Diaper Stories

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[nervousbladderfulldiaper]

I know you get jealous when I wear this kind of stuff in public, but how else are we going to find a new daddy for you?

Ever since you watched mommy get approached by those other men at the beach that wanted me to be with them instead of you, and you went up to them like a big boy to fight them only for them to make fun of you and cause you to end up making potty in your pants, you completely gave up on your toilet training, right?? The amount of pampers I've had to start changing from you every morning from when you wake up and every time you mess yourself through thr day has really become too much to bear; and I could use an extra pair of hands around the house.

Look, you know that I've always been faithful to you and that it hurts me to have to do this, but everyone has their limit babe. I can't keep changing your messy pampers forever while our money just slowly goes down the drain. Not to mention the moment that I saw you piss your pants at that small confrontation made me lose all sexual attraction to you in an instant. You're now more like my little bedwetting brother, y'know?

But I can't just leave you, after all the years we have been together and all that we've been through, so we will just... Adjust what role you will play in my life.

You'll still be in the same apartment, and still able to sleep in my bed from time to time, and maybe I'll even change your diaper sometimes, but that all depends if the new man of the house permits it...

You weren't man enough to be my husband, so you can settle for being my baby instead.

[nervousbladderfulldiaper]

"Awwww baby, did you go pee-pee in your pants again?"

"It's okay, I actually find it cute that when you see a little too much skin it makes you panic and your little dick needs to remind you that you're not quite ready for adult fun."

"Though the constant laundry is becoming a bit of a chore... So what do you think about wearing a little bit of protection around me, to keep your undies nice and safe? A nice, thick diaper would be perfect to stop all those puddles in your pants that have been happening lately, and you can pretend to be a big boy around me. Doesn't that sound like a great idea?"

Lay down on the bed and I'll tape you right up, grt ready for the rest of your life as my little pampered boyfriend ❤️

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Hotwife Humiliation

"Don't even think about it kiddo."

"Maybe back when you were able to look at me in a bikini without soaking your pants like a little kid watching a scary movie, we could have had a little adult fun, but nowadays the only thing YOU'LL be having fun with are those cute little pampers around your waist. I bet you're already feeling to urge to squirt, aren't you?"

"It's much preferable like this anyways, you get to keep your pants all nice and dry from any little premature messes and I get to go and have fun with men who don't need a diaper check every ten minutes. I know you'd prefer to have me all to yourself but let's be real; we both know that little thing isn't graduating from pampers anytime soon, right?"

"But don't worry, I'll make sure I bring my dates to the nursury so you can watch us and get your little rocks off. I know how much you love watching other men breed your wife. But while they get to spurt inside your wife, you'll be squirting your little load inside your pampers, exactly where it belongs.'

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Katy the Babysitter- Part 2

You awoke to a soft noise coming from one of the adjacent rooms, turning over onto your front and opening you eyes. Sunlight streamed through the window, and you felt refreshed, you had slept like a baby. Maybe too much like a baby... your eyes shot open as you felt a heavy pressure around your midsection. Your hand pulled back the bedsheets, and the smell of pee hit your nose the instant you did so.

Your diaper cover didn't so such a great job, rivulets streaked down your thighs and collected in-between your legs, making a small, but noticeable puddle that spread a short distance from your body, darkening the grey sheet to an ever darker pitch.

It was at the moment the door swung open to reveal Katy, fresh from the pool in one of her signature bikinis. You quickly pulled the sheets back over you to protect your dignity, but it was too late, it was impossible to hide your accident when you had leaked so much. She raised an eyebrow at your sudden action. "Someone looks like they slept well?" She smirked, coming over to sit on the edge of your bed.

"Uh... yeah, I guess..." You started, a blush starting to form quickly on your cheeks. She giggled in response to your weak reply, as if she hadnt expected a response from you at all. "Well, time to get up, let's change that wet nappy of yours."

You spluttered at her words, in denial of your soaked protection currently nestled between your legs. "Who's to say I used the pullups??" You protested weakly, but she shot you a look as if to say "Really??"

You begrudgingly lifted the sheets and stood with a crinkle, your pullup sagging heavily around your waist as you did so. Katy noticed the wet patch on the bed, and said with wide eyes, "Woah! You really went for it huh, the bed's soaked!!"

She reached out her hand to your diaper, and felt it from the bottom to the top. "Oh," she giggled, "You just filled it up so completely that a little must have leaked out! I had a feeling that you were a bedwetter!"

You tried to come up with some kind of argument against her words, but the proof was written all over your face, and the bed as well. She led you over to the large changing table and pushed you onto it, lifting your legs and forcing you into a lying position. You began to protest this, trying to push against her hands, "You don't need to change me! Just let me go and use the shower, and I'll..."

But your whining fell on deaf ears, Katy was in her babysitting mode now. It was clear that this wasn't the first time she had had her way with an uncooperative boy that didn't want their diaper changed, and the strength in her arms acutely reflected that fact. First the diaper cover came down, and then you jolted as she suddenly tore the sides of your pullups off of your body, causing you to quickly throw your hands down to cover yourself, astounded at her cool demeanour towards all of this. It was like changing your wet pullups was just another simple routine, like going for a walk or drinking a cup of coffee. Lying prostrate on the table with your legs forced wide underneath Katy, you were suddenly overwhelmed with a wave of horniess.

To make matters worse you started to feel a cool sensation underneath your covering hands, and you looked down to see Katy using a wet wipe on your private area, slowly going around your waist, then your thighs, and then finally...

You felt immense pleasure as Katy slowly, methodically cleaned you, and your hands started to drop from covering yourself. "Katy smiled at you, "That's better, isn't it? It's a little hard to find when your hands are covering it! But even without your hands there, it's still a little bit of a challenge, hey?" She giggled, teasing you about your size. You went red in response, a retort dying in your throat.

Katy then pulled something from underneath the changing table, before your legs were swiftly lifted and placed back down onto something thick. Your lower half was then covered in powder, and before you knew it your downstairs area was enveloped completely with a thick material. Between with the sound of tape unsticking and Katy's humming you stole a glance between your legs to be met with the sight of your new prison.

A large sized pair of pampers now was nestled between your thighs, comfortably sized and taped in securely to make sure there were no leaks. Your head was spinning and you felt quite dizzy, this was all happening so fast.

Katy lightly tapped the front of your pampers, admiring her quick handiwork. "I know that you're a little old for tapes, but after your performance last night I think that you need something a little bit more protective than pullups!"

You were aghast, sitting up and swinging your legs off of the changing table to see yourself reflected in the mirror across the room. It was real, your new tape-up-nappy sat smugly between your legs, making you look even smaller than you felt.

"Look, I know what you're going to say right? "I'm a adult, I don't need to be wearing this, What's going on?" Etc, etc. But you have to face the facts. With only just a little alcohol you soaked your pants, you had another accident right after, and then you wake up this morning with a wet bet. Three big accidents all in the same night is no accident, is it?"

She stared at you with her arms crossed, until the monotony was broken when Katy's phone started to ring, and she walked into the other room to answer it.

You couldn't find your words as she stated the facts out loud, you had always had a weaker bladder than most but not usually to the extent of last night's string of mishaps. Sure you had trouble staying dry a couple of nights a month, but that didn't make you a bedwetter...

You had to admit though that the feeling of the nappy on your waist was comforting, you had never even considered that it might be a good idea to stay padded at night until your bedwetting slowed down a little bit...

You shook your head violently, what were these thoughts?? You needed to get out of here now before things would get even weirder. You followed Katy out of the room to hear her talking in the hallway to somebody on the phone.

"...Yeah he's safe, he just stayed the night here because he was in no condition to drive... Yes, he did, how did you...? Oh I see, so this has been happening for a while now. Don't stress about the bed, I had him in pullups so there's not much to clean... Nah no problems at all, he let me change him without a fuss. He's even wearing pampers right now."

Your blood went cold as you realised the subject of her conversation, your night of regression had been made known to somebody other than Katy. She clicked the phone off and turned around, starting when she noticed you standing just behind, in the doorway.

"Who were you talking to??" You demanded, embarassment flushing across your face.

Katy shrugged and turned away. "Your mom called to check if you were still here, so I just answered and let her know you were fine."

"What the hell?? Why did you tell her about what happened last night?" You exclaimed, putting your hands to your head in disbelief.

