Harry Potter and the ABDL Society (Chapter One)

"My favourite thing about summer is how the grass feels under my tootsies." Hermione giggled as she trampled her way through the forbidden forest, completely oblivious to the dangers that may be lurking around her. The last time we joined her and Harry, she had just grown to fifty feet tall, crushed a tower of hogwarts, eaten Ginny Weasley and shoved Professor McGonnagal down the front of her pissy, messy diaper. Just to name a couple of her more serious transgressions."Hermione," Harry said, trying to keep his voice calm and non-threatening. "Don't you think we should go back? You could have hurt a lot of people back there, you need to make amends, you need to make this right."

Hermione was shaking her head before Harry had even finished speaking.
"Little Harry should keep his mouth shut. Or he's going to be spending the day in the time out zone." She giggled, rubbing the front of her diaper that had swelled so much that it would probably take up a sizeable portion of the great hall. Harry could see small beads of moisture forming on the outside of it. The whole diaper was like a balloon between her legs.

Hermione was completely naked, except for her diaper. And as the setting sun streamed between the trees, she felt at peace. She had Harry in her hand, a squidgy, messy diaper between her legs, and Ginny Weasley was currently being turned to shit in her tummy.

"I've got an idea, Harry!" She giggled in glee as she reached into the front of her diaper, and after a couple of minutes of sifting through the tons (literally tons) of shit, she produced a traumatised, shit coated Professor McGonnagal.
"I'd forgotten all about you professor!" Hermione laughed like it was no big deal. McGonnagal, however, looked like she was ready to throttle Miss Granger, giant or not.
"Miss Granger, I don't know why you're doing what you're doing." She growled through bared teeth as Hermione held her between her slender, pale fingers. "But I demand that you return me to Hogwarts at once. I'd rather not have to spend any longer in a diaper full of your shit. I've dealt with quite enough shit from students in my lifetime to last me a thousand."

Hermione went to reply, but then found she couldn't conjure much of a comeback and instead placed the professor down on the floor and nudged her back towards where the castle was.
"We'll see you later, Professor!" Hermione shouted with a wave as McGonnagal wandered off into what was more likely than not, the wrong way back to the school.
"Now it's just me and you, little Harry." Hermione grinned as she absentmindedly rubbed the front of her diaper again, enjoying the light tickling sensation it gave her pussy.

"Hermione," Harry sighed, adjusting himself in her grip that was just a little too tight on his naked body. "We have to go back. We can't be wondering around the Forbidden Forest at nighttime, and we have things we have to sort out back at the school. We can get you help."
"Help?" Hermione cut in immediately. "What help do I need? I'm a giant!" She grinned and stomped her feet a little, enjoying how the trees shook around her and the thud of her feet carried on for miles though the forest.

Harry continued to look at her knowingly, hoping she would see sense. He was certain there was still a glimmer of that bright, sensible witch somewhere in this giantess teenage baby.
"Alright." She mumbled, kicking a tree stump out of the ground and into the darkening forest. "But first, baby needs a nap." She nodded to herself, not paying much attention to Harry's disagreement. Hermione lifted him up to her face and gave him a big 'goodnight kiss' which enveloped his entire face and covered him in Hermione's saliva, before stuffing him down the front of her bloated, soaking wet, messy, crinkly hufflepuffy pants diaper.

"Hermione! No, what are you doing?" He screamed as Harry once again was finding himself shoved inside a girls diaper.

Once all the crinkling had stopped, Harry had time to adjust to his surroundings. Beneath him was the squishy, warm padding of Hermione's pissy diaper beneath him, and although he couldn't see or feel it yet, he could smell that there was more shit in the back of her diaper than he could possibly imagine. The scent of it made him wretch.

"Harry," Hermione tittered. "You feel even better in my diaper than the professor did." She playfully rubbed her hands on the front of the diaper, enjoying the feeling of the sogginess squishing up against Harry and her pussy.

Harry had thought with a little patience and perseverance he might be able to get out of this alive, but once Hermione had squished her diaper up against him, he was forced against her piss soaked pissy, and held tightly between her hungry labia.

"There's a good little boy." She sighed contently as she lay down on the forest floor. A warm, pleasant sensation had spread through her body that made her sleepy and content. As she lay down on her front, with her head resting in her arms, Harry felt a load of her mess fall forward in her diaper and crush him under its weight.
"Good night, Little Harry." She yawned, before drifting off the sleep with her enormous poofy diapered butt sticking in the air.

*

"Yes." Ginny grinned. "It's nearly time."

The grin was obviously quite forced, as as this time the food that she had been surrounded by earlier had now been digested, and she was encased with Hermione's shit in her anus. She could feel the walls of Hermione's ass pressing on her, shaping the shit around her and preparing her for exit.
"Soon... Very soon..." Ginny smiled as she felt Hermione's ass push her further through her digestive system and closer to sweet freedom.

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Pokediaper! (Chapter 3)

Walking to Pallet town was beyond embarrassing. Every step of the way I had the gentle *crinkle**crinkle* of the thick diaper between my legs. It felt so alien to me. I was used to wearing dainty little panties and sexy thongs that were barely a scrap of fabric between my legs. This thick, padded diaper was a far cry from what I was used to.

Mom didn't really speak to me much after I had been diapered. She helped me pack my things and sent me on my way to Pallet from our house in Viridian. I'd been there a couple of times in the past to visit Aunt Delia and Cousin Ash, but that was when I was much younger. Despite living so close, only a trip through the forest away, my mother and I seemed to lose contact with them.

As I was walking through the forest, which was terrifying at the best of times, I heard a rustle from behind me. Vaporeon, who was walking alongside me, flared her fins and gave a low, throaty growl.
"Easy girl," I said, crouching down beside her and trying to look through the leaves for the source of the noise. "It could just be nothing."

"Layla!" Bug Catcher Rick shouted as he sprawled through the bushes, brandishing his net in his hands like a warrior with his spear. "I thought it was you."

My expression darkened.
"I thought the terms of our agreement were that you wouldn't speak to me ever again?" I said through bared teeth. I didn't really fancy putting up with this pervert's bullshit right now.
"Well, maybe I was just worried about you." He said slyly as he leant up against the tree in an attempt to be nonchalant. "I heard some commotion out here and thought I'd better check it out."
"Well," I huffed, mustering the angriest stare that I could. "You can go ahead and check out somewhere else. Piss off."

"Oh, Layla..." He purred, looking me up and down like he was drinking me in. "You have no idea where else I would love to check out..."
Before I could react, he had pounced at me and lifted up my skirt.

"No, Rick! Don't!" I squealed, trying my best to keep my skirt down, but it was too late. He'd already seen my puffy, white diaper. And his face was a picture.
"That's..." He gasped, dropping my skirt back down slowly and looking at me in disbelief. "That's a diaper..."

I grabbed my skirt and shuffled it back into place, my gaze burrowing into Rick.
"How very observant of you, Richard." I spat, squaring up to him while he cowered beneath me like the bug he was.
"I've been having bladder problems recently, so I've had to start wearing a diaper. That's why I had to run away after our battle. Is that a problem?"

Rick looked me up and down unsurely, beads of sweat running down his forehead.
"I...Urr... That's gross." He said before scarpering off into the darkness of the forest.

"Ha!" I laughed, pulling up my skirt and marvelling at the poofy butt beneath it. "So that's all it took to get rid of him!"  Vaporeon purred a little and skipped around my legs. No doubt happy to hear my laughter for the first time all day.

The rest of the walk was undisturbed, and soon I emerged from the woods into the small town of Pallet. It was a modest place, with only a small smattering of houses nestled in a bunch near the sea. I made my way over to the house next to what I remembered being professor Oak's lab.

"Hey there, Layla!" Delia cheered, opening the door before I even had a chance to knock. She enveloped me in a tight hug, shoving my face into her ample bosom, threatening to suffocate me with her titanic tits.
"My goodness!" She gasped, squeezing me even tighter. It didn't actually feel like she was wearing a bra underneath, and all I was experiencing was the supported flesh of her enormous breasts. "Look how you've grown!" She squealed.
"You seem rather big yourself..." I muttered dryly under my breath into her cleavage.
"Come in, come in." She fussed, taking my hand and leading me into her front room.
"Ash!" She hollered up the stairs. "Your cousin Layla is here!"

Vaporeon stood obediently at my side as Delia stroked her gently on the head. Shortly after, a boy came thundering down the stairs, wearing a blue jacket and a red and white hat.
"Ash," Delia said, "this is your cousin Layla."
"Hey Layla." He said bluntly, not even making eye contact with me.
"Hey Ash," I greeted, extending a hand towards him, but not even getting a hint of a reply back.
"Ash, can we have a word in the kitchen a second?" His mother huffed, before dragging him out of the room.

I was left on my own with Vaporeon, but my curiosity got the better of me. I put my ear towards the hallway and try to listen to their conversation.
"Now, honey, what was that all about?" Delia asked, sounding more sympathetic than angry.
"I don't want her here Mom," he huffed at her. "I don't want her to know my secret."
"Really?" His Mom sighed. "That's what this is about? Come with me." She said sternly, grabbing him by the arm and dragging him back into the front room. I hopped away from the door and tried to act none the wiser.
"Right you two," she announced, glaring at us both back and forth, making her ponytail flick wildly. "Obviously there is some tension here, due to your respective...problems. So I figure it will be best-" she yanked down my shirt before I could react. "-if we get everything-" she pulled down Ash's pants. "-out in the open."

As I desperately try to pull my skirt back up, as my thick white diaper is the only thing covering my lower half, I look up and notice Ash is wearing an identical diaper.
"So that's why Mom sent me here." I gasped, looking at Ash shyly trying to hide his diaper.

"You're used to looking after a teen diapers."

Oh to be Young!: Chapter Two

The journey to the Doctor's is long, and the car is filled with an unbearably awkward silence. I can feel my mother occasionally glancing my way nervously, probably wondering if I'm going to piss all over her car seats. Obviously, you and I know that won't happen without my say so.

I update my blog as I go. I took a picture of my pissy pink thong just before we left, and my followers are going mad for it!

"Come on, sweetie." My mom says as she gets out of the car. "Let's head inside." We've arrived.

When we get into the waiting room I can still feel my mother's gaze on me. I feel a little bit guilty about putting her through all this just so I can wear diapers freely, but my desire is just too strong to ignore. Drastic measures require drastic action.

