As I walked through the door to the grocery store, I had to make sure she was working. Lately, it seems that the only time I see her is when she’s working….not much time around campus. Yes, she was my favorite cashier – I’d know her for years, ever since she was a freshman in high school and I was a senior. She was always quick with a hello and with a smile. I’d never been interested in her until recently…don’t know why either. As I rounded the corner, I saw her in the express lane. I caught her eye and she gave me a friendly wave! Her name was Lori….

I had some light shopping to do – pick up some items for a friend and for myself. I quickly found all the items I needed and headed towards the check-out line. She smiled again as she saw me get in her line. It warmed me inside to see her beautiful smile. I put my items on the register and she quickly started with the small talk like “how was your day”, “how you doing in school”, those sort of questions that we seem to ask each time we meet. She slowly rang up my items in order to prolong our casual conversation. When she got to the package of pampers for my friend’s child…she looked them scrutinized them for a moment and asked, “do you think I could fit into these?” It caught me completely off guard! I looked at the bag and replied that they were for a newborn and I don’t think that they would fit her. I told her that perhaps the larger ones may. I then asked her why! She said that she was going to a Halloween party and wanted to dress as a baby! She wanted to wear authentic baby diapers to help complete her costume. She smiled at me and finished ringing up my items. Then, she asked if I wasn’t doing anything, would I like to accompany her to the party. My heart nearly leapt out of my chest! “YES!” I answered emphatically, “I would love to go with you, but I’ll have to come up with a costume.” She explained that I had all week and that I could meet her at her house to take her to the party. We quickly exchanged phone numbers; I paid for my items and left the store.

I was in for a hellish week! Not only was work and school a bitch, I couldn’t stop thinking about my friend and what her costume would look like! Until she asked me that question, I had never thought of any adult wearing a diaper! I’m sure she would look amazing in anything she would wear. She was short, around 5’ 5” and maybe weighed 115 pounds wet. She had a tanned, smooth complexion with long black hair and green eyes – eyes you could melt into. She always wore form fitting clothing, at least what I saw of her around campus. Now, I began to obsess with how she would look in a diaper….where on earth did these thoughts come from?

Finally, Friday arrived and I couldn’t wait for work to end. The day dragged with all sorts of tedious, nonsensical “taskers” that did more than occupy my time, but annoy the living crap out of me. I happily shut off my computer at the end of the day and left for home.

Now, I had one last obstacle to overcome before I went to pick Lori up. Yeah, I’d procrastinated and now, I had to scramble to come up with a decent outfit for the party. I’ve always hated going to costume parties and seeing people not in any costume! One of many pet peeves! Anyway, I finally settle on going as the biker from the Village People. I already owned a black leather vest and chaps, so it wouldn’t look totally ridiculous and I’d be in costume. I opted to wear the vest sans shirt but I wore jeans under the chaps. I didn’t look half bad!

“Okay, something must be wrong with me”, I said to myself as I approached her apartment. I was actually giddy and shaking slightly from excitement. The thought of this beautiful girl in diapers had been getting to me all week and now I was going to see what sort of costume she’d come up with. I would not be disappointed….I parked the car, got out and walked to her door. I could barely contain myself as I rang her doorbell…the door opened and I nearly lost my mind. There was this beautiful, 22 year old dressed as a baby. Well, that’s not entirely true….like when a girl dresses as a sexy nurse, she’s not really a nurse, just sexy. Saying that she looked sexy seemed weird at the time, but for lack of a better word, that’s what she was! Her hair was up in pigtail and held by pink ribbon. She was wearing a short, cropped t-shirt that didn’t cover her ironing-board flat stomach. She was wearing a small bib over the shirt that only helped to bring notice to her small but ample breasts. Around her neck was a pacifier on a pink and yellow ribbon. My eyes continued down her tanned figure to what I had been fantasizing about all week long…her diapers. There she was, standing there in actual baby diapers. The barely fit her and looked more like low-rise bikini panties but were slightly bulky on her. She did a quick spin for me and they looked even better on her small, plump butt. She was hot! Her costume was completed by her knee-high socks and cute ballerina slippers. She smiled at me and said, “let’s go!”