Katy just laughed as she responded, "You know, she's the one that brought up your little bedwetting habit, who do you think washes your sheets every few days when you wake up wet?? "Mr. It was just a one-off accident..." Well, good news, she's ecstatic that you've started to wear a diaper, 'cause she always wanted you in padding ever since your accidents started but just didn't know how to bring it up with you!!Looks like pampers are about to become a staple in your wardrobe..."

You felt the colour drain from your face as you realised the implications of what she was saying. Not only were you just taped into a diaper by Katy, but your family also wholeheartedly supported it. What if you had to start wearing them all the time again??? Your social life would be ruined!

"She's on her way now, so go put something over those pampers and get ready to go home please." Katy instructed, an edge to her voice. Her demeanor had obviously changed since last night, and even now you felt that she was the one in control, and you were powerless to resist against her. You miserably pulled up your shorts and fetched your clothes, and the moment your phone slid into your pocket, the doorbell rang.

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One week later~

A sharp tap on your bedroom door could be clearly heard even with your headset on at your computer. You pulled your headset off to respond to the interruption. "Yeah mom, what's up?"

The door opened and your mother walked in carrying a large package of pampers, both of her arms underneath the comically large box. You rolled your eyes and turned back to your game, as she placed the box into the corner of your room, right next to one similar.

"Just restocking the supplies baby, you've been going through so many lately..." she said, almost lost in thought before taking a closer look at you in your chair.

"Hey, what did we say about wearing pants?? How am I supposed to tell if you need a change if you keep it hidden?"

You snorted, exasperated with her. Ever since that night with Katy things had just kept on getting worse for you. First it was insisted upon that you had to wear a diaper to bed, and then after a few more accidents it was during the day at all times, and now you weren't even allowed to wear pants??

You tugged your shorts down with your right hand, exposing a well taped pair of pampers hugging your waist. You had tried to learn how to change yourself, but you could never get the tapes right, and no matter how hard you tried you had to always go and ask mom for help with it.

She tsked as she noticed the faded stars on the front of your nappy. "Looks like you could use another change, but I'm running late for my appointment. I'll just leave it with the babysitter okay? She will be here soon and will take care of it. Tell her your new diapers arrived today, okay baby?"

You nodded, once again annoyed by her. You didn't even notice when you were wet nowadays, and a soaked diaper was as normal to you as waking up in the morning. Your mother left the room, and you shifted in your seat, another warm trickle leaking into the pampers softly pressed against your body.

It wasn't long before the doorbell rang and you begrudgingly waddled to the front door to answer it. You opened the door, your soaked pampers on full display, to see Katy waving at you.

"Looks like someone needs a change again huh?"

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[nervousbladderfulldiaper]

Katy the Babysitter

You were desperately waiting outside the bathroom, needing to use the toilet. The night had gotten late, and the party outside had gotten lively. One by one, people had started to leave, and you'd completely lost track of time as you drank and laughed along with your friends, until the all-too-familiar pressure in your bladdar gently warned you to take your leave.

Excusing yourself, you briskly made your way to the nearest bathroom, where you were met by a firmly locked handle. As you tried to turn it, it clicked loudly, juddering to a halt. From the bathroom, you heard a faint, musical voice. "One minute!!"

Oh god, it was Katy, the host. She was housesitting for a family she usually babysat for and had decided to throw this little get-together at the last minute. So this was where she had ended up. Not five minutes ago, she had stood, drunkenly exclaiming she was going to make use of the pool, and that she hadn't brought her bikini here for nothing. No man had dared to argue with her logic. She was popular, and many eyes slid to follow her as she stumbled her way into the house to change.

You mind returning to your predicament, you let out a small whimper as your hand shot down in between your legs, trying to hold yourself until Katy finished changing and made her way back outside. You briefly considered looking for an alternative bathroom, but what if that too was in use? Then who knows how long it would take to make it to a toilet, and you didn't have the strongest bladder at the best of times.

Finally, the door in front of you opened, and Katy sauntered out, freshly changed into her new bikini, locking eyes and smiling sweetly at you. Her figure was to die for, and at the sight of the swimwear hugging her shapely body, your mind lost focus on controlling your bladder for a second too long.

You gasped as a small jet squirted out of you, dampening the fabric of your shorts, a pulse of warmth spreading quickly across your crotch. Katy noticed immediately, of course, and her hand went to her mouth in shock as you pushed your way past her into the open bathroom, slamming the cubicle door shut behind you.

You ripped down down your soaked shorts to sit on the toilet, finally finding relief. You could hear Katy laughing from outside the door. "Did I see you just wet your pants?"

"Yeah, no thanks to you!" You said bitterly, "you had me waiting outside the bathroom while you frolicked around in here, taking all the time in the world to change... For fucks sake."

You could hear her drunken giggling coming from behind the door. "Get real, I was only in here for a minute, you really couldn't hold it for that long?"

Your face flushed red as you processed her words. "No, I have a weak... Just.. Next time find an empty room or something to change in, okay?"

"Okay, okay... I'm sorry, alright? Do you need a change of pants?" Her apologetic tone of voice betrayed a shift towards a return to sobriety. Her slightly mother-like tone of voice rubbed you the wrong way, but at the same time, strangely excited you. At the very least she wanted to help you.

You assessed the damage bunched around your ankles. Your dark shorts had avoided the brunt of your accident, but your underwear was soaked through. Putting them back on would cause your shorts to get even more damp. "Uh, I just need a change of underwear. There was only a tiny leak, but I don't want to put a pair of wet underwear back on." You lied, downplaying the amount of urine that had thoroughly soaked through your underwear.

Katy paused thoughtfully outside the door. "Okay! One of the guys I babysit is around your size, I'll grab something for you."

You huffed as you waited in the bathroom while she fetched you some clean underwear. After what felt like an hour but was more like five minutes, Katie made her return, calling out to you. "Hey, you still in there?"

"It's not like I can just leave like this, did you find something??"

She was quick to respond triumphantly, "Of course I did, I'll leave the underwear for you here on the sink."

You heard a rustle as she left your change on the bathroom sink and gently closed the door behind her as to give you some modicum of privacy. You gingerly swung open the stall door, cautious to make sure she wasn't still there.

Your eyes caught sight of what she had left you, a pair of light blue underwear sitting neatly on the left side of the faucet. You washed your hands quickly, wanting to get changed so you wouldn't continue hogging the bathroom, but as you picked up the the underwear Katy had put out for you, you realised there was more to it than you had originally thought. The material was thick and rough, and the sides were a frilly, stretchy material. She had left you a pair of small, teenager's pullups.

"What the... Did you go and get me.. A diaper??" You angrily shot at her, knowing she was still behind the bathroom door, as her vague silhouette could still be seen through the glazed glass.

"It's not a diaper... it's just a pullup. There's no tapes or anything, and they apparantly feel just the same as regular underwear." She stated matter-of-factly.

"Stop messing around and get me a pair of proper underwear, I dont need this!" You indignantly spluttered to her, heat rising in your cheeks.

Katy's muffled response came through the door. "There IS no regular underwear, the guy I babysit that lives in this house still needs to wear pullups during the day, so he wasn't bought any underwear! Why do you think he still needs a babysitter at his age?? Just hurry up and put it on, no-one will notice, and hey, you won't have to worry about having any more little leaks in your pants like before..."

You were lost for words, but tired of arguing. At least she had done you the courtesy of trying to help. You thought what the hell and quickly pulled them on, the soft material gliding up your legs and snapping down around your manhood; enveloping all of you a little too easily. It was almost like the pullups were made for you.

Next you hastily slid your shorts up and over, washed your soiled underwear in the sink and threw them into your pocket.

You caught a glimpse in the mirror of your new underwear poking out of your shorts, so you made a note to pull your shorts up even higher. you meekly made your way out of the bathroom, seeing Katy waiting impatiently for you outside, arms crossed in front of her chest. "Well? Did you put it on?" She asked with a slight slur.

"Yes!! Now shut up about it." You hissed at her through your teeth, nervously glancing around you both to make sure nobody was within earshot. It was bad enough that she was aware of your diaper, but to have even more people find out wouldn't bear even thinking about.

You both rejoined the party outside, although the numbers had dwindled considerably in the time you had spent in the bathroom.

