*NOTE: THIS IS ALL FICTION - it’s an experiment, and I hope it’s as fun as it is in my imagination!*
You know, I never thought I’d actually enjoy it… but I did. The way he doted on me, all of the attention he paid to me. He was a good boyfriend before, but he was a great daddy. He was so cute and shy when he asked the first time… why wouldn’t I say yes, it wasn’t like he wanted me to wear them ALL the time.
…then I liked it. We’re what, two weeks in? I swear, they’re getting thicker. It can’t be just my imagination… but I like it? I’ve never been more glad to be working from home, though.
I hate to admit it, but I think I’m starting to like wetting them, too. The bedtime routine he made up was kind of cute, but I’m starting to wonder if he wants me to be a bedwetter or something.
But that’s crazy, right?
For now, I don’t mind. I wear them to bed, I wet them for him, he smiles at me in a different way than he did before… and I like it. I feel loved.
And I don’t think I ever feel as loved as when he changes me. That’s what did it, I think… made the “wetting” thing okay. Part of me thinks he’d like it if I did… y’know… the other thing, but that’s crazy, right?
Totally crazy.
“Hi sweetie!” I greeted him, sitting down on the soft white blanket. He liked it if I were sitting on the floor. He didn’t generally even have to say things like that, I could just tell. “Do you like my new top?”
“Hey, crinklebutt!”, I said as she sat down on her white blanket. “Yes, sure! You know, it would only bother me if it covers more of your diaper. But less is definitely not a problem!“ I laughed and gave her a wink.
It made me happy to see how well she was taking her new rules. At first, she was so reluctant, but now she was sucking them up like a dry sponge. I really had to make sure not to push it too fast. But on the other hand, I really got the impression she started to like her diapers. Well, maybe that part was a bit unfair from my side because it is hard to not enjoy a magic wand on a soggy diaper - the poor girl didn’t really have a chance, oh well. Even her regular drinks in the evening right before bedtime are meanwhile not a problem anymore, I wonder a bit if she knows where all of this is supposed to go in the long run. But, yeah, if I plan on keeping her in such thick diapers at night anyways, she might as well get used to using them, right? Thinking about diapers …
“How is your diaper doing? It looks a bit soggy … do you need a change? “
I couldn’t help but blush at his teasing. The idea that I was wetting myself for him… it would have been completely unimaginable two weeks ago, but here I was, crawling toward him with a smile.
I took his hand and pressed it to my diapered crotch, letting my bladder go, feeling the warmth spread again through the already wet padding. Even the act of wetting was starting to become arousing. A wet diaper just meant another session with the magic wand, and it was so much nicer in his hand. The wand was usually too intense to use without something to mute it, something to cover it.
Who knew that a wet diaper was the perfect thing?
I could see the grin spread across his face. He was so much more confident now, the more power I gave over to him, the sexier he became, like I was feeding him pure power.
It was intoxicating. He had gone from a guy who would dither over what we’d get for dinner to ordering for me, and it was beautiful. Sometimes I thought he knew me better than I knew myself.
I decided to give him more, playing along with this world of his where he made the rules. “I don’t know, is that really a thing little girls like me should decide?”
I could tell I was driving him wild.
It was mutual.
I stood up from the couch and went down on my knees right in front of her, and started to massage gently her soggy, diapered crotch. Gosh, her moan was such a turn on.
“Well … seems like something else has a higher priority right now than a diaper change, right?“, I said, thoroughly enjoying the situation. Before she could give me an answer, I intensified my massaging.
“Are you willing to promise me something?“, I whispered in her ear. I had learned in the past weeks that in her current state, she was willing to promise me almost anything I wanted, so … why not take advantage of that?
I heard a silent “Yeth”, mixed with heavy breathing. I could easily tell that she was so turned on by now, her closed eyes, slightly open mouth and her body rocking back and forth betrayed her.
“If I let you make cummies in your diaper now“, I continued, “are you willing to go to the party later in extra thick diapers?“
“Oh god… “ his touch was incredible. I wasn’t even processing what he was asking me. Something about a party? Nothing was real in that moment, nothing but his hand massaging my clit through the thick, wet diaper.
I had been spending so much time thinking about my next diaper change that day that I was needy, incoherent, and on the edge of orgasm almost instantly.
“Do you promise?” His voice was gravelly in my ear, his beard scratching my cheek. His hand slowed, and I needed him to go faster.
I cried out. “I promise! Faster, faster, please.”
He obliged. “Good girl, you make me so happy… “
“Yes… yesss, faster, I promise yes… “ I rambled incoherently, a line of drool escaping my mouth as I laid back, moaning wildly.
Of course, he didn’t stop with the first orgasm. Of course not. His hand was replaced by the wand, coaxing another from me. Then another. He said something, I responded with moans and agreement and begging for more.
