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Your girlfriend felt annoyed hairs stick up on the back of her neck. She knew what you were about to ask her by the way you walked into the room. Standing in the doorway. “You don’t have to check me every five minutes.” She snapped.

What started as a hit Halloween costume had ballooned into a nightmare. When your girlfriend brought up the idea of being a baby for the halloween party, you felt that ethereal rush. She didn’t know about your fetish. The image of her in a diaper finally becoming a reality was all you could think about for weeks leading up to it. She thought you were being nice when you kindly bought her a pack of Northshore MegaMaxes for the costume.

Every drink that night went directly into her diaper. Making sure it was a steady stream of White Claws and Beer was a nice touch by you. She didn’t mind keeping the diaper on during sex. She thought it was hot you wanted it so bad there was no time to take it off.

You didn’t bring it up for a few weeks after. Until one day, gaming on her PC, she complained about needing to piss in the middle of a raid. You made a coy remark that there were still nearly a dozen diapers left from her costume. “Actually, great idea.” She said, walking the five feet to the closet instead of the bathroom. She dropped her leggings, and taped herself in. It was a funny squishy feeling when she sat back in her seat. The warmth settled into a four hour raid. The mush periodically expanding from additional squirts.

Slowly, a new trend started appearing in her gaming habits. Whenever she wanted to hunker down for an extended session, she taped herself into one of the most absorbent adult diapers on the market. It was easy to turn off the part of her brain that worried about holding it. The processes of feeling the urge and instantly releasing into the never ending capacity of the diaper became automatic. She blushed seeing yet another fresh pack in her closet. Letting you know you didn’t have to buy every pack for her, and that she’d get the next one.

The transition to using them during remote work started subtly. Up against a deadline, wearing diapers made it easier to sit down and focus for longer period of time. You of course always encouraged it, bringing a cup of coffee for her to ‘boost production.’ Then of course when the clock struck 4 PM, she could simply tape into a fresh one when the two of you started gaming.

Soon it became less of wearing diapers at certain times of the day, to wearing adult underwear only when the two of you went out of the house. It had become too easy for her to walk up to a never empty pack, untape, let it flop to the floor (she knew you’d take care of it), and get into a new one.

When the idea for this year's Halloween costume came up you suggested a baby again. “You know, so you can still wear your diapers.” You said.

“What do you mean? I don’t have to wear a diaper during the party.” She said, surprised when you suggested her control would fail with all those drinks. “I don’t need these.” She said, matter-of-fact from her chair. You two made a bet. If she could stay dry for a week, then she could wear whatever she wanted. Looking at the discoloured yellow of her diaper. You felt confident.

So the next day when she heard you come into the room to check her for the third time that morning, she searched the feeling of her skin inside the diaper. Those annoyed hairs curled into shock. She wasn’t just damp, she was drenched. Searching her memories of the past two hours, she could only surface a vague memory of peeing while eating cereal.

“I did it on purpose.” She lied, pinching her skirt and flipping it up to show you the damage. She ended up wearing the baby costume again that year. As well as the year after that, and after that…

***

Lindsay woke up, crying in anticipation of the day that awaited her. She wore headphones that blared a confusing mix of soundbites convincing her diapers were normal. Before her was a screen, rapidly displaying images of people in diapers. These visuals were accompanied by a plethora of messages suggesting she should accept wearing diapers. Among these visuals were various cartoons that seemed out of place.

According to Lindsay's tally, she had been in captivity for seventeen days. She understood she was a victim, kidnapped by a man who had broken into her house, drugged her, and confined her to a basement devoid of any link to the outside world. Each day followed the same routine: hours of exposure to the headphones and television. The only break in the monotony was mealtime, where she was given canned baby food for lunch and dinner.

At night, the headphones continued to play messages, encouraging her to wet her bed.

"It's not fair..." She remembered thinking on the first morning, waking up to a wet diaper. Her dreams were filled with peeing all over the place and just laughing it off. "How can I control it while I'm asleep?" she questioned, realizing that then the hypnotic messages were having an effect on her subconscious.

