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Written by DL4Life
Ever since I can remember I have
always held a fascination for wearing diapers; wanting
to just snag one from the grocery store or even a set of
pampers from my younger sister’s drawer when she was
just a baby. I have never been able to understand why,
but there was something about them that absolutely
caused the utmost obsession. Being twenty-four years
old, I thought I was doomed to live with my strange
addiction myself, but apparently God had other plans.
I was in line at a convenient store to pick up a
monster energy drink while my truck was being fuelled up
outside when I saw her walk in. She was absolutely
stunning, maybe 5’6 with dirty blonde hair and piercing
green eyes. My eyes wandered across her body, noting her
Avenged Sevenfold tee shirt and cute black skirt that
stopped just a little above her knees. She had quite a
figure, no more than 145lbs at most, and most of the
weight most have came from her breasts. They were perky,
possibly a 38C size. I was so awestruck that I never
even noticed her grinning at me.
“Hey.” She said. I shook my head,
awakening from the trance she had me in. “You gonna buy
that drink or what? I’m kinda in a hurry here.” I tilted
my head quizzically wondering if she was toying with me,
or if she’s actually in a rush. I smiled back.
“Oh, sorry,” I muttered, pulling
out a ten dollar bill from my pocket to pay the cashier.
I gave a shy smile back. “Is that better?”
“Well, it would be if you’d move.”
If I wasn’t a sucker, I would have just thought of her
to be obscenely rude, but I caught the smirk and grinned
a bit wider.
“Oh?” I asked. “And what if I
don’t?” She stepped closer, her green eyes scanning my
average male body. I could see her eyes going down to my
legs and up to meet my brown eyes. She gave a shrug and
continued to smile at me.
“Well, I didn’t quite figure out a
response for that one.” I chuckled and stepped aside,
dropping my change back down on the counter to pay for
her Brisk Iced Tea that she was in line to buy. She
looked up at me with her large green eyes as if she
couldn’t find the words to say to me.
“Since you’re in such a hurry.” I
responded without her comment, “I figure I might as well
pay for you.” Her smile widened as she unscrewed the cap
of her drink and took a sip before turning out the door,
but I stopped her. “Wait!” I exclaimed. “Think I could
get your number?” She sent me a coy smile and walked
over to me, placing her hand on the counter of the
“Oh?” She asked. “So you think that
all you have to do is buy me an Iced Tea and you’ll get
my digits?” I stammered, unable to find my wording to
respond to her question.
“Ummm...” I trailed off. “Yes?
After all, I did pay you in minutes since you’re in such
a ‘hurry’ right?” She chuckled and pulled out a pen from
her Nightmare before Christmas purse, taking my right
arm and pulling it close to her. I watched as she wrote
a set of numbers on the top of my hand.
“Yeah,” she said, still writing,
“but your also slowing me down by having to do this. I’m
Katlynn by the way, but you can call me Kat.” She
finished writing and placed her pen back in her purse.
“Call me tomorrow. I owe you about two dollars for that
drink.” I smiled wider than the Grand Canyon as I
watched her walk out the door. My eyes wandered,
catching the frills of her skirt until I saw the
familiar color of what looked to be a child’s sized pull
up diaper. I shook my head violently. No way would a
girl as sassy as her be into such a strange
fetish...could she? I shook my head once more and headed
to my truck, pulling out the gas nozzle and closing my
fuel cap before starting up my vehicle and heading back
I sat down in my apartment and wrote down the
number Kat had given me onto a piece of paper by my
computer, all the while trying to comprehend what I
swore I saw. Maybe it was just some panties and my mind
got too carried away? Yeah right, I swear that was a
ballerina on her butt; no adult panties have that as a
design. I sighed and stood up, going into my closet to
pull out a molicare and booster pad to place on me for
the night. I’ve never been into the Adult Baby thing,
but I loved being taped inside of a comfortable thick
diaper that could hold my wettings while I continued
certain duties around my house either by way of cleaning
or recreation. If you’ve ever been in a video game
competition and had to take a leak, you’d understand how
convenient diapers actually could be.