"Jessica Hadley?" The nurse calls me to the Doctor's office after about ten minutes of my Mom nervously fiddling with her hands. I follow on behind her and try to look as downtrodden as I can.

I sit down in front of the Doctor, who calls us in warmly.
"Good morning, Miss Hadley," he greets. "And what can I do for you today?" He's a squat, porky little man with round spectacles on the end of his nose and thinning brown hair that's creeping back away from his forehead.
"Well, Doctor," my mother interjects before I can say anything. I keep my shoulders slunk and my head low. "My daughter has suddenly found herself without-" she clears her throat awkwardly. "-any bladder control. She wet the bed last night and has wet herself whilst walking about the house as well. I was wondering if you had any kind of prognosis."
"Well, Miss Hadley," he replies, not even making eye contact with my mother and instead looking intently at me. We can give you an X-Ray and look for any abnormalities there, but until then until we know the cause of your incontinence the most we can do is decrease the effects of the wettings."
"What does that mean?" I ask unsurely, although my heart is beating fast in my chest, hoping for the right answer.
"I'm afraid it will mean adult diapers for you, until we can determine the cause here." He says solemnly. I try to keep a grin from emerging and instead adopt a dejected, nervous look.

I look to Mom, who has her hand over her mouth in worry. She Is probably thinking how this will affect my life; my school life, my love life.

But in reality this would only affect what I wanted it to. She has no idea that I still have control over my bladder. I'm going to milk this as much as I can and get diapered 24/7!

As I think, the doctor goes out to a supply closet and returns with a cardboard box in his hands. I peek over the top of it and see it is full to the brim with white, crisp, poofy, crinkly adult diapers. I try not to giggle in excitement and give the doctor a hug. I can already feel my nether-regions getting warmer; wetter.

"Honey..." My mother says quietly. I can feel she's embarrassed on my behalf. "...I'm sorry, but this is all we can do for now."
"No..." I say, trying to seem as upset as I can. "No it's ok, I'd rather this than ruin anymore of my clothes."

My mother puts a hand on my shoulder in support. She can probably feel me trembling underneath her, but it's not from fear, it's from excitement.
"Thank you, Doctor." I say solemnly, taking the box off of him and looking down into it in 'disgust'.
"I'm sorry, Jess." He says with genuine remorse. "I wish I could do more for you in the mean time, but until I have some idea as to what's wrong, there's nothing else I can do."

*

The tests he discussed were just a small X-Ray and a urine sample, which takes no less than half an hour. After both of those have been conducted, Mom and I are on our way back home with a box of adult diapers on the back seat.

When we arrive home, the tension is unbearable. I contemplate taking the box straight upstairs, but my mother stops me.
"Right sweetie, I know this is awkward for you, and I know this maybe isn't how you wanted this to go, but I'm here to help you every step of the way." She smiles warmly and puts a hand on my shoulder before taking a diaper out of the box and unfolding it.
"Lay down one of those blankets, Jess. Let's just get this out of way."

Hold on. My mom is going to diaper me?! I shudder a little as I reluctantly; unsurely take one of the blankets from on top of the couch and lay it down on the floor. This was more than I could have hoped for. I envisaged me having to go upstairs and struggle into the diaper myself, but my mom was going to do it for me! I feel like such a baby.

Whilst my mom waits patiently with the diaper unfolded and ready, I pull down my skirt and panties, not really feeling too ashamed. With only me and my mother in the house it's not unusual for us to see each other naked now and then.

I lay down on the blanket and splay my legs a little. I've read enough stories and watched enough diaper porn to know the drill. I lift my butt a little and almost instantly my mother expertly slides the diaper underneath my peachy behind.
"And here was me thinking my days of diapering you were long gone." She laughs nervously, trying to break the tension. I try to look as fed up as I can, but inside I'm having a freaking party. My legs are quivering, but hopefully mom is just putting that down to nerves.

My mom pushes my legs down and lifts up the front of the diaper, covering up my pretty little pussy and making it twitch in anticipation. She tapes up the sides nice and tightly, making the diaper squeeze against my fleshy booty.
"There you go sweetie," she says as I sit up, trying not to giggle at the sensation of the padding beneath my pussy. "It's gonna take some getting used to."

I stand up and can't believe how good the bunched up padding feels  between my thighs. It makes me walk bow legged and makes it look like my butt is sticking out.
"Thanks for helping me, Mom." I say, before pulling my skirt up around my waist again. It does little to hide the padding underneath.

*

I blog a picture of me in my diaper almost instantly after I head upstairs. I can't get over how damn cute I look in it! I divulge how well my plan has gone to all my followers, and how after such a successful plan I was in diapers by the end of the day!

"Jess!" My mom calls from downstairs. I just finish drinking a load of water in my room ready to wet my diaper for the first time before I go to bed. But that's when I realise my phone wasn't up here, I'd left it downstairs.

As I head down the stairs apprehensively, I see my mother stood in the middle of the lounge, scrolling down my phone. When I reach the bottom step, she shows me the phone and I see my latest post on my blog.

"You have some explaining to do." She growls at me.

Oh to be Young!: Chapter One

I awake to the sound of my mother bustling away in the bathroom cleaning. It's later than I planned to get up, I should have been ready by now, but we have to make the best of the cards we're dealt. It's time to start the plan.

I concentrate as hard as I can, gripping the duvet in anticipation, and then I feel it. It's a trickle at first, slowly dribbling down my pussy, but it soon becomes a torrent. A torrent of piss that is soaking through my panties and begins to drench my mattress. I can feel it spreading beneath me: the warmness. It's intoxicating and addictive. I don't know why I never tried it before. This, however, is just the first step in my plan.

My plan to get back in diapers.

I try my best not to touch myself there and then as I feel my pulse racing and the sickly scent of my pee invades my nostrils.

The next step in my plan would be all about my acting. I lay there in my own piss for a good 20 minutes with the duvet thrown back so that my mother would be able to see it easily. When she finally comes in, everything goes just as I want it to.

"Jess." My mother says quietly, but urgently as she gently shakes me out of my 'sleep'.
"Jess, honey, you've wet the bed."
I slowly stir out of my fake slumber, convincingly rubbing my eyes and groaning.
"What?"
"Jess, you've wet the bed." My mother repeats, pulling my duvet off me completely and stripping it down.
"What do you mean?" I ask before looking down at my soaking wet crotch and the dark, drenched pyjama bottom that are clinging to my thighs, butt and pussy. I gasp dramatically, and pretend to start crying.
"There there, sweetie." My mother calms me, rubbing my back reassuringly.
"We all have accidents from time to time, just get changed out of those wet pyjamas and have yourself a nice hot shower, OK?"
"Ok, Mom." I sniffle, waiting for her to leave and then peeling off my sopping wet clothing with a grin plastered across my face.
"That's how it's done, Jess." I whisper to myself with glee. I chuck my wet panties and bottoms into the basket in the corner. I take off my top and let my round, 34DD breasts stand freely on their own.

I look at myself in the mirror and let out a little giggle. My brown hair dances down my shoulders in subtle curls that stopped just on top of my soft, pink nipples. From there, my curvy body and toned stomach run down to two wide, childbearing hips that carry my big white booty. My ass isn't huge or chubby, but firm and peachy. And very soon, it will be diapered.

After I finish showering, I put a fresh set of clothes on, including a pretty pink bra with a matching thong that creeps up sexily between my cheeks. However, I know it won't be staying sexy for long...

After I'm dressed, I sit down at my computer. The best part about my plan will be documenting it as I go. I have thousands of followers on tumblr, and they want to know how my plan is going!

'Mom took the bait, she thinks I'm a bed wetter! Now I just need to keep the shenanigans up and I'll be in diapers in no time!' And along with that I post a picture of the piss stain on my mattress.

I submit the post and head straight downstairs to see my mother. She doesn't mention the incident at all as I make my breakfast, but I do notice my pissy wet clothing whizzing around in the washing machine. Now all I need to do is instigate phase two of my plan.
"Sweetie, do you want to give me a hand with moving this stuff out of the basement?" my mother asks as I see her heave a large cardboard box up the basement stairs. This is gonna be just too perfect.

"Yeah, no worries, Mom." I say chirpily, practically skipping down the stairs to assist her. I pick up one of the smaller boxes out of the dark, dank basement and make my way up the stairs with it. I cant hide the grin that's forming across my face; ear to ear.

As I reach the door leading into the hallway, I stop. It takes all my concentration, more so because I have to make it look involuntary, but in less than a few seconds, I feel the oh so beautiful trickle of golden liquid down the inside of my thigh, spilling into my thong first, and then pouring over and soaking into my jeans. I gasp as it happens. The sensation of the hot liquid against my pussy and tickling my ass cheeks is overwhelming. But I've still got a show to do, I've still got to convince Mom that this is a 'problem',not just a result of my own exhibitionism.
"Mom!" I holler down the hallway, pulling at my jeans to get a good look at the dark, wet patch that's slowly forming between my legs. My pee has finished running down the inside of my legs and is now forming in a small puddle on the floor.

My mum thunders down the stairs after throwing down the box that she brought up from the basement.
"Sweetie, what's the matter?" She gasps as she shoots around the corner to me. Her expression softens when she sees me, and she gives out a heavy sigh.
"Mom," I say, faking some deliciously convincing tears. "It happened again."

My mother takes me into her arms, a big affectionate hug, although I can feel she's awkwardly trying not to make close contact with me for fear of getting her own clothes covered in her daughter's piss.
"Sweetie, I know you probably don't want to hear this," she says, holding me at arms length by my shoulders and looking deeply into my eyes with regret. "But we're gonna have to take you to the doctor's about this."

Result.

Pokediaper: Chapter Two

"Well I wouldn't believe it if I wasn't smelling the pissy panties with my own nose." Layla's mother scorned as Layla stood with her head lowered in shame before her in soaking wet jeans with blushing cheeks. She'd never felt so embarrassed in all her life.
"I thought this kind of stuff was behind us, Lay." Her mother said, the sharp edge to her voice softening a little as she saw her daughter in tears before her.

Her mother wasn't really angry, but she also didn't know what to do about her daughter's situation. This wasn't the first time Layla had wet herself, but it was the first time since she had moved to Viridian City, and was also the first time it had happened in public. In the past, Layla had mostly wet her bed, or soaked her slouching clothes when she got a little 'too relaxed'.

