OH MY GOD SO NO FUCKIN BULLSHIT I SWEAR To GOD. I reblogged this an hour ago and IM NOT Lying My Tax Refund which I did in late march popped into my Bank Account, and it was a Decent sized amount……
WHAT THE FUCK Is THIS MAGIC!??!?!?! Im trying this again IM NOT BSing hahahaha thats actually pretty cool xD
Lexye was the most popular girl at her school, standing at 5'4, with beautiful brunette hair, and slim figure and every guy drooling over her, she could pretty much get whatever she wanted.
However, there was one guy specifically that she could never impress enough to get him to ask her out, Taylor. Luckily, his best friend was her little brother, Daniel, who was two years younger than her which gave her more opportunities to see him.
Fast forward 4 months and Lexye could be found in her playpen, sucking on her pacifier in only her dirty diaper and socks. "You might be wondering, 'how does the most popular girl in school end up back in a dirty pampers?"
It all started right before the end of her junior year of high school. While she was increasingly popular, she had a deep, dark secret; she was an infrequent bed wetter. Specifically, around the time she was stressed. With final exams approaching, her humiliating secret once again became a reality. One evening her father arrived home and approached Lexye.
Dad: "Hey Lexye, I need to talk to you about something." Lexye quickly sensed where the conversation was going and attempted to be dismissive to the impending conversation.
Lexye: "Can we talk later? I need to do my homework."
Dad: "No, it's rather urgent." Lexye shifted uncomfortably on the couch as she looked up to her father.
Dad: "I know this time of the year tends to be a stressful time for you and with your recent accidents I think we should address it."
Lexye began to blush at thought of her dad calling her night time issues as 'accidents'.
Dad: "I've left some pull-ups on your bed as well as baby powder and baby lotion for you to be protected at night. You will wear them until you're accident free for an entire week. Okay, sweetheart?"
Lexye: "DAD! I'm not wearing diapers! I'm 17 years old and almost a senior in high school!"
Dad: "While that may be true, you aren't acting like it wetting your bed at night. Besides, they aren't diapers, they are just protective underwear. Now this isn't negotiable, if you don't wear them I'll take away your car and phone for the entire summer, understand?"
Lexye's face turned red at the mention of being compared to a baby. Observing her options, she knew she didn't have a way out as her fathers punishment which was always strictly adhered to and rather harsh.
Lexye: "FINE. But only for a week!" Lexye snapped, quickly walking away and into her bedroom.
As she approached her bed, she found the Goodnite diapers on her bed accompanied by baby powder and lotion.
"This can't be happening. I'm 17 years old and the hottest girl in school and about to be wearing diapers again for the first time since I was a toddler." She thought to herself.
She shuttered at the thought of any of the many boys that thought she was hot finding out about her diapers, much less Taylor. She quickly blushed, "Wow... I just thought of them as MY diapers as if I'm a toddler or something!"
Lexye reluctantly grabbed the bag of diapers which had a picture of a girl younger than her age on them. She instantly felt the shame of being forced to wear diapers despite being older than the girl on the package.
Once she pulled the diaper out, she was again met with shame as they felt bulky. She then slide the diaper on and was met with even more humiliation as she began to feel the bulky diaper between her legs.
As she slide the diaper on she turned around and looked at herself in the mirror. The once beautiful brunette that had every guy in the school chasing after her was now diapered.
Suddenly her dad walked in the room.
Lexye: "DAD! I'm changing!"
Dad: "Did you apply the baby powder and baby lotion?"
Lexye immediately blushed at the fact of her dad asking about the particulars of her diapering. "It's one thing to have to wear diapers like a baby, but another to smell like one! I can't believe he's making me do this."
Lexye: "No..." Lexye's father quickly grabbed her and pulled down her diaper before laying her on her back.
Dad: “We wouldn’t want you getting a diaper rash now would we?”
Lexye blushed at the mention of her getting a diaper rash, much less the fact that she was laying naked from the waist down in front of her dad.
Her father began applying the baby lotion and powder, assuring that his baby girl wouldn’t get a diaper rash. After pulling her diaper back up, he gave it a quick pat.
Dad: “There, now you better get to studying for those finals.”
Lexye laid on her bed, smelling like an infant in only her diaper, feeling the cold feeling of pure embarrassment.
After studying for a couple of hours in only her diaper and t-shirt, Lexye was quickly hit with the urge feel to go to the bathroom.