After I administered the baby powder and taped
the molicare into place, I relaxed and sat on my sofa
just before turning on my xbox360 console. I had twelve
hours until my next shift at work and I was ready to
just let go and have some fun. Within a few presses of
the ‘A’ Button, I was at the starting screen of my
favorite shooter game Call of Duty. I plugged up my
headset and started a match while I remained sitting on
my sofa in nothing more than a black tank-top and my
light purple fresh molicare diaper. Right as the match
begun, I heard a very familiar voice on the other end of
“Whose ready to get owned?” the
voice asked. I chuckled; I had to speak up.
“That voice sounds extremely
familiar,” I commented as the game began. As luck would
have it, she was on my team. “You didn’t happen to have
a guy buy you something at an AMPM store today, did
you?” There was a pause for what felt like an eternity
until she finally spoke up.
“Oh my gawd...” I heard her mutter.
I chuckled as the match started.
“So much for in a hurry, huh?” I
asked still chuckling. At that moment, I felt a need to
urinate, but decided to hold it. After all, a molicare
can hold multiple wettings on its own, but added with a
booster pad practically makes it leak-proof. “So, I’m
safe to say this is Kat, huh?”
“Yup,” she replied back. I wasn’t
even focusing on the game due to how extremely slim the
chances are of me playing a video game on the same team
of the girl I had just met only an hour or so ago.
“So....this is awkward.”
“What was such the hurry?” I asked.
There was a pause and suddenly, she disappeared from the
team and quit, leaving me in the match without her. I
sighed, wondering if I just may have pissed her off
until I heard the familiar notification on the bottom of
my screen that she wanted to join a private chat. Of
course I accepted it.
“Hey,” she said. “You really want
to know why I was in a hurry?”
“Well, yeah...” I responded.
“I really had to use the restroom.”
I chuckled and answered without even thinking.
“Why didn’t you just use your
diaper?” There was an extremely long pause where each
moment felt like a knife into my chest.
“You...you saw?” She asked,
embarrassment obvious in her voice. “I...I gotta go..”
“Wait,” I said, hoping to keep her
in the chat. “Its no big deal.”
“W...what?” she stammered. I sighed
and looked at the clock in my living room.
“Look, it’s 7:30 in the afternoon,
why don’t you meet me over at the Starbucks across from
that AMPM we met at and I’ll treat you for coffee?”
“I’m totally confused,” she
replied, worry and shame in her voice. “You saw me in a
“So?” I replied, cutting her of.
“Trust me. And you never even got my name. I’m Jason.”
There was another long pause.
“Jason?” She asked back. “Okay...I
was in a hurry because I already have used my...my
diaper. I didn’t want it to leak.” My eyes shot wide as
the realization sank in. A beautiful girl that wears
diapers...and I happen to run into her! I had to ask
“Is it by choice?”
“Is what by choice?” She replied.
“Wearing diapers? Do you choose to,
or is it a medical thing?” I heard her sigh before she
gave me the answer.
“Just meet me at the Starbucks
okay?” She asked. ‘And I think it’s obvious that I will
be wearing pants this time.” I stood up after turning
off my Xbox and looked at my diapered crotch. The tapes
were on quite securely, and if I removed them then
they’d possibly lose their adhesive and I’d be left with
one giant unusable pad. I sighed and went into my room
frantically searching for something baggy enough to hide
the bulk of my padded britches. As luck would have it, I
found a pair of loose fit blue jeans that went up to my
waist with ease. Aside from the slight crinkle, it was
nowhere close to obvious that a twenty-four year old man
was wearing his own toilet. With a smile, I grabbed the
keys to my truck and rushed out of the apartment to meet
The drive to the Starbucks was a short one, but
my mind was racing with so many possible scenarios that
it felt like an eternity before I reached my
destination. Finally, I arrived and stepped out of my
Ford pickup only to lock my brown eyes with the now
timid green hues of Kat. She was outside of the coffee
shop, wrapped up in a gray UCR jacket and black slacks.