"What brought it on this time?" She asked her daughter, putting a reassuring hand on her shoulder.
Layla looked up at her mother with bleary eyes and red flushed cheeks.
"I won a Pokemon battle." Layla said, unable to hide the small hint of self-pride in her voice. "I took out that Bug Catcher creep who keeps lusting after me at school."

Despite the circumstance of Layla's victory, a smile crept across her mother's face.
"You're finally battling? Layla that's wonderful!" She beamed, wiping a tear off of her daughter's cheek. "It's nice to see you finally coming out of your shell a little more. It's a sign that you're growing up..." She paused while she looked over her daughter proudly. "...But this problem you've got, Lay." She added grimly, "We can't avoid it forever. We have to get you some help."
"What kind of help...?" Layla asked unsurely. She wasn't sure what to make of her mother's expression, but she knew it wasn't good. Exactly what did she have in mind? Tablets? Surgery?

"Go and have a shower. Change out of those wet panties and jeans. I need to make a quick phone call."

Layla made her way upstairs with Vaporeon following eagerly at her heels. She rubbed affectionately against Layla's leg as she got up to her bedroom.
"God, this is so cold." She winced as she peeled the soaking wet panties and jeans around her ankles, exposing her soaking wet butt and glistening pussy to the cold draft that was creeping in through the window. She stripped down and threw her bra to the floor, letting her bouncing breasts free from their prison, they maintained their perfect shape however.

*

The shower came as such a relief to Layla. The hot soapy water felt like it had washed away some of the embarrassment with her piss.
"Much better." She smiled as she put her bra back on and put on a fresh set of clothes.
She went downstairs to her mother, who was just hanging up the phone as Layla got there.
"Are you ready to come with me, sweetie?" She asked, taking her daughter's hand in her own and gesturing towards the car outside.

*

The car journey was surprisingly quiet, considering Layla had so many questions. Who was her mother speaking to on the phone? Where were they going? What was her mother planning?
Things became a bit more apparent when her mother pulled up at the Pokemon centre.

"Mom?" Layla asked unsurely. "What are we doing here?"
"Just trust me sweetie," her mother said as she got out of the car, arching her back a little as she stood up which emphasised her glorious booty. Layla took after her in most respects, especially in her massive, peachy backside.

"Hello, and welcome to the Viridian City Pokemon centre, how can I help you?" Nurse Joy asked with her usual overly-cheerful tone. Layla was careful as she walked in, as though she was afraid she'd set off some elaborate trap if she stepped wrong.

Nurse Joy leant over the counter with a beaming, rosey cheeked smile. Layla's mother stepped forward.
"Hey, Joy. I rang ahead about my daughter and her... Situation." She trailed off, not quite sure how else to describe what was going on with Layla.

Joy didn't break her smile, but instead turned to Layla and beamed even brighter.
"It's a pleasure to see you Layla, if you'd just like to follow me."
"Mom, what's going on?" Layla asked with genuine concern as she followed Joy behind the desk and to a door at the back of the lobby.
"It'll be ok sweetie, I've just gotta make another phone call."
"Don't you worry about a thing, Layla. I'm gonna get you all fixed up!" She said chirpily.

The room they were in was obviously where Pokemon (and sometimes people) were often treated. Hugging the three walls facing Layla were shelves with stacks upon stacks of medical supplies. Drugs, clothing, needles and the like.

Layla's heart sank when she saw the needles. She was terrified of needles.

"Layla, if you'd just like to take a seat on here please." Joy said, tapping a large operating table in the centre of the room. "But if you'd like to strip down for me first, it will make this much easier."

Shit. Layla thought, she's not going to operate on me, is she?

Reluctantly, and casting an unsure eye up to Joy every few seconds, Layla removed her clothes. She took particularly long in peeling off her panties and unclipping her bra. She didn't feel comfortable stripping down to her birthday suit in front of this stranger. Soon all she was wearing was the small patch of public hair above her pretty little pussy.

Layla hopped up onto the table under Nurse Joy's watchful eye.
"Right Layla, if you'd just like to lay back for me." Joy asked, whilst she started to rummage around on the shelves next to her.
"Restraints!" Joy hollered, and before Layla could react, four leather bands had shot up from within the table and wound themselves around her wrists and ankles, holding her down tightly.
"I'm sorry about the restraints Layla, it's just a precaution so that you don't lash out and I end up hurting you."

Layla couldn't see what Joy was up to, but she could hear the low hum of a machine as Joy began to work on her 'special region'.
"No! What are you doing?" Layla whimpered, imaging the enormous needle that Joy would no doubt be holding in her hand. Layla winced as she felt something make contact with her skin, something metal running up and down against the area above her vagina.
"Please!" Layla screamed, "just tell me what you're doing!"

Just as Layla was ready to scream again, Joy finished, and stood up straight with the electric razor in her hand.
"There we go." Joy smiled, giving Layla a light blow on the pussy to blow the hair away. Layla trembled a little at the sensation.
"You- you shaved me?" Layla asked, dumbfounded.
"Of course I did, sweetie." Joy smiled as though there was nothing strange about the situation as Layla lay there strapped to the table. "It'll make the next stage so much easier!"

What Nurse Joy produced next made Layla contort her face in disgust. Part of her actually wished she was just getting an injection. How would she ever live this down?

"Now Layla, I'm going to put you in this diaper for your own protection. Your mother says your wettings are far too frequent and heavy. You need something to take the strain and jeans and panties just don't do the job I'm afraid."
"There's no way in hell you're putting that thing on me..." Layla growled, but had little room to argue as she was so tightly restrained.
"I beg to differ, sweetie." Nurse Joy said darkly, unfolding the diaper. She took it in her hand and forced it under Layla's cheeks, making her jump a little and squeal.
"If you struggle it will only make this harder..." Joy said with a frown, expertly forcing the diaper around Layla's voluptuous behind and pretty pussy.
"Stop it! I hate it!" Layla whined as Joy finished taping the diaper on and gave her a little pat on the front.
"I'll just bring your mother in, Layla." She said as she left through the front door.

"Sweetie," her mother said as she came back in almost instantly. "I know this isn't ideal, but until we get your problem solved I want you to wear diapers."
"But- but Mom I'm a teenager, I'm not a baby."
"Yes, but despite being a teenager you still wet your panties on a regular basis. You can't keep living like this. But I've found someone who can possibly help you."
"Who?"
"I want you to go and stay with my cousin for a while: Delia Ketchum...

"...and her son, Ash."

Nurse Kate: Chapter Five

"What a naughty, silly little baby you are, Damon." Kate tutted as she placed a gentle hand on my shoulder. "Did you think I wouldn't find out? Did you think that somehow I wouldn't hear the plumbing shake throughout the entire house? And did it not occur to you that I might have you under surveillance whilst I'm looking after you?" She said, pointing up to a camera mounted in the top corner of the room.
"You're a silly little baby aren't you?" She laughed, stroking my cheek with her soft, gentle fingers. "But-" she added sharply, putting her hands on her hips. "-babies need to be punished when they're naughty, wouldn't you agree?"

I couldn't speak. I could feel my heart skipping in my chest and the redness flooding to my cheeks. She had so much control over me that escaping her clutches wasn't even worth thinking about. Without meaning to, I started to cry. Not a full on sob, but enough so that Kate could see the tears trickling down my cheeks.
"There there, baby." She cooed, taking me in her arms and pulling me into her ample bosom. My face was resting against the soft, supple flesh of her breasts.
"Now, mommy has thought of an appropriate punishment for you, but you have to be a big boy and take what's coming to you, you understand me?"

I nodded with a sniffle, enjoying the comfortable hideaway I had made in Kate's cleavage.
"There's a good boy." She smiled warmly.

"Now, as it has probably occurred to you, it is Sunday. Which means its Monday tomorrow, and you should have school. I was going to say you can get changed into your nappy when you get home, but as you betrayed me like you did just now, I think you can wear your nappies to school for a week and then see how much you want to disobey Mommy then!"

I withdrew my head from Kate's cleavage and looked at her in disgust.
"I can't wear these nappies to school at all, let alone for a week!"
"Well your internet history says otherwise. I think you'll like it." She laughed, sitting me down in my cradle and stroking my hair. She played with it between her fingers.
"But for talking back at mommy like that, I think baby needs another punishment."
I eyed her warily, and tried to hold a steady gaze. But my poker face soon wavered, and I cowered underneath Kate's domineering stare.

"I'm going to do to you what I used to do to my younger sister when she was naughty." Kate announced as she took a seat next to the crib. She took me harshly by the arm and pulled me over her lap.
"Take this like a man, Damon." She purred, stroking my little poofy butt and squeezing my cheeks in her hand. I could tell she loved the feel of my diaper against her hand, it made her feel so powerful over me.
"Now little baby Damon, I'm going to spank you. Nice and hard. Do you understand me?"

I started to wriggle under Kate's vice-like grip. I couldn't believe that such gentle hands, capable of being so soft and caring, could be so horrendously strong.
"This is what happens to naughty babies who don't listen to mommy."  She said with a delicious silkiness to her voice. I knew I was being punished, but I could still feel an erection growing in my diaper.
"Looks like baby is enjoying his punishment more than he lets on." She said, no doubt feeling my member pressing in between her thighs.

WHACK!

The sharp smack across my diapered butt made me yelp slightly, jumping under Kate's touch. She giggled, the giggle of a little girl, not a full grown woman. She drew her hand back again and slapped my ass again as hard as she could. I yelped again, already feeling my ass getting redder beneath my crinkly protection (in both senses of the word, it was offering me a little padding against Kate's onslaught!)

"Do you feel like you're learning a lesson, little baby?" Kate hissed through her teeth, right in my ear. I could feel her breath on my skin and it made me shudder. I felt so weak against her.

I was a teenage boy, and not a small boy at that. If I wanted to, I could pin this woman down and overpower her easily. But did I really want to? Either Kate was asserting a strong mental dominance over me that made me afraid to fight back, or I was enjoying this...

And both answers terrified me.

"Hmm..." Kate mused, as she looked over her prey, eyeing me like a prize she was about to consume. "I still feel baby doesn't realise the depth of what he did. He needs harsher punishment." She said matter of factly.

