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bby-kimmy:dipsandlife:bby-kimmy:dipsandlife:bby-kimmy:dipsandlife:bby-kimmy:dipsandlife:bby-kimmy:*NOTE: THIS IS ALL FICTION - it’s an experiment, and I hope it’s as fun as it is in my imagination!*You know, I never thought I’d actually enjoy it… but I did. The way he doted on me, all of the attention he paid to me. He was a good boyfriend before, but he was a great daddy. He was so cute and shy when he asked the first time… why wouldn’t I say yes, it wasn’t like he wanted me to wear them ALL the time.…then I liked it. We’re what, two weeks in? I swear, they’re getting thicker. It can’t be just my imagination… but I like it? I’ve never been more glad to be working from home, though.I hate to admit it, but I think I’m starting to like wetting them, too. The bedtime routine he made up was kind of cute, but I’m starting to wonder if he wants me to be a bedwetter or something.But that’s crazy, right?For now, I don’t mind. I wear them to bed, I wet them for him, he smiles at me in a different way than he did before… and I like it. I feel loved.And I don’t think I ever feel as loved as when he changes me. That’s what did it, I think… made the “wetting” thing okay. Part of me thinks he’d like it if I did… y’know… the other thing, but that’s crazy, right?Totally crazy.“Hi sweetie!” I greeted him, sitting down on the soft white blanket. He liked it if I were sitting on the floor. He didn’t generally even have to say things like that, I could just tell. “Do you like my new top?” “Hey, crinklebutt!”, I said as she sat down on her white blanket. “Yes, sure! You know, it would only bother me if it covers more of your diaper. But less is definitely not a problem!“ I laughed and gave her a wink.It made me happy to see how well she was taking her new rules. At first, she was so reluctant, but now she was sucking them up like a dry sponge. I really had to make sure not to push it too fast. But on the other hand, I really got the impression she started to like her diapers. Well, maybe that part was a bit unfair from my side because it is hard to not enjoy a magic wand on a soggy diaper - the poor girl didn’t really have a chance, oh well. Even her regular drinks in the evening right before bedtime are meanwhile not a problem anymore, I wonder a bit if she knows where all of this is supposed to go in the long run. But, yeah, if I plan on keeping her in such thick diapers at night anyways, she might as well get used to using them, right? Thinking about diapers …“How is your diaper doing? It looks a bit soggy … do you need a change? “ I couldn’t help but blush at his teasing. The idea that I was wetting myself for him… it would have been completely unimaginable two weeks ago, but here I was, crawling toward him with a smile.I took his hand and pressed it to my diapered crotch, letting my bladder go, feeling the warmth spread again through the already wet padding. Even the act of wetting was starting to become arousing. A wet diaper just meant another session with the magic wand, and it was so much nicer in his hand. The wand was usually too intense to use without something to mute it, something to cover it.Who knew that a wet diaper was the perfect thing?I could see the grin spread across his face. He was so much more confident now, the more power I gave over to him, the sexier he became, like I was feeding him pure power.It was intoxicating. He had gone from a guy who would dither over what we’d get for dinner to ordering for me, and it was beautiful. Sometimes I thought he knew me better than I knew myself.I decided to give him more, playing along with this world of his where he made the rules. “I don’t know, is that really a thing little girls like me should decide?”I could tell I was driving him wild.It was mutual. I stood up from the couch and went down on my knees right in front of her, and started to massage gently her soggy, diapered crotch. Gosh, her moan was such a turn on.“Well … seems like something else has a higher priority right now than a diaper change, right?“, I said, thoroughly enjoying the situation. Before she could give me an answer, I intensified my massaging.“Are you willing to promise me something?“, I whispered in her ear. I had learned in the past weeks that in her current state, she was willing to promise me almost anything I wanted, so … why not take advantage of that?I heard a silent “Yeth”, mixed with heavy breathing. I could easily tell that she was so turned on by now, her closed eyes, slightly open mouth and her body rocking back and forth betrayed her.