The cramp was so strong that she didn’t even have time to grab her shorts to cover up her new infantile underwear.
Lexye quickly and carefully opened her bedroom door, assuring no one was in the living room. As she approached the bathroom, she could hear her brother in the shower.
She anxiously attempted to open the door only to find that it was locked. Lexye gingerly knocked on the bathroom door.
Lexye: "Hey uhh Daniel, I need to use the bathroom. How much longer will you be?”
Daniel: “Not much longer, probably 10 mins!” As he yelled over the sound of the shower.
“Shit!” Lexye quickly said under her breath.
“I don’t have 10 mins!” Lexye quickly thought as her stomach started to grumble.
Lexye quickly ran back into her room and shut the door, prancing around trying to ignore the pressing urge to relieve herself which continued to grow.
After 5 more minutes, Lexye was in a state of duress. “This can’t be happening. I can’t have a real accident in my diaper. UGH, wow, MY diaper... I can’t believe I just thought of it that way.”
Lexye was brought back to reality when another sharp cramp hit. She quickly ran back to the bathroom door, furiously trying to open it while desperately fighting the urge to mess a diaper she was quickly taking ownership in.
Lexye: “Daniel I really need to go! Hurry up!”
Daniel snickered to himself as he could hear the desperation in his older sisters voice.
Lexye: “DANIEL, please, please, please! Get out!”
Lexye was now so desperate she couldn’t care less if her younger brother walked out to find her wearing a diaper.
Abruptly, Lexye stopped tugging at the door as a muffled fart escaped behind her diapered bottom.
“Oh my gosh, oh my gosh… no!” She quietly said under her breath. She cringed as she could feel the consequences of her not so innocent fart in her diaper.
Lexye was frozen, trying to decide whether to run to her room and hide or continue to fight to get in the bathroom.
Before she could decide, a second sharp cramp hit.
Mmmmmmrrrrppphhhhh 💩
With her hands on her knees, Lexye’s eyes widened as she felt what was taking place in her diaper, letting out an involuntarily grunt as she continued to fight a battle she quickly began to lose, feeling her diaper slowly expand to accompany her mess.
“No no no this can’t be happening.” Lexye thought to herself.
If she wasn’t already embarrassed enough, her former infantile smell of baby powder and lotion slowly faded for a far more infantile smell. Her nose wrinkled as the combination found her nostrils.
Lexye never thought she could feel so embarrassed as she felt her diaper sag heavily between her legs as she had seen the many she had babysitted over the years.
Once the most popular girl in school was now standing in only a t-shirt and a dirty diaper.
Taylor: “Uh, hey Lexye…”
Lexye felt paralyzed, frozen with her hands still on her knees, regretfully providing a perfect view of her smelly diaper to her ultimate crush who stood behind her astonished.
Taylor theatrically waved his hand in front of his face before wrinkling his nose as the combination of baby powder and her dirty diaper continued to fill the room.
Lexye quickly turned around and froze, standing speechless as her crush stared at her in shock.
Taylor had always found Lexye attractive. Seeing her in only a t-shirt and underwear was something he never would’ve turned down.
In stark contrast, Lexye stood in front of him in a t-shirt and underwear only befitting to that of a petulant toddler.
Lexye’s mind was racing. All the times she had tried to get Taylor’s attention by wearing skimpy clothing or bikinis had never caught his attention as finding her in a dirty diaper.
How would she ever recover from such a humiliating moment?
Ich habe gestern das Wohnzimmer umgestellt :) Ich habe mich an dem alten Satt gesehen :) Und die Nacht hat meine Periode eingesetzt, euch einen schönen Donnerstag ;)
Still trying to fathom the “ground rules” that Alexis’ mother had laid out to me for her newly regressed 18 year old daughter that I was now babysitting, I couldn’t help but enjoy her newfound humbled posture.
Pictures of the events that transpired the night before continued to flash through my mind. Alexis, a girl revered as the hottest, most untouchable girl in our high school was in a pull-up diaper that she quickly affirmed she needed.
The humbling events that had taken place had not only brought her back down to everyone else’s level, but much lower. Her following of girls and guys alike had forever been jealous of the 5’2”, tan, brunette with a perky butt and breast were still ignorant to the facts that I now knew first hand.
I thought about all the other girls at our high school that were inferior to Alexis. At least they could act like young adults, well, not infants rather. They were out enjoying their Summer, partying, going to the beach in their skimpy bikini’s. Not surprisingly, they also had the undeniable right to wear normal underwear.