Without warning, Kate grabbed the back of my diaper by the waistband and gave it a sharp pull downwards, ripping it off my body and leaving me bent over her lap with my bare ass exposed to her.

"Yes..." She laughed mischievously.

WHACK!

"...much better." She said as she rubbed her hand against the slowly emerging red hand print on my bare backside.

Tears were running down my cheeks now, and dripping onto Kate's outer thigh as she administered another WHACK! To my behind.
"Please, Kate! Please stop!" I cried as she started to rub his behind again.

"Oh no, little man." She said darkly, whispering in my ear again. "Did you forget to call me 'mommy' again?"

Kate continued to rub her hand up and down my butt, caressing it, soothing the soft sting of her spanking that she had so expertly administered.
I gasped as Kate slid her hand up to my balls and lightly cradled them in her hand.
"Don't. Ever. Use my name again." She growled as she squeezed my balls in her hand, making me squeal and writhe under her touch; under her dominance. I could feel an aching sickness rising in my stomach from the pain.

"I own you, little boy." Kate said, giving me a sharp tug on the testicles.

"And don't you ever forget it."

Nurse Kate: Chapter Four

Chapter Four

"Now, Baby." Kate smiles as I writhe around beneath my shackles. The pain in my balls has risen to my stomach.
"How are you enjoying your nappy?" Kate grabs my balls through the thick plastic of the nappy and gives them a good hard squeeze. The pleasure in her eyes is evident. She's loving this; having a little baby boy at her mercy. I'm starting to wonder whether my mother really organised this. Kate seems to be having to much fun, not that I wasn't of course. This had been my dream since I had been taken out of nappies, but now that I'm back in them with this wannabe dominatrix overseeing my care, I'm fearful of what else might happen.
"Yes, Nurse." I say, and before the words have barely escaped my mouth I get a sharp slap across the face and with her other hand my balls are given a sharp squeeze and a tug.
"I'm no longer your nurse, baby boy. From now on, you will address me as Mommy."
"Yes...Mommy." I say reluctantly.
"There we go." She beams ruffling my hair with her hand. "That's much better. Now Mommy has got some work to do, so she's going to let you go now and put you in your crib for nap nap." She says, gesturing over at the adult sized crib in the corner of the room. I can't believe how different the basement looks now. The walls are plastered with teddy bear print and bright blue and pink, a massive change from the dark dingy place it was before.

"If baby needs to wet his nappy," Kate says, lightly stroking the front of my nappy before undoing to handcuffs around my wrists. "Then he has to tell Mommy. Baby isn't allowed to use the toilet, and if he does then he will be in a world of trouble. Does baby understand?"
I nod and then sit up, half enjoying the thick padding beneath my butt. It makes me feel about 2 years old, and with this beautiful young woman stood before me, I feel smaller than a baby and twice as ridiculous as one.
"Let's get baby to bed then." She smiles, taking my hand and leading me over to the crib.
"But it's not even night time yet." I argue, frowning so deeply I can feel the wrinkles in my brow.
"Don't argue with me, baby." Kate replies, eyeing me darkly. I don't fancy another smack to the balls so with a huff and a grumble I crawl into the crib.

Once I'm in there, I realise quite how comfy it is. I can feel that the mattress beneath me is covered in plastic, but wrapped around it is a thick fluffy blanket that feels like warm fur. Kate sits me up and puts a pale blue t-shirt over my head with a Pikachu on the front. I feel like a bit of a fool sat in front of her as I'm wearing nothing but a big baby nappy, but she gives me a reassuring, warm smile as she leans me back down in the crib and puts my blanket over me. I feel safe, and warm and protected, like nothing can hurt me as long as I've got Nurse Kate looking after me.
"Sweet dreams, little baby." She says softly as she pulls up the bars of the crib, sealing me in and making me feel even tinier, even more helpless and even more dependant.

*

Kate leaves me in the darkness after she goes, with a small blue nightlight in the corner that emits a soft glow that barely touched the edges of the room. After a few hours (or what I assume is a few hours) I feel a pressure building in my bladder. It isn't much, but it's enough to be uncomfortable. It soon becomes an ache in my belly, and I figure something has to be done about it before it turns into real pain.

Kate told me that I wasn't allowed to use the toilet, but I still reckon I can get away with it. She had said she was going out to do some work, and this is a frickin big house. Chances are she would still be a while yet. There was no way I'd be giving her the satisfaction of seeing me in a soggy, wet nappy. I still held the cards here, whether she liked it or not.

As quietly as I could, I slid down the bars to my crib and crept across the basement, being mindful of creaky floorboards, as well as the creaky steps as I made my way up to the door. Bearing in mind how big my house is, I'm treading extremely carefully. I don't know where in this house Kate is staying, but I do know that all the bedrooms are on the second level, where the toilet is barely ten feet away from the door to the basement. Without dwelling on it for too long, I shoot across to the bathroom door and sneak in.

It's utter relief once I get in there. It's a struggle, but I undo the top two tabs of my nappy and peek my penis over the top. I go for ages, not realising quite how long I'd been holding it. I give out a sigh, whilst trying not to be too loud. I dread to think what Kate will do to me if she catches me...

When I'm done, I tab my diaper back up as best I can and smile smugly to myself. I beat her. I beat her at her own game.

That is, until I remember the pool of yellow liquid that's still there in the toilet. If I flush it, it'll echo throughout the entire house, and if she is here somewhere then it'll practically be an alarm for her.
"Shit..." I curse under my breath. If I leave it there she'll definitely know I went against her wishes. But if I flush it, and she's in the house, I might as well be shouting in her face that I didn't use my diapers.

What do I do?

I must have been there for a lifetime, looking towards the door, then back to the toilet, then back to the door again. Then suddenly, without a single sane thought going through my head, I hit the flush and run.

I fly out the bathroom before I hear the flush go properly, but when it does it practically shakes the whole bottom floor. I cringe as I hear the noise and my blood turns to ice. She's going to kill me if she's here. I want to hesitate, to double take, to turn around and see whether she turns up, but I don't risk it. There's no time to lose, and before I even know it's happened I sprint down the stairs and am back in my nursery.

"What's the matter, baby?" Kate asks as she leans casually on the bars of the empty crib. "Are Mommy's Nappies not good enough for you?"

Pokediaper! Chapter One

Chapter One

"And so you see, class," Miss Shuka finished. "That is why a battle between a Haunter and a Rattata isn't really much of a fight at all."
Layla jotted down notes as the teacher spoke. She loved to learn about Pokemon. They were so interesting, and had no end of mystery and wonder about them. But despite all that was going on in the lesson, she only help but have her mind on other things...

Bug Catcher Rick...

The guy had been an absolute pain in Layla's ass, endlessly stalking her and sending her love notes and constantly staring at her. Most people didn't blame him. After all, Layla was an absolute bombshell. She had striking turquoise hair, tied up in a pony tail. She always wore tight jeans that showed off her assets, and boy did Layla have some assets! Courtesy of her mother, Layla's bust and waist were the perfect size; she was rocking a DD bra and a firm ass that jiggled just the right amount when she walked.

Rick took her beauty as an obsession, and there seemed to be no end to it. But today would change that. She made a deal with him. A Pokemon battle that would decide it all. If he won, she would take him on a date. If she won, he was never allowed to talk to her again, or pester her with love notes.

The only trouble was, Layla had never had a Pokemon battle in her life.


Sure, she loved to learn the theory behind it and study what Pokemon were and what they could do, but she had never put her Pokemon in a battle before. She only had the one Pokemon, her Vaporeon, and she told herself that she'd never put her through the stress of a battle. Vaporeon had been through too much already.

And yet, in the heat of it all, when Rick squared up to her and challenged her to a battle after school, she found the words 'yes' tripping off her tongue far too easily. She thought vaporeon would hate her for it, and yet she was jumping for joy at the idea, mewing excitedly and blowing bubbles into the air.

Layla reached down to her thigh, where her Pokeball was strapped to in its reduced form. There was room there for another five, but Layla never really had a desire to catch any more of them. Vaporeon was special.

"Right class, I hope you're now up to speed on Ghost type Pokemon, and how best to beat them. They're not an adversary to be taken lightly. Class dismissed." The teacher said, before walking out of the classroom.

Layla picked up her messenger bag and made her way out of the classroom. The vast majority of boys stayed sat down, so they could ogle at Layla's ass as she went. She was one of those girls that all the boys lusted after, but she didn't let it go to her head. She didn't use them or make them do things for her in exchange for a flutter of her eyelids.

"You took your time." Ryan said as Layla finally battled her way out of the classroom, squeezing between the hundreds of students lining the corridor.
"Geez, if some of these kids actually had some manners this place would be a heck of a lot nicer."

Ryan was Layla's best friend. He was a boy in the year above, and although the two of them had never shown any kind of romantic connection, they were a inseparable pair. He was tall, and strong built, like a football player, with short, spikey blonde hair and blue eyes. Ryan always said that he wanted to become a Pokemon breeder some day, that was his passion. But like Layla, he only owned one Pokemon, a Parasect.

"You can say that again," leading Layla down the corridor and clearing the way for her to get through the crowds safely. He looked at her unsurely once the two of them reached the back doors and made their way out into the Grove.
"You don't have to do this you know, Layla." He said, putting a hand on her shoulder. "No one would think any less of you if you backed out of this. You've never even had a battle before."
"So, you don't think I can do it..." She said, not sure if she felt angry or disheartened.
"It's not a question of what I think," Ryan sighed, "You make whatever choice you want, there's no right or wrong answer with this one. Just make sure you think about what it is you're doing. I don't want you or Vaporeon getting hurt."

Layla went to argue back, but couldn't. He was right, she couldn't put her Vaporeon in harms way for the sake of her stalker. That wasn't her Pokemon's responsibility. She walked out further out into the Grove, the open area of grass and trees that hugged the back of the school. It was a beautiful area, bordered with flowers and plants of all kinds. But more often than not, it was a battleground. A place where trainers from the school had a wide open space to conduct their fights.

Layla took the one Pokeball from her thigh and held it in her hands, letting it grow to full size.
"Go, Vaporeon!" She yelled as she threw the ball into the air and from it, in a flash of red light, emerged her Vaporeon. It purred and stretched as it was finally in a space it could move in.
"Vaporeon," she said as she stroked it beneath its chin. "You don't have to battle if you don't want to. I'll understand. It's not fair of me to put you in harms way for the sake of my own problems. I'm going to leave this one to you." She stood up and held her Pokeball in one hand, and in the other she gestured towards the open Grove, where the battle was to take place.

