Caroline has to go into witness protection to hide from a criminal gang, but sheâs less than happy about her new identity as Betsy, an incontinent young woman living in a trailer park with her strict Mommy.
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âSo Iâm getting a new name?â Caroline asked dubiously, as the car sped down the highway. She didnât like the idea of witness protection. She was used to the life of a wealthy young socialite from the city, and she wasnât keen at all on leaving it all behind, even if it was only for a few weeks like the agency promised. But what choice did she have? She shuddered at the thought of the De Vries getting to her. The crime family were notorious for the cruel and unusual punishments they inflicted on the people who had wronged them.
âItâs not just your name,â Mr Harris, the agent, replied. âYou can be tracked by your habits, your tastes, your sense of style, so all of thatâs got to change as well. The agency has a full character profile for you to adopt.â Keeping his eyes on the road, he reached over to open the glove compartment and take out a brown file, which he handed to her. âThatâs the new you.â
Caroline opened the file. âBetsy Jackson?â she read with distaste. That was a hick name if ever sheâd heard one. Surely nobody could look at her with her sleek, silver-blonde hair and elegantly made-up face and think she was a Betsy Jackson. It got worse. âWhat the fuck?!â she exclaimed, staring down at the paper. âWhat is this, Harris? It says I live in a fucking trailer park!â
âA trailer park out in the country is the perfect place for you,â said Mr Harris. He was the very model of a government agent with his dark suit and glasses, and his totally impassive expression. âItâs the last place the De Vries will expect you to be.â
âThatâs because itâs the last place Iâd want to be!â Caroline shrieked. âI am not going to live in a trailer park! Put me somewhere else!â
âThe arrangements have already been made, Caroline,â Mr Harris said flatly. âWe canât just create a whole new identity for you because you didnât like this one. Itâs either this, or nothing.â
Caroline flushed with anger and went back to reading the file, scowling. Itâs just for a few weeks, she told herself. Just a few weeks until the agency makes its move and all the De Vries get locked away, then youâll be free to go home. Something on the page caught her eye. âIt says I live with my mother,â she said, confused.
âMrs Jackson works for us,â Mr Harris explained. âShe lives in the trailer park, and sheâs helped us with witness protection programs in the past. Sheâs firm, but she loves to take care of people. Sheâll be your Mom, and youâll be her formerly estranged daughter whoâs come back to live with her after things in the city fell through. Mrs Jackson used to live in another park, so the sudden return of a daughter wonât raise any eyebrows here.â
Carolineâs lip twisted at the thought of having to pretend to be the daughter of some middle-aged trailer trash woman, but she held her tongue. Just a few weeks. She looked down at the file again, and something else jumped out at her. For a moment she couldnât believe what she was seeing. She read it through again, sure she must have misread. But the writing was plain. Betsyâs return to her mother is motivated by the car accident she was involved in several months ago, which left her with severe and permanent⊠âIncontinence?!â she shrieked. âYou donât mean⊠Like when you canât control when you pee?!â
âThatâs right,â Mr Harris said calmly. âBetsy is diaper dependent.â
âNo!â Caroline screamed, revolted.
âNo?â
Caroline looked at him as if heâd gone mad. âNo as in Iâm not doing that! Iâm not going to be seen wearing diapers!â
âItâs an important part of Betsyâs backstory, Caroline,â Mr Harris insisted.
âItâs ridiculous!â Caroline shouted. Some of her friends were the types to go gooey-eyed over babies, but she never had been. The idea of having to deal with diapers was so gross! And even though she was sure there was no way sheâd actually be expected to use them, just the idea of adult diapers was enough to make her feel nauseous. âWhy incontinence?!â she demanded. âWhy does it need to be part of her stupid backstory at all?!â
âIt gives you a believable incentive to go back to living with your mother. Donât take this personally, Caroline, but I doubt youâre that great of an actress. Itâs going to be pretty clear to people that youâre not too happy about living in a trailer park with Mrs Jackson. Your incontinence creates an explanation for that. Betsy thought sheâd escaped from the sticks, and her mother, and made it to the big city where she was finally free to be an independent young woman, but then she got into that accident, lost her potty training and her prospects, and is forced to toddle back home to her Mommy in Pampers.â
Caroline blushed furiously. This was insane!