The ride to the party was uneventful, other than the raging hard-on I had! “Who needs Viagra with a girl like her, dressed the way she’s dressed” I quietly thought to my self. She kept asking me if I thought her costume was okay and it was so difficult to not be overly enthusiastic. I assured her that if there was a costume contest, she would win, hands down. She said she almost changed her mind at the last minute because she felt rather self-conscious wearing such a skimpy outfit. She also explained she had to wear two pairs of the diapers because one wasn’t enough. What did she mean by that? I would find out later on. She said my costume was okay but I should have worn something a little more daring. I told her I was lazy and waited until the last minute to come up with something. She giggled and said that next time, she would take care of my costume! I had no idea what she meant by that!

We arrived at the party and I quickly ran to open her door. She cooed a little as I gently held her hand to help her out of the car. Man, I couldn’t keep my eyes off her ass and couldn’t believe how good her butt looked in a diaper! She quickly grabbed my other hand and we walked into the party. She was already assuming the role of being my little girl and even started sucking on her paci. She was adorable.

The host of the party had no idea what was coming! He too was as shocked and amazed at this pampered beauty. We walked in and all eyes were quickly upon us. Sure, there were all sorts of women in sexy Halloween costumes but none compared to my date. She made sure to quickly establish that I was her date by pulling me closer and giving me a quick peck on the cheek. She then made the rounds, and introduced me to her friends. Men couldn’t stop staring at her. There’s something to be said about a woman in a diaper…to me, they just seem to go together! She waddled off to get us a drink and I found us a place to sit.

The night was wonderful! We drank, danced, drank and danced some more. She was the hit of the party and didn’t mind showing off her athletic, albeit diapered body. She finally decided it was time for a break and we went to find a vacant place to sit down and just relax. I sat down and she shyly sat on my lap. She was, after all, daddy’s girl! Heck, she’d been calling me daddy all night long! She put her arms around me and said I was being a good daddy! I was in heaven! Then, she said something I will never, ever forget! She put her lips up to my ear and gently whispered, “I’m wetting my diapers right now” and she grabbed my hand and placed it on her crotch. Okay, to say I was stunned was an understatement. Shocked, yes but turned on…holy crap…I was so turned on. “Turned on? By an adult wearing and wetting diapers? What’s wrong with me?” She gently sighed and told me that’s why she wore two pair. One just didn’t hold enough. I asked her how she knew. She explained she’d been wearing them to work to make sure they fit and worked properly. Her first day wetting them, she leaked badly – she was at work! She learned her lesson that day!

She was so nonchalant about the entire situation. I could feel her warmth spreading throughout the diaper and I could feel it begin to bulk up. I couldn’t help myself and I gently squeezed the bulging diaper. She cooed again and whispered to me that she loved how they felt when they were wet. She loved how the gel in the diaper gently caressed her private area. She kissed me on the cheek again and said I’d better stop rubbing her or there would be trouble. She didn’t want that happening at the party!

That, would come later!

The evening began to wind down and she indicated that she was ready to leave the party. I had quit drinking earlier so I could drive and she was mighty thankful for that! Towards the end of the party, she spent all of her time exclusively with me and pretty much ignored any other guy at the party. I was a lucky man! She had also indicated that she had better be leaving since her diapers were completely saturated and she was in need of a change. I wondered what that would entail! So, we grabbed out belongings and headed out to the car.

She was in a really good mood as we drove back to her place. She said she had a wonderful time and hoped that I wasn’t upset about the fact she had actually used her diapers instead of being a “big girl” and excusing herself to use the bathroom. She was also a little concerned that other people could tell she was wet. I explained that other than a more pronounced bulge, it was unnoticeable. I also told her that I wasn’t upset about her “accident”. I further explained that it turned me on. She grinned evilly and leaned across and gave me another kiss on the cheek. I actually blushed again! She was still completely adorable!

We arrived at her apartment, and I went around and opened her door for her. She reached out, took my hand and planted a big, wet kiss right on my lips. Her lips were so soft and supple. I could feel myself melting into her arms. We kissed for what seemed like an eternity and she pulled away ever so gently, biting her lower lip with eyes full of mischief. She asked me if I would like to come in and hang out for a while. I told her that I didn’t want to and she began to pout terribly! I grinned and said I was only kidding. She took me by the hand and skipped along as we walked to her door. My heart skipped along with her!