Vaporeon looked from one to the other, seemingly unsure. Before turning to the Grove, with a ready expression, and her fins raised like a dog's hackles. Layla couldn't believe her Pokemon was that loyal to her. Her eyes began to well up a little.
"Thank you..." She smiled, before wiping her eyes and grinning.
"Ok, Vaporeon, let's wipe out this little creep!"

The three of them, Ryan, Layla and Vaporeon, walked out to the centre of the Grove where there was a small crowd of people waiting. Apparently word of this battle had got out.
"So you decided to show after all!" Rick hollered from the School doors as he made his way out into the Grove. "I was under the impression that a Pokemon battle Virgin like yourself would be too scared to take me on." He tipped his hat back confidently and looked Layla in the eye.
"But if humiliating you is what it'll take for you to go on a date with me, then let's do it!"

Layla and Rick took their places at opposite ends of the Grove, Eyeing each other warily. Layla hid her fear well. She'd been studying Pokemon battle theory since she was five, but tackling a real battle was something else entirely. She had to tread carefully.

More people had arrived now, and at least a hundred kids had turned out to see this momentous battle. After all, if the creepiest kid in school managed to swing a date with the hottest girl, it would be a sight to see, and nobody wanted to miss it. Someone was going to walk away from here embarrassed.

The seventh year who was acting as a Referee stepped forward.
"The contenders will each use only one of their Pokemon for this battle. If Layla wins, Rick must agree to never speak to her again or contact her with love notes. If Bug Catcher Rick wins, Layla must allow him to take her on a date for a whole evening." The Ref looked both ways. "Are both contestants in agreement of these terms?" He asked. The two of them nodded, and the determination in their eyes didn't falter. Both of them wanted to win, desperately.

"Let the battle begin!"

"Go, Vaporeon!" Layla yelled. Vaporeon darted out from behind her and took a steady stance in the centre of the Grove. Bug Catcher Rick smiled, before throwing his Pokeball high in the air.
"Take her out, Scyther!"

From the Pokeball emerged a tall, green Pokemon with long scythes for arms. It made no effort to go for Vaporeon, but instead stood deadly still, watching it intently.
"Scyther, use Slash!"
"Agility, Vaporeon!"

Scyther leapt forward at the small, blue creature, thrashing wildly with it's claws, but Vaporeon dodged every hit, darting here and there, between Scyther's legs and out of harms way. Scyther screamed in rage at her.
"Scyther, use double team!" Rick shouted, hoping to match Vaporeon for speed. Almost instantaneously a group of ten Scyther's appeared around Vaporeon, who cowered in the centre of the circle.
"Now use slash!"

The real Scyther leapt forward and tore at Vaporeon, knocking her to the floor. Two large gashes appeared in her side. She staggered to her feet, trembling.
"And again, Scyther!"
"Vaporeon, use ice beam!" Layla screamed desperately as her friend struggled to hold herself up. With her last pocket of energy, Vaporeon turned to Scyther and blasted it with a jet of ice, cold enough to freeze Scyther into a solid block.
"Yeah! That's it Vaporeon!" Layla cheered, astounded that Vaporeon had such power behind her. "Now finish it off with a headbutt!"

Vaporeon slowly tiptoed her way to Layla's side and received a pat on the head, before building up all her speed, and launching herself head first at the frozen Scyther. At impact, the ice shattered, and from the icy mist fell an 'out for the count' Scyther. Layla had won!

Rick stood, mouth agape at what he just saw. Layla's puny Vaporeon had just wiped out his Scyther in one single swoop. His Scyther that he'd worked so hard on to train for this battle, the Pokemon he thought would be unbeatable in a fight against...well, anybody, had fainted.

Ryan was upon Layla before she even had time to cheer.
"You did it!" He chanted before holding her up in the air in his arms. Layla giggled hysterically. She couldn't believe she had done it!

The entire crowd was in an uproar because of her! Vaporeon trotted up towards her and was scooped up in Layla's arms.
"Well done, buddy." She said sincerely, "this victory's on you."

But as Layla stood their, feeling the excitement bubble up inside her, she felt a sensation that was very much unwanted at the time. Through her tight jeans wrapped around her voluptuous thighs, a large wet patch was emerging. Layla felt it run hot and fast down her leg, spreading and spreading, all the way down to her shoes. In the excitement of it all...

...she'd pissed herself.

Snap! [Chapter Three]

Chapter Three

Marie's walk of shame made her blood turn to ice and her heat drop in her chest. How did this happen? Why did this happen? And more importantly, what did Jasper have to do with it? These were all questions that would need answers. Soon.

"Thank you, sir." She said with a meek, tearful nod. Marie turned around, exposing even more leaking lines down the back of her skirt. As she walked, shuffling through her little puddle of piss on the floor, her soaking wet diaper crinkled and squelched. The entire room was silent, and stank to high heavens of Marie O'Sullivan's urine.

The moment the door was shut behind her, Marie ran down the corridor, crying. Her diaper was still leaking, as her bladder hadn't quite finished emptying yet. The soggy, wet plastic marital was squishing between her thighs as she walked, forcing more water out and adding to the trail behind her.

She made her way into the toilets and sobbed her heart out, not even caring if there was anyone in the stalls next to her. Her reputation was gone anyway. The board directors were bound to spread the word that their up and coming representative pissed herself during her presentation.

Marie peeled up her skirt, which was absolutely dripping wet by this point. She undid the tabs on her almost 24 hour old diaper and let it drop to the floor. It landed with a heavy thud. That thing was heavy!

With little else that she could do, Marie peeled down her skirt again, wiped it clean as best she could, and threw her diaper in the trash. She didn't care if anyone found it now. Word would soon spread, she knew it deep down. She walked her way out of the toilets, panty-less and puffy eyes from crying. She returned to her office, and lay a piece of cardboard over her chair so as not to soak it with her piss. There was no telling whether she could have another accident at anytime.

"Well, I think that went rather well, don't you?" Jasper asked with a smirk as he strolled into the office, a beaming grin across his face. Marie looked up at him, feeling her eyes become teary again.
"It was you, wasn't it?" She whimpered. "You spiked my coffee with laxatives."
Jasper's face dropped, becoming stony and serious.
"Maybe it was me..." He said, "maybe I've been putting up with your shit for too long, Marie. Maybe I think it's time that you were punished for your..." His face looked pained as he winced. "...Childish, bratty attitude."

From his pocket he produced his phone, and placed it on her desk. He pressed play on an audio track and a series of unintelligible nonsense came out. Marie looked at him, confused.
"What the hell was that supposed to be?" She sniffed, not understanding what was going on.
"That, my dear Marie, was a subliminal message. A series of statements that are harmless when played normally, but when the message is encrypted in the way that you just heard then, it becomes a powerful form of hypnosis. A hypnosis which you will now be affected by when given the correct commands..."

"...by me."

"The laxative was just the beginning. Now thanks to my recording, which I've been working on for a considerable amount of time now, at my whim, I can affect you in ways you didn't even know we're possible."

Despite her mood, Marie let out a loud laugh.
"You really think I believe in all that hocus pocus bullshit?" She laughed at him. "Give me a break..."
SNAP

Jasper snapped his fingers.
"Rub your tits." Jasper said confidently.

And yet Marie felt something wash over her, like a spell. And she found herself reaching up and grabbing her tits, squeezing them through her bra and lightly pinching her nipples. She moaned a little, feeling a sudden flush of blood to her nether regions.

Jasper snapped his fingers and Marie stopped, aghast at what had just happened to her.
"Powerful stuff, isn't it?" Jasper laughed. He was pleased to see that it had worked. He'd had faith in his plan, but you can never be 100% sure about anything. Now he knew that he had complete and utter control over Marie.
"Now, we're going to be having a fun few days, just to teach you a lesson. We'll see where things go from there. But for now..."

SNAP

"Go home and get changed into a fresh diaper, then I want you to come back here."

Marie had a strange sensation in her stomach as she drove home. She felt peculiar. She knew exactly what was going on. She knew Jasper had hypnotised her, and that he was controlling her at that very moment. And yet she couldn't stop. There was nothing she could do, but carry on driving.

Once she finally got home and got up the stairs, and took a fresh diaper out of her pack. She peeled off her skirt and threw it in the laundry. Despite her hypnotised state, she could still take enjoyment from her change. And as she pulled up the front of the diaper and stuck the tabs down, she felt like a baby again. And that's what she loved.

The question was, what did Jasper have in store for her?

Snap! [Chapter Two]

Chapter Two

The sunlight wasn't unwelcome to Marie the next morning. It all felt very natural and slow. It was likely she was gently being awoken by the morning light. She smiled, eyes still closed and stretched out over her duvet.

Squelch.

That's when she remembered! Marie looked down at her waist and saw she was still wearing her soggy diaper from the night before. Seeing the thick, squelchy (now yellow) teddy bears on her crotch and butt made her wet in a different way.
"Oh my..." She purred, stroking the front of her squishy, urine drenched diaper. "I'd forgotten all about you. Maybe that's why I had such a good sleep..." Marie stretched again, groaning a little as she felt the padding squash between her supple butt cheeks. She'd never felt such unrestrained pleasure as this in her life.

Marie rolled over, absentmindedly running her bare breast with her hand.
"How long have I got to play in my diapers this morning?" She giggled to herself.

Until she saw the clock, that is...

"0848...?" She said, bleary eyed and confused. And yet as she continued to look at the numbers they didn't change. She only had 12 minutes to get to work...

"Shit!" She cursed as she leapt out of bed and threw on the work clothes she had left on the stairs. "Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit." She couldn't be late again. She'd promised it would never happen again. Why didn't she set an alarm?!

Marie shot out of her front door at maximum speed, taming her wild hair that was determined to stick in every direction but down. If she was fast, she could still make it on time. But that was a big if...

Traffic was surprisingly clear, and whilst Marie chewed her gun to make up for the lack of toothbrushing, and applied her makeup in the mirror above her, she finally found herself pulling into her spot at work with a cool two minutes to spare. She'd made it!

"Good morning, Marie." Jasper said cheerily as she walked in the office at exactly 09:00 and sat down in her chair.