I sized her up and sighed; unlike last time, there was
no evidence of her wearing a diaper.
“Hey.” I said, approaching her. She
remained motionless, still keeping her eyes on me.
“I...” she trailed off, her green
eyes darting away. “I thought I was careful...I thought
no one would notice...” I walked closer to her and took
her hand, slowly sitting her down on the patio chair
outside the building while I pulled up another one to
sit beside her. “But...after seeing that, why do you
want to see me? I’m a...freak...” she muttered the last
word under her breath, but I felt her pain when she said
it. My mind suddenly was taken aback by the strong urge
to urinate. I grunted, realizing I had decided to hold
it in almost thirty minutes ago. She looked at me
quizzically with a raised eyebrow.
“You okay?” She asked. I crossed my
legs and sighed.
“Ummm...I guess its confession time
for me too,” I sighed out as my bladder cried for
release. “But I will in a second, I have to pee
horribly!” Her look of confusion expanded as she noticed
that I didn’t stand up to go to the bathroom as I said.
“You gonna piss your pants?” She
asked, her eyes skimming down to my crotch. “If you
gotta go, go inside.”
“I’m already going...” I said,
exhaling a sigh as I emptied my urine into my diaper. I
felt the stream splash against the front of it before
dripping down the back and settling near my rear end. I
pushed out, emptying my entire bladder while I kept my
eyes shut to avoid her glare. Finally, I finished. Once
I opened my eyes, I saw hers staring directly at me.
“You...peed?” She asked, her head
tilted. “H...how? Your not wet.”
“Oh I am,” I nervously chuckled.
Slowly, I unzipped my fly and pulled the crease back on
my jeans to reveal my purple molicare. The booster took
care of all the wetness, so it didn’t look fully used,
but I didn’t need to prove that. Her eyes lit up in
shock as she covered her mouth with her right hand.
“Oh my gawd...” she muttered.
“You...your diapered?” I shrugged and nodded.
“I been wearing them since I got my
first job at eighteen,” I replied, zipping back up.
“Since I live on my own, I can afford the finer ones.
So...I guess by process of elimination, this makes me a
freak too?” She shook her head for no and stood up,
adjusting her slacks before offering me her hand.
“Come on, Jason,” she said. “I need
some coffee, and this time, it’s my treat.”
We finally bought our coffee and by this time it
was nine at night. I sighed as she walked me to my
truck, but she caught it and gave me a concerned look.
“Jason?” she asked. “Something on
“I guess...” I replied, looking at
my truck. “It’s just...for years I’ve prayed for a girl
who understands what I go through, and now this has
happened. I guess I kind of am having that ‘I don’t want
the night to end’ type moment, you know?” She chuckled
and brushed her dirty blonde hair back behind her
“Who says it has to?” She asked,
stepping closer to me. I gulped as I found my backside
against the door of my truck. She advanced closer until
her breasts were against my chest and her arms on my
waist. She smirked and slowly used her right hand to
bring my ear to her lips. “I need my diaper changed,”
she whispered, somehow making it sound so seductive. My
penis came alive, bucking and growing inside my wet
diaper as she pulled away. I was left speechless as she
pulled down her slacks just enough for me to see a
yellowish frilly top of a pull up diaper. “I’ve peed
twice so far and a third won’t hold, I can assure you of
that. If you change me....I’ll change you.” My body
shuddered at the though. For almost six years I’ve been
changing myself and have only changed my younger sister
maybe two times total. She must have sensed my concern
because she took my hand in hers and gave me a soft peck
on the cheek. “You’ll be fine,” she whispered, tapping
my right pocket to indicate me to get my keys out. “Take
me home...well...your home.” I smiled and unlocked my
truck, sitting inside before reaching over to open her
door. It was a thing of beauty watching her get into my
truck; she was so beautiful. Our eyes connected and she
gave me a soft smile while placing her left hand on my
knee. I placed the truck in drive and took off back
“Nice set of wheels,” she
commented, looking around my cab of the truck. Her eyes
stopped when it came upon the Avenged Sevenfold CD case
just to the right of my center console. “You like them
“Of course,” I chuckled. “I saw
them in concert for the first time back in 2007. That
was also the first show where I decided to never go to
without a diaper again. The lines for the toilet were
out the door.” She giggled and tapped her crotch lightly
with her right hand.