âItâs also an additional layer of protection,â Mr Harris went on. âThe rich young lady the De Vries are after isnât likely to hide away in a trailer park of all places, and sheâs definitely not likely to be that new girl who canât even keep her pants clean. This will keep you safe. Itâs for your own good.â
âComplain about it all you like,â said Mr Harris, âbut everything has already been set up. Thereâs no changing it now. The fact is that Betsy canât control her bladder or bowels, and starting today, Betsy is you.â
âBut I can control my bladder and bowels!â Caroline shouted.
âI know that,â Mr Harris said, patiently.
âThen what do you expect me to do?!â she demanded.
âItâs simple,â the agent said, and for the first time he actually smiled. âYouâll just have to pretend like you canât.â
At Second Chance Academy, girls who failed to earn their high school diplomas before their 20th birthday get a second chance to become proper adults. The program is a minimum of 18 months. Each month the student is evaluated to ensure they have completed the age level milestones to graduate to the next age level. If they fail, then they are stuck at that age level until they prove themselves to have the physical, intellectual, emotional and psychological maturity to move to the next level.
This girl has been in the program for 4 days and during that time she has refused to mess her diapers as required for all students at levels 0, 1, and 2. This has had 2 results. 1, she was given a dose of magnesium citrate with breakfast before being sent to her morning classes. And 2, she has already failed her 1st month and earned a second month at level 0 since she has refused to accept the rules of the academy.
As the morning classes end and the students head for the dining hall, the gurgling in her stomach overwhelms her and she loses control in her diapers. Her next diaper change is after lunch so she will be changed after spending 45 minutes strapped into a high chair being spoon fed pureed food while still in the disgusting mess.
She immediately swear to be a good girl from now on no matter what she has to do.
Mark came home late last night to find his girlfriend passed out on the couch with a puddle of pee underneath her. The house looked like a tornado had blown through it and it didnât take much to figure out that she had a 4th of July bash while he was helping her sister move into her new apartment. He left her there and went straight to his bedroom which was, thankfully, undamaged and went to bed.
This morning, he woke her up at 6 AM with a diaper in one hand and her maid outfit from a costume party a couple months ago in the other. He quickly got the diaper on her and slid the maid outfit over her head. Then instructed her to clean the house until it sparkles like new or he would light a fire one her ass with a spanking.
She started cleaning, but an hour in, got bored and tried to get on the computer. The password had been changed. Then she found the tv was locked as well. And her tablet. And her phone was locked so that all she could do was make emergency calls which means only 911 or him. Then she found the note on the fridge that she would need to earn adult privileges back. Everything from the phone, tv and computer, to using the toilet and wearing adult clothes would have to be earned.
She got back to cleaning and as the pressure in her bladder built, she realized she wouldnât have a choice, she was going to spend the rest of the day, and probably several more days, in diapers.
When he got home from work, her boyfriend informed her she would be allowed to choose one adult privilege back per month if she behaves, if she doesnât, additional privileges will be taken away. Then it got worse, to ensure she obeys the rules, her sister would be babysitting her anytime he isnât home and would have complete authority over her while she is in charge.
It was bad enough having a babysitter take care of her all day. But why did it have to be the girl who already made my high school years miserable? Now I get treated like a baby all day, my bully is given permission to tease me and make fun of me, her job is to boss me around, and she can punish me anytime she sees fit.
Take right now for instance, itâs only 10 AM and she wants me to take a nap. After my tantrum yesterday when she caught me rubbing my diaper, she decided to put itching powder on my diaper area instead of baby powder. Then she triple diapered me so that no matter how much I rub, it doesnât do any good, AND every time I try to itch, she smacks my bottom. She told me Iâm not allowed out of my crib until lunchtime and I wonât get a diaper change until Iâve soaked all three diapers. Meanwhile she keeps alternating between smacking my diapers and taking videos of me rubbing my diaper trying to get some relief.
When will the torment end? My parents said I have to have her as my babysitter until I get into college, but with the grades I got, thatâs nearly impossible, and when you add the tormentor to my daily schedule stopping me from doing any online class work, I donât see that Iâm ever going to get to âprove that Iâm an adultâ and earn my freedom.
After falling behind on her bills, Cat had 2 choices, take her roommates offer to cover her expenses and become her roommates baby house slave, or be kicked out on the street. Cat agreed to be her roommates house slave until she can cover her bills again.