Squelch

"You've got to be fucking kidding me..." Marie hissed under her breath. In all the rush and panic of getting to work, she hadn't even taken her diaper off...

"Are you alright?" Jasper asked. Marie didn't normally engage him when he greeted her of a morning, he was used to that. But she seemed worried this morning. A little nervous.
"I'm fine." She said, but the sweat was building and she found herself trapped. There was no way she could get home again to change into her panties. And she couldn't go commando, because where would she put the diaper? She wouldn't be able to put it in the trash, somebody would see it for sure.

Marie adjusted herself nervously in her chair. The diaper had moulded to her buttocks and crotch now. It was almost at maximum capacity, and had become squishy and malleable like play-doh.
"I made you a coffee, if you want it before your meeting." Jasper said as he popped a cup of coffee on Marie's desk.
"Yeah, thanks, whatever..." She said as she began to madly fumble around with her paperwork. She'd completely forgotten about her meeting today. She had a presentation in front of all the heads of department! How could she do that in a big, puffy wet diaper?

Marie spent the next hour drinking coffee and preparing her presentation. By the time she was leaving to go and show it to the board, she was pretty damn proud of herself. All she had to do was try to make it less obvious that she was wearing an adult diaper. Unfortunately for her, she was wearing the same body tight skirt that she had been wearing the day before. As she left for the meeting, Jasper followed on.

"What're you coming with me for, cretin?" She asked with nothing but venom in her voice.
"I wanted to come and support you, I'll sit at the back and watch." He said sincerely, smiling her way. In any other scenario, Jasper would be seen as quite attractive. He had short, dark blonde hair, and a trim beard on a chiseled jaw line. However, when the only eyes looking on you belong to Marie O'Sullivan, you soon start to feel that you have no worth. And that's how Jasper felt.

"Now, ladies and gentlemen," Marie began as she stood up awkwardly in front of the board members, eight in total. "My name is Marie O'Sullivan and today I'll be giving you a presentation on our company's financial report for the last year."

The board all nodded politely and gestured for her to continue. And she would have, if not for the crippling lurch in her bladder. Marie shuffled uncomfortably from foot to foot, trying desperately to keep her urethra from flooding her diaper beyond breaking point. She looked to the back of the room and saw Jasper grinning from ear to ear. He looked down at her crotch then back up at her and laughed a little to himself.

The coffee...

Marie didn't know how or why, but Jasper must have put something in her coffee. A laxative or something. She could feel the unnatural pressure building up in her bladder. There would be nothing she could do to stop it once it started. She was screwed.

"Miss O'Sullivan?" The board director pressed as Marie was lost in a world of her own, wondering why Jasper would dare pull a stunt like this. She thought he was her friend!
"Sorry sir," Marie said, smoothing her skirt down over her diaper and swallowing loudly. Her palms were sweaty, and her bladder was fit to burst. "If you look at this graph, that represents..."

Flood...

The stream of pee into Marie's diaper wasn't slow. Not by a long shot. The piss came out like a tidal wave, flooding her already soaking wet nappy and making it bloat put further between her legs. Marie gasped, looking down at her crotch and seeing her piss start to leak out the sides of her diaper. She'd wished that the room had been a bit louder, but as it was practically silent even Jasper at the back could here to sound of her diaper filling being blasted with her jet of urjne.

As the diaper hit full capacity, Marie whimpered a little, and her dark patches began to form at the sides of her skin tight skirt. The pee trickled down her leg and began to run over her shoes, filling them a little as well.

"Director, sir." She said, tears running down her cheeks. "May I be excused?"

Snap! [Chapter One]

Chapter One

THE DAY WAS dragging for Marie. She was sat at her desk, twiddling the pen in her hand around her fingers. She had been there for seven hours, and fifty-six minutes. An agonising seven hours and fifty-six minutes. That meant only four minutes to go. And yet, the paperwork that she'd had been due to complete all day was still sat uncompleted beside her. There was a reason for that. And that reason was diapers.

Marie was transfixed, and as a result had neglected every ounce of work she had for
the day. She had spent the day reading diaper fan fiction on the Internet, and not only that, but she knew that at her house was a package of diapers waiting for her. She could barely contain her excitement.
"Hey, Marie," Jasper said, leaning across from his desk. "You got those files I asked you to check over this morning?"
"Huh?" Maria asked, barely looking up from her computer. She was reading a story about a Nurse who punished a teenage boy with diapers. "Yeah, yeah, sure. I'll give them to you tomorrow, leave me alone I'm trying to work."
"Oh..." He said, too afraid to press her further about it. And he had reason to be afraid. Marie was absolutely gorgeous, with long brown hair that gracefully brushed her shoulders, and settled over her curvaceous D-cup breasts. She wore a tight pencil skirt that hugged her hips and butt and drove Jasper, and everyone else in the office, wild whenever she walked in the door. She was an absolute bombshell. But as well as that, she treated Jasper like shit.

As the clock struck 17:00, Marie was already on her feet, bag in hand, and scarpering to her car to make her way home.
"See you, Marie!" Jasper piped up as she slammed the door to the office behind her. She didn't even look his way. She had bigger fish to fry.

The ride home was a tense one. Marie sat in the car with her hands gripped tightly on the wheel. The traffic was horrific, and Marie felt herself getting wet between her legs. A whole day of reading diaper fiction coupled with the anticipation of her diapers at home had taken its toll on her, and she was so horny that it took all of her self control not to start fingering herself there and then.

At long last, Marie was up her drive and out of the car. She sprinted up the driveway and unlocked the door, setting eyes on the package the moment she walked through the door.
"Eeeeeee!" She squealed as she picked the box up and tore at the packaging. She squeezed the pack of diapers in her hands, taking joy in the crinkling noise.

Marie ripped the packet open, her eyes practically burst out of her head. She had gone for the best, and bought a pack of 'Aww so Cute' diapers. They were big, thick and crinkly. They were covered in light pink teddy bears.
Marie ran upstairs, diapers in hand, stripping off her clothes as she went. By the time she got up to her bedroom she was only in her light blue bra and panties.
"Time to get diapered up, baby girl." She said to herself. "Hehehe..."

She laid down on the bed and peeled off her panties, taking pleasure in the sensation of the satin sheets against her soft, pale behind. Taking the diaper in hand, she spread her legs and raised her butt off of the bed, before undoing the diaper and putting it open beneath her ass.
"Uhhh..." She moaned as her ass made contact with the soft, crinkly material of the diaper.

Marie pulled the diaper up over her pussy and giggled to herself. She loved the feeling of thickness between her thighs that stopped her from putting her legs together. It made her feel like such a baby!  Once the tapes were done up, she rolled off of the bed and onto the floor, unable to resist crawling over to the mirror.

"Oh my God." She grinned as she took off her bra, letting her boobs free from their prison, bouncing free. "I look like such a baby."

And yet, she felt something wasn't complete...

The diaper was far too dry.

Marie stood up and focused. She wasn't sure if she'd be able to do this. After all, it wasn't natural. Marie had spent her entire life making sure she only peed on the toilet. Now she had to force herself to piss in a diaper! She nibbled on the end of her finger nervously. She felt so naughty!
"Ok, Marie. You can do this..."

She tried to let her thoughts drift away. Trickling water. Rivers. Crashing waves. Niagra-
"Uh!" Marie gasped as she felt a strange sensation between her legs. The house was silent, save for the sweet trickling sound of her piss hitting the inside of her diaper. Marie pulled up the front of it, making the soggy material press and squidge up against her pussy.
"Oh shit!" She gasped as she continued to piss herself like a helpless baby. She put her hand up against the outside of her diaper and felt the blissful warmth of the plastic. She squeezed the diaper in her hand. It felt like heaven.

She rubbed it harder against herself, reaching a hand to her behind and pressing the soggy diaper up against her asshole. She was normally so quiet, so reserved. And now, she could be her true self and take pleasure in a darker side.
"Oh fuck!" She screamed as she rubbed the diaper harder and harder against her sex. She gripped it as hard as she could, making her piss leak out all over the bed.

Marie's body shook with pleasure as she had a mind blowing orgasm. This was the first time she had ever worn a diaper, and she couldn't see herself ever stopping. She writhed around on the bedsheets until finally, she drifted off into a pleasure induced sleep...

*

Earlier on...

As Jasper watched Marie leave in her thin, pencil skirt that wrapped her ass so perfectly, he couldn't help but notice she had left her computer logged on.
"What do we have here..." He said as he leant across to her desk and opened up her most recent searches.
"How very interesting..." He laughed.

A plan was forming in his head...

Attack on Diaper

And as they saw her hand reach over the top of the wall, that's when they knew... The walls were a pen...

And humanity?

Cattle...

*Earlier that day*

"Eren, it's not like you to be so quiet." Mikasa said with her familiar blank expression. "You gonna tell me what's wrong? Or are you just going to sit their with that look on your face for the rest of the day?"
Eren looked up at her sourly, but his eyes gave him away. Something was really up.
"I'm going to join the scout regiment." He said bluntly as the two of them walked towards his home.
Mikasa barely had time to gasp before she slapped him around the face.
"The scout regiment, Erin?" She asked, grabbing him by the scruff of his shirt and forcing him up against a nearby wall. "Are you fucking insane? You'll be killed at the word go!"
"Mikasa!" He yelled, ripping her hands off him. "I can't stay here anymore. I have to see what's outside the walls..."

"We know what's outside the walls!" She screamed, pushing him away from her. He landed harshly on his ass. "Titanesses. That's what's out there. Woman who are 10 feet tall, even 20 feet tall! And all they want to do is eat you, crush you and stuff you places you've never even seen on a woman. Is that how you want to die Eren? Crushed to death?"
"Well," Eren scoffed. "I know I don't want to die cooped up in here."
"But we're safe in here!"
"But for how long?" Eren screamed.

Boooooooom!!!!!!!

The light was blinding. The entire sky became awash with white thunder and smoke. It rose thick in pillars of thick black, darkening the sky and casting a shadow over the inhabitants of Shiganshina. Eren and Mikasa stood mouth agape. There was no way to explain what they were seeing. That's when they saw a hand emerge...

...on top of the wall.

"That's impossible..." Eren gasped as he looked upon the unbelievable spectacle before him. "...that walls over 100ft high..."

And yet, it was happening right before their eyes. Above the wall, the 100ft high wall, a giant hand was grasping the very top.

A face emerged.