“Why do you think I like wearing
them?” she asked. “Boys are lucky because they come
equipped with fire hoses. Us girls, though, have to sit
down to do all of our business. The lines take longer
and, lets face it, not every girl is as clean as you men
think.” She shuddered and looked back at me. ‘I’ve seen
some bathrooms that would make you never want to use a
restroom again, Jason. Believe me. So, I wear diapers
when I go out so I don’t have to worry about placing my
butt somewhere it doesn’t deserve to sit on.” I couldn’t
help but laugh at her statement, but the girl had an
amazing point. I snickered and turned to face her while
at the final stop light before my apartment.
“Yeah,” I replied back, gaining
more confidence with each moment talking to her. “From
what I see, that butt of yours is far too pretty to have
to sit on nasty toilets.” She blushed a bit from the
compliment and sat her left hand on my knee once more as
we pulled into my parking space. “Home sweet home,” I
exclaimed, turning off my truck. She sighed and
stretched her arms.
“Good, I peed again. I don’t think
I leaked though....did I?” She lifted her butt up and I
looked to see, but there was no damage.
“Nope,” I said. “It looks like you
must have a premium brand pull up to handle wettings
like that.” She giggled and stood up, waddling a bit as
she adjusted herself.
“Nah,” she stated, walking over to
my side of the truck. She took my hand and clasped it in
her own as we walked through the courtyard towards my
apartment number. “Sometimes it’s just hit and miss. If
I drink a lot of water or alcohol, I can get by with one
wetting before needing to change. But I been kind of
dehydrated today so they haven’t been too bad.” I
smiled, looking down at her before unlocking my door and
ushering her inside.
“Well, princess, this is my home.”
I watched as she stepped inside, admiring everything my
place had to offer. I had a fifty-inch flat screen
mounted on the wall above my TV stand, which had my
basic video games and DVDs stacked on it. There were
also multiple band posters and pictures hanging on my
wall, along with my prized Fender American Telecaster
electric guitar that was hung between two pictures of
Synister Gates and Zacky Vengance from A7x. She turned
and looked at me with wide eyes as she walked closer to
“Your place is heaven,” she
whispered in adoration. “If this is your living
room...what does your actual room look like?” I chuckled
and offered her my hand to show her. She willingly
accepted it as I escorted her through my hallway and
into my master bedroom. Once my door was opened, her
eyes met the red comforter atop my queen size mattress
that was on an oak bed frame in the center of the room.
To our left was a four-drawer dresser with a mirror on
the top of it, and to the right was another six-drawer
dresser that was shaped more for horizontal length than
vertical. She walked over to the bed and sat down,
patting it with her hand. “Comfy,” she stated, now lying
back on my bed.
“You better not leak on my bed,” I
teased, walking over to the taller dresser that had the
mirror on it. She stuck her tongue out at me childishly
before unbuckling the belt on her slacks.
“Well, you better change me then,
shouldn’t you?” I shook my head, pulling out the top
left drawer. This was my diaper stockpile; Molicares,
Tena Slips, X pluses and even store bought cheap brands
were all inside of this dresser, I turned back and
looked at her just in time to see her remove her pants,
laying on my bed in her sweatshirt and her sodden
“I have Molicare, Tenas, and X plus
diapers,” I told her. “Do you have a preference?”