The world exploded, lights and colors in yet another glorious orgasm and I nearly passed out, flopping backwards, feeling him gently lower me onto the blanket.
When I came to, he was in the middle of changing me.
Into another diaper. And I was sure this one was thicker. I was too exhausted though. He was helping me sit up… I was drinking a glass of water.
“Wow… “ I panted, admiring his smile. “Just wow… “
…but another diaper wasn’t what I wanted right now. I was going out with the girls tonight, with my BFF, that’s why I got the new top. It was a party, a small one, but these were people I had been friends with forever. I wasn’t wearing a diaper, we were going clubbing after the celebration.
…now I just had to figure out how to tell him.
Today was a great day. Sure, on the one hand, I had planned to keep her a bit … let’s say … desperate in her diapers, because the anticipation of a soggy orgasm made her so much better behaved. But on the other hand, this was my chance to put her diaper training on a deeper level. I knew she really wanted to go to that party with her friends, and that was just the perfect opportunity: If she wanted to go, then she had to do it with her cute, puffy diaper bottom.
Of course I never intended to humiliate her or something, but it’s just a fact that an outing has a very positive effect on the overall diaper training. Once her friends are aware of her crinkly underwear, there is no going back and additionally, she has nothing to hide anymore.
“Looks like someone had a very good time in a very soggy diaper, huh?“, I asked her jokingly, wondering how long it would take until she realized that her party experience would be a bit different today.
“When are you going to leave, sweetie?”
“About thirty minutes.” I struggled to turn around and stand in this ridiculous diaper - it had to be three times as thick as the one I had just… enjoyed. Part of me was glad he wasn’t coming to the party, he’d tease me when no one was looking if he did. He’d made me wear diapers even out to the movies and the store lately, it felt like I hadn’t worn panties at all in weeks. It was just so hard to tell him no now, he’d put an arm around me and peek down the back of my diaper and I melted in his arms.
When did they go from being “the diapers” to “my diapers”?
“It’s a shame you can’t go, you haven’t seen Steff in a while and she likes you.” It was a white lie - but she’d love him now, she was into strong men, and my daddy was that and thensome. “But um, I do need to take this off - I didn’t even know they came this thick? It’s crazy.”
There was that arm around my waist. I flushed, but I was going to stand my ground on this one. I wasn’t wearing this thing out with my friends, even if Heather’s latest texts kind of hinted that she was in a similar situation lately.
“Sweetie, there is not really room for discussion on this matter. You promised me you’d wear your extra thick diapers tonight“, I told her gently, but firmly. To make sure she didn’t get me wrong I pulled her close, put my arms around her and gave her a long kiss. Then I looked straight into her eyes.
“You’re either going with your diapers on, or you’re not going at all. It’s that simple“, I continued. Immediately after I was finished, I could clearly see the effects of my last statement. She looked at me with a mixture of desperation, anger and excitement. Before she could make up a proper response, I said:
“You’ll be fine, babygirl“, and I couldn’t help but enjoy to see her blushing. I leaned forward and whispered into her ear:
“And if I am not completely mistaken, you won’t be the only one at the party who has a puffy bottom, sweetie!“
When I leaned back again, her face was full of surprise.
“What was her name? Heather, right?“, I asked with a big smile on my face.
How did he know? Was he in some kind of diaper-your-girlfriend club with Heather’s boyfriend? The pat on my bottom broke my train of thought. Part of me was screaming that I should fight back, to take the diaper off anyway and go get changed…
Submitting to him was challenging sometimes, pushing away those instincts. But every time I had so far, things had only gotten better. I had been so stressed before starting this little game with him, before agreeing to wear that first diaper.
But I couldn’t help myself. "I never promised…“
His arm squeezed around my waist as he whispered, “You did, in exchange for your cummies.“
I hated that word, it was so degrading, especially as he patted that ridiculously thick diaper again. He was right, I had promised, I could remember now that he mentioned it, now that the fog of need was gone… and while it wasn’t entirely fair, if I didn’t follow through, the best orgasms of my life might be taken away.
“Fine,” I pouted. I trusted he was right, despite the anxiety. It might be nice to have someone else to talk to about this. Heather had hinted, he had basically confirmed - he knew something I didn’t, and he had been right about so much along this little game. It would be really nice to share the good parts about agreeing to give up so much control with someone, not just the embarrassing parts. I just hoped Steff wouldn’t make fun of us. It would be easier if Heather actually was in diapers too.
“Good girl. You’ll be getting a reward.”
I liked the sound of that. With a grin, I waddled my way to the bedroom. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad, I could hide it under a long skirt, though it was a shame not to get to pair this new top with the plaid miniskirt that I had planned. I made sure to emphasize my waddle, to swing my hips wide as I walked - he liked that.