“If I let you make cummies in your diaper now“, I continued, “are you willing to go to the party later in extra thick diapers?“ “Oh god… “ his touch was incredible. I wasn’t even processing what he was asking me. Something about a party? Nothing was real in that moment, nothing but his hand massaging my clit through the thick, wet diaper.I had been spending so much time thinking about my next diaper change that day that I was needy, incoherent, and on the edge of orgasm almost instantly.“Do you promise?” His voice was gravelly in my ear, his beard scratching my cheek. His hand slowed, and I needed him to go faster.I cried out. “I promise! Faster, faster, please.”He obliged. “Good girl, you make me so happy… ““Yes… yesss, faster, I promise yes… “ I rambled incoherently, a line of drool escaping my mouth as I laid back, moaning wildly.Of course, he didn’t stop with the first orgasm. Of course not. His hand was replaced by the wand, coaxing another from me. Then another. He said something, I responded with moans and agreement and begging for more.The world exploded, lights and colors in yet another glorious orgasm and I nearly passed out, flopping backwards, feeling him gently lower me onto the blanket.When I came to, he was in the middle of changing me.Into another diaper. And I was sure this one was thicker. I was too exhausted though. He was helping me sit up… I was drinking a glass of water.“Wow… “ I panted, admiring his smile. “Just wow… “…but another diaper wasn’t what I wanted right now. I was going out with the girls tonight, with my BFF, that’s why I got the new top. It was a party, a small one, but these were people I had been friends with forever. I wasn’t wearing a diaper, we were going clubbing after the celebration.…now I just had to figure out how to tell him. Today was a great day. Sure, on the one hand, I had planned to keep her a bit … let’s say … desperate in her diapers, because the anticipation of a soggy orgasm made her so much better behaved. But on the other hand, this was my chance to put her diaper training on a deeper level. I knew she really wanted to go to that party with her friends, and that was just the perfect opportunity: If she wanted to go, then she had to do it with her cute, puffy diaper bottom.Of course I never intended to humiliate her or something, but it’s just a fact that an outing has a very positive effect on the overall diaper training. Once her friends are aware of her crinkly underwear, there is no going back and additionally, she has nothing to hide anymore.“Looks like someone had a very good time in a very soggy diaper, huh?“, I asked her jokingly, wondering how long it would take until she realized that her party experience would be a bit different today.“When are you going to leave, sweetie?” “About thirty minutes.” I struggled to turn around and stand in this ridiculous diaper - it had to be three times as thick as the one I had just… enjoyed. Part of me was glad he wasn’t coming to the party, he’d tease me when no one was looking if he did. He’d made me wear diapers even out to the movies and the store lately, it felt like I hadn’t worn panties at all in weeks. It was just so hard to tell him no now, he’d put an arm around me and peek down the back of my diaper and I melted in his arms.When did they go from being “the diapers” to “my diapers”?“It’s a shame you can’t go, you haven’t seen Steff in a while and she likes you.” It was a white lie - but she’d love him now, she was into strong men, and my daddy was that and thensome. “But um, I do need to take this off - I didn’t even know they came this thick? It’s crazy.”There was that arm around my waist. I flushed, but I was going to stand my ground on this one. I wasn’t wearing this thing out with my friends, even if Heather’s latest texts kind of hinted that she was in a similar situation lately. “Sweetie, there is not really room for discussion on this matter. You promised me you’d wear your extra thick diapers tonight“, I told her gently, but firmly. To make sure she didn’t get me wrong I pulled her close, put my arms around her and gave her a long kiss. Then I looked straight into her eyes.“You’re either going with your diapers on, or you’re not going at all. It’s that simple“, I continued. Immediately after I was finished, I could clearly see the effects of my last statement. She looked at me with a mixture of desperation, anger and excitement. Before she could make up a proper response, I said:“You’ll be fine, babygirl“, and I couldn’t help but enjoy to see her blushing. I leaned forward and whispered into her ear:“And if I am not completely mistaken, you won’t be the only one at the party who has a puffy bottom, sweetie!