Katy broke from you, and made a splash as she jumped into the pool, and cheers rose here and there at the spectacle. You slowly sank into an empty chair, the padding of your pullups spreading softly underneath your legs. It was like sitting on a soft, down pillow. You hated to admit it, but it was actually quite comfortable. You reached over to pull another beer from the cooler, and trying to push your compromised position from your mind, rejoined the conversation.

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Another hour passed, and everybody but you, Katy and three others had taken their leave. The music was turned way down, a gentle, bass-heavy pulse continued steadily underneath your conversation. Empty bottles and lids were scattered thoughtlessly across the lawn, the verandah light glinting off the discarded glass.

Katy sat across from you, a towel loosely wrapped around her small shoulders. You met eyes with her, and a small smile spread across her lips as she glanced down to your lap. You unconsciously moved her hands down to cover your shorts, blushing quickly at her knowing gaze. You stood, excusing yourself to go to the bathroom one more time before going home yourself. You felt Katy's eyes follow you as you walked towards the house, and heard her exclaim, "Alright, that's about time. I've gotta get up early for school tomorrow. Get outta here, guys."

The other men stood with a sigh, it was obvious that they had stuck around until the party's close with the hope of staying the night with the dark-haired bombshell. You supposed that nobodies night was going according to plan. You had made it in front of the bathroom door once again when you felt a light tap on your shoulder. You spun around, startled, to see Katy's smiling face looking up at you.

"Katy..." you started, doing your best to hold eye contact with her, distracting as her apparel was. "Aren't you forgetting something?" She teased, stepping closer to you. Your breath caught in your throat as the soft scent of chlorine from her body met your nose. "I was just going to use the bathroom, then head on home... Thanks a bunch for the invite..."

She shook her head at your words and stepped closer still. "I don't think you need to use the bathroom any more..." she giggled, pointing to your shorts. You looked down to the front of your light pants, not seeing anything. She brought her hand to the front of your shorts and gently pushed, and you gasped as you felt something warm and wet squish against your front. You had pissed your diaper without even realising it. Maybe it was the beer, or maybe it was the false sense of comfort wearing the pullups had given you, but it was unmistakable. At the very least, the front of your pullups were completely soaked, and you had a feeling the bottom would be the same too.

"I... Uh... How... Did you know??" Your mind completely blank, having no idea what else to say.

Katy put her hands on her hips again, and scoffed. "I told you before that I work here as a baby-sitter! And I happen to have a very good idea of when a diaper... I mean pullups... are full. It didn't take a genius to see how much your shorts slowly expanded over the last hour, I'm actually surprised nobody else noticed. Why didn't you just go and use the bathroom?"

Your words died in your throat, there was no way you were going to tell her that you weren't aware you had been wetting your pants for the better part of an hour.

She sighed, pushing you towards the bathroom. "Take a shower and clean yourself up, I'll get you some pyjamas."

"That's okay Katy, I'll just get my stuff together and head home." You said meekly, the embarrassment of your wet pair of pullups making you want to disappear as fast as you could.

"I'm not letting you go home in your condition. You're fine to stay the night. I'll get you some clothes and I'll use the upstairs shower." She shrugged, acting nonchalantly towards this whole situation. You guess she was used to this kind of stuff after all.

You gave in and went inside the large bathroom, stripping off and sliding your soaking pullups down your legs, leaving a slick trail all the way down the both of them. You washed yourself thoroughly in the shower, able to find a few moments of lucidity to think through your situation. Having a wear a pullup for an hour or two and getting to stay over at Katy's place for the night in exchange? People would kill for such a deal, and so you decided to make the most of your situation.

As you stepped out from the shower, steam rising off your skin, you saw a neat pile of clothes arranged, once again, for you on the sink. Another pair of pullups topped off the small pile, and you sighed as you quickly slid them up onto you once again, keeping Katy happy. Next was the shirt, a blue, childish print on it that matched the padding between your legs. And another pair of underwear, the material felt smooth and slightly stretchy to the touch, like spandex, and it snapped tightly onto you, pulling your diaper closer to your skin. As you looked down at the print of animals covering the front of your new, tight underwear, a frown forming on your face, the door behind you slid open to reveal Katy in a pair of soft, pink, pyjamas. She cooed as she saw you standing in your childish clothing, exclaiming, "So cute!!"

You looked back to the pile of clothes of the counter, but saw there was nothing left to put on. "Can I have a pair of pants to wear to bed..?" You queried her, as she made her way towards you.

"Don't be silly, you're wearing them." She responded, adjusting the waistband of your pullups so they hugged your body more comfortably. "All you need to wear is that diaper cover, and you're good to go."

A diaper cover? What was she playing at, that was why the underwear you pulled over the top of your pullups was so strange, it was designed to be worn with a diaper to hold it in place for somebody that wet the bed. And you had, for some reason or other, been chosen by Katy to be that bedwetting person.

"No way Katy, I'm not wearing this stuff to bed, are you serious? You made me wear that pullup earlier, and..."

"And you wet yourself." Katy interrupted your train of thought with her sharp reaction. "You wet your pants earlier, and you used the pullup that I gave you to wear, I didn't ask you wet your pullups, did I? Now you're going to try and tell me that you don't need a diaper to wear to bed?"

You stuttered, your pride deflating at her words. It was true. If you were her, you'd expect the person who had lost control twice in one night to lose control again.

"Now stop complaining about having to wear something just in a case tonight. I could always make you wear one of the tape-up diapers instead?" She raised an eyebrow at you as she stepped back, challenging you to respond to her.

You shook your head quickly. Just this apparel was more than humiliating for you. You couldn't even bear to think about her laying you down on a changing table and taping you into a baby diaper.

She nodded at herself, preening at her decisive victory over you. "That's what I thought, now come on, let's get you ready for bed."

She took your hand and led you upstairs, and your pullups crinkled softly with every step. Was this some kind of sick roleplay?? Why was Katy doing this to you?

But even more importantly, why were you LETTING her do it to you? She was treating you like a little kid, like one of the kids she was used to babysitting. Maybe once she got drunk, she couldn't turn off her "babysitter mode." But regardless of why she was doing it, you were slowly realising that you liked it. And you had no idea why.

You both entered a bedroom, it must have been the diapered teenager's room. Packages of diapers were stacked neatly into shelves on the right side of the room, and a large, adult-sized changing table lay adjacent. The left side however, was more like your typical teenager's room, with a computer, clothes strewn across the floor, and some posters tackily strewn over the walls.

Katy led you to the edge of the bed, pulling open the top sheet for you. "Katy..." You started, aware of your surroundings, "isn't it a bit weird for me to sleep in the kid you babysit's bed? I mean, maybe we should share your bed..." you said suggestively, your heartbeat quickening. Katy thought for a few moments before shaking her head.

"I would let you... but this is the only bed in the house that has a plastic-backed mattress... What if you leak?"

You looked at her incredulously. As soon as her accusation reached your ears, you were taken aback.

"Leak? Katy, I don't piss the bed! You're the one who put me in all of this. You don't know if I would wet the bed or not!!"

"Exactly, I don't know." She said back to you in a bemused manner. "But judging from your performance tonight, I'd say that waking up a little bit wet wouldn't be too uncommon for you, would it?

You heart sank as her words turned over inside of your head. You could feel your romantic chances with her slipping away as easily as you slipped into your pullups just moments earlier. But not if you did something about it.

It was her turn to gasp as you put a hand onto her waist, firmly signalling your intent. "Let me stay in your bed tonight." You asked again, pulling her slowly towards you. You felt her relent, and the two of you shared a kiss, right there on the edge on the bed. You hand slid down her waist, as her hand came to rest in your lap, brushing against your diaper cover. As if being brought back to sense by the feel of your babyish clothing, she immediately pulled back from you, much to your chagrin.

She licked her lips, blinking quickly in front of you, still obviously stunned by your audden boldness."I'll tell you what... you keep those pullups dry tonight, and I'll let you do more than just sleep in my bed tomorrow night."

And with that, she flicked off the light, closing the door behind her. Your member hurt, it was pressing painfully into the padding between your legs, unable to rise. You shook your head, your mind still swirling with the thought of your kiss, and lay down on the stiff mattress with an audible crinkle, your pullup warm between your legs, and tight around your waist.

How the hell had you gotten yourself into this mess?