Cat was immediately put in a diaper, had all of her pants, shorts, dresses, and skirts locked away so she has to be given bottoms in order to cover her diaper, then put to work cleaning their shared apartment. From now on, Cat is responsible for all cooking, cleaning, shopping, and other household tasks. This is on top of working so that she can try to start covering her own expenses again.
Cat didnât realize how bad her new life would be until she was caught trying to remove her diaper to use the bathroom. Thats when she was spanked for the first time, then had to kneel on her bed until she wet her diaper. After that, she had to clean the bathroom from top to bottom before she could be changed.
She has work in an hour, so unless she can clean the bathroom, get changed, and get to work in less then an hour, she will have to go to work in a used diaper too, or call out of work, or quit her job and accept that she will be her roommates diapered house slave forever.
Ok, Sophie. Hereâs the deal. Now that we are three weeks in and our football team is 0-3, we should talk about our bet. Lift your dress. You see, I thought that making you my diaper girl when our team loses would be enough to make me happy, but now Iâm thinking that the whole school would appreciate knowing about it. Then I thought, no, thatâs not really fair. Not without you agreeing to it. So, hereâs your choice. Be the schoolâs baby mascot every time the football team loses. By the way, they lost every game last season. Or, expand our little deal to cover basketball and soccer seasons as well. At least our basketball team won a few games last year. So, what do you think. Be the whole schoolâs baby girl, or expand our bet to soccer and basketball?
Oh, something else to think about, we are both freshman and we didnât agree to an end date for our bet. So if our football team loses their last game, you get to be the schoolâs diaper girl until the start of next season too. Or we do it for basketball and soccer and you might get a chance to be a big girl occasionally.
A week after her 18th birthday, Abby had been kicked out of the house. After months of couch surfing, scratching together for a couple nights in a hotel, and even a few nights of camping on the ground, she thought she had found her way out of the situation.
She had run into a woman who needed a live in nanny, and she needed a job and a place to stay. 2 days later, she had moved into her new home and started working for the woman taking care of their 6 month old twin daughters. It wasnât long before things turned sour though.
A couple weeks after moving in and starting to care for the kids, she got curious and tried on one of their diapers. It didnât fit, but she was able to use tape to secure it around herself. During the twins nap time, she decided to try wetting it. Unfortunately, this was also when she discovered that their mom had an appointment today as she walked in on Abby in the middle of wetting the diaper.
Abby was sent to her room to pack her things in tears. How could she trust Abby to take care of her babies if she was still a baby herself.
An hour later, the mom walked into Abbyâs room to find her curled up in a ball crying. They talked and a new solution was found. Abby would stay on as babysitter, but anytime the twins mom was home, Abby was a baby. In addition, Abby is diapered 24/7 and is banned from using the toilets. Diapers were bought just for Abby that had cute little bunnies on them.
Now, Abby gets to change 3 times a day. The money she earns from babysitting the twins pays for her housing, food, and diapers along with $250/month that goes into a savings account. When that account is full enough 5to cover half her community college expenses, the mother will cover the other half of the cost and Abby will be sent to night classes.
If Abby graduates college, then she might be allowed to potty train again, otherwise she will be the baby babysitter forever.
She thought it would be fun to dress up like Harley Quinn and go pranking her rivals. Unfortunately, one of her rivals heard what was going on and was ready for her. Caught in the act, she was given the choice between an arrest for trespassing or being treated the way she has been acting.
Now Miss Harley Quinn has been turned into Captured Baby Harley. She will remain in her diapers and bondage all weekend, by then her captor will have enough photos of her sleeping in diapers, eating baby food in diapers, playing in diapers, and using her diapers that keeping her in check will no longer be a problem. Keeping her in diapers wonât be a problem either, if she ever gets caught without a diaper on, a video of her playing with baby toys in her Harley Quinn costume and diapers will be released to Social Media.
Now she has only work and her new home where she serves as a diaper maid to her former rival.
Parties always lead to interesting discoveries. For example, after last nights winter white out party, Natalie crashed in the spare room instead of going back to her dorm room during the morning house check, her most embarrassing secret was discovered and by the time she wakes up, the sisters of the sorority that hosted the party will have a perfect plan for taking advantage of their knowledgeâŠand evidence.
When Natalie wakes up, she will be confronted with the pictures of her diapered state and given 3 options.
