” I heard a kid ask his mom in the distance.

This day can’t get any more embarrassing. I’ve had multiple accidents, been turned down by an inferior boy 2 years younger than me, had my diaper changed in public, and now am getting mocked by petulant children who just saw my diaper while playing at a playground.

What happened next proved me wrong, however. With my diaper still on display, I turned around to find Steve talking to someone, motioning towards me in the distance.

That someone happened to be Taylor, the only boy at our high school that I’ve ever thought might be good enough for me.

TO BE CONTINUED

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