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[nervousbladderfulldiaper]

Forever a Diapered Cuck

"Good morning baby, did you sleep well? Looking at those pampers, somebody must have slept like a baby! I'm sorry if Ryan and I were loud last night, we tried to keep it down, but it was really hard for me...😵‍💫"

A flare of jealously bloomed inside your stomach, looking at your fiance standing there in her lilac swimwear made you curl your toes as warmth bloomed in your diaper.

Noticing your reaction, she began to laugh, covering her mouth. "Aww, I know you don't like mommy starting to sleep with other men. It's so sweet that you don't want to be a little cuck, but look at you! Are you not still wearing pampers because you can stop wetting the bed? Do you not still wear pullups during the day because you can't go a day without pissing your pants? And you can't even touch me without busting straight away... Is it any wonder that you need to be put into diapers, and that I need to satisfy MY needs with someone else... And that means being bred by a REAL man."

You shifted in your diaper miserably, the memory of your girlfriend's moans last night as she was being bred by Ryan in the room next door, and the feeling of your sticky mess spurting out of you just from hearing her pleasure, was burned into your memor, and soaked into your night-time protection. You wish it could have been you, but she was right.

"Is someone feeling hungry?" She giggled, sitting down on the edge of your bed, unhitching her bra. You wanted to complain, to beg her to stop sleeping with other men, that she was yours, but as her nipple found its way into your mouth and her hand began to softly pat the front of your damp nappy you closed your eyes and remembered your place in her life.

"Admit it... You like it when I bring home other guys," she smirked, looking down at you as her milk began to slowly flow into your mouth. "I had you pinned as a cuck from the moment we started dating. You were able to hold your bladder pretty well back then, but after a few months with me, well, let's just say we're lucky that they still make pampers in your size, right?"

You nodded pathetically as her hand began to softly rub the rough fabric of your diaper.

"You don't mind if Ryan spends the day here today?"

You shook your head, your legs kicking as you were brought to the edge of bliss. You pulled your mouth from her soft breast, "Please keep getting fucked by other men, mommy," you blurted out, overcome with waves of pleasure emanating from the thick padding encasing your small member.

Pleased with your admission, she began to rub quicker, causing you to gasp, and bust in your pampers, jolting your legs forcefully in your ecstasy.

Your girlfriend sighed, satisfied, standing up over you on the bed. "Now it's my turn," she smiled sweetly, obviously in heat from watching your pathetic display and diapered pre-ejaculation. You became excited at the prospect of being able to show her your appreciation, it was finally time to have a chance to show her you were more than just her diapered cuck.

Not three minutes later the soft knocking of her bedframe colliding against the wall could be heard from the room next door...

[nervousbladderfulldiaper]

Pool Day with Mia

You had spent the entire morning preparing. Lucky for you, your parents were out for the weekend, leaving you all alone in their spacious suburban home. It was the perfect opportunity to hang out with Mia, the girl you'd had a massive crush on for as long as you could remember. There had been countless nights she has appeared in your dreams since you were both children, and every time you would wake up with soaked sheets without fail, such was her effect on you.

Though Mia had casually accepted your invitation to come over, you felt like this was the most important day of your life. She was always dating someone else, or too busy to spend time with you. But on the tail end of a recent breakup, it looked like your luck was ready to change.

By noon, everything was set. The pool glistened under the sun, snacks were laid out, and you had changed outfits at least three times before deciding on a plain T-shirt and shorts, and knowing how you are around pretty girls, a small set of pullups fitted snugly against you in case of any embarassing leaks. Your heart thumped loudly when Mia texted you she was on her way.

When she arrived, she looked stunning in a simple tank top and shorts, her bag slung over her shoulder. A pink strap peeked out from her shoulder, a flirty touch to her outfit, that she knew you'd notice. You tried to play it cool, but your sweaty palms gave away your nervousness. You both settled into easy conversation, laughing over snacks and teasing each other about Uni gossip.

“Your pool looks amazing,” Mia said after a while, glancing out the glass doors. “I brought my swimsuit. Mind if I use it?”

“Uh, yeah, sure! Go ahead!” you stammered, eyes wide.

She stood and slowly pulled her black tank top over her head, exposing her pink, florally-printed bra. She turned her head, and catching you looking, flashed a cheeky chin before stepping out of her shorts. Your jaw nearly dropped. Her sleek, light pink bikini wrapped tightly against her lithe physique showed off her confidence effortlessly, and you suddenly felt your pullup grow tight against you.

“Come on,” Mia said, grinning. “Get in with me!”

“I… I didn’t bring anything to swim in,” you said awkwardly, sitting frozen on a lounge chair. If she found out about your nappy hidden under your pants, it was all over.

She cocked her head and gave you a funny look. “You do, you know, live here, right? Go upstairs and get changed, I'll be here,” She smirked, diving into the water.

You didn't hesitate, snapping back to reality. You darted upstairs to pull down your emergency diaper, throwing it against your open door and pulling your swim shorts on. Making your way downstairs, you saw Mia watching you from outside, smiling coyly.

You both spent the next hour talking and laughing, with Mia occasionally splashing you just to see how your face would flush. Her flirtatious confidence made you hyper, hyper-aware of every movement of hers; she commanded your gaze like a magnet.

Afterward, the both of you dried off and went inside. After you changed into dry shorts, Mia continued to lounge on the couch, her towel unwrapped and folded neatly underneath her, her open legs making it difficult for you to avert your gaze from the cute bow adorning the front of her adorable swimwear. You sat stiffly across from her.

“You’re so quiet,” she teased, scooting to a seat closer to you. “Did I scare you with all that splashing? You're looking a little red..."

“Uh, no,” you mumbled, your face flushing a deeper shade of scarlet.

“You’re so shy,” she said, leaning toward him with a mischievous glint in her eyes. “It’s cute.”

Her sudden proximity made your heart pound louder, you could hear it in your ears. You shifted nervously, a heavy feeling pressing on your bladder. It was moments like these that you were thankful you made sure to stay padded around girls like her.

[Wait... did I remember to change back into a diaper...?] You thought to yourself. You had been so caught up in your date you had forgotten.

Your nerves skyrocketed, and your breath hitched, and before you could calm himself, an all-too-familiar warmth began to spread unimpeded across your lap.

Mia noticed immediately. Her eyes widened, and a moment of stunned silence passed before she burst into laughter. “Oh my God! Did you just wet your pants?”

[How could I be so stupid!!!] Your mind screamed at you. You gasped as you grabbed the nearest throw pillow to cover yourself. “No! I—It’s not what it looks like!”

Mia couldn’t stop laughing, tears forming in her eyes. “You... You’re so nervous you actually wet yourself!”

“I didn’t mean to!” you protested, your small voice cracking.

Still giggling, Mia shook her head. “Relax, it’s not the end of the world. But wow… this is next-level.” She smirked. “Maybe I should’ve brought a nappy for you instead of a swimsuit.”

You buried your face in your hands. “I’m never living this down...”

Mia, still clearly amused, patted your arm softly. “Come on, it’s not that bad. But, you know…” She paused, her grin widening. “Maybe that’s not such a bad idea, actually.”

“What’s not a bad idea?” you asked hesitantly, peeking at her through your fingers.

“Well,” she said, her tone light and teasing, “if you’re going to keep having these little ‘accidents,’ maybe you should wear something just in case.”

Little did she know...

“I, uh, dont need that kind of stuff, I'm not a baby! Surely you're joking," you shot back, and little too defensively.

“Am I?” she replied, leaning back with a sly smile. “I mean, it’d save you from more embarrassment, right?”

You stammered, a rush of adrenaline and lust rushing through you as you imagined her laying you down to tape you into a diaper. Then, Mia’s laughter broke the tension.

“Okay, okay,” she said, still smiling. “I’ll stop teasing. But seriously, it’s kind of cute how nervous you are around me. I’ll take it as a compliment.”

The rest of the evening passed without incident, and as the hours passed it even seemed like she was enjoying herself. When she got up to leave later that evening, she gave you a playful smile at the door. “Thanks for today, it was actually a lot more fun that I thought."

Leaning in, she kissed your cheek softly, causing another surge of electricity to crackle through your body from head to toe.

Stepping out your front door, she turned on her heel at the last moment.

"Oh, and you left your pullups on the floor next to your door, you might want to put those away before anybody sees that you still need to wear diapers," she she giggled, covering her smirk with her hand.