I laughed at the pair of silly, pink ruffled panties that waited for me on the bed… next to my miniskirt. I grabbed them and with effort, pulled them on just to see if they would fit over the absurd diaper. With any luck, it would muffle the crinkling - and between that and an ankle-length skirt, no one would even know. No one had noticed at the store or the movies, or out on a walk. It was funny how people just didn’t pay any attention to things they didn’t expect.
“Do these look cute, daddy?” I giggled, two could play at the cutesy name game - he called me babygirl to make me blush, I could call him daddy to give that same thrill.
“I need to see if I have a maxi skirt that will go with this top - I really want to wear this new top.”
I was surprised by another hand on me… I hadn’t said anything this time!
Before she had the opportunity to look for one of her maxi skirts, I grabbed her softly by the hips and turned her around. The look on her face told me that she was surprised by my action. I gave her a smile and a kiss to show her that everything was alright, and said:
“I don’t think that you need anything else to wear on top of your ruffled panties, babygirl!“
I could see a slight touch of panic in her eyes before I even finished my sentence.
“No way!“, she said in disbelief. “I can’t wear that to the party, that’s ridiculous … I mean, c’mon … you are joking, right? … RIGHT? … But everyone would know …“
The fact that I just kept silent during her monologue and continued to look at her with a smile on my face, my hands still gently resting on her hips, obviously unsettled her, so I said:
“Look, sweetie, you wanted this pair of panties so badly, although I told you it is too expensive to wear it just at home, do you remember?“
“Yeah, but I …“
“Hear me out, honey“, I interrupted her. “It’s clear that you can’t wear it just at home, I mean, you aren’t even supposed to wear anything over your diapers at home, right? So, that means you’re gonna wear it out and about, but I don’t think it’s suitable for work, a doctor appointment or a family gathering, right?“
“No, but …“
“So, you would rather wear it to a family gathering then?“, I asked innocently, knowing exactly that I had her were I wanted her. She knew now that she would have to wear her pink pair of ruffled panties in public sooner or later, and this was her one and only chance to pick the least embarrassing setting. Before she came up with an answer, I continued:
“That’s what I thought, babygirl, and trust me, no one will care at the party. Most of the guest will probably be drunk anyways, and I really doubt that any drunk person cares about a puffy bottom of a certain Miss Crinklepants, don’t you think?”
My head was spinning at what he was saying. His hands were so strong, so firm. His voice was filled with so much confidence. I found myself being guided to sit down on the bed, but when he stepped back, I reached for him.
“Wait… “ It was true that the rules of the game said that I wasn’t supposed to wear anything over my diaper at home, and he was right that I had fussed for the panties when he was shopping for diapers… he was also right that I certainly wasn’t going to wear them to any of the places he listed.
There was no way I weas wearing diapers to a family gathering or a doctor’s appointment AT ALL.
He was acting like I’d never wear panties again.
“I can’t go with no pants on. I have to wear something.”
His smirk sent a shiver down my spine, and I felt a new heat in my diaper. He was turning me on again already.
“Well, babygirl.” His voice was silk as he leaned forward, kissing me gently. I melted into him, into that strength. When he stood back up, my plaid miniskirt was in my hands. The skirt I had originally planned to wear. “I suppose you can try it on.”
Blushing, I played along. He wanted to see me in the skirt. I could change after, it was fine to show him. I tried to step into it… but I couldn’t pull it up over the diaper. I had to step out of it again and drop it over my head, laughing a little as I tugged it down.
“There.” I tugged again, wondering if the skirt was doing anything at all to hide the pink ruffles on my butt. “I’ll wear this for you now… but then I’m putting on a longer skirt!”
I was seriously undecided whether I should give in or not. On the one hand, I didn’t want to embarrass her completely, and maybe her pink, ruffled panties was a little bit too much. On the other hand, I didn’t want to back down either. Her diaper training was decided, and I knew I had to push her a bit. Her outing was inevitable anyways sooner or later, and I felt it would make things easier on her and her diapered status once her friends knew. We spent so much money on her diapers and outfits, and she became always very creative to find an excuse why she couldn’t wear them on this or that occasion.
“No“, I said, and she looked at me, clearly worried what ‘no‘ would mean this time. “I think I am very generous by allowing you to wear anything at all over your pink panties, sweetheart“, I told her strictly. “And just to be clear here“, I continued, “I am not even completely sure about that short skirt you are wearing right now. But if …“, and I made a small break to let it sink in that she shouldn’t be too sure about getting to wear a skirt tonight, let alone any further negotiations on the matter, “if you will be allowed to wear something over your pink panties later, it will be either that skirt or nothing at all, is that understood, young lady?“
Considering her reaction, that was probably a bit stricter than I wanted it to be, but I really got the impression she was cherrypicking when it came to her diaper training, and I wanted her to understand that it wouldn’t work like that: She wanted me to be in charge and to put her back in diapers, great, but then she wouldn’t get to pick where and how she would be wearing them.