“We should match,” she replied with
a coy grin. “Give me what you like to wear.” My penis
began to twitch again as I reached for a purple
molicare. Once I got it, I pulled out some baby powder
and some moist flushable wipes. With a smile, I turned
and walked towards the bed, finding Kat with her right
hand pressed against the front of her wet pull up. Her
eyes were closed and her body was relaxed. Subtle moans
escaped her lips and then I realized she was playing
with herself. I sat next to her, placing my hand on top
of hers that rested on her crotch.
“Maybe you shouldn’t be changed
just yet,” I whispered into her ear before tenderly
giving it a nibble. Slowly, I traced my tongue down the
side of her face and neck, crossing to her breasts that
remained hidden underneath her sweatshirt. With a bit of
dominance, I grabbed her left hand to hoist her up just
enough to pull her shirts off. Once I did, I was met
with shear-breasted beauty. She grinned at me, still
keeping her right hand on her wet diaper. With her left,
she motioned for me to get on top of her, which I gladly
obliged. Her hand came off of her diaper and I found my
shirt being pulled off of me to where we were both with
our chests against each other. Her hands worked their
way down my body, touching everywhere while she leaned
upwards to plant her succulent lips on mine. My mind was
spinning, trapped in immense bliss as her hands crept
lower until they reached my belt buckle. With one fluid
motion, my belt was off and my fly was undone. She sat
up, pushing me back.
“Lets see the damage your diaper
took,” she said seductively, pulling down my pants. I
assisted her by lifting my legs up so they could come
off easier. “Oh you naughty boy,” she chuckled, looking
down at the bulge in my diaper. “Someone’s happy isn’t
“Can you blame him?” I asked,
pushing her back down. Our wet diapers connected,
rubbing against each other as I plunged my tongue into
my new lover’s throat. She pulled back and smiled.
“I need you,” she whispered,
reaching to the side of her pull up and undoing the tear
off section. I folded it to the side and looked down to
see her trimmed moist pussy begging for me to enter it.
I looked back, making eye contact with her while she
reached into my diaper and pulled my dick out to where
none of my tabs even were removed. “Your diaper can
still hold much more,” she explained. “Mine’s done, but
I’m not. I’m so wet for you, Jason.” I leaned in,
kissing her as my dick inched closer to her awaiting
pussy. I could feel my diaper rubbing against hers and
then I felt the amazing warmth of her wet vagina
opening. I reached down, still keeping eye contact as I
found her hole and slid inside. She let out a stifled
moan and arched her back while I pushed in deeper,
slowly giving her all the eight inches I had. If my
balls were not in my diaper, they would have been
hitting her ass. Her arms reached up, clasping onto my
shoulders as I reached the hilt of my cock and couldn’t
go deeper. Her eyes pleaded with me to fuck her, and I
couldn’t disappoint. Slowly, I withdrew my member until
about halfway out, and then I rammed it back inside,
forcing a loud moan from Kat’s lips. I continued,
keeping a steady rhythm as her cries of pleasure
increased. She reached down, rubbing her clit with her
right hand while my dick continued to pound her. Moans
turned into screams, and screams turned into the
dirtiest talk I have ever heard a girl say.
“Oh yeah, you like my wet pussy?”
she moaned. “Your diaper girl’s pussy is all yours,
Jason, fuck me harder...harder...” She begged and
pleaded for me to pound her into submission, so I
grabbed her side and forced her to roll over onto her
knees. This left her pull up to dangle from her waist,
but I didn’t care. I came up from behind and unclasped
her bra before sticking my penis inside of her once
more. She howled like a wolf when I gave her breast a
snug squeeze while I penetrated her, and she bucked like
a wild bronco against me to further her pleasure. Her
juices were leaking all over the front of my diaper, but
I didn’t care, I was lost in the moment until she turned
to give me the look in her green eyes.