Despite the humiliation, you couldn’t deny that spending the day with Mia, even with your accidents, had been far better than you had ever imagined.

[nervousbladderfulldiaper]

About Me.

Hello all, I thought that because I've been receiving a lot of questions, and to bring in the New Year on a positive note, I'd like to make this post to clear up some things and also share some of my experiences and introduce myself a little bit!

I feel like I've always had a weak bladder, and this culminated in bedwetting in my teens. For safety, I began to wear training pants at night, before it thankfully stopped.

Only after having a really caring partner that accepted that part of me did I start seeing diapers as not only protection, but also as something fun, that we both enjoyed.

As for now, would I still consider myself a bedwetter? I guess it would depend on your definition. If your definition is that of a person who may occasionally wet the bed unconsciously, then yes, I'm a bedwetter. But as it rarely happens with me, I don't really consider myself to be a bedwetter per se, even though I still wear diapers most nights. 🫣

However, comparing my experiences to normal people, I feel that I'm much more accident prone. If I drink a lot before bed, or I'm really tired, or go out to get drunk with friends, the chances of me having an accident in my sleep noticeably increase.

Not only that, but during the day time as well, I have to be careful about using the bathroom regularly too, I have about a 15 minute window after feeling the urge before I start to leak.

I like wearing diapers, but contrary to popular belief, I actually don't like wetting the bed, or having a weak bladder, as both of those can be unpredictable and embarassing. I don't wear diapers usually during the day outside of evening "diaper relaxation" time, as I feel that would just spur on daytime accidents to become more frequent, causing me to start to rely on "safety diapers" every day.

Sometimes I will for long car trips, or if I'm going to a place I know bathroom access might be restricted like a concert, or sporting game (although I still rarely use them, the only times I ever have during the day is when im caught in a line for the bathroom usually www). I really feel paranoid and nervous going out in diapers, so I avoid it at all costs.

I feel like uncontrollably wetting yourself is romanticised a lot in the ABDL community, but it often feels more like a curse than a blessing, depending on the circumstances! Having to wear a diaper most nights, even when I don't want to, can be super annoying, but thankfully even if I do wet the bed, it's usually a fairly small amount so leaks are extremely rare.

Recently my night-time accidents have been more common, so tired of hiding accidents, I finally opened up to my girlfriend about it, and being my wonderful wife-to-be, she wasn't phased by it at all, but that's what you can expect from women in my country, kindness and understanding 100% of the way, and I'm thankful every day from the bottom of my heart we found each other.

Thank you so much for reading that little story about me, please take care of me 🙇‍♂️⤵️

Now I would like to make a quick Q&A summary to answer the most asked questions, and add some of my own!

Q: Where are you from?

A: I'm from Japan! 🇯🇵 I speak both Japanese and obviously, English. よろしくね～！

Q. How old are you?

A. I'm in my mid twenties, so more on the young side of the community maybe!

Q. Do you wear diapers all the time?

A. No, I only wear a diaper to bed. But in rare cases I might wear one during the day if I think there's a chance I could have an accident.

Q. Do you wet your diaper every night?

A. No, far from it. I would say once every two weeks might be the average, but there's some periods of time when I'm very careful about my habits when I'll go months dry.

Q. When did you start the wet the bed?

A. When I entered Junior High (13～) is when I started to wet the bed often. Maybe I'll tell you all about my High school days sometime? 🫠

Q. What diapers do you use/are your favourites?

A. I've tried many samples but the only ones I have and use are ABU Little Kings 「リトルキングズ」 because they fit me the best, they ship to my place very quickly and they are also cheap. (My girlfriend loves the cute design as well so that's a plus.)

Q. Are you an ABDL?

A. Definitely! Wearing diapers and wetting them is so much fun to me when it's in a controlled, fun environment!

Q. Are the stories you write true?

A. Mostly, no. They're based on cute dreams I've had, as well as suggestions I receive from my followers. I see them as a fun way to release my sexual tension because I love the cute embarassing situations 😈, and also it's nice to practice my writing skills! (But some stories ARE based on true experiences I've had, I'll leave it to you to decide which ones!)

Thank you all for reading until the end, I appreciate all of the support from every single one of you! Let's have a great 2025 together. 💗

[nervousbladderfulldiaper]

"Ugh, are you serious, I took this babysitting job to make a little extra cash taking care of kids, but instead I've been stuck here all night "babysitting" you. Aren't you like, an adult? We're in the grade in high school after all, so what do you even need a babysitter for?"

"At least your mum pays me well... Now let's see, next on the list is: 'Bed-Time: make sure that you change him before he goes to bed, and tape him securely so that there are no leaks.'"

Her expression changed to that of a startled teen, before realising what your mother had revealed about you.

"WHAT the fuck, are you telling me that you still wear a diaper to bed??"

You shift nervously, piss steadily pooling into the pullups you were currently wearing. She noticed your nervous movements, and her jaw fell open further as she noticed the bulk in your shorts.

"Holy shit... you're wearing one right now, aren't you? You're still just like a little diapered kid who still goes tinkle in his nappy!"

"No!" You shot back, teary-eyed, "I only wear diapers to bed, I get to wear pullups during the day!"

There was a moment of silence as she processed your words, before roaring with laughter at your pathetic attempt to keep what fragments of your dignity you had left.

"Like there's a difference! Come on now little tyke, let's get you out of those pullups and taped into a nice pair of pampers, just like you mommy wanted!"

She took you by the hand and dragged you, protesting, into your bedroom, pinning you down onto the bed easily with one of her arms, and with the other tore the sides of your damp, padded underwear, before sliding it out from underneath you.

"And look, your mom was kind enough to leave one of your baby diapers on the bedside table! Isn't she a nice mommy?"

You kicked weakly but it was no use, with skill borne of years of experiences she swiftly wiped you over, and taped your new diaper over your member in but just a few seconds.

She chuckled as she stood. "I thought it was strange for someone your age to still be wearing diapers, but after seeing what you have underneath all that padding... Well, I think that a diaper seems pretty suitable to me."

[nervousbladderfulldiaper]

"What do you think baby boy, do you think this suits me?"

You nod quickly, before turning your head away. You knew what would happen if you looked for too long, you could already feel yourself getting more and more excited by the moment.

"Aww come on, just that tiny peek? I know that you want to take a nice, long look, right?"

You swallowed nervously. Just being this close to such a pretty girl made your stomach twitch. You felt it do little flips as you turned back to your computer game.

"Yeah... it looks really nice on you, it really brings out your curves," you said, feigning disinterest in her. Another shot of adrenaline ran through you, and you instinctively pressed your legs together as you noticed a slight pressure in your bladder.

She sauntered towards you from behind, before slowly sitting on your desk next to your mouse, an undeniable presence that threatened the quickly-deteriorating state of control you had over your bodily functions. Her right thigh nudged your hand as you glided the mouse across the desk top, the sudden contact feeling like an electric shock.

You swallowed, an icy sensation running through your lower body, further spurring on that heavy feeling in your bladder, a pressure that was continually growing, relentless, just like her.

You sneaked a glance at her bare thighs, smooth and long, like the curves of a sports car. Unlike a car, however, this model was right here in your bedroom and was ready for a test drive at any given moment. Your gaze followed the soft skin of her slender thigh upwards before it was met with the tiny cloth that barely covered her most coveted spot. You swallowed, losing yourself for a moment before a sudden cold feeling enveloped you lower body, and you gasped and squeezed your legs as hard as you could, your hand rocketing down between your legs to cover yourself.

As your hand brushed the fabric of your grey tracksuit pants, the front felt slightly damp to the the touch, but whether it was pre-cum, or if you had wet yourself in excitement, you didn't have a clue. Both had felt the same to you recently.

"I... need a minute, I'll be back," you gasped, standing with your hand still covering your little accident and starting towards the bathroom. But not before she raised one of her beautiful legs, blocking your escape and coaxing you with a swift push back down into your seat.

"And where do you think you're going, mister?" She giggled, standing over you as your second hand joined the first in your lap. Another jolt ran through you and a new wave of wetness flowed softly against your hand. Your heart sank as you realised what you were doing underneath your grey pants, but were powerless to resist the effect she had on you. She was a monster, and you were her cornered prey.

With a smirk, she wrapped her arms around your neck and sank into your lap, bringing her chest directly into your line of sight, obscuring your view of almost everything else.

