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…

That's Just Peachy: Chapter One

That’s just Peachy

Chapter One

Mario was at the final castle. The Princess just had to be here. Didn’t she? He had travelled for so long and come so far, and he was finally here. In the final room, of the final castle, to face his nemesis for the final time.
He had dropped through a pipe onto an island. An island surrounded by searing red magma and burning molten rock.
“You shouldn’t have come here, plumber.” He heard a grumbling from beneath him. The ground shook under his feet, before splitting in two before him.
Out of the earth, emerged the man of the hour. Bowser. He towered, ten feet tall over Mario’s squat self. He could feel Bowser’s hot, fiery breath wash over him as he grinned.
“You care so much for Peach that you would die for her?” He laughed, throwing his head back. “Bwahaha!”
Mario nodded. “That’s-a not gonna happen today.” Mario said, squaring up to his massive form.
“So be it…” Bowser said sternly. He leapt into the air and landed hard, splitting the ground beneath him. The island they were both stood on split into two and a river of lava formed between them.

From above, a cage was lowered from the ceiling.
“Now, welcome the star of the show.” Bowser laughed as Peach stuck out a desperate, white-gloved hand as though it might reach her plumber if she stretched hard enough.
“Mario!” she wailed, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Mario felt a fire within him. A rage. A fury. Seeing the love of his life, dangled in a cage above a lake of lava.
“Ahhhh!!!!” He screamed, launching himself at Bowser and striking him between the eyes.
The Koopa fell to the floor, stunned, flat on his back.
“Don’t ever touch my girl again.” He said, grabbing him by his enormous scaly tail and spinning with all his might.

“So long-a Bowser.” He laughed as he launched the Koopa into the lake of lava and watched him bounce away into the distance and over the horizon. A power star emerged from the sky, and landed in the centre of the island.

THE CAGE ABOVE him lowered down and onto the island.
“Mario…” Peach gasped in joy, taking his hand in hers and savouring to comforting feeling of it.
“Let’s-a get you home.” He smiled, before forcing the cage open with his hands.  He held her close to him, before leading her to the power star and grabbing it. The two of them were launched back to the Mushroom Kingdom.

Together.

*

“How dare he!” Bowser yelled, his guttural roar echoing throughout every corridor of his labyrinthine castle. The Koopas surrounding him scattered, not willing to face their boss’s wrath.
“I’ve been humiliated by that plumber for the LAST TIME!”
Bowser smashed his enormous hand on the arm of his throne. Kamek, the wizard, was at his side, tending to his serious burns.
“I need to find a way to humiliate him! And that damn Princess Peach. She’s as much a problem in this as he is.” Bowser stroked his chin in thought, setting the scheming cogs in his mind to work.
“Kamek!” He yelled, not truly realising that the Koopa wizard was right beside him. He took the wizard by the scruff of his cloak and whispering in his ear.
“I want you to find the most humiliating, degrading punishment you can muster, Kamek.” He grinned, slyly. “And deliver it to Princess Peach…”

*

Mario and Princess Peach were still recovering. This whole ordeal had drained them, and no amount of mushrooms or power stars could stop the weariness that they were feeling. Kidnappings can really take it out of you!

“Thank you, Mario.” She said softly to him as he entered her chamber on the night of their return. He stood awkwardly in front of her, not feeling all too welcome in the place where she slept. He felt like he was intruding.
“What you did for me, is beyond repayment.” She continued, touching his cheek, before giving him a kiss on the forehead.

“If you hadn’t of been there to save me…” a tear rolled down her cheek at the memory of her kidnap. “…I don’t want to think about what could have happened to me.”
Mario took her in his arms and squeezed her tightly to him. Peach had no idea just how much he cared about her. More than he dared mention. You don’t go into castles of lava to save someone that you don’t love dearly.
“I’ll wish you a good night.” He said with one final smile, before exiting her bedchamber and leaving the castle for the night.

THINGS WERE QUIET after that. Peach changed out of her grand, pink, Princess dress and into something a little more subtle, and modest. She put on a pair of frilly, satin panties and bra, before slipping on a sheer pink nightgown.
Peach called it a night, climbing beneath the thick covers of her four poster bed and blowing out the candle on her bedside table.

“RAAWRRRR!!!”

The window of Peach’s bedchamber flew open with a gust of wind that shattered the glass and whipped away her covers. Kamek, Bowser’s right hand man, burst through the shattered window frame screaming at the top of his voice.
Peach leapt out of bed, but she was nowhere near fast enough.

Kamek raised his wand, creating a swirl of colour about his body, before throwing a spire of magic Peach’s way. She was knocked back against the wall, and slumped to the floor.
Kamek threw his head back in laughter before flying back out the window.
The Castle was once again silent.

“Eurgh…” Peach groaned, rubbing her head where it had struck the wall. She felt funny. And not ‘haha’ funny; weird funny.
“I don’t feel so good,” She said as rubbed her tummy and stood up. Suddenly, Peach felt a weakness in her belly. Her bladder suddenly let loose and torrents of pee started to flood out into her panties. It trickled down her the inside of her thigh, tickling it lightly, before forming a small puddle on the floor.
“No! No, no, no!” she wailed, as her piss soaked through her satin panties and into her nightgown. She fell to her knees in shame and sat in the puddle of pee, feeling it soak through the back of her panties and against her butt.

“What’s happening to me?”