“Come inside of me,” she moaned
loudly. “Fill me, Jason, I want your cum...”
I hesitated, thinking that I barely even know
this woman, but she suddenly withdrew from me, forcing
me on my back before I had anything to say about. “I’m
getting your cum, Jason,” she panted, grabbing my dick
with her right hand and placing it inside of her pussy.
She ripped of her diaper and tossed it to the floor with
a thick ‘plop’ before riding me into town like a
two-dollar donkey. I was the one moaning and clinching
the sheets as she rocked my stick hard, bouncing,
bucking, twisting and turning. I felt the pressure
rising inside my ballsack and I knew it wouldn’t be long
before I would be spraying her insides with my hot white
load. But it was when we locked eyes
yet again that I saw something I had never seen with any
woman before...a family. Her holding my child and
smiling up at me saying “someone needs a change, and not
the baby.” I looked up at her and smiled.
“You want my cum?” I asked. She
simply nodded, fucking me harder to get my seed out.
“You can have it, sweetheart.” I began bucking too,
pulling out shortly after she dove in to give deeper
more passionate thrusts. My time was coming, I could
feel it. My hands came to her hips, thrusting her
against my hard twitching cock as my ejaculation neared.
“Oh god, Kat, I’m going to come.”
“Give it to me, Jason,” she moaned,
now rubbing herself yet again. “Give me your cum. I’ve
been...such a good girl.” Harder I pumped, my body
tensing as my sperm grew closer to its release. This was
going to be my most powerful orgasm I have ever
experienced. Her moaning increased, as did mine until
“OH MY GOD!” I exploded, sending
wave after wave of healthy sperm deep inside of
Katlynn’s thirsty pussy. I felt her hole tighten,
sucking up every ounce of my load while I continued to
shoot more and more inside of her. My body twitched as
she lay against me, kissing my neck.
“Mmmm,” she moaned. “I still feel
you finishing. You came a lot, babe.”
“Can you blame me?” I asked,
breathlessly. “That...was the most amazing sex I have
ever had. Ummm...your on the pill right?” She chuckled
and stood up, removing my cock from her. I watched as my
spunk poured out like a waterfall.
“How’s about that fresh diaper?”
“You aren’t on the pill?” I asked,
anger deep in my voice. “What the heck are you thinking?
What if you get pregnant?” Her eyes grew downcast as I
wrapped her up in a molicare diaper for the night. I
sighed as I looked down at her. Honestly, what was I
thinking? Here is a girl who shares the same desires and
fantasies that I do who actually wants to take a risk
“I...I dunno,” she muttered, tears
forming in her eyes. “I’ve never felt like that before
with any man, I’ve never even said something like that.
I...please don’t be mad, Jason. I’m sorry.” I sighed and
placed my hand on her cheek to soothe her.
“It’s okay Kat,” I said, standing
her up. “I wouldn’t mind a life with you, but we still
got a lot more of each other that we must figure out. So
why don’t you go to the living room and select a movie
to watch? We’ll stay here tonight and get to really know
each other.” She smiled and hopped up to her feet with a
crinkle from her diaper before walking to the living
room, but she came back.
“Hey babe?” she asked. I looked up
at her. “Can...you keep cumming inside of me? It really
makes me feel...loved.” I smiled as I stood up,
adjusting my own diaper. The sex had made me need to
urinate, so I just let go. This time the booster didn’t
hold, so my diaper began to change color to prove it was
wet. She looked down and noticed it before looking back
up at me.
“Of course,” I replied with a
smile. “Keep giving me sex like that, I may just always
stay inside you.” She grinned and blushed slightly at
the compliment before she turned and walked away. I
noticed she had also wet herself and I couldn’t help but
think of how beautiful my life was going to be.
End of Book One
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