Sure, Alexis had to wear diapers for her night time “accidents”, but she too had also enjoyed these simple pleasures less than 24 hours ago, she had even modeled on several occasions!
I could tell that Alexis was battling the prospect of this. In contrast to her peers, Alexis set in front of me clad in a freshly changed diaper with a pacifier in her mouth to top it off.
I was unsure of how she would react once her parents left. Would she instantly go off, disapproving the fact that I was now her babysitter?
Certainly not, I confidently told myself. After all, I had witnessed her pooping herself. Even more, her dad’s talk with me afterwards verified her diaper-wearing was for good reason to keep her sheets dry at night.
While I wasn’t worried about her attitude, I was furiously thinking of what I should do now given what had taken place.
This was usually when I would put her baby brother down for a nap, so I figured it was only fitting that she did the same.
“How about a nap?” I offered after the long silence.
Alexis slowly looked up at me, her beautiful brown eyes meeting mine with her infantile attire remaining unmistakably out of place for an 18 year old girl.
Her pacifier precluding her from audibly speaking, she settled for a simple head nod.
Taking her hand, I began to lead her upstairs to her room; an act I had previously dreamed of doing for a much different purpose.
I opened her bedroom door and was shocked to find her bed to be an infantile styled crib big enough for her 5’2” frame. As I continued to scan her room out of my former and now new curiosity, I also found a changing table and a few of her nighttime pull-up diapers.
The items seemed out of place for an 18 year old girl’s bedroom, sorely noticeable among bras and thongs that lay on the floor, which served as vestiges from her now former adulthood.
Alexis stopped in her tracks, her pacifier falling out of her mouth as fast as her jaw dropped.
Despite it being circumstantially inappropriate, my mind wondered back to all the times I imagined walking up to her room with her, a dream that I was not alone in pondering. Now I knew how futile of a dream that once was as I picked up her pacifier.
I almost felt sorry for her. Her blank stare remained unwavered as I put the pacifier back in her mouth. The humiliation she was experiencing was unimaginable.
My sympathy led me to considering cutting her some slack. Perhaps even earning the possibility of a date after a return to normalcy.
“How about we get you out of those Pampers.” Alexis’ face instantly lit up as if I had given her the winning lottery ticket.
My thoughts redirected to the night before where she uncontrollably messed herself, forcing her mom to change her dirty diaper. Not to mention her mother’s stern rules regarding her two P’s, “protection & punishment”.
What if her mother found her with another stinky ‘accident’ in her in her pants? Her mother would be so pissed at me for caving.
My better judgement convinced me otherwise. Instead of undiapering her, I grabbed one of her pull-ups off her dresser and began to walk towards her crib. The hope that was formerly expressed on her face quickly diminished and replaced with a discontented frown.
For a moment, she appeared as though she wouldn’t comply, but in what appeared to be an attempted preservation of her remaining dignity, she quickly moved towards the crib, determined to let herself in rather than me. Every step she took releasing an audible crinkle from her diaper.
Once situated in her crib, the reality of me performing a duty only appropriate for a toddler again shocked me. I was about to undress Alexis, the hottest girl in our school, but rather than proceeding with what any normal male and female would do, I would be diapering her instead.
After unsnapping her onesie, I began to tear away the tabs of her diaper. I couldn’t help but admire her beautifully fit tan legs and overall petite body frame that she so frequently worked on at the gym.
As my eyes wondered, the sight of baby powder lightly covering the area between her legs brought me back to the reality that I was about to put Alexis back in a diaper.
As I finished applying the baby powder, I caught a glimpse of Alexis deep in thought, aimlessly starring at the ceiling as I began to pull her diaper up to her thighs, interrupting her thought as I promoted her to lift her bottom.
I was still amazed at how easily she fit into her pull-ups, much less her baby brother’s Pampers. Once her diaper was in place, I paused for a moment to appreciate how her diaper almost appeared too bulky given her petite frame.
I held back a laugh at the fact that she’d had no idea her dedicated efforts at the gym would lend her the ability to easily fit into a toddler’s attire.
As I snapped the crotch of her onesie, she looked up at me discouraged as she was again sealed back into her diapers that the last 12 hours had proved her dependency upon.
“Sleep tight. I’ll come check on you later” I said as I lifted her crib bars and began to walk out of the room.