Once we got inside, she grabbed me a beer and said it was time for me to relax some. I asked her if she was going to change her diapers and she said no, she wasn’t ready to just yet! She said she was still enjoying the squishyness if her diapers. She made no attempt to cover herself up either, continuing to walk around only in her diapers and t-shirt. I took of my chaps and vest and sat around in only my jeans. I wondered if she could tell what an effect she had on me by how she had been acting and how she was dressed! I went over and sat down on her couch. She immediately came over and straddled me as I lay back on the couch. I nearly wet myself when she did that!

As I lay back, she started to grind her saturated diapers on my crotch area. It didn’t take long for me to get hard as she did that and I know she could tell what was happening to me! I had to ask her if this was okay with her in spite of the fact she was initiating things. She said she had wanted to get with me since the first time she saw me back in high school. I could believe she said that because I was a complete geek in school. She said that she knew I had some special qualities and loved how I treated other people. She continued to grind on my crotch and leaned forward and began kissing my neck.

Suddenly, she sat up and said she had one last thing to ask before we went any further. “In order for us to work, there have to be some ground rules that you have to follow,” she began to explain. “For example, I won’t be the only one who wears diapers. I will let you know when it’s time for you to wear them…just not yet.” I didn’t know where she was going with this. “I will continue to wear diapers and if you have a problem with this, then we’d better stop now.” I stammered that I had no problem with her wearing them but me? I reluctantly said yes, I would but I thought to myself that I’ll look ridiculous! She went back to riding my crotch and things started to get heavy.

I could tell she was working herself into a frenzy because she was grinding harder and with greater frequency. Her breath was hot on my neck and I felt like was about ready to bust. She kept whispering gently into my ear “does daddy like his little girl and her wet didies?” I thought I was going to lose my mind along with my load when she sat back up, reached down and undid my jeans. My member popped out like a wound-too-tight jack-in-the-box. She squealed and said “oh my!” She lifted herself up and slid the diaper to the side, just enough for me to enter her. The saturated, gellid diaper felt awesome against my skin! She slowly slid down me, taking her sweet time, as if to torture herself a little longer. It took everything I had to not release inside her immediately. I calmed myself down for the moment and we began to move in unison. We were as one. I’d thrust, she’d parry and it seemed as if time had stood still. She began to tense up and I could hear her begin to grunt slightly. “Oh no…I’m being a naughty girl…I’m going to poop my diapers” and with that, she messed her diapers. I could feel the back of her diaper slowly expand as she purposely messed her pants. “I’m such a bad girl! Feel how bad I am” and I reached back and felt her still expanding mess. I gave it a slight push, mashing it and further making it all the messier. When I did that, she began to moan louder and louder. “Yes, mash it in…remind me how bad I’m being” and with that, we came!

We lie there after climaxing for a few minutes, drenched in each other’s sweat. My heart was still racing madly as was my mind. This girl continues to shock me and in a good way. Why was this such a turn on for me? She sat back up and grinned. “Now comes my next request,” she said ever so gently. “You have to change me!” She slowly slid off me and wobbly stood up. She turned around as if she wanted me to inspect the damage. “Oh, I’m such a dirty girl…I need a change bad!” I wearily got up from the couch and said we’d better take care of this in the bathroom. She agreed.

Once in the bathroom, I placed a towel on the floor and gingerly laid her onto the towel. She kept staring up at me with those beautiful doe-eyes and continued to bite on her lower lip. She looked so cute! I untapped the soaked diapers and grabbed some baby wipes and tried my best to clean her mess. It was everywhere. There was no way wipes were going to take care of this baby! I cleaned her as best I could and told her a shower was necessary. She laughed and agreed. “Yeah, I really did make a mess of the situation, didn’t I?” We got up off of the floor and stepped into the shower. I soaped her up real well and I made sure that every nook and cranny was cleaned. As I cleaned her, she kept kissing my neck and licking my ears. Again, she was waking the animal in me. I could tell that round two was getting ready to take place! I still couldn’t shake the images from the evening from my head, nor would I ever want to. It didn’t take long before we were going hard at it in the shower.

After her shower, she insisted I put her back into diapers. She also insisted I stay the night. I was a bit hesitant because I could tell I had a good thing going and I didn’t was to screw it up! After all, I’d waited this long….

She lay down on the bed and grabbed two pairs of pampers. I gingerly powdered her private area and her cute, taught butt! I slipped the diapers under her hips and one by one, fastened the tapes. She got up off the bed, put on a short, baby doll nightie and checked herself out in the mirror. She was adorable! We were both exhausted from the day’s events, so we climbed into bed together and she snuggled up close to me and made sure that her diapered butt was pushed tightly into my crotch. She said we’d better get a good night’s sleep because tomorrow was going to be a busy day! I had no idea what she had planned but, I quickly fell fast asleep.