“When I leaned back again, her face was full of surprise.“What was her name? Heather, right?“, I asked with a big smile on my face. How did he know? Was he in some kind of diaper-your-girlfriend club with Heather’s boyfriend? The pat on my bottom broke my train of thought. Part of me was screaming that I should fight back, to take the diaper off anyway and go get changed… Submitting to him was challenging sometimes, pushing away those instincts. But every time I had so far, things had only gotten better. I had been so stressed before starting this little game with him, before agreeing to wear that first diaper. But I couldn’t help myself. "I never promised…“ His arm squeezed around my waist as he whispered, “You did, in exchange for your cummies." I hated that word, it was so degrading, especially as he patted that ridiculously thick diaper again. He was right, I had promised, I could remember now that he mentioned it, now that the fog of need was gone… and while it wasn’t entirely fair, if I didn’t follow through, the best orgasms of my life might be taken away. "Fine,” I pouted. I trusted he was right, despite the anxiety. It might be nice to have someone else to talk to about this. Heather had hinted, he had basically confirmed - he knew something I didn’t, and he had been right about so much along this little game. It would be really nice to share the good parts about agreeing to give up so much control with someone, not just the embarrassing parts. I just hoped Steff wouldn’t make fun of us. It would be easier if Heather actually was in diapers too. “Good girl. You’ll be getting a reward.” I liked the sound of that. With a grin, I waddled my way to the bedroom. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad, I could hide it under a long skirt, though it was a shame not to get to pair this new top with the plaid miniskirt that I had planned. I made sure to emphasize my waddle, to swing my hips wide as I walked - he liked that.I laughed at the pair of silly, pink ruffled panties that waited for me on the bed… next to my miniskirt. I grabbed them and with effort, pulled them on just to see if they would fit over the absurd diaper. With any luck, it would muffle the crinkling - and between that and an ankle-length skirt, no one would even know. No one had noticed at the store or the movies, or out on a walk. It was funny how people just didn’t pay any attention to things they didn’t expect.“Do these look cute, daddy?” I giggled, two could play at the cutesy name game - he called me babygirl to make me blush, I could call him daddy to give that same thrill.“I need to see if I have a maxi skirt that will go with this top - I really want to wear this new top.”I was surprised by another hand on me… I hadn’t said anything this time! Before she had the opportunity to look for one of her maxi skirts, I grabbed her softly by the hips and turned her around. The look on her face told me that she was surprised by my action. I gave her a smile and a kiss to show her that everything was alright, and said:“I don’t think that you need anything else to wear on top of your ruffled panties, babygirl!“I could see a slight touch of panic in her eyes before I even finished my sentence.“No way!“, she said in disbelief. “I can’t wear that to the party, that’s ridiculous … I mean, c’mon … you are joking, right? … RIGHT? … But everyone would know …“The fact that I just kept silent during her monologue and continued to look at her with a smile on my face, my hands still gently resting on her hips, obviously unsettled her, so I said:“Look, sweetie, you wanted this pair of panties so badly, although I told you it is too expensive to wear it just at home, do you remember?““Yeah, but I …““Hear me out, honey“, I interrupted her. “It’s clear that you can’t wear it just at home, I mean, you aren’t even supposed to wear anything over your diapers at home, right? So, that means you’re gonna wear it out and about, but I don’t think it’s suitable for work, a doctor appointment or a family gathering, right?““No, but …““So, you would rather wear it to a family gathering then?“, I asked innocently, knowing exactly that I had her were I wanted her. She knew now that she would have to wear her pink pair of ruffled panties in public sooner or later, and this was her one and only chance to pick the least embarrassing setting. Before she came up with an answer, I continued:“That’s what I thought, babygirl, and trust me, no one will care at the party. Most of the guest will probably be drunk anyways, and I really doubt that any drunk person cares about a puffy bottom of a certain Miss Crinklepants, don’t you think?” -- source link