“Wow” I said quietly to myself as I descended down the stairs. I just put Alexis in a diaper and left her in a crib to take a mid-morning nap, attempting to frame an unthinkable reality that I currently resided within.
After a couple of hours, I decided I should go wake her up. Before going to her room, I contemplated what we should do next. “I guess we could watch TV.” I chuckled, thinking back to my offer the night before to watch TV as civilized young adults.
I grinned when I found the cartoon channel, figuring it was befitting to her situation. I grabbed the stuffed toys her mother had left as well as some coloring books and put them on the floor for her.
I opened her door and found her slowly waking, her pacifier still in place. Despite the fact that she lay in a crib wearing a onesie with a diaper hiding beneath, she was still gorgeous. I began to wonder if I could get over her apparent diaper dependency.
“Want to watch some TV?”
Alexis squinted as she awoke from her slumber. Her eyes quickly windened as I reached into her crib and felt the front of her diaper to see if it was wet.
Honestly, I didn’t even think about the implications of touching an area that was previously forbidden. I guess at this point, I had accepted the reality that I was now her babysitter and checking her diaper was part of my job. Luckily (and somewhat surprisingly), she was dry.
I could tell she wasn’t amused as she quickly glared at me, adding a thinly veiled smile.
I led her to the TV where I had left the toys for her. Before sitting down, I noticed she was slowly gathering her barrings, seeming visibly unsettled and working up the courage to speak.
“You know this isn’t how I usually am, I promise!” Alexis began to plead.
“This is all just a big misunderstanding! And really only because my mother is mad at me for drinking.”
Her defensiveness wasn’t a surprise, per se. But geez, is she kidding? What suitable defense can you have at the age of 18 after involuntarily soiling your diaper in front of others?
I tried not to laugh, “I guess I just misunderstood seeing your mother change your dirty diaper last night too then?”
Alexis was silent.
“Sit down, I’m making lunch.”
Alexis defeatedly obeyed, sitting Indian-style on the floor. She appeared to momentarily concede to my slightly condescending, but factually correct statement. She regretfully picked up the coloring book and pencils and began coloring.
I left Alexis in the living room and went to the kitchen where I began to cook lunch. I remained amused over her petulant attempt at convincing me that her current situation was an anomaly.
However, I again began to think about how beautiful she was. Even while diapered, she still remained gorgeous. I always wanted a chance with her but her enourmous pride and beauty had forever prevented the opportunity.
Given the extreme difficulty of having both a bulky pride while wearing a bulky diaper, it seemed as though this no longer stood between us.
My mind wondered as I thought about the prospect of Alexis being my girlfriend, absolutely beautiful, but diapered nonetheless. “I guess we all make compromises, I mean it’s just underwear…” I thought as I continued to convince myself.
Afer I finished cooking our lunch, I suddenly heard an all too familiar muffled fart in the living room.
“BLLLLRPPP”
“Did she seriously just fart?” I thought as I questioned what I heard. Sure, the likely culprit had been put back in diapers due to similar circumstances in the last 24 hours. But before yesterday, any 18 year old girl farting in the proximity of others was not only socially unacceptable, but unattractive no matter how hot they were.
As I walked into the living room with our lunch, the smell instantly confirmed what I assumed.
Defeatedly on her hands and knees, Alexis’ diaper pointed up towards the ceiling as she again visibly struggled to stop herself from messing her diaper for a second time within 24 hours.
She quickly put her hand on the back of her diaper, serving as a last ditch effort to prevent the inevitable. If yesterday’s events hadn’t proved she belonged in diapers, she knew this certainly would.
I set our lunch down on the coffee table feeling as though I should do something. I started to walk towards her before hearing another involuntary muffled fart.
“BLLLLRPPPPPPPPPPP” 💩
Her diaper quietly crackled as it filled up with a mess she was so desperately trying to prevent; slowly beginning to sag just as it had the night before.
As she continued to soil her diaper, the familiar rancid smell of her dirty diaper blended with baby powder filled the room.
I could tell Alexis was doing her best to hold back tears, attempting to avoid adding to the babyish act she was performing.
However, when she saw me holding my nose whilst witnessing everything, she began to sob, utterly embarrassed at the fact that she had again messed her diaper for a second time in front of me.