It was a beautiful face, by any standards, with pale blue eyes and long, short red hair. It was a woman, as was the case with all Titanesses. But one this big... Big enough to stand a head over the wall, was unheard of in all the 100 years of the Titanesses existing. Eren could see one word written along her collarbone.

Fionna...

Fionna cast a gleeful eye over the entirety of the town before her, before drawing back her foot and kicking the wall with all her might.

The sound was deafening. Fionna's titanic foot tore through the thick, brick wall like it was paper. Brick and metal flew left right and centre, crushing houses, men, women and children alike. Fionna gave another devilish smile across the ants before her, before disappearing into thin air, leaving nothing but a pillar of smoke in her wake.

Eren didn't know what to say...

He had to find his Mom.

"Eren!" Mikasa screamed as she pulled his arm. "We have to get out of here!" She was leading him towards the rear wall, in towards Wall Maria. But he couldn't go. Not yet. Not without checking...
"I have to find my Mom!" He screamed, wrenching out of Mikasa's grip and sprinting as fast as he could to his house. Towards the hole... Towards the chaos...

That's when he saw them. The Titanesses had broken through... They were squeezing through the wall, one by one. They varied in size. Some of them only 8ft tall Amazons, and others were as much as 50ft, half the size of the wall. Eren had never seen one in real life before. Nobody had, except for the scout regiment. The thing that shocked him most wasn't their size, or the hungry, desperate look on their faces. It was what they were wearing...

Diapers?

Every single one of the titanic women was wearing a thick, puffy nappy. Some of which were full of mess or piss, some weren't. They all stumbled in through the hole in the wall, their gigantic boobs bouncing as they went. Eren was terrified. He'd heard stories about the Titanesses. They crushed, they stomped, they ate people! He had to be careful.

Eren shot down the back alleys, hoping to avoid an encounter with one those Giants. As he darted round corner after corner after corner, he finally came to it. His house.
"MOM! MOM!"

He moved as fast as his legs could take him, but no matter how quickly he went, there was no denying what he say before him. His house had been crushed, and was nothing but a pile of rubble, crushed beneath an enormous fragment of the obliterated wall. And beneath it? His mother...

"Mom!" He painted as she scrambled across the pile of stone that was once his house.
"Eren, you have to get out of here!" His mom said desperately, looking back from Eren to her legs that were trapped beneath her destroyed house.
"I'm not leaving you!"
"You have to!" She pleaded, as Mikasa arrived. She gasped as she saw what lay before her.
"Take Mikasa and get out of here! Before it's too-"

Thud.

The three of them looked up in horror as a Titanesses emerged. She was a young one. She looked like a twenty or so year old woman with long ginger hair. She was wearing a big, thick diaper with blue teddy bears covering it front to back. He looked hungrily down at the three people and licked her lips.
"Mikasa," Eren's mother pleaded. "Please, get him out of here. If it's the last thing you do, keep him safe." She took both Mikasa and Eren's hands. "I love you both..."
Mikasa wasted no time. She took Eren bye the collar and dragged him away as fast as possible. Eren couldn't do anything but be dragged. His whole body froze as he watched his mother.

The Titaness pulled at the rubble of his house like it weighed nothing. She took Eren's mother by her crushed legs, causing her to scream out in pain. The Titaness grinned and laughed as the woman flailed in her grasp. She hovered her in front of her colossal mouth, as though ready to eat her. But she didn't. She did something much worse.

She pulled down her diaper, exposing her beautiful pale ass. Her asshole and pussy were glistening with what Eren could only presume was her own piss from her soaking wet diaper. She let go of Eren's mother and let her tumble into the bottom of the diaper. With her broken legs, she couldn't even try to escape. The Titaness gave another giggle before pulling the diaper back up over her butt. She moaned as she felt the human wriggle against her pussy.

The Titaness squeezed the diaper, enjoying the sensation of the squidgy, piss soaked material coupled with the feeling of a human being trapped in her nappy.

But she wasn't done there...

She squatted down, causing Eren's mother to tumble into the back on her diaper, right beneath her asshole. With a clench, a grunt and a satisfied moan, Eren watched the diaper balloon out as the Titaness took an enormous shit. The nappy become brown with the sheer volume of mess that the Titaness was creating.

"She might still be alive." Eren thought desperately. "She could still be alive."

And that's when she did it...

The Titaness reached her hand back and squeezed the mess in her diaper, taking joy in the sweet, squishy sensation. Knowing that there was a human back there, struggling to breath in her pile of shit in her nappy, made her wet. Now it was time to put her out of her misery.

The Titaness stood up straight, before without warning, dropping down to the ground on her ass and crushing the mess, pissy diaper and Eren's mother up against her asshole.

"No..." Eren gasped as he saw the horrific spectacle before him. He saw one final thing before Mikasa dragged him around the corner. A tattoo on the Titanesses collarbone.

Charlotte.

Nurse Kate: Chapter Three

Chapter Three

I stare at her in disbelief.
“Mother sent you to get rid of my ‘affliction’? There. Is. Nothing. Wrong. With. Me.”
Kate nods in response, trying and failing to hide her smirk. She stands up and leans forward, giving me a close-up view of view of her ample cleavage.
“I’m sure…” She said, putting a hand on my shoulder. “…that you’ll come to appreciate my help, Damon.”
I sat awkwardly on the edge of the couch, my eyes flicking from her face to her cleavage. Her beautiful, soft, pale breasts dangled in front of my face, and somehow without my say so, I found myself nodding.
"Good." She said sharply, returning to her seat and looking me up and down.
"One thing you're going to find out very quickly during my stay, Damon, is that everything will be easier if you just smile and say 'yes'."

SOON AFTER THE agreement is struck, I find Kate is taking me down to the basement. Well, one of the basements. There's quite a few of them in our house.
"Now, Damon," she says as she leads me along the corridor to the basement entryway. I feel uncomfortable that she's leading me around my own house, but I brush the feelings off. Something tells me I'll have more to worry about than her leading me around the house.
"Welcome to your new room, Damon." She smiles as she flicks on the light to the basement. When I see what arrangement before me, my heart sinks, but skips a beat all in the same breath.

The basement has been cleared of its original, depressing design, and is now full to the brim with nursery items and toys. In the corner is a white set of shelves filled to the brim with diapers of every shape, size and thickness.

My mind is swirling with thoughts, both good and bad. Is Kate out of her mind? How could my mother possibly have agreed to this?
"What do you think?" Nurse Kate asks, gesturing towards the diapers, changing table and adult sized cot in the corner. "Your mother spared no expense in financing this venture of mine."
"Mother paid for all this?" I gasp. Why the hell is she funding this mad woman's sick fantasy?
"She was very forthcoming with the money, in fact." Kate says smugly, grinning. "Let me give you the low-down on what's going to happen here, Damon. That way, you'll probably understand a little better."

Kate led me over to the crib and pulled down the bars on it, gesturing me to sit down. I sat beside her.
"You see, Damon, your fetish is not a rare one. It's very common, in fact. To escape to ones younger years is more often than not a mechanism to forget your life at the moment. You don't like being an adult, plain and simple. But it goes beyond that," she said crossing one leg over the other. "Most fetishists unconsciously work on a 'binge and purge' system. They'll feel ashamed about their love for diapers, and so won't touch them at all for long periods of time. However, after a certain amount of time they find the craving becomes too much. They get diapers by any means and will use them in excess for a short amount of time. Then they'll naturally feeling ashamed about what they've done and naturally return to never using them until they repeat the cycle again."
"So you're saying I'm an addict?" I ask, raising an eyebrow.
"Well," she says with a grin, "it's my job to find out."

Kate takes me by the hand and leads me over to the changing table in the corner.
"Don't even try and fight me, Damon," she says surely, looking into my eyes with a steady, mocking gaze. "Your mother has given me permission to treat you however I like, as long as I get the job done."

Without warning, Kate shoves me harshly against the changing table and forces me up onto it. I struggle, but I'm not match for her at all. She pins me down before cuffing my hands and feet to the corners of the table, leaving me completely immobile except for my hips and head.
"Now, a baby isn't complete without his nappy now, is he?" She coos, reaching behind her and pulling an 'Aww so Cute' diaper out from the shelves. It's thick, padded and covered from top to bottom in pink teddy bear pattern that makes me feel about 3 inches tall when she shows it to me. I've never been so embarrassed I my life.

She puts the diaper down next to my head before producing a knife from underneath the table. What the hell is she thinking?! I panic, and begin to yank and pull at my shackles, but to no avail. The leather pinches the skin of my wrists.
"You won't be needing these anymore." She grins evilly before slicing up my jeans and shirt and throwing them in the trash.
"And you especially won't be needing these..." She giggles, and she plays with the waistband of my boxers before slowly, gleefully dragging the knife not a centimetre above my penis. I try to stay as still as possible, but I can't stop myself shaking in fear beneath her terrifying, but expert touch. She's holding the cards here. She has the control.

"That's it, little baby." She says, ripping my shredded boxers out from beneath me. "You won't be seeing grown up clothes for a long, long time."
I whimper a little, without quite meaning to. Any kind of dignity I held with this woman before now had been obliterated, and not only because of my tiny, 2 inch flaccid penis.
"Looks like baby boy has got a baby dick!" She laughed as she gave my penis a flick. I wince in pain, but notice it becomes semi-erect under that split second of her touch. Blood flushes to my cheeks as well. I feel like this girl is analysing me with a microscope.

"Well, baby," she says, putting her hands on her hips and looking me up and down like a piece of meat. "We'd best get this diaper on you."

The very word sends shivers down my spine and sets about a tingling in my thighs. This will be the first diaper I've worn (that fits me) since I was a baby, and the excitement of that isn't lost on me, not at all. But I had no idea in my mind that I would be having my first adult diapers put on me by someone else, who also had me shackled to a changing table.

Kate took the diaper in her hand, and was slow and tender as she unfolded it in her hands. It was enormous! Enough to wrap the entirety of my butt and crotch with room to spare.

She put the diaper beneath my legs and then pushed it beneath my butt. I raised my hips as she went, and shivered at the feel of her soft hands against my rear, followed by the ridiculously thick, soft padding of the diaper that was now in place beneath me.
"There's a good baby." She cooed quietly, as she reached beneath the table and produced some baby powder. She sprinkled it over my crotch and butt before the moment of truth.