She was up before I was and as I opened my eyes, the room was full of light. I grabbed my shorts, slipped them on and walked into the kitchen. She already had breakfast ready and the smell of freshly brewed coffee was music to my senses! She was still dressed in her baby doll nightie and diapers. Her diapers were wet and I asked her why she hadn’t changed them yet. She explained that she was waiting on her daddy to change them for her! But first, she suggested we eat before our food got cold. It was delicious!

I helped her clear the table and wash/put away dishes. Afterward, she grabbed my hand and said she needed to be changed! For the second time in as many days, I was amazed with how amazing this girl looked. Watching her walk to the bedroom and seeing her diaper-covered ass sway back and forth was as erotic as any porn movie! My underwear were beginning to get a little bit tighter as I placed her on the bed. She could tell I was getting a bit excited and she told me I’d have to wait. “We’ll have time for that later; however, we’ve got some shopping to finish before tonight’s events!” I had no idea what she was talking about. Disappointingly, I undid her diapers, she lifted her hips, I broke out the baby wipes, cleaned her and placed to clean pair of pampers on her. She hesitated and said that she wanted to try three pair so, I put a third diaper on top of the other two. She stood up and could barely put her legs together.

After I diapered her, she decided that she could finish dressing herself. She went to her closet and picked out a really short pleated denim miniskirt and spaghetti-strap shirt. Her skirt was short – very short! She would have to be very careful about bending over, let alone climbing any stairs! She grabbed a pair of sandals and she sat down to wait for me to finish getting ready. I finished getting dressed, grabbed my keys and we headed out the door.

Like I said, she explained that we had some shopping to do. I didn’t know what sort of shopping she meant and I didn’t know what our plans were for the evening. As we drove to the grocery store, she told me that we were attending a fetish ball. She said she’d always wanted to attend one but never wanted to go alone. She didn’t even want to go with her friends. She was excited that I was going to go with her. I told her I didn’t even know what one was. She said don’t worry; I’ll take care of everything. For the second time, I wondered what this little minx was up to!

We stopped by the local grocery store and she told me to wait in the car, she’d only be a moment. She got out of the car and I almost wet my pants! Her skirt was slightly caught up in the back and her diapers were completely exposed for the world to see. She hesitated for a second, looked back to see her reflection in the car window and gently tugged her skirt back down but not enough to completely cover her diapers. She grinned at me and skipped off into the store. I spent a few minutes reflecting on that sight when I noticed her skipping back out of the store with a somewhat bulky package in hand. I noticed behind her that a few of the bag-boys and a couple of other guys were staring at her slack-jawed...I couldn’t blame them! I wondered what she had in the bag! She told me to pop the trunk and she put the package in the trunk. She got back into the car and we were off to our next destination.

This time, we stopped by a kinky clothing store. I was sort of embarrassed but intrigued at the same time. There were all sorts of leather, vinyl clothing from light bondage to full-on restraints. I was looking around and she came up to me with a measuring tape to get my waist measurement. She giggled, and took off towards another section of the store. She told me to wait or continue looking around and that she had a surprise for me. Once again, all eyes in the store were on her. She was making no effort to keep her skirt down in back and when she bent over to look at things on the lower shelves, she bent at her waist, not her knees. She knew what she was doing! At one point, she stood up, placed her hand on her crotch and proceeded to wet herself. She looked so cute and innocent when she was being her naughtiest! I could feel myself quickly falling for her and I was falling quickly!

She refused to show me what she had bought because she reminded me that it was a surprise and that if our relationship was going to progress and continue, I had to comply 100%. Of course, she knew I was hers and I could tell that little by little, she was gaining control over me. I didn’t mind at all!

We stopped for lunch on the way home and she made sure everyone could see her diapers. She loved the attention and completely hammed up the situation. While waiting in line for our food, she leaned over to tell me that she was wetting her didies once again. This time, she didn’t whisper and anyone within earshot could hear her saying it. I almost busted my jeans when she said that! She asked me to hold her and as I did, she slowly wet her diapers once again. “All better daddy!” she exclaimed after she finished wetting her pampers and we got a few strange looks. I didn’t mind…after all, she was the most beautiful girl in the restaurant. We finished eating without delay and headed back to her apartment.