"This is what you like, isn't it? Your girlfriend in your lap wearing a new bikini, wrapped up like a nice, little present for you. Just in time for Christmas too, right?"

"Please, let me go, I just need to go and use the bathroo..."

"You'll leave when I say," she purred into your neck, kissing your exposed skin with force. Your leg twitching, you brought your hands up from your lap and placed them on her waist almost out of instinct, starting to breathe heavily. Feeling her weight, and her closeness to you, was simply too much to handle. You juddered as you felt your insides release, like a full dam bursting, into your underwear which did little to stop a dark patch from rapidly spreading outwards from your crotch, dripping to the floor with a slight patter.

She giggled, standing up and looking down at your pathetic display, the whole seat of your trousers a dark shade, with unmistakable fresh waves of wetness pulsing uncontrollably from the front of your pants.

"Looks like someone's having some trouble making it to the potty in time, doesn't it? At first it took a while for you to wet your pants around me, and now you do it in less than one minute..."

She pushed her hand into your lap, feeling the hard outline of your member desperately pressed against your slick underwear. She slowly moved her hand in a circular motion, her smile growing wider as she did.

"I guess the only thing left to do is to find you some nice, thick diapers to help you keep your pants dry around me, right? That way, when you get all excited and go tinkle in your pampers like a toddler, you can have the comfort and safety of not leaking everywhere like the baby you really are. And don't worry, I'll make sure to take good care of my baby boy..."

The question lingered in the air, her soft voice teasing yet tender. You hesitated, heart pounding as you looked up at her. She was wearing the bikini so well. It was a dreamlike vision of what you had always imagined the perfect woman to be.

“What’s the matter?” she asked, her smile curling as she slowed her hand. “Cat got your tongue? Or is my little pants-wetter too shy to answer?”

You swallowed hard, your rational mind struggling against the pull of something deeper, something you'd tried to bury for so long. But the way she stood there, so inviting and patient, your defences crumbled.

"...Okay"

"Okay what?"

"......Okay mommy..."

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Thank you so much for reading my story! 😊 If you like this kind of content, feel free to browse my page! See you in the next one. ✌️

[nervousbladderfulldiaper]

"There's no point in hiding in the bathroom, everybody already saw the top of your swim diaper peeking over the top of your shorts."

"It's not like it was much of a surprise to my family, they already knew about your nighttime accidents... So not too far of a stretch to think you also leak a little in your pants during the day as well, right?"

"Don't worry, they won't tease you... They know it's not your fault that your little thing still goes tinkle in your pants every now and then. They were even kind enough to set up a changing table in our guest bedroom for when you need to be diapered up for nap-time!

It's only natural to wear a nice, comfy swim diaper to keep your pants AND our pool clean.

So go on out and have some fun with the other kids... And if you need a change, just call out for me and I'll get you in a new diaper in no time at all, okay champ?"

[nervousbladderfulldiaper]

Diapered in the Nurse's office Part 2: Consequences

The car ride home with your step-mother was hell, every corner turned, every bump in the road you could feel the seatbelt pressing into your diaper. Barely covered by your freshly washed black gym shorts, the thick fabric of your pampers forced your legs wide open as you sat sullenly in the back seat.

You were going to university next year for Christ's sake, that's an activity about as far from waddling around wearing diapers as you could possibly get, you thought angrily. What made it worse is that your step-mother had agreed with the nurse and her ridiculous proposition of keeping you in diapers until your incontinence "cleared up."

"If you still wet your pants like a toddler, you should still be in diapers like a toddler." She had berated you, a big-time real estate agent, and DEFINITELY embarassed by having to come and pick up their child that went potty in his pants in front of the whole class. Word would spread, and surely it would be hard to save face for the family business.

Arriving home, you were instructed to have a shower and get ready for dinner. You were to be having a special guest over tonight. Closing the door behind you as you waddled into your room, you peeled your shorts down (with difficulty) over your puffy diaper, kicking them to the floor. You caught a glimpse of the underwear under your shirt as you did so, reminding you of this compromising situation.

You noticed that the second bed and set of shelves had been set up on the other side of the room, ready for an exchange student you would be hosting in a month's time. You hoped to God this whole situation would clear up before then, or else it would quickly become a nightmare.

Next, you fumbled with the four tapes holding your nappy against your body, unsticking them from the front and letting your diaper slide to the floor with a wet thunk.

Wait... that sounded like.... You looked down to your pampers, open under you, the blue inner lining glistening in the light from overhead. It was completely soaked, confirming your fears. It wasn't hard to tell how swollen the fabric was around the crotch area, and the wetness indicator had changed colour all the back up the back.

And you hadn't even noticed.

Your hand felt around your lower back, and it was damp to the touch. It must have happened when you were sitting in the car. Luckily your shorts on the floor were still dry, so it didn't seem like you had any leaks.

You sat on the edge of your bed. What the nurse said was true, you HAD really regressed to pissing your pants like a baby. But not anymore, you were going to make sure this didnt happen again. You would make sure you would go all evening without an accident, and soon everything would be back to normal, right? You carefully put the used diaper into a plastic bag, tied it, and put it on the floor next to the door.

'It ends here, no more diapers," you declared under your breath before going into the onsuite to shower yourself.

You heard your bedroom door open from inside the shower, and your step-mother's voice calling you. Drying yourself with haste, you wrapped a towel around you and slid your bathroom door open.

She was sitting on the edge on your bed, and your face fell as you noticed the package of diapers from the nurse's office as well as your bagged-up used diaper in hand.

She sighed, brushing her dark hard behind her shoulder, and quietly said,

"Look, I know you're a big boy, but the fact is you've wet your pants twice today, and judging from the weight of this bag I'd say that it's probably even more than that... Right? I want to make sure that everything is alright, and want to schedule you into a doctor appointment to make sure that this isn't going to be a big deal."

You flushed red at her words.

"...But we just don't have enough time today, so in the meantime, I am going to need you to help us out," she continued.

"Look, I dont want to have anything to do with these as much as you, but just to be safe for tonight, I'm going to need you to start wearing these. Like I already told you, we have a guest coming here, so I don't want them to be embarassed by you wetting your pants at the table, and I'm sure you don't as well."

You looked anywhere but her direction, face burning as she bluntly talked about your problem as it was just another day at the office discussing property with a client.

She paused briefly before continuing, "You know that I don't judge you at all, and I love you unconditionally. But... I really need you to wear these... diapers from now, okay? This way, if anything happens, you won't get the bed or any of the furniture wet, baby."

You finally found your words and started pleading,

"Those were all just small accidents, I don't need to wear them anymore... Please."

She sighed again, and walked over to soflty stroke the top of your head.

"I know.... These are just in case, for your own good, and for the people around you."

She tsked and walked back over to the bed, pulling another diaper from the package of pampers.

"Okay, look, I'll make you a deal. If it's true that you're not going to wet your pants again, then you should have no problem wearing one of these things to dinner and then to bed tonight. I'll check them tomorrow, and if they're dry, then you won't need to wear them from then on. Deal?"

You nodded your head, desperate for any chance to prove you didn't actually need to be put back into diapers. Besides, just one evening , as well as only one night, how hard could that be? You decided not to drink anything for the rest of the evening, just in case.

And with that deal made, you both heard the doorbell ring, signalling your guest had finally arrived.

"That'll be her... now put your diaper on and when when youre ready, come downstairs for dinner," your step-mother said, taking her leave. With your bedroom door now closed you were now left you to diaper yourself before coming downstairs for your meal.

Your face red, you had no choice but to unfurl one of the babyish diaper on the bed. A deal was a deal. You laid down on the open diaper, trying to remember how the nurse had changed you back at school. It was a struggle, but the diaper was finally firmly around your waist, with all four tapes stuck firmly. You rose to your feet, the bulk making it hard to walk as you entered your onsuite once more to look at your new diaper. You slowly peeled your shirt up, looking at your new, padded prison.

You put your shorts back on, making sure they were tight against your nappy to prevent any leaks, if there were to be any... The last thing you'd want is to embarrass your step-mother again today. You walked out, leaving the large package of diapers on your bed, knowing that the guest wouldn't come all the way up to stairs just to go into your room.

