Nurse Kate: Chapter Six

After receiving my brutal spanking, Kate re-diapered me and tucked me up into bed. It was a little closer to bed time now, but still nowhere near. I had spent most of my day tucked up in a bed that I had no intention of using for hours.
"Now you be good, baby boy." Kate smiled as she made her way up and out of the basement. Her Nurses uniform had ridden up a little, so I could see right up her skirt, and the silky pink panties she was wearing underneath.

As she left I noticed she had left behind a baby bottle for me filled with milk. I hadn't had a drink in quite a while now, and I felt safe drinking it, given that I'd just relieved myself not half an hour ago.

The bars of my crib had been pulled up, but I could still reach through them and grab the bottle. I didn't want to untuck the blankets that Kate had put around me, or she might get suspicious that I had got out of my crib.
I placed my lips around the nipple and sucked eagerly from the bottle. The milk was warm and creamy. Despite thinking I had only taken a few sips from the bottle, I realised that I'd actually finished the whole thing. About a litre of it in total.

"That's better." I gasped after downing the whole thing. After that, I took a moment to just appreciate the situation I was in. I was sat in an adult sized crib, in an adult sized diaper, with a sexy nurse looking after me and punishing me when I was bad. It seemed like a dream; an absolute fantasy. And yet, it was tainted by the fact that my mother set all these wheels in motion. Everything that was happening, right now, was caused by her finding out about my fetish. She had probably told Freya by now, and the thought of my sister seeing me in this position was embarrassing beyond belief.

I spent a good couple of hours sat there just thinking before I felt a horrible twinge in my gut.
"Uhhh..." I groaned, suddenly feeling my bladder shrink and the pressure within it increase. I needed to pee so bad.
"That's the ticket, baby." I heard Kate say as she walked nonchalantly down the basement stairs. "I know what that face means. That face means the laxatives are working their magic, doesn't it?"

She had been watching me this whole time. She spiked me with laxatives in the milk and now not even my pride was going to be able to stop me pissing myself like a little baby boy.
"I know baby didn't want to wet his nappy for me, so mommy had to take some extra action. A baby should know his place. And babies wet their nappies, whether they want to or not."

I felt so beaten. So cheated and beaten and babyish. Kate knew she was going to get her way. She knew that whether I liked it or not, I'd end up sat before her, in my crib, waiting for my nappy to be changed.

I could feel the pressure building in my bladder. The laxatives were beginning to take effect and no matter how hard I tried I couldn't hold against the torrent that was coming.
"This is what you get, baby boy." She giggled as she walked over to the crib and leant over, exposing a generous amount of her cleavage over her pastel blue nurse uniform. A little of her dark blue bra was showing too. "This is what you get for thinking that you can beat me at this."

She pushed down hard on my stomach and that was it. There was no holding back now. I felt my bladder suddenly give way and a stream of piss shot into my diaper. I could hear it, coupled with the crinkle of the material as I fidgeted in my crib. Nurse Kate smiled at me with glee as she pulled back my blanket and watched my nappy fill with pee and turn a light yellow colour.
"There's a good boy." She grinned. I could feel the material billowing out and expanding between my thighs, becoming heavy with the weight of my piss.

"Good baby." She said in a hushed voice as she rubbed the front of my saturated diaper that looked like it was ready to blow at any second. Small droplets of moisture were beginning to form on the outside of the plastic front. I lay down in the crib with a sigh, exhausted and ashamed. "Baby really had a lot to drink, didn't he?"

In reality I hadn't had that much to drink, but given that I'd cut my pissing short earlier when I thought Kate was going to catch me, I probably had a lot leftover in the tank. The laxative had completely drained me dry, and my diaper was ridiculously heavy and bloated between my thighs.
"Come on, little baby." She teased as she pulled down the rails of the crib. "It's time to get you in a fresh diapee, I think!"

Kate lead me over to changing table in the corner. I couldn't help but waddle, given the amount of liquid I was holding between my legs, and I couldn't help but smile as little as my diaper squelched and crinkled as I walked.
"I think baby enjoys this a little more than he's letting on." Kate giggled, sitting me down on the changing table with a soggy squelch from my nappy.
"There's a good boy, now lie down for Mommy, baby Damon."

The change was relatively quick. She pulled back the tabs, slid out the nappy (which was full to the brim!) and chucked it into the diaper pail next to the table. Her hands moved quickly and deftly, and before long Kate had me all wiped up clean and back in a fresh diaper, which felt unusually crisp and light compared to the bulky, soggy one that I had just been wearing.

"There we go, little one." She smiled warmly, almost affectionately, as she tucked me back up in my crib for bed.
"I'll see you in the morning for your first day of school in a nappy." She cooed before making her way back upstairs.

My heart sank as the realisation set in that I'd have to try and go to school in a diaper...

Harry Potter and the ABDL Society (Chapter (2)

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Harry didn't sleep much that night. As dawn was starting to break through the trees of the forbidden forest, he felt a rumbling from above him.
"You've got to be fucking kidding me..." He sighed as he watched Hermione's asshole begin to quiver above him. He couldn't see much through the thickness of her diaper, but with the sun starting to rise he could at least make out her butthole and the enormous pile of shit in the bottom of her diaper from earlier.

PFFFFFFFT!

