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Nicole couldn’t stop shaking from excitement. She rubbed her hands all over her puffy adult diaper. Looking across the room, she waddled over toward her drawer. Pulling it open, she beamed happily at the rows of folded diapers.

“They’re all for me…” She thought, feeling taboo intrusive thoughts override her reasoning. She didn’t think twice. That’d only make her say no. She brought the recorder to her lips and then clicked the button.

“I was never potty trained.” She whispered into it. She let go of the button. Closing her eyes, the visceral excitement detonated in her chest. She waited for something to happen. But after a couple of seconds… nothing. “Huh?” She thought, pushing her hand up into her diaper. “What the hell?” She thought, her diaper was dry. Her smile returning, she thought of another way to test if it worked. Nicole scuttled out of her room, down the hallway, and into the bathroom.

“Heheh…” She giggled to herself. She didn’t know what to do. She knew that people who were potty trained went potty here, but that was it. She never used it for that purpose. She knew about the tub. That’s where she took her baths. The sink of course where she brushed her teeth. But she didn’t know what the white seat was for.

It looked like an instrument they used in spaceships. She tried remembering the inner-workings. It felt like gray suction in her brain. The more she stared at it, the less she understood. It was strange because she knew it was meant for something. She looked down at her diaper.

“Woah..” She whispered, poking at the sagging diaper. It was soaked from a heavy accident. The front blotched pale yellow. She never felt a physical or mental warning. It was a complete accident. “I had an accident!” Nicole yelled with pride. Using her diapers felt exciting and deeply satisfying. Feeling pee-logged padding meant something. Her sparkling feelings channeled into a sense of belonging. This was just the tip of the iceberg.

“I need to get babier.” She sprinted back to her room and grabbed the recorder.

“For five minutes, I am a complete toddler.” Nicole said. She didn’t want permanent effects, that way she could still go back to being an adult at some point. Whatever that meant. “I.. dehee…. I free widdlee gaheeehe…” She stammered, her thought patterns changed. Instead of being able to think of multiple things at once, she didn’t even have the attention span for one. Simple, whimsical, childish impulses dictated the fleeting silliness in her mind. She wanted to think about toys and cartoons. Subconsciously, she stepped side to side as pee spilled into her sogging diaper. Her brain demanded a screen to make her feel as happy as possible. She turned on the TV in front of her.

It captivated her. All thoughts flashed frozen. Nothing moved in her brain. Slowly, she fell onto her knees. Her diaper peaked out from behind. This was everything she’d ever wanted in life. Genuine childlike happiness. Being an adult was so boring. Her body acted impulsively. She maintained eye contact with the screen while she felt around for the recorder. When she found it, she brought it to her lips.

“I’m a baby.” She said, letting go of the button.

“Proofffttsss!” She blew a raspberry out of her lips. Ejecting spit and drool all over her face. It matched the sound coming out of her butt. Sloppy mess leaked into the back. She bounced up and down to the singalong from the TV. She didn’t know the words, so she did her best to mimic the tones. It came out as wet meaningless dribble. It always would for the rest of her life.

***

Cindy tripped over her foot. She lost her balance, knees crashing into the carpet. She shot her hands out to save herself from the fall.

“Pfff! You no walk good! Ahahaha!” Quinn said, bursting out laughing. Watching someone else in pain was insanely funny. Cindy cracked too, she started lightly chuckling at herself.

“I didn’t take anymore! Hahah, I be good girl like we said! Hahah, why we stiwll laughing?” Cindy asked, she felt fear race through the back of her mind. Her inner monologue felt dreamy. Words were too squishy to hold onto.

“I take no more. Me good girl too!” Quinn said back truthfully. She tried to fight back another fit of laughter. She was only able to quiet it to a snicker. Cindy fell onto her butt. Her warm diaper squished, leaking a couple of dribbles onto the carpet. The feeling of her hips swimming in a swampy diaper spilled out dopamine like a box of legos onto the floor.

“Heheeee pee peeee poo booo hahaha” Cindy half babbled and half giggled. She grabbed the front of her diaper and pushed it into her body. Simultaneously, she ground her hips into the floor. Intense pleasure pulsed through her mind and body. Her eyes glossed and went far away. Her thoughts regressed into simple colors.

