Shy Diaper lover in my early 30s, living in uk

Once upon a time diapers felt like a treat

Something special you have your self when you needed comfort or escape

But not anymore

Now diapers are becoming your everyday reality. Your soft constant companion

Every crinkle every warm swelling against your skin reminds you

This is who you are now

Not someone visiting little space for a few hours here and there

But someone living it. Someone who belongs in diapers 24/7

The more often you wear them the more right it feels

What you really crave is not just the physical feel the padding but the mental shift when you know truly know you were meant to be padded at all times.

So why do you think you are pussy-free?

Is it the fact you are hopeless with women?

That every time you have a chance to talk to them you get shy and stutter and fluff your lines?

Or is it the diapers?

I mean even if you did get a woman's attention you'd eventually have to come out of the diaper closet wouldn’t you.

How would that make you feel? Having to admit your shameful little secret?

It's a mix of both, I suppose.

Your being pussyfree is a direct consequence of you just being your diaper-loving self, but you can't stop wearing them.

You won't stop wearing them.

They are in control of your sex life, you are not. And that’s why it’s pampers instead of pussy for you…

It’s not an “accident” when it happens every night

It’s not an “accident” when the pattern is this strong.

It’s not an accident when you already dream of this.

Dreams where you are already padded.

Dreams where you are leaking.

Dreams where the wetness feels like a reward.

You have noticed it haven’t you, that little flutter before you fall asleep and that comfort that you don’t have to wake up dry.

Your brain lets go because your body already has and in the morning it’s always the same soft wet result.

It doesn’t matter if you wear thicker diapers or better protection.

It doesn’t matter how much you try to resist, because your control has also been deleted from your sleep. Sweet dreams my little bedwetter.

Good keep embracing him while it happens.

This is an important step for him.

He needs to feel your overwhelming maternal energy while he fills the diaper.

Don’t let go until he’s all done.

Hold him tight and feel free to reach down to his bottom to give him a little pat and to comfort him and encourage his progress.

He needs to be encouraged to mess as well as pee his diaper.

It’s the secret to ridding him of years of pent up negative pressure and emotions.

He needs this.

He needs to be put into diapers

It’s for his own good

I'm your nurse, and you've come in with a complaint about incontinence.

I have reviewed your chart and told you we need to monitor this but I'm prescribing medical-grade protection.

I pull out adult diapers from a cabinet. “Let's get you fitted properly."

You're embarrassed but also clearly aroused as I have you undress from the waist down.

Don’t worry. I am always completely professional. I will powder and diaper you, taping it snugly.

It will contain all of your accidents.

Now, I need you to wear diapers 24/7 for the next week. Keep a log of when you use them. I need to monitor your condition."

I notice your arousal and smile slightly. "I see this situation is... affecting you. That's actually quite common with patients who have this particular interest in medical diapers."

I lean closer. "'Tell me - is this really about incontinence?

Or did you come here hoping a female doctor put you back in diapers and control when you're allowed to take them off?"

Your sweet babysitter Claire has been asked to help potty training you

You’ve been having one too many accidents in your diapers lately.

She knows your secret.

That even though you're a grown up, you still want to be her little friend and wear diapers.

She wants to help you, but you have to help her as well.

She explains how things are gonna go from now on.

Training pants at home, Pull-ups when out in public…

And diapers to bed.

But after two whole days where you have barely kept dry and have kept messing your training panties and pull ups she decides enough is enough.

She puts you back in girl pampers and says you're gonna have to explain why you're wearing those.

Can you feel that taking over you?

That’s the diaper brain rot

You wear diapers so much that they are beginning to get to your brain.

And your brain is very impressionable.

Especially when you are dumb and horny from wearing diapers.

And you are dumb and horny from wearing diapers a whole lot

That’s why your brain is rotting

You're too stupid to wear anything but diapers, and the diapers make you even dumber and hornier

It’s a vicious cycle of diaper idiocy. Diapers have rotted your brain, and now you know nothing but sitting in, pissing and messing in diapers

You are just a horny diaper IDIOT.

Mommy Kat was in no mood to put up with any nonsense

It didn't matter how old she was.

The moment Cara disobeyed her older girlfriend it was back to diapers and pigtails.

The punishment usually lasted a week.

Although there were times where she had certainly gone months without her adulthood before.

I've had enough of your begging and pleading! She told her

I told you l'm not in the mood tonight.

If you're going to whine about it like a little baby girl, well then, maybe that's what you should be for a while!

You need a time out!

Put back into diapers. That’s exactly what you deserve…

Image credit ABDreams

Your diaper is your wife.

The most loyal and true wife you could ever have.

She comforts you and accepts that tiny little thing you call a dick.

She doesn't even mind if you wear a onesie or dress.

She comforts you and lets you fuck her. Diapers are your wife.

Tell your diaper-wife you love her. Do it now.

Diapers serve more functions than your pee pee ever could.

See all the things diapers do for you?

All the things. They ARE your life? Toilet. Chastity. Wife. Pussy.

Diapers are your everything

Being stuck in wet nappies is always bad enough but when I saw what she had laid out in the bed for me I knew I was in for a tough time. But nothing compared to what happened next.

I put in the abena m4 diaper: the padding reassuringly thick

And the. As instructed by my mistress I inserted the enema tube inside my ass and started the flow of lukewarm water into my bowels

I know what's coming next isn't going to be a simple wetting.

This is going to be loud, messy, and utterly degrading.

My stomach is churning, gurgling ominously. I have to just sit here and let it happen into these already-soaked diapers because I'm not allowed to do anything else.

And because she has emptied the contents of of a huge enema bag into my ass.

There's no holding it back any longer.

A deep, guttural groan escapes my lips as I finally give in and start to copiously fill the already damp diaper. The warmth instantly soaks through the padding, a heavy, solid mass settling against my skin. Then the smell hits me. Uuuuurrrrggghhh. That is terrible!