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."