“But this skirt is too …“, she started complaining again, and I could hear a hint of desperation in her voice.
“I don’t wanna hear it, babygirl“, I interrupted her. ”Look, you have exactly four options now. Number one, you don’t attend the party at all, we just stay at home, order some pizza, cuddle on the couch and watch some Netflix movies. Number two, you attend the party exactly like you are dressed now and have a good time with your friends, use your diaper like a good girl and everything is alright. Number three, you continue this discussion, in which case we will just call Heather’s boyfriend here and now and ask him how he will dress her tonight to make sure her diaper is hidden. Or number four, you throw a tantrum now, in which case you get a spanking and a very early bedtime. No party, no Netflix and no pizza.“
She looked at me with wide eyes.
“So, tell me, sweetie, which option do you pick?“, I asked her.
My emotions had been a tempest before, now they were a hurricane inside me. Every time he cut me off, every time he interrupted my objections so sternly but so sweetly, it was harder to resist.
I had given him so much, I had no idea how to fight back now… and I didn’t want to. But at the same time, I was terrified of what might happen.
His list of choices was itself an emotional journey. I sat down on the bed in frustration, crossing my arms.
But he grabbed my chin gently and forced my eyes upward as he talked… I loved it when he did that, it made me feel about three feet tall, and completely in his power.
Number one sounded nice, peaceful. Safe. But it made me sad at the same time. I hadn’t seen Steff in ages and I really wanted to. I wanted to go out, be drunk and silly, dance like an idiot and sing at the top of my lungs. I wanted to cut loose.
Number two was what I expected… until he got to using my diaper around my friends. My cheeks flared red and I tried to look away, but he held my chin tight and kept talking. My reaction didn’t matter, he was giving me my choices. I hadn’t thought about peeing myself in front of my friends… it would be so humiliating. I couldn’t!
Number three… it said everything. He knew what he was doing. He knew Heather’s boyfriend. Her boyfriend was dressing her? Picking out her clothes? My boyfriend didn’t pick out my clothes…
…but he did, didn’t he? I tried to object, he shut me down. Did I have any power anymore? I had been reduced to choosing from a list…
Number four… sealed it. He would spank me. He had before, and it had surprised me how much it hurt. I hadn’t expected it to hurt, I certainly hadn’t expected to cry… but I did. He reduced me to a puddle of tears before diapering me again and holding me in his lap.
And I realized then just how much I had given to him. I couldn’t argue, I couldn’t convince him. I was sitting on our bed in a diaper that he put on me, one that I knew wouldn’t be dry for more than 15 minutes. I had stopped holding it - what was the point if the bathroom wasn’t an option?
I tugged at the hem of my skirt, fidgeting as I thought…
…and I started to cry.
He wrapped his arms around me as I sobbed out my feelings, “I’m scared, daddy. I’m scared Steff will laugh at me, I’m scared she won’t be my friend anymore… “
“Aww, sweetie“, I said, hugged her tightly and gave her a kiss on her head. “If she makes fun of you for having to wear diapers, then she isn’t a friend at all, don’t you think?“, I asked her.
Between two heartbreaking sobs, I saw her shaking her head with a slight touch of defiance.
“Well, sooner or later you will have to step out of your comfort zone“, I continued softly, “because you aren’t getting out of your diapers anytime soon. That’s why I suggest you do it tonight, and I promise you’ll feel much better once you don’t have to hide your diapers anymore, sweetie. After all, you need them.“
“But I don’t really need …“, she began to object again. Before she finished her sentence, I put my hands on her diapered crotch and squeezed it. It was warm and slightly squishy, and we both knew that she had wet it just minutes ago, proving that she couldn’t keep her pants dry for more than 20 minutes. I looked into her tear-filled eyes and patted her crotch gently.
“You do, sweetie, and that’s perfectly fine. Use your diapeys, as much as you want, because that’s what your are wearing them for. Just accept it, it’s okay. And now I would like to end this discussion“, I said matter-of-factly, and I felt my message was finally sinking in. Instead of objecting, she asked shyly with a tearful voice:
“Uhm … may I … may I have a change at least then?“
“Definitely not, sweetie“, I responded determined, looking into her hopeful eyes. “Why do you think we put you into such thick diapers? To change it as soon as you peed a bit into them? Aww, silly“, I continued with a laughter and hugged her tightly, “Looks like you really have to get used to being back in diapers, huh?! This diaper is intended to last you the whole party, sweetheart!“
I took her head in both of my hands and gently wiped away the tears on her cheeks with my thumbs. Then I kissed her softly and said:
“Quit your stalling and put your shoes on now, crinklebutt, we are already running a bit late. I’ll wait downstairs in the car because I will drive you to your friends house.“ With that, I grabbed my keys and walked towards the entrance door of our apartment.