Making your way downstairs, you could hear voices coming from the dining room, as and you approached, the guest came into your field of view, sitting at the table. A young girl, with a beautiful, friendly smile and dark hair. She noticed you immediately and waved cheerfully. She seemed around the same age as you, but it was hard to tell because of her ethnicity.

You froze, becoming acutely aware of your babyish nappy hugging your waist, and hoped that she wasn't able to notice the bulge in your dark shorts. But it seemed like she didn't. You hurridly sat down at the table, concealing yourself before your step-mom made the introductions:

"This is Ayano, she's the exchange student who'll be staying with us for the next six months!"

"...But... I thought we were having the exchange student from next month... On the 6th of July." You say, shocked to hear that the girl sitting opposite from you was the exchange student you had heard about.

"You never listen do you? It was the 7th of the 6th, today, not the 6th of the 7th... honestly." Your step-mother laughed, continuing to sip her wine.

Ayano looked shy but also cheerful. It was bad enough that you were currently diapered, but if this continued, how on earth were you going to hide it from Ayano???

You had a bad feeling things were going to get out of hand very quickly.

(Thank you for reading, and for all of your suggestions for stories! Feel free to send any ideas! ;))

[nervousbladderfulldiaper]

Embarassing Diaper Story: Diapered in the Nurse's office.

You woke up groggily, and your head hurt a little bit. The room was unfamiliar to you, and a light, cream coloured curtain gently shrouded the left side of your bed. As you got your bearings, you felt an unusual, tight sensation around your waist. Instinctively, your hand shot down there, but instead of what you thought you would feel, your hand met with a soft, thick material. Your heart rate quickening, you pulled the duvet up to reveal your greatest fear: You had been securely taped into what appeared to be a soft, pastel-coloured baby diaper.

"What the hell?? Is this a diaper?? Why am I wearing a baby diaper??" You exclaimed, bringing your knees under you on the bed. After a closer inspection, It was definitely a diaper. An imprint of a lion could be clearly seen adorning the front, along with a scattering of stars spread across the front image. And of course, two thick, sturdy-looking sets of tape holding your new fluffy underwear firmly to your body.

At that moment, the curtain to your left swished open, revealing your school's nurse. As you squeaked and pulled the duvet up the cover yourself, you realised you were in the school's nurse office.

"Looks like someone's finally awake," She said with a gentle smile, "You took quite the fall in gym class!"

"But... Why am I wearing a diaper?!" You said indignantly, all too aware of the fabric pressing into your sides.

She sat on the side of your bed, and gently said, "You fell over in gym class and hit your head, and passed out... And then you... Lost control."

Your face went so red it almost caught fire, as the image of what she was describing etched itself into your mind.

Your underwear and your shorts are currently being washed right now, so don't worry. Just lay back and relax and you'll be okay to go home soon."

"So that's why you put me in a diaper... Did I really wet myself like that in front of everyone?" You said quietly, dropping the white duvet defeatedly. The nurse paused and opened her mouth to speak, but you interrupted her,

"Don't you have any spare underwear or shorts?" You pleaded, desperate to change back into your normal clothes.

"I'm sorry, but while we are thoroughly washing your clothes, we don't have a change for you. Just be patient, and you'll have your clothes back before you know it! Now, for a quick balance test, can I get you to stand over here for a second? Don't worry, the door is locked."

You begrudgingly pushed the white duvet away and stood up, the thick, white fabric pushing your legs apart and waddled your way to the nurse.

"You could have done this in the bed..." You muttered, heat rising from your face once more.

"Just follow my finger..." The young nurse said, slowly moving it back and forth, next up and down. Before nodding, writing something down on her sheet, and then glancing down at the diaper between your legs. Your hand quickly shot down to cover the front of your childish underwear.

"Well, that's all I need to know. You can go and lie back down now. Make sure to tell your parents if you experience any dizzy spells, or anything out of the ordinary."

You felt a little weird as you tottered back to the sickroom bed, sitting on the edge and facing the nurse.

"You know, you'd be surprised at how many people come in here needing to be cleaned up after an accident," the nurse said cheerfully, in an attempt to lift your spirits, "There's also a few people who need to wear diapers..."

"I don't believe you." You said bitterly, shaking your head.

"Why do you think I dont have any spare clothes? The kids of today don't even really protest being put back into diapers too much in my experience."

"Well I'm not that kind of kid!!" You shot back, tears welling in your eyes.

"Ah, I guess so... But your diaper tells me otherwise. It's looking a little wet if I'm not mistaken."

Your eyes widened, and you looked down between your legs. She was right, now that you were looking, it did seem a little bit swollen. And was that line running down the front blue before..? Your hand brushed the front of your padding, and it was very warm.

"It's seems like while you were unconscious, a little bit more must have come out, right?" She said with a smile, heading for the door.

"Ah~Hold on just a second..." you said meekly, pulling your shirt down over your lightly soiled diaper

"I'll bring you a change, just relax." And with that, the door swung shut behind her.

You slid back into bed, bringing the sheet tightly around your body, and resigned to your padded fate. You became acutely aware of a need to use the bathroom, the sudden pressure in your bladder surprising you.

But how were you supposed to go down the hall to the bathroom wearing nothing but a t-shirt and tape-up diaper? There was no way you could risk the chance of another student seeing you like this, and besides, your diaper was already a little wet, if you let out just a little bit more the nurse wouldn't know the difference, surely.

You cautiously rose to your knees, and slowly unclenched your bladder, letting out a small stream into your diaper, warming it further against your skin. You made a face in digust, it felt just as bad as you imagined.

You tried to halt to the flow, but your worn muscles wouldn't obey you, and your accident continued pouring into your padded protection.

Eventually, you were able to cut the stream, but the damage had been done. Your diaper had swollen to almost twice its size, and the straps pulled into your waist even more tightly.

There was no way she wouldn't notice the amount of swelling and difference in size when she came back. You started to panic, wondering how you could hide it, when the door swung open again, and the nurse brushed back into the room, toting another tape-up diaper in her hand that was identical to the one you were currently wearing.

"Alrighty, come lay down here, and we'll get you changed, okay?" She said in a cheerful voice, patting the spot on the bed next to her. You didn't move, instead imploring her;

"Just leave it here, I can change it myself."

She giggled at your suggestion.

"Nonsense, now let's get you changed. It'll only take a few seconds," And with that, she pulled the duvet off of your prone body.

You stiffened up, hoping she wouldn't notice the obvious expansion of your diaper. But she just casually said, "From this angle, it looks a little bit more wet than I thought, kiddo, but that's why I brought you a nice clean one."

You closed your eyes as she untaped the sides, your face burning up once again.

"Up." She commanded, sliding the new pampers underneath you, before taping them up with snugly around your waist.

"And there we go, not so bad, was it? Your parents have just arrived to pick you up soon as well, so just hang tight."

You went cold as you imagined your parents' reaction to your diapered state. But you were sure that you'd change back into your normal clothes before they came, and they'd be none the wiser.

You could hear voices coming faintly from outside the door. You strained your ears to hear better and realised that it was your parents and the nurse already in deep conversation.

"---so we've actually put him in diapers, due to his fall in Gym class it seems the concussion has caused him acute incontinence, while unconscious he lost control of his bladder and bowels in the gymnasium, and even after he woke up he's been unconsciously wetting himself ever since. I'm going to recommend he stays diapered until that concussion clears up, but based on his state, theres a good chance that it might affect him permanently, so don't be surprised if his day-wetting continues. As a precaution, please take a couple of our packs of diapers with you."

You sank into the bed as you heard the nurse's diagnosis. You were incontinent now?? But... You had full control, you had felt the need to use the bathroom just before, right? The only thing you knew was true was that right now, at your age, you were snugly taped into a diaper that felt suspiciously warm against your body.

You didn't know it yet, but this was the first of many diapers to come. And what would your girlfriend make of your new, diapered situation...

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Part 1

"Thank you so much for letting me do this!" Your girlfriend purred, walking over to her lingerie draw. You watched your girlfriend starting to get dressed up to go out tonight, she slid a white, lacy thong over her thighs before covering it with a beautiful, flowing black dress.

"It's been such a long time since I've had the chance to go out, it feels like every day I've been doing nothing but changing diapers! And I don't just mean the kids at the nursery either..." she smirked, shooting you a knowing look as she clicked her earrings into place.