“Tonight, you are in my control,” she began to explain. “I’ll be in charge and you will do whatever I ask of you…starting with this” and she handed me the large package she’d picked up from the grocery store. They were adult diapers. Belted Depends, to be exact. “That’s not all, you see, we’re going to a fetish ball and you have to wear something kinky. I’ve picked this outfit out special for you because I can tell you are fascinated with diapers and wearing diapers in public.” She handed me the second package. It was a pair of blue, clear PVC blue jeans and some baby-print PVC diaper covers. “We’ll have similar outfits but I’m in charge” she further explained. Diapers? Me in diapers? To be honest, I’d never thought about it but I had to admit, I was a bit excited about pleasing her and seeing what she had planned on wearing. She told me to strip and said she was going to help me get dressed this time.

She deftly fastened up the diapers, and slid them up my thighs. Now, before when I said that seeing her in a diaper was exciting and how hard it made me, well it was almost nothing to compare to this! I was so hard I could have chipped diamonds! Having a beautiful girl diaper you while she was wearing diapers was almost too much to handle. At first, the diapers could barely cover me and we had to wait a bit before the “swelling” had gone down. Then, she slid the equally skimpy PVC diaper covers up over my diapers and the next thing I heard was a “click” – they were locking diaper covers and were pretty thick. “No way you’re getting out of these without my help” she said. “Wait, what if I have to use the bathroom” I asked and she explained that “you’ll figure that out when the time comes!” Once again, she had on the naughtiest of grins! Then, she slid the clear blue bluejeans up and over my diapers. Yes, people were going to be able to tell I had diapers on, nosiree, there’d be no hiding or denying the fact I had on diapers. I didn’t mind.

She squealed with delight and told me she loved how I looked! Then, she said to wait because she had to get ready. She skipped out of the room humming to herself.

It seemed like an eternity for her to get ready. I kept asking to see what she was doing and she said wait…that I would be pleasantly surprised. I really began to sweat in my plastic jeans while waiting on her. Lucky for me, I had used the restroom before she locked me into my diapers. Finally, she yelled out for me to shut my eyes and get ready for a big surprise!

She stepped quietly into the living room where I had been waiting impatiently. I was so tempted to sneak a peek but I knew that would upset her. So, patiently I waited….finally she told me to open my eyes. What I saw standing before me was yet another image I will never forget. She was in diapers again (three) but her outfit was probably the sexiest thing I had ever seen. She had on a clear hot pink plastic corset with no bra. It barely contained her ample breasts. It didn’t quite make it all the way down her stomach which left it exposed. Her miniskirt was a matching clear hot pink plastic that was similar to a skating skirt. It almost covered her adorable, diapered ass. She had on hot pink clear plastic panties over the diapers and they crinkled with each and every step she took (that sound alone almost made me lose it in my diapers!). She continued with the pink, clear plastic theme with thigh-high boots! In spite of how trashy she was dressed…she made it look classy – very sexy, but classy! Again, I almost lost it in my diapers! At this point, there was no hiding my apparent excitement from seeing her standing there. “Do you like?” she asked, and I looked down at my crotch and replied, “isn’t it obvious?” She giggled with excitement, ran up and gave me a huge, wet kiss. “Come on, we’re going to be late.” So, I grabbed my keys and she grabbed the diaper bag, “just in case” she mumbled and we headed towards the door.

Now, I was a bit embarrassed as we walked out the door but luckily for me, the car was parked close. She didn’t mind as she skipped along beside me, all the while, skipping along. Her skirt bouncing up and around…she was so happy! She stopped suddenly and tried tugging her short skirt down…to no avail! It was too short. She pouted a bit, I hugged her and she quickly smiled. All this took place on the way to the car. I could hardly wait to see what was in store for us at the ball!

It took about 30 minutes to get to the fetish ball. People were already streaming into the building and we had to look around a bit to find parking. “Great” I thought to my self as I had to park in overflow parking. We got out of the car and had to walk a few blocks to the building. Yes, we had stares and a few comments under people’s breath but she didn’t care! In fact, she reveled in it! We made it to the door and walked in.