Shortly after, her lips started sucking the air, craving something between them. Staring at it for minutes, her thumb snapped into her mouth. Eyes fluttering for a second, she immediately pulled it out. Lindsay played this game of in and out for an hour until eventually, it was in there permanently. If her mouth was empty, she would experience an intense feeling of unease that would only be alleviated when something filled the space - her thumb or a pacifier.

She noticed the time between peeing and feeling it dissipating. Often she only knew because she would either start giggling randomly, or she started rubbing to get off. She was helpless to the simple pavlovian conditioning of the hypnosis. It didn’t feel like a bad thing. Wet diapers deserved a reward.

Over time, her eyes grew accustomed to the bright screen and she even started humming the catchy phrases. He stopped putting on the headphones too. "I non gonna pee pee anymore!" Lindsay thought, feeling a sense of achievement. Just at that moment pee edged up to her bladder. "It's good to wet my diapers," the automatic thought caught the signal. Lindsay never felt it. The message blended into the catchy songs in her head.

Gradually, the content on the television shifted from cartoons and diapers to regular shows. He stopped using the headphones completely and even left the basement door partially open. Lindsay didn't mind these changes; in fact, she loved the cool breeze that drifted in from the open door.

One day, she noticed through the narrow window slits men in police uniforms approaching the house. The man came down and said, "We have some important visitors today. If they hear you, they'll take you away." He gently tapped her on the head as he spoke, "You're going to be a good girl and stay quiet for me, okay?" he asked, looking at her as she sucked her thumb.

"Yes, Daddy. I'll be quiet," was what she intended to say, but what actually came out was an incomprehensible mumble: "iwwowdaaaga."

***

Nikki gently pushed the door open, causing a faint creaking noise. It was the room of her cousin, whom she'd never visited before. Her cousin had always been seen as a black sheep in the family due to her refusal to grow up. Now that she'd moved out to live with her "Daddy", Nikki decided to investigate the room while her aunt was away grocery shopping.

On her left, an outsized crib caught her attention. The rails nearly reached her shoulder. A soft mattress nestled within, adorned with a teddy bear-printed sheet. Above it, a large mobile with intricately designed stars and moons dangled, mimicking a tiny galaxy.

To her right, a sizable changing table stood against the wall. A stack of adult-sized diapers was neatly arranged on the shelf below. The changing pad, covered in a wipe-clean plastic with a delightful bunny and carrot pattern, sat atop. Adjacent to it, a large diaper pail waited, ready for use.

Blinking, Nikki took a moment to absorb the unexpected sight. The pervasive scent of baby powder filled her nostrils. Despite the oddity of the room, she felt an unexpected calmness wash over her, as if the room echoed simpler, carefree times. She approached the changing station and picked up one of the oversized diapers, inspecting its unusual size and soft padding.

A feeling of rebellious curiosity washed over her. Surrendering to the odd comfort that the room provided, she undressed and donned the diaper. It was a strange sensation; she hadn't felt like a toddler since she'd actually been one. With the evidence of her cousin's lifestyle in front of her, she indulged in the forbidden feeling of infancy, delighting in the unfamiliar bulkiness of the diaper. "This must be able to hold a gallon," she mused, finally understanding her cousin's persistent scent of urine.

Next, she approached the gigantic crib, taking in the myriad of pillows and stuffed animals. It was an unusual thought that her cousin had spent her entire life sleeping in this oversized bed. Curiosity piqued, she climbed over the bars and nestled into the plush mattress, surprised by its comfortable embrace. She decided to experience the crib fully, stretching out on her stomach. "This is incredible," she thought, curling up her toes and momentarily closing her eyes.

Her hand brushed against something beneath a pillow – a pacifier. Given that she was already wearing a diaper and lying in a crib, she figured using the pacifier wasn't a stretch. She popped it into her mouth and started to suckle, quickly drifting off to sleep.

In a sleepy haze, she felt a need to urinate. "I have diaper," she thought, and allowed the release, falling asleep before it even finished.

Suddenly, an exclamation jolted Nikki awake. A hand was patting her wet diaper. "Well!" her aunt's voice rang out from above, "Looks like we know how we're going to spend this week, huh?" Nikki blushed and nodded, her face heating up under her aunt's delighted gaze.