1, she can move into the spare room instead the basement of the sorority house which will be converted into her private nursery. In exchange for housing, keeping her secret, and allowing her to join the sorority, Natalie will be their diapered house girl responsible for all cleaning of the sorority house and decorating for all house events including parties, meetings, and activities.
2, she can return to living in the dorm, however, she will be placed in a locking diaper cover preventing her from using the potty and forcing her to ask for a diaper change. If she chooses, her RA or roommate can be informed of her condition and given a key and diapers so she doesnât have to find one of the sorority sisters in order to get a change.
3, the sorority can ensure that every social media group and channel connected to the college has her picture posted by mid morning and everybody at the college will know about their diaper girl classmate before the day is out.
Natalie quickly chooses the first option, as embarrassing as it is, since it guaranteed her privacy, allowed her to take care of her diapers without excessive having to ask for changes, saves her money, and allows her to officially join the most influential sorority on campus.
By tonight, she will be dressed as a maid, with thick diapers and have a crib, high chair, and changing table set up in her new nursery.
I had been training you to potty in your diapers whenever you felt the need for the past two months, and as much as you didnât want to admit it, it turned you on. We were standing in the kitchen in the early morning when I hear you grunt. I look over and see you in a quarter squat, one hand on the island, your face with that look of unmistakable concentration.
âHoney, are you pooping?â
You grunted again, not in response, but in doing your business. I could already tell this was going to be a doozy, but then you went down into a full squat, and I could tell that you had some real work to do. I continued my work while you were busy pushing, which continued for a few more minutes, including pushes on all fours and grunts on your knees while holding up onto the counter. When you were sure you were finished you stood up gingerly and delicately cupped the mess from the seat of your diaper.
âYou get it all out?â I asked, coming over to inspect. You nodded and I grabbed the seat of your diaper and pushed up, spreading the mess into your bottom, getting up on your tippy-toes as I did so. Then I pulled back the waistband of your diaper and checked. Sure enough, you filled that thing. I let go and gave your bottom a few more thuddy smacks.
âFinish your chores, then come over to me, I want to degrade you some more. If youâre good enough Iâll let you choose between a diaper change or an orgasm.â
Ellie had always been a free spiritâloud, late, and living life just a little too much on the edge for her mumâs liking. After yet another incident involving a campus party, a failed exam, and a very public argument with a professor, her mum had reached her limit.
âI told you what would happen,â her mum said, arms crossed, staring Ellie down like she was five years old again. âIf youâre going to act like a child, Iâll treat you like one.â
Ellie had scoffed. Until she saw the outfit.
The dress was an old-fashioned, cutesy college-style pinafore, clearly meant to look like something from a storybook. But worseâfar worseâwas what came with it: a bulky white nappy. One that rustled embarrassingly with every step.
âThis is ridiculous,â Ellie hissed as her mum helped her into the outfit.
âNo one can tell,â her mum said with mock sweetness. âItâs just a cute little dress.â
That was a lie. Ellie realised it the second she bent to pick up her books. The hem of the dress lifted just enough for the unmistakable padding to peek out. She saw the glance from her neighbour. The double take. The stifled smirk.
Ellie turned crimson.
Walking through campus that day was torture. She heard whispers, caught snickers, and felt every rustle of the plastic beneath the frills of her skirt as a sharp reminder of what sheâd been reduced to.
But the worst part? Somewhere deep down, buried beneath the mortification, she realised something.
She kind of deserved it.
Maybe not the nappies, or the dressâbut the wake-up call. Her mum had always supported her, always tried to pull her back when she went too far. And Ellie had always brushed her off. Until now.
When she got home that evening, Ellie stood in the doorway for a long time before saying anything.
âMum⊠Can we talk?â
Her mum raised an eyebrow, arms still crossed. But there was a softness behind it now. As she felt the back her nappy
And Ellie, padded and red-faced, nodded. âI think Iâm ready to act my age again.â
As her mom patted the floor for her to come and sit down she unfolded a clean nappy Ellie looked on in shock please mom I don't need a nappy by the look of that soggy one its exactly what you need.
Look at her. Isn't she the most precious thing you've ever seen?
Daddy's silly little Pouty Princess.
Would you believe me if I told you she used to be a lawyer? And not just any lawyerâshe was a bulldog. Men twice her age would groan whenever she confidently waltzed into the courtroom.
If only they could see her now.