There were all kinds of people at the party. Some things I’d never seen before. People in leather, latex, rubber, some naked, some tied up and some on leashes. She quickly grabbed my hand and led me into the party. Once again, she got all kinds of stares and she soaked it all in. It seemed to give her some sort of power! She patted me on the butt and suggested we go and get a drink. We made our way to the bar and along the way, we received all kinds of compliments on our outfits. We even met up with an AB couple (I didn’t know what that was until we met them!) who loved how we had dressed! We quickly exchanged numbers and we finished making our way to the bar. We ordered our drinks and walked around for a bit as if we were staking out our place to sit back and enjoy the show!

The music was loud – sort of like techno (don’t really like techno but it was easy to dance to) so she decided that it was time for us to go and dance. She dragged me onto the dance floor which seemed like a wild orgy of “sex in clothing.” She danced well, so well in fact that she made me dance even better (I can barely dance!). I was completely obsessed with my diaper-clad maiden and she made it extremely apparent that she was into me! She kept dancing and grinding her diaper covered ass into my crotch which would have been fine any other time but, the drink had already gone through me. I was getting desperate. She could tell. This made her dance even more wildly! She pushed me from the dance floor to a somewhat quiet area where we could snuggle.

“You to pee” she said in a matter-of-fact way. “Just do it…go in your diaper….I want to feel you wetting your diapers!” she moaned, all the while she was grinding her diaper covered crotch on my let. “I have to go too! Please, wet your diaper while I wet mine” she began to beg. Now I wasn’t sure I could do it. I mean, wet myself? I’m an adult! I can’t possibly wet myself…but wait, I have on a diaper. It will be okay…so, I whispered in her ear that I was going to pee in my diapers. She began to grind even harder on my plastic covered leg. I could hear her diapers crinkle in time with her building excitement. Finally, I relaxed and I let loose in my diaper. It came out slowly at first but as I relaxed even more, it came on in a flood. At the same time, she too began to wet her diaper. Her grinding had gone from a gentle, somewhat rocking motion to an obvious grind….people could tell what she was doing! I could feel the warmth spread across the front and up the back of her diaper. Wetting my diaper was probably the most erotic thing I had ever done! I could feel the gel bulking up inside, getting all slippery and squishy. No wonder she liked wearing and wetting them! Finally, she could take it no more and she came! She collapsed onto my chest and giggled like a little girl…..

I woke the next morning and my head was still spinning from the previous evening’s events. I had a great time! She was already awake and was in the kitchen making breakfast. She was in a t-shirt and diapers. I decided that she really was serious and that she was no longer going to wear underwear…just diapers. It was fine by me! I decided to get out of bed and noticed that I was still diapered and wet. “I’d better change myself,” I thought as I got up. I made my way into the kitchen and came up behind her. She was absolutely lovely. I came up from behind, gave her but a quick pat and kissed her cheek. “I’ll be right back. I have to use the bathroom” I explained to her and she quickly spun around and grabbed me. “Oh no you don’t mister!” she exclaimed! “You will use that diaper for its intended purpose!” and she held me tight. I had no choice as I could see her eyes plead with me. I relaxed my bladder once again and could feel myself slowly wet my already-soaked diaper. She held me tighter as I wet and she gently sighed. I knew she too was wetting her diapers. It felt so erotic. After I finished, she turned back around and continued making breakfast. I decided to wait until after we ate before changing as I could tell she had no intentions of removing her wet diapers. We sat down and ate. I was in heaven!

After eating, we quickly went to the bedroom to take a shower. I undid the tapes on her diapers and the hit the ground with a thud. She reached up and pulled my soaked diapers down and was greeted by my usual morning erection which was more erect and harder than usual! Every time I thought about her, I am unable to contain myself. She grinned, and shoved me into the shower. “I guess we’re showering together” I thought to myself as she proceeded to shove her tongue down my throat. She was a bit friskier than usual! She slammed me into the back wall and we began to grope each other like wild animals. “Seeing you in diapers has me so hot” she panted desperately. Her breath was hot on my neck. She climbed up me and mounted me like a horse. There was water and soap everywhere. She bucked wildly on me as she continued to force herself upon me. I was already worked up. I knew it wasn’t going to take long before I lost it. From the way she was riding me, I could tell it wouldn’t take her that long either. It only added to my obvious excitement. She started to moan and the moan got louder and louder and she tensed up. It was perfect timing. I too tensed up and we came at the same time. She looked deeply into my eyes and kissed me gently on the lips. “What a perfect start to our day,” she said as we clung onto each other for a few more minutes.