Moments earlier, I had convinced myself of pursuing Alexis despite her newly realized dependency on diapers. Yet the sight of the beautiful 18 year old girl sitting on the floor sobbing like an infant in a freshly messed diaper easily persuaded me otherwise.
How could I ever date a girl that could accidentally mess herself in a moments notice? The thought of us going on a date had forever sounded enticing, until now, considering the fact that I could be left to change her diaper in the middle of dinner.
I shook the thought as a final fart escaped behind her already VERY dirty diaper, letting out an involuntary grunt as her diaper was being pushed to its limit.
Good Lord, seriously? I was shocked that she was still uncontrollably messing herself. My shock quickly turned to frustration considering I knew I would be responsible for changing her diaper afterwards.
At this point, I almost couldn’t believe she wasn’t doing it on purpose. I mean how does a hot 18 year old girl not only mess herself once in front of a guy, but twice?
Alexis’ face was once again beat red after I accidentally let out a disgusted “Ugh” in response to the smell that continued to intensify, permeating through the entire living room.
Out of frustration, I decided her diaper change would wait until after lunch.
With a stern tone of disappointment, I finally spoke up, “Let’s eat lunch”. Alexis peered at me as tears continued to roll down her checks with an unmistakable look of disappointment that she wouldn’t yet be freed from the messy prison that she wore.
As I picked her up by her armpits I was reminded of just how petite she truly was.
I carried her to her baby brother’s high chair in the kitchen and slowly set her down, quickly noticing her sobs turn to a disgusted cringe as her messy diaper met the seat.
“I’ll change your diaper after you’re finished with your lunch.”
Alexis’ attention shifted away from her soiled diaper squishing beneath her as she realized she would now be stuck dealing with it while eating.
“No! Steve! Get this thing off of me now!”
I ignored her desperate pleas and set her lunch in front of her before grabbing mine and sitting at the dinner table.
My lack of response again provoked Alexis.
“Steve!”
“Yes?”
“Please change me. This is gross!”
“Yes, it is, and it’ll be equally gross when I have to change you, so maybe you should’ve thought about that before you decided to mess your diaper.”
Her fussy attitude began to frustrate me. She thinks it’s gross? Of course it is! Dirty diapers are gross enough for toddlers, much less an 18 year old! I had heard enough and decided to retrieve her pacifier that had fallen out while she was blowing out her diaper.
As I got up and began to walk in the living room, she again attempted to defend herself.
“No! Ugh, Steve! It was an accident!” Alexis strongly declared as I was returning from the living room.
“My mom gave me coffee this morning and it upset my stoma…” Her pacifier silencing her less than convincing argument.
“Quiet. Enough with the excuses. I would hope it was an accident because I have no idea why you’d want to mess yourself on purpose. Either way, I’m not treating you any different than I would your little brother.”
Alexis’ expression quickly changed as she began to realize that messing her diaper was literally inexcusable in light of her petulant argument.
After a moment of coming to terms with her predicament, she resigned to a frown behind her pacifier.
I returned to the dinner table and continued to eat my lunch despite Alexis’ stinky diaper eliminating any appetite I had left.
After eating as much as I could, I noticed Alexis was in deep thought, anxiously waiting to be relieved of the messy diaper that she continued to sit in.
After putting my dishes in the sink, I walked over to what was formerly Alexis’ little brother’s high chair.
“I’ll take this pacifier out as long as you will eat your lunch. No complaining or excuses or you’ll be punished, understood?”
Alexis refused to make eye contact but compromised with another half-hearted head nod. After removing her pacifier, she defiantly looked up at me.
“Eat up.”
“Steve, get me out of this diaper right now!” She squealed, continuing to accurately play her role as an adult toddler.
“Well punishment it is.” I said flippantly, completely unsure of what that would entail.
I began contemplating what punishment would most effectively get my point across. I had spanked her brother plenty of times, but given that she was on the verge of a blowout, I doubted that would be practical.
Then it hit me, she would do anything to avoid her public persona being damaged. She frequently posted pictures on her Instagram of her in beautiful outfits or out with friends to fuel her public reputation.
“We’re going to take a trip to the park. I’m sure you’ll be able to find plenty of others there that can’t keep their diapers clean either.”
“You wouldn’t.” Alexis said sternly, almost as if it were a dare.
I unsnapped the table tray on the high chair and picked her up, regrettably placing her diapered bottom under my arm, feeling it’s contents slowly spread.
“Let’s get you changed into some appropriate clothing for our trip.”