Quinn pulled her thumb out of her mouth. She tried focusing her vision. It felt disoriented like the angle was off. She lifted her head up to sit up straight on the clothes bureau. Something wasn’t right. Her adult mind breathed in, getting a rare moment of clarity. “We shouldn’t still feel like this.” She thought. “Cindy.” She said, trying to get her friends' attention. It was nowhere to be found. She kept humping her diaper with a dumb droopy face. Popping off a giggle every couple of seconds.

It made Quinn smile. She put her hand to her lips to suppress the laughter itching her lungs. She snorted. She cinched control of her emotions. Collecting herself, she stood up, then tried retracing the steps. “We stopped taking it days ago…” She thought, nothing had seriously changed. It had been weeks of extended use. There wasn’t scientific testing on it. There was no way to know what the long-term neurological effects were.

“I… *giggle* Cindy I… Heh-” She said, she bit her lip to try and stop smiling. “I think we really fucked ourselves up HAHAHAH!” She said, losing control. Laughter burst out of her. A grenade of stupid blew in her brain. The colors in the room saturated. Her finger shoved up into her nostril. Working herself up emotionally like this dumped into her diaper. She stuck out her butt so it’d slip out easier. Giggling and farting, she let her lips drip drool onto the floor.

“Need new diapie…” Was the only vague mental response from Cindy. She penciled that into her schedule right after she finished twitching on the floor from her hourly playtime.

***

Your ex-girlfriend clicked the URL bar. ‘Adults in Diapers.’ When you told her about your fetish it didn’t matter, but it never really came up again. Partly because she couldn’t believe that side of the internet existed. The images didn’t lie. A woman had her leggings pulled down, her butt out in a wet diaper, and a man cupping her padding.

“Fuck that’s hot.” She thought before fierce arousal pressed in between her thighs. Her mouse clicked open another tab. ‘Adult Diapers’ she typed, the Amazon price was only $30. “They’re that cheap too??” She wondered, just staring at the picture for a minute. The sides were orange and white polka dotted. The front padding had orange foxes and monkeys playing in the rain.

“I wonder what they feel like?” She questioned, trying to imagine the feeling of bulk between her legs. She plucked a pillow from her bed, stuffing it there. It felt good to flex into the thick. She placed her hand on the keyboard and just thought for a moment. “Am I about to do this?” She thought, her fingertips felt electric. This was a new feeling. It was easy to give in to the urge.

The next day she placed the box on her kitchen table. Slicing open the tape, it popped open to rows of diapers in a clear plastic bag. She dug her fingernail into it, ripping it just enough so her hand could fish in, and grab one. It smelled like marshmallows and lavender. Her hand already started pulling down the hem of her leggings. She stepped out of them and widened her stance. Stuffing the diaper up between her felt like ecstasy. She subconsciously smiled as the tapes stuck on.

She stopped wearing panties altogether after that. She didn’t even realize it at first. The feeling of wetting herself was life-changing. Pee didn’t feel like it should go in the toilet. It felt better when it was pooling warmly in between her butt cheeks. Being wet all the time made things just more fun. She didn’t have to take the world so seriously. One morning she left the TV running and watched every cartoon that came on. She’d take a break from work and lie down on the floor for a little bit. Sneaking in a thumb suck or two if it felt right.

The accident in her car on the way to work was a wake-up call. She had to wear her jacket around her waist so no one saw the dark leak stain on her behind. Still, the dozens of diaper packs she’d bought were too alluring. Wearing dresses instead of pants was an easy solution. It was too much work to get up while she was at home. And how was she supposed to fix her bedwetting at this point?

“Gawhh!” She said, turning out of the bathroom. She grabbed the doorway with her left hand then lifted her left leg. “I’m just not potty trained anymore.” She said, accepting defeat. She looked down at her droop. It was in her normal mental self-image now. No one was going to date a girl who isn’t potty trained. She grabbed her phone, tilted the camera, then snapped a picture of her diaper.

“I’m not potty trained anymore, Daddy. Can you come change me?” She texted you.