The sound of Hermione's trumpeting tore through the silence of the forbidden forest, before lo and behold, an enormous log of shit began to emerge before landing in the bottom of her diaper, adding to the mountain already there. The log of shit was taller than Harry was, and as it landed in her diaper it rolled downwards on top of him, crushing him under its weight.
"This day can't get any fucking worse." He grumbled as he dwelled on the fact that his friend had just shat all over him while she slept.

All of a sudden, Harry felt a hand on his shoulder. He whipped around the see the perpetrator, only to be met with Hermione's 'shit mountain' with a pair of skinny, freckled arms sticking out of it.
"It can't be..." Harry gasped "you're dead. Hermione ate you."
Ginny gradually wriggled herself free of Hermione's shit and stood in the bottom of the giant diaper with Harry. She had a wicked grin spread across her face.
"What goes in must come out, Harry. Everyone knows that."
Harry drew in a breath, ready to shout out for Hermione, but Ginny pointed her wand at him, and sealed his lips together with nothing more than a rapid incantation uttered under her breath.
"Hear me out, Harry." She said sternly. "I'm not here to fuck anything up this time."
Harry turned his head in confusion. This was the girl who planned to kidnap him and use him as a tiny, diapered sex slave. Who knows how long for?

Harry gestured for her to unseal his lips. He had no plans on shouting for Hermione.
"What about Cho?" He asked as his lips unjoined. His eyes were glistening with tears that Ginny couldn't quite see in the darkness of Hermione's diaper. "What about the girl that you shoved up your ass to die?" He spat bitterly, like the words were poison in his mouth.

Ginny shuffled nervously from foot to foot, squishing Hermione's shit beneath her. After spending so long in Hermione's digestive system she had grown immune to that which was once so disgusting to her. Her clothes had been dissolved by Hermione's stomach acid; her leather femdom outfit and diaper.
"We don't know she's dead." Ginny stuttered, suddenly aware of the severity of her crime. She was no longer caught up with the sexual power of it all. She was looking at it from a human's perspective. She might have killed one of her best friends by shoving her up her ass...

"Harry, we don't have time for this. We need to get out of here and back to the school!" Ginny urged him, feeling Hermione shuffle slightly in her sleep, before letting out another enormous fart that blasted Ginny in the face, making her feel like she was going to vomit.
"I'm not going anywhere with you." He snarled, "not until I see Cho Chang alive."

Ginny huffed a little and crossed her arms. She had no idea if Cho was alive or not. If Ginny could pass through a whole digestive system then surely, surely she could have survived up Ginny's asshole for a while. Right?
"I don't know if I can reach her." Ginny said unsurely. She felt like she needed to take a shit, but that was almost definitely Cho that she could feel up there. In reality though, she didn't want to be the one to have to pull Cho's dead body out of her ass. Maybe she could get some assistance.

"I'll need your help." She said bluntly, looking as though she had already given herself to the task.
"Come on, then," she said as she bent over doggy style, kneading her hands into the pile of Hermione's shit beneath her. The giant diaper squelched beneath her hands and knees, making some of Hermione's pee seep up onto the surface.

Harry wasn't really anticipating this. But he was too eager to see whether Cho was alive or not. He had to know. He'd had crush on that girl for so long...

"You're going to have to stick your hand up my butt and fish around in there for her." Ginny said bluntly, raising her wand and tapping it on her bare rear whilst muttering an incantation. Harry wasn't quite sure what she had done, until her saw the lube dribble out of her asshole.
"I'll try not to enjoy it too much." Ginny winked.

Harry sighed without saying a word, and got down on his knees behind Ginny. He put a hand on one of her cheeks which made her shiver slightly, before he began teasing her asshole lightly with one finger. He was trying to scrape up some of the lube so he didn't have to go in there dry.

"Uhh..." Ginny moaned as she felt Harry's finger circle her asshole.
"I thought you were trying not to enjoy this." Harry said, with only a hint of a smirk.
"Trying doesn't mean succeeding." She replied, "what can I say, I'm a sucker for ass play."

Harry ignored her growing gasps and moans and before long he had two fingers up Ginny's ass. Her butt was dripping with lube.
"You won't get hold of her unless you get your whole hand up." Ginny panted in anticipation.
"My whole hand? Are you sure you can take that?" Harry asked unsurely, trying to get his fingers a little deeper but with little success.
"Please, Harry." Ginny rolled her eyes and smirked. "I've had bigger things than your hand up here."

Harry chuckled to himself before eventually working his other fingers into Ginny's butt. He now had his whole hand in there up to his wrist. He could feel Ginny trying to push back and forth against his hand in an attempt to fuck it with her butt.

He slowly worked his hand deeper and deeper, inch by inch, before he hit something solid. He thought it might just be some shit, initially, but with further probing he came to the conclusion it must be Cho. It just had to be.

Slowly pulling his hand out, as slowly as he'd shoved it in, Harry drew his hand from Ginny's hungry ass, trying to keep her asshole prised open on exit so as not to crush Cho's body.

It was definitely her.

Harry was panicking. He laid the tiny, naked girl down in his hand (it was strange to be the giant for once) and put an ear to her mouth.
"Is she ok?" Ginny asked, still gasping and trying to get over her anal fisting. "Is she breathing?"

Harry felt a jump in his stomach as Cho's tiny body sprang to life.

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.