Alexis continued fuss as I carried her back up to her room where I located the clothes her mother had bought earlier that day.
After setting her down on the floor, I looked through the bag and found a babyish pinafore.
“This will do.”
“Steve no please! I can’t go outside in that while wearing a…” She paused, realizing what she was about to say.
“Go on. Wearing a what…?”
“Steve I’ll do anything. I know you like me, let’s go on a date or something.”
“Well that’s presumptuous isn’t it? I may have liked you at some point, but I’m not interested in dating an adult toddler.”
My comment cut through Alexis’ pride like a hot knife in butter, but it didn’t deter her from trying to dissuade me.
I began to take her onesie off to replace it with the pinafore that would do little to hide her stinky diaper.
While putting the pinafore on her, she again continued to protest. Only this time, her comment caught me off guard.
“Hang on… what if we stayed her and you changed me and I did something for you.” She said with a devious grin.
I won’t lie, it was tempting no matter if she was confined to a dirty diaper or not.
I paused to think about it, which Alexis noticed and quickly tried to take advantage of my indecision.
“Come on Steve.” She said arousingly as she leaned forward and began to reach for my pants.
“Just relax, we don’t need to go anywhere.” She stated, again with her sexy smile as she began to unzip my jeans.
I grabbed her petite hand while motioning for her to stop, “Time to go.”
“Seriously, Steve? Please just let me…” I placed my finger on her lips silencing her once again before replacing with another pacifier.
“Suck on this instead”
Her expression was priceless. Alexis likely never thought she would see a day where a guy turned her down for anything, much less a blow job.
After I finished dressing her, I carried her and her brother to my truck, strapping both of them into car seats.
Alexis appeared uncomfortable after I had snapped the belt between her thighs which was certain to squish the contents of her very full diaper.
As Steve started driving to the park, he could see Alexis in his rear view mirror defeatedly looking out of the window.
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“I can’t believe he said no to me giving him a blow job.” I thought to myself. The thought was so surprising that it temporarily took my mind off the fact that I was in a car seat headed to a public park in a very stinky diaper.
“Why did he say no?” He’s always liked me hasn’t he? Does he seriously not like me now because of…” I paused as looked down to examine the state of my diaper, only to find that it had turned a disgusting shade of brown, making me realize I was in the midst of uncontrollably wetting myself.
“What?!” I loudly said under my breath.
“What is it?” Steve asked before peering in his rear view mirror to find me starring in disbelief at the diaper I was wetting.
Judging by the look on his face, he figured it out.
“You’re a mess… literally.”
To say it was embarrassing doesn’t do it justice. Yes, I had nighttime accidents, and yes, I had had a couple of small accidents while drinking, but at least I knew I had to go. Not only had I not noticed that I needed to go, I didn’t even realize I had wet myself until it was too late.
So here I am, in the back seat of Steve’s truck, formerly nothing more than a boy who had a crush on me, now a boy who turned me down, all the while sitting next to my toddler little brother strapped into a car seat sitting in an already messy diaper that I just wet without knowing.
My heart began to race as we turned into the parking lot. Being in a dirty diaper was, in-of-itself, unbelievably embarrassing. The thought of being in a dirty diaper in public was terrifying.
“You’re lucky I’m nice.”
Steve’s comment seemed all but real. How was he ‘nice’? He was about to take me in public while I’m like…this!
“I brought your diaper bag. I’m going to change you before we go into the park.” Steve said while looking at me in his rear view mirror.
I was conflicted. I would be out of my filth which I desperately desired, but put back in another diaper… and then going into public.
Then reality hit me. “He’s going to change my…” I could hardly even say it in my own mind, “… dirty diaper in public!?”
“Steve, can we please do this somewhere private? Pleaseeee?” I begged as if my life depended on it.
Rather than give me an answer, he got out of the car and walked over to my door.
“Steve, what are you doing? Please don’t do…” for the third time today, he again pacified me, silencing me like an annoying toddler.
He lifted me out of the car seat, exposing my brown stained diaper to any onlookers in the process while carrying me to the back of his truck.
After unlatching his tailgate and laying me down on the changing mat, he lifted up my pinafore to examine my thoroughly messed diaper.
“Really pushed this one to the limit.” His embarrassing comment paled in comparison to the fact that I was about to of receive a diaper change in public at the age of 18.