She was right, ever since your incontinence had manifested, you had no choice but to quit your job, becoming a stay at home boyfriend. And that wasn't the worst part. The worst part was the soft, thick material forcing your legs apart every minute of every day, that you wet uncontrollably like a baby.

Over the last couple of months, your girlfriend that worked every day at a nursery school had started to feel more like a babysitter than a girlfriend, always checking your diaper to see if it was wet, and insisting on changing you herself if you were. Any protests from you always fell on deaf ears, and it wasn't long before you were banned from changing yourself, and you had to wait for her to come home before being afforded the luxury of a diaper change.

It was bad enough that you had to do all the house chores, but having to do them in a constantly expanding diaper throughout the day added insult to injury. But at least the sex was great.

Or it was, before she implemented her new rule: After she came home and changed you into a clean diaper, if you stayed dry throughout the evening, then you would get sex as a reward before bed. And nowadays, you were lucky to last an hour before your bladder gave out, uncontrollably pissing your pants. But seeing her now in her tight-fitting dress, you decided to push your luck this time.

"Before you go, can we have some fun?" You asked her hopefully, your diaper crinkling loudly underneath your shorts. She giggled and came over to you, reaching one hand down the front of your shorts, gently caressing the front of your diaper, before pulling your shorts down to your ankles, checking the wetness indicator on the bottom. She tsked and then stood again, hands on her hips.

"Not this time, you know the rules. If that wetness indicator turns blue, that there's none of me for you." She winked, turning back around to continue with her make-up.

"And at this rate, I think that it's going to be a loooong time before you get any action, buddy. So here's the deal. You know I love you, right?Even though you've given up on trying to get some with me, I still have needs, so you're going to let me find someone who can help me scratch that itch." She said as she applied her lip gloss in the mirror.

"Don't worry too much. It's just a little fun on the side... Right? So you can either let me enjoy myself a little bit, or you can find someone else to go and work while you sit at home going potty in your dirty pampers."

Your heart sank as you thought about your girlfriend being used by someone else, but what choice did you have in your current state? If she left, your life would be basically over. You'd have to move back in with your parents, and you shuddered even thinking what they would say when they found out the sorry state you were in. And anyway, the thought of her with another man did make you feel a little bit excited...

You nodded weakly, images of your girlfriend getting pounded by someone else filling your head. But at the same time...

She raied her eyebrow to you in the mirror.

"Really? I was just messing around! You know you're my No. 1. Unless you like the idea of me having some grown-up fun without you..?"

Finishing her eyeshadow, she stood and came over to you, hand reaching down to your diaper, resting it on top of the cute lion print decorating the front of your diaper before pausing.

"Wait... Your diaper wasn't this big before... Feels like someone got a little excited at the idea, didn't they? Is that true? Does my little boy want his girlfriend to be fucked and used by another man?"

You wanted to tell her no, that although you were a kinky couple this was crossing a line, and that she should stay faithful, but instead, almost out of your control you nodded your head, giving in to that little voice inside you that was telling you that you found the idea of your girlfriend getting pounded by another man ridiculously hot.

"I would say I'm surprised, but maybe after so long of me taking care of you, you see me more as your mommy than as your girlfriend, dont you?"

You nodded again, your cheeks getting red. It was true, you had known it all along, but now that she said it out loud, you had finally realised it.

"Well, I guess it's settled then. This is going to be our new relationship, okay? You let your mumma have just a little bit of fun, and I'll keep taking care of my little baby boy just as always." 💓

And as she shut the door behind her, you could only feel your racing heart and the sudden, steady trickle of an accident into your infantile diaper.

As you sat down on the edge of the bed, the thickness between your legs painfully apparant, the realisation dawned on you that maybe tonight she wouldn't be coming back alone.

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"Wake up babe, you had another accident... Has it really become this common for you to piss your pants in your sleep?"

"I'm tired of washing the sheets every morning! You told me this was just a one-time thing, but adding this time as well makes it one week straight of bedwetting. Hell, you even had an accident when we were waiting for the bus and made us have to walk home 😒"

"So that does it. If you want to wet your pants like a toddler, you're going to start wearing diapers like a toddler from now on. No arguing. I already bought some just in case, but I really think that after today, they are going to be a necessary part of your daily life from now on."

"And don't even think about having any fun with me today, or at all actually, until this problem clears up. That should give you some incentive to start trying to keep your pants dry at night, right?"

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"No silly, you can't have a smoothie! You've already had a Coke today, and we both know that when you've had too much to drink, that diaper of yours fills up quicker than when your bully used to tease you for wearing pampers back in Preschool! "

"It's a shame you never grew out of going potty in your pants, but at least they make diapers big enough to fit you! And it's definitely not a shame that your parents write me such a nice cheque every month for babysitting you at my house... Even if it comes from your university trust fund! But hey, it's not like you're going to need that anymore, right?"

Glancing at her phone, she sighed and turned to you.

"I guess it's almost lunch time hey... Guess we better get home before someone makes a bit of a bigger mess in their pampers, OK?"

You nodded, and she led you by the hand back to her apartment, where she kicked off her shoes, sat down on the couch and gestured for you to come and join her. You peeled your shorts off as per your babysitter's rules, and lay down on your back with your head in her lap for feeding time.

She pulled her brown top off over her head and guided her nipple into your mouth, her warm milk sliding easily down your throat as you gulped greedily. She softly pat the front of your diaper and giggled, "Still dry? You've been such a good boy lately! It might be time to start trying pullups!"

She had always been just your babysitter, but seeing her in those yoga pants all day had made you wish that you were something more to her than just the bedwetting kid she made you out to be. You started to push your hips into her hand as she pat the front of your diaper. It felt incredible.

"Looks like someone's excited to get his lunch!" She laughed, unaware of your your little maneuver. You were so close to climaxing, just a little bit more...

"Okay, other side now!"

You groaned, so close to coming, just to be denied. You shifted to her other side, the soft fabric of your pampers shifted over your manhood almost making you lose control right there and then. Once again you started sucking from her teat, pathetically humping her hand as milk flooded your mouth. You were so close... And you finally released with a shudder, your own milk spurting out into your diaper for the first time in years.

"Uh oh, smells like someone had a little accident after all..." She said, causing you to sober straight up. How could she have known? But it was then you felt the slight weight to your diaper, and how taut it suddenly felt around your member, and realised that at the height of your climax you had messed yourself, pushing out a load straight into your pampers without even realising. She pulled her nipple from your mouth and stood up, motioning to you to do the same.

"Guess it must have been the Cola... Come on now, let's get you changed for nap time."

You took her hand as she started leading you upstairs to the changing table, when the thought struck you of how she would react seeing the accident in the FRONT of your diaper. Maybe she'd be so grossed out she would stop taking care of you, and then what would you do? Find someone else?

You started trying to wet yourself, in the hopes that it would mix with your mess and make it impossible for her to tell, but nothing was coming out no matter how hard you pushed. As you neared the nursery door. You dropped down into a squat, and kept pushing.

Your babysitter stopped and looked down at you, sighing. "Well I guess it's better to finish off here rather than do it in a fresh diaper, let me know when it's all out."

You finally felt the floodgates open, and piss saturated your already soggy pampers, the liquid collecting underneath you and slowly warming your shameful underwear against your skin. The wetness indicator under the lion on the front of your diaper lit up instantly, letting her know exactly what you were doing.

"Wait... are you pissing yourself?? Why couldn't you wait for the potty after your diaper change? It's been a week since you've wet your pants during the day, I thought it was almost time for pullups." She groaned, shaking her head, "I guess not..."

You stood back up, your accident sloshing around the inside of your thick pampers. Your secret was safe. For now.

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"You want me, don't you? You've been staring at my boobs all day, I bet you're imagining all the things you want to do to me... I want you too..."

" ...Or at least I did, until your sister told me all about your little "problem" keeping the bed dry at night! Apparantly it's so bad that pullups weren't enough, and they had to get you the diapers that tape up on the sides, like a baby!"

"I didn't believe her at first, but once she showed me your drawer that was full to the brim with your night-time diapers I knew she was telling the truth. The ones with the lion on the front are actually so cute! I even took some pictures!"

"So no.... I don't think I can be your girlfriend... But maybe I can be your babysitter?? Why don't you tape one of your little diapers on, and then maybe I'll let you do a little more to my boobs than just stare ;)"