I'm sure it's frustrating for her. She used to argueâand winâcases in front of federal judges. Now she can't even convince Daddy to stay up past her bedtime.
The best part is she still tries to argue her case to me like the lawyer she was. As if she has any use for logic and cunning anymore.
I stand there, grinning, as she makes her case. It's just so entertaining. Watching her use all that legal training and experience to stay up past 8 is just...perfect.
"Daddy, this 8 PM bedtime is arbitrary and capricious, decided unilaterally by you without any input from me. It violates my right to due process and, therefore, must be moved to 9 PM."
I love the juxtaposition of it allâall those fancy, serious words neatly packaged in clever arguments. It's impressive.
Well, it would be if she wasn't doing it in a soggy diaper, with a paci dangling from her shirt. Her feet stomping, arms flailing wildly.
"You're adorable, counselor. But no," I say, booping her nose and sliding her paci in her mouth.
She's so unserious now.
How could I possibly take someone like her seriously? I meanâŠshe wears diapers. She has a bedtime. She writes with crayons, for heaven's sake.
Crayons!
Then, when she inevitably doesn't get her way, she huffs and she puffs, throwing the most adorable tantrums you've ever seen.
And they are tantrums. No different from the tantrums you'd find in every daycare across the globe.
That's the magic of diapers.
Nobody, not even my once powerful lawyer, can be taken seriously when they're squatting behind the couch making pushies.
She's not staying up past her bedtime. Nothing she says will change that. Besides, she needs her sleep.
She has a big day tomorrow. She's arguing before her Royal Stuffies Court, and it may be her biggest case yet!
Despite your best efforts, a tiny smile crept across your faceâeven as your older sister lifted the back of your dress, exposing your messy diaper to the room.
âUt oh, I think our little diaper girl made a poopoo! Yes, she did!â
And youâve never been happier.
For as long as you can remember, youâve been drawn to the thick, crinkly, and delightfully comforting padding of diapers. You couldnât help it. You couldnât explain it.
Life was just better in a soggy diaper.
Yet, you always hid your shameful lust for diapers. Forced to fill your diapers in utter privacy.
Not anymore.
There is no going back.
Now everyoneâyour family, friends, and coworkersâknows youâre just a diaper girl. Every time they see you, they expect a thick, poofy, and most likely wet diaper between your legs.
Nothing makes you happier than seeing their eyes drift down, searching for your diaper bulge. Or those pitiful looks only reserved for a poor 25-year-old girl trapped in diapers.
For all they know, you canât help it. You need your diapers.
You know the truth.
All those embarrassing accidents were part of your plan. To lock yourself into diapers.
To expose yourself as a diaper girl.
Sure, it was embarrassing to mess your panties in the middle of Thanksgiving dinner. Or when you peed your pants at the Taylor Swift concert with your sisters.
But it was all worth it for this.
Nobody doubts why you're in diapers anymore.
âOh good,â your younger sister says, hugging her two young daughters, âIâm proud of you two for keeping your pull-ups clean when Auntie Maria is still pooping her diapies!â
You blush, letting the humiliation wash over you.
That subtle, condescending humiliation you crave.
The humiliation your sisters are all too happy to provide. Because you, the golden child, are back in diapers.
âStop teasing Maria, girls,â your mom scolds.
She looks at you with the same expression youâd expect from seeing a baby duck covered in oil, needing rescue. âWhy donât you go change your diaper, sweetheart?â
A pitiful look for a helpless diaper girl in a poopy diaper.
You oblige, grabbing your diaper bag. Doing your best to hide a smile.
As you reach the top of the stairs, your mom shouts, âLet me know if you need help, honey! I know messy diapers can be tricky!â
Exposing yourself as the diaper girl you are was the best decision youâve ever made in your life.
soooooo, in addition to being years late to the party i am also *really* not good at this whole quick cut video thing. but for my dear tumblr friends, i try!
what's underneath? what's always underneath? you guessed it... đ
PS. Imagine if this is how checks had to be done. omg. no gentle pats. or subtle waistband peeks. just a stern demand and a requisite pant rip-off for all to see. i am actually blushing. why brain, WHY must you operate like this!?
đșđ°đ¶ used to be a pro-domme?? lol, lmao even. what do you think your former subs would say if they could see you now, humping those ridiculous overfilled diapers? đ
đ«Łđ«Łđ«Ł a few of them know and they laughed at me...