As he I felt him tear the sides of my pull-up, I gagged as the smell of my infantile accidents imenated through the air. The sun beating down on me, I sheepishly peered down seeing past my flat stomach to see my poop covered private’s.
“Relax.” Steve commanded as he grabbed the first of many baby wipes.
“How the hell am I supposed to relax!? You have me exposed for all humanity to see me receiving a diaper change!” I screamed in my head.
He began to work away at my bottom with the baby wipes for what seemed like entirnity.
The park was busy that day. As I lay on my back receiving a diaper change that I desperately needed, I anxiously looked up to see if anyone was watching.
I saw a group of girls in binkins that looked to be a little younger than me, hanging out with some cute boys which made me burn with anger as I began to compare myself to them.
There they were happily enjoying their freedoms and here I was, getting my diaper changed by a boy that just rejected me giving him a blowjob. Oh wait, it gets better? Yes, and I’m now getting a fresh diaper put on me.
How would any boy ever be interested in a girl that’s been put back in diapers? Hmm, who should I go out with, a girl in sexy lingerie or the pacified girl laying on her back getting her dirty diaper changed? Tough decision.
Even if a boy was interested, he’d be fortunate enough to learn I have a babysitter or witness my parents or Steve checking my diaper to make sure it’s still clean. Uhh you’re in diapers? Yeah, no thanks.
Steve closed the tailgate of his truck and led my brother and I into to the park. As I walked, I tried my best to keep my short dress down so no one could see my diaper. I couldn’t help but anxiously look around to make sure no one was there that I knew.
“You guys go play, I’ll sit over here.” Steve said to my brother and I as he motioned towards the playground.
“You can’t be serious.” I said sternly.
“Didn’t think I was serious when I said we were going to the park either.”
“Damnit” I thought to myself as I defiantly turned away from him and decided to find something to climb.
It wasn’t long after I climbed through some of the stuff at the playground that I heard a few chuckles only to realize my pinafore had ridden up, now exposing my diaper to any onlookers behind me.
“Shit!” I said under my breath as I quickly tried to maneuver myself to cover my bottom.
“Mommy, why is she wearing a diaper?” I heard a kid ask his mom in the distance.
This day can’t get any more embarrassing. I’ve had multiple accidents, been turned down by an inferior boy 2 years younger than me, had my diaper changed in public, and now am getting mocked by petulant children who just saw my diaper while playing at a playground.
What happened next proved me wrong, however. With my diaper still on display, I turned around to find Steve talking to someone, motioning towards me in the distance.
That someone happened to be Taylor, the only boy at our high school that I’ve ever thought might be good enough for me.
TO BE CONTINUED
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Hypnosis, ha. That’s rich. Its absolute pseudo-science, mumbo-jumbo, but… that’s not to say it doesn’t lack use. Inspiration. Who wouldn’t want total suggestibility and control over another. So many applications.
That’s where MRDL12 comes in. An enzyme that competitively inhibits the brains ability to deny suggestions and orders. It leaves the subject in a state of complete awareness and most adorably, frustration as their inability to deny or resist any kind of suggestion by an outside authority.
Let me show you,
This little bundle of fun is Meghan, she volunteered for the studies. Odd that she wouldn’t read the paperwork first, but… I guess anything to pay off student loans. Human testing takes years, the drug basically works, so at this point we are just going through the motions, but there are another 2 or 3 years of trials that have to be conducted before approval. So why the diapers? Well, we needed something that no self respecting adult would ever agree to, so as to guarantee the validity of our results.
And let me tell you, the proof was in the denial the first time she realized where she’d be spending the next few years. Now we know, she is not happy, and she is consciously fighting this.
“So Meggie, what are you wearing? Please be age appropriate”
“….. diapurs.”
“Very good, and what do you do with your diapers?”
Megan gritted her teeth
“Fill them”
“ohh…. oh… I see.. would you mind, showing us where you go number one?”
Megan’s hand shakily pointing to the front of her thick diaper.
“Uh uh uh… I mean show us”
“but…” a loud hiss accompanying her distress, the thirsty cotton of her diaper soaking it in.
“Sometimes we get some resistance like that, so we need to confirm using tougher measures”
Megan looked up defiantly
“Show us why your diapers are so thick”
Megan’s face turned beat red, she fought, resisted, and moaned, all while inadvertently entering a squat. She let out a slight squeal, followed by a long moan.
Farting loudly, she released a massive load into the back of her diaper. She looked up pathetically, defeated.
