Taken to a Mysterious Facility™ where you're told you'll be part of a group trial for a new fast-acting forced regression experimental treatment.
You can try to fight it, but there's not much you can in a straitjacket and leg restraints. Within a day the spirals on the headsets and the force-fed laced milk get to you, and you're already using your diapers on the slightest urge.
By day two, embarrassment is the only thing keeping you from admitting how horny you are for your diapers. The more used your diaper is, the more you're squirming, desperately trying to get some stimulation from the warm, squishy padding. As embarrassing as it is, you can't help it; it feels too good.
By the end of the week, you're on particularly thick diapers, which don't last long dry nor clean, and you're loosing yourself to the pleasure of grinding against them. The climaxes come quick and strong, and you can spend the whole day like that, trying to ignore the humiliation of being seen like that.
You wake up soaked every day, and can already squeeze out an orgasm or two before they come to change you. It doesn't get any less embarrassing to be found out humping your diaper, but the sexual desperation overrides any instincts to stop or try to hide.
Then, on the next day, you wake up back at home. Back in your normal clothes, back in your regular underwear, wondering if you just had a really weird dream.
A package addressed to you sits nearby, with a printed letter on top: "Thank you for participating in our trial as part of the control group!"
It continues, but it's all been covered with black marker, followed by the handwritten addition of "most get some expensive new toy as bribe, but we think you'll enjoy these more. They're our thickest~ ;)"
Inside the package, a large case of diapers makes your heart beat faster. A card rest on the case, with the link to a website and a code underneath. Curious and half paying attention, with the diapers taking most of your mind, you go to the page and input the code when prompted. A banner pops up, congratulating you for your new lifetime supply of Superthick diapers, with a timetable of the scheduled deliveries to your exact address for the next several months.
You should be worried. About the amount of information they may have of you. About what they're doing at that facility. About what they surely did to you, control group be damned.
But you're too busy putting on one of the diapers to think of that.
You've already decided that you're replacing all your underwear with these diapers. They're thick and crinkle loudly, and just thinking of somebody finding out that you wear them is making you red as a beet. It'd be humiliating… But they just feel too good.
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