Kate pulled the front of the diaper up and over my crotch, and taped it up tight. The feeling was beyond sensational. I felt like I'd been taken back to my infantile days and I was no more than a year old again.
"How does that feel, baby boy?" She asked with a devilish smile. She was getting so much enjoyment out of this.
I hold my tongue and don't give her the satisfaction of my response. As much as this is a fantasy of mine, to have it performed for real is embarrassing, and scary. I don't want to encourage this woman any more than I have to.

"Let's clarify some ground rules..." She mutters.

THUMP

Kate slams her fist against my diapered crotch, right into my balls. I yelp out in pain and pull against my bonds.
"If you do not answer me when I talk to you, this is going to be much more unpleasant than it needs to be. Understood?"

I shake my head up and down for fear of another punch to the balls.

"Good, I think my baby boy is ready for his first lesson!"

Nurse Kate: Chapter Two

Chapter Two

“Do you care to tell me what’s going on, Damon?” Mother says with a horribly icy stare. I should probably explain a few things.
My mother is the most prudish, the most horrifically stuck up woman that you would ever wish to meet. So when she happens to stumble across your big box of diapers, you know you’re in for a storm.

I was speechless. Gobsmacked. How the hell did this happen? The box was meant to turn up, it would be given to me, and all would be well. I should be in diapered heaven right now!
“Speak to me, Damon.” She hissed, keeping her eyes firmly on me. “I want an explanation.”

“I…” I stuttered. “I…why did you open my b-box?”
“Well, Damon.” She said sharply. “When a box arrives at my door, with the name ‘D. Love’ on it, I’m rather likely to assume it’s for me, aren’t I?”

Shit. ‘D. Love’ is my mother’s name as well as mine. Her first name is Diana. Fuck! Why didn’t I think of that?
“Somehow, I don’t think this is where your problems end, Damon.” She says, taking a sheet of paper out of the bottom of the box. She reads it out to me.

“Dear Diaper Lover, thank your for making your order with ‘Aww so Cute’ We hope you enjoy these diapers and make further orders with us in future.”

She screws the paper up in a ball and throws it on the floor.
“So that’s what you are, is it? A diaper lover?” She spits the words at me, like they’re poison on the end of her tongue.

Mother looks over at my desk; at my laptop.
“Give me your laptop.” She says bluntly, with no hint of emotion in her eyes. The lack of sympathy on her face scares me, so I hand her my laptop.

“I’m going to have a little look on here.” She says. “And if I don’t like what I see…”

“…You’re in for a world of trouble, young man.”

*

The rest of my Sunday I spend on edge. I see mother a couple of times downstairs, in the lounge on my laptop. I don’t know what it is she’s looking at, but I know it isn’t good. Every now and then she casts an evil look my way and writes something down in a notepad. All I know for sure is, I know exactly what kind of stuff is in my internet history…

From what I can gather, Mother hasn’t said anything to Freya. Father is away on business at the moment, so I doubt she’s said anything to him. I mean, how would you explain that to someone? You’re son loves to dress up in baby clothes, how d’ya fancy that?

It’s not until the next morning that things really begin to escalate. And boy, do they escalate.
WHEN I GO downstairs the next morning, everything feels a little…strange. The house is too quiet. Despite only having three residents and two staff, you can normally feel the hustle and bustle of the place. But it’s deadly quiet. Silent.

I head into the lounge, stepping carefully as though the floor will crumble beneath me if I don’t tread lightly enough.
“Good morning, Damon.”

I hear an unfamiliar voice as I open the door to the lounge. I jump, and turn to see a young woman. She can’t be any older than her early twenties. She has long brown hair, put up into a pony tail and soft features covered very lightly with a little blush and some mascara.
However it’s not her face that confused me. It’s her uniform.

A nurses uniform…

“Please, Damon.” She says softly. “Take a seat.” She gestures at the seat opposite her. I look at her unsurely.
“Umm…” I sit tentatively on the edge of the seat. “Who are you?”
Her smile broadens, but I’m a little unsure about her still.
“Haha,” she laughs. “It’s natural for you to feel a little uneasy. You don’t know me, after all.”
“You still haven’t told me.” I say, without meaning for the words to come out quite so sharply.
“My name is Kate.” She says. “More specifically, Nurse Kate. Your mother sent for me.”
“She sent for you?” I laugh frantically. “What does that even mean?”

She grins his way, but then composes herself and straightens her face.
“Well, your mother brought a little…issue to my attention.” She says as she gets out the notebook that mother was writing in last night. A shiver runs down my spine.

“I’ve been studying your mother’s notes this morning.” She says with a little smirk. “She made lists of all the websites, all the different videos you’d been watching, that she thought were worthy of noting.”

Kate flicked through the notebook, raising her eyebrows here and there as though impressed.
“Well, somebody certainly has some…peculiar interests.” She smirked my way. “Girls messing their diapers, girls pissing their diapers, Girls face-sitting with diapers on? You are a naughty boy, aren’t you?” She grins slyly my way.

I couldn’t say anything. What was I supposed to say?
“I’m… I’m sorry?” I wasn’t sure what else to add other than that.
“You’re sorry?” she laughed in disbelief. “What is there to be sorry about? You’re a baby. You like to wear diapers, you like to see girls in diapers. You’re a baby and a pervert and a dirty little boy, aren’t you, Damon?”

“Were you really sent here by my mother?” I ask unsurely. This woman seems a bit unorthodox for my mother’s taste. I’m not even sure if she’s a real nurse.



“Your mother and sister and gone away for a little while.” She says, putting the notepad aside and shuffling forward on the chair slightly. “And have left you in my care for the time being. I’ve been employed to rid you of your…” She looks me up and down and smiles. “…affliction.”

Nurse Kate: Chapter One

Chapter One

Damon was an ABDL. And if you don’t know what that stands for, you’re probably reading the wrong story. After all, this story is about being an ABDL, and what being an ABDL can lead to, if you’re lucky.
Damon was one of thousands of very unique people. Most people, when they reach about three years old, are fully toilet trained. They are no longer required to wear diapers and and no longer have wet nappies sag between their legs.

ABDL’s, however, are special.

ABDL’s are so in touch with their baby selves, that after a few years of being toilet trained, they discover they aren’t all that fond of it. They go online, talk to other ABDL’s and buy diapers and wear them.

If you’re reading this, you’re most likely one of them.

Anyway…where was I…

Ah yes! Damon! Damon was an ABDL who lived in the country with his parents and older sister, Jess. He was sixteen years old and still coming to terms with his sexual self. His older sister was twenty, and looked after him to the very best of her ability. But in some cases, more help is required…as we are about to find out…

*

I hover the mouse over ‘Checkout’. My hand shakes. This is madness. I can’t really be doing this, can I? I cast my eyes over to my basket in the corner and look at my selection. An eight pack of ‘Aww so Cute’ diapers. I can’t believe this is really happening!

I put my hand over my eyes and click without thinking.

Congratulations on your purchase!

“Oh my God…” I say aloud. “I actually did it.”

This is my first ever diaper purchase. And I’m almost pissing myself with excitement! (Ironically...)

I’m sixteen years old, and have loved wearing diapers ever since I was first kicked out of them. I’ve always loved the way they feel, how they look.

But since I was taken out of them, they’ve been pretty hard to come by. I’ve managed to get hold of my little cousin’s a couple of times, but they just aren’t the same.
I want a big diaper that dwarfs me and makes me feel like a little baby again. I want something that splays my thighs apart and soaks up more pee than I can even make!

And now one will be mine…

“Damon!” I hear the maid call from downstairs. “It’s time for your dinner!”

I shut my laptop lid and thunder down the stairs into the living room. Jess is already at the table when I get down there, sitting at the table eating her food.
“Hey, squirt.” She says as she sees me come into the kitchen. Jess always calls me squirt. She’s only four years older than me but is about a foot taller. I stand at a pathetic 5’0, which for a male is pretty short.
She’s sat at the table wearing her dressing gown, which much to my dismay, reveals her ample bosom. Sure, she’s my sister, but a rack’s a rack, and I’m a horny teenager who is desperately awaiting his first pack of diapers.
“Hey, gigantor.” I reply, sticking my tongue out at her. She laughs as I sit down for dinner.

Now, I don’t want to sound big headed or anything. But my family is rich. Ridiculously rich. The fact that we have a maid, a manor house in the country and chefs who cook our food for us stands testament to that. I just wanted to clear that up with you. It’s not really something I’m proud of. I prefer people not to know how well off my family is.
“So, did anything exciting happen with you two today?” Mother asks as the maid, Laura, puts a bowl of soup in front of me. Jess makes a ‘pff’ noise.
“It’s the weekend, mom. How much do you think is gonna happen?”
“Well, I don’t know…” Mother says. “What about you, Damon?”

I bite my tongue. The only thing I can think about is my purchase. By tomorrow morning, a box will arrive with my name on it, and it’ll be full to the brim with adult-sized, teddy bear printed, diapers.
“Nothing much,” I lie, despite the building of butterflies in my stomach.

Dinner is pretty silent after that. Mom doesn’t ask any more questions. She gets that Jess doesn’t really want to talk, and she doesn’t know about my diaper delivery, but she gathers that something is up. She doesn’t press me.

I wolf down my dinner and run upstairs to my room. It’s the smallest room in the entire house, but it still bigger than most normal bedrooms. I have a double bed in the middle and various anime statues and posters around.
I jump into my bed and giggle to myself in glee. It feels like Christmas. And you know the number one rule about Christmas. The sooner you go to sleep, the sooner it’s Christmas. When I woke up, I would have a box of diapers ready for me.

*

I feel well-rested in the morning. Like, ridiculously well rested. I look at my clock and see it’s 10:30. I suddenly realise I hadn’t naturally woken up, there was a banging on my door that must have stirred me out of my sleep.
“Damon Aiden Love.” I hear my mother growl as she bangs on the door again. “I suggest you get your ass out of bed and out of that room before I beat the door down.”

My blood turns to ice. What the hell is she so angry about?
I quickly hop out of bed, throwing my dressing gown around me and heading to the door. I turn the handle, and before I have a chance to open it, Mother’s barges into the room holding a cardboard box.

“Care to explain this?” She asks. Her gaze burns into me as she upends the box and eight ‘Aww so Cute’ diapers fall out onto the floor…

I’m fucked…