We got out of the shower and toweled each other off. “Wanna go to the beach” she asked me and I thought it would be an excellent way to spend out Sunday afternoon. “All I have are my running shorts” I said to her and I wondered what she was going to wear. “Those will be okay” she explained and I wondered what she was going to wear. She went into the bedroom and once again, put on two pairs of pampers. “You are going in just diapers?” I asked. “No, I have a bikini that I’m going to wear” she replied. I was confused. She opened up her drawer and took out this extremely sexy red PVC tie-side bikini. She put the top on first and then slipped on the little bottoms. They did not completely cover the diapers. She adjusted them a bit and got them to barely cover the diapers. However, you could see the tapes on the sides and when she bent over, the bulky crotch area hung out both sides. “You are really going to wear your bottoms like that” I asked, feeling my excitement growing. “Of course!” she replied “What’s wrong with this?” “Oh nothing” I replied. “Your bikini isn’t completely covering your diapers.” I stammered. “Oh well, It’s okay! I don’t mind” and she continued getting dressed. She grabbed a denim miniskirt that was beyond too short. Her PVC bikini and part of her diapers were showing as she stood there. She adjusted it a bit but not enough to cover her bottoms. She looked in the mirror and glanced over her shoulder. She grinned and grabbed her bag, stuffed some extra pampers in it and said, “let’s go!”

It was a beautiful and the ride to the beach was spectacular. We had the top down on the car and enjoyed the wind in our hair and face. The air was clean and warm and the sun was warm on our skin. It didn’t take us long to get to the beach. Traffic was light and my foot was a bit heavy. Okay, I do drive a bit fast but only so we could beat the crowds. She was giddy as a schoolgirl and waved at everybody we passed. At one time, she was on her knees bending over hanging out the window. I loved the view as her skirt had ridden up in the back and her beautifully diapered-and-pvc bikini covered ass was on public display. I had to sternly remind her to sit down and put her seat belt back on. She pouted for a bit but quickly amused herself listening to the radio.

Before arriving at the beach, she wanted to stop at Seven-11 for a Slurpee. I pulled into the parking lot and stopped. She jumped out and made it to the door before I did. Her pamper-covered butt was once again on pubic display. She made no attempt to pull her miniskirt down to cover it up. I gently reminded her that people could see her “undies” to which she replied, “you mean these, daddy?” and she pulled her skirt up for all to see. I nearly fainted. I pulled her dress back down and she grinned like the evil little temptress she was. We walked inside and she got her Slurpee. For the fourth time in as many days, all eyes were on her. Yes, I was really lucky! We got back into the car and we made our way down to the beach parking lot.

After parking, we gathered up out things and made our way down to the beach. I carried the cooler and she brought the blanked and diaper bag. We found the perfect place to sit and we unfolded the blanked. She took off her t-shirt and removed her miniskirt. I really don’t know why she wore a skirt in the first place. After all, her panties were on display for all to see! Once again, she had to adjust her PVC bikini to cover her didies. It didn’t do much good. She lay down on the blanked and asked me to lotion her up. The sun glistened so sexily off of her PVC bikini. She was hot! I don’t think there was a sexier bikini anywhere on the beach. Her skin felt so soft as I rubbed the suntan lotion on her legs. I gently copped a feel as I put lotion onto her upper thighs and butt area. She was already wet. “I see that you aren’t going to be a big girl at the beach, are you?” I asked. “What are you talking about?” She asked, and I patted her soaked bottom. “Oh, that…I can be a big girl! No more accidents today from me! I promise!” and I told her that if she had any more accidents, I was going to change her and she wouldn’t be in a bikini anymore! She said okay and continued to sun herself.

After an hour or so, she wanted to go for a walk down the beach. We went down to the water and walked along, splashing each other. What a relaxing way to spend the day! We continued down the beach and she would stop and pick up shells as we walked along. As she picked up shells, more and more of her diapers would hang out. She didn’t mind at all. She found plenty if nice shells and made me carry them for her. She quit picking up shells and grabbed my hand. It gave me chills! She suddenly got quiet and I thought something was wrong. “What’s the matter” I asked her with concern in my voice. “Nothing…just thinking to myself.” I could tell something was bothering her. I didn’t expect what she was doing though….”what are you doing” I asked and I placed my hand on her bottoms. “You’re messing your diapers, aren’t you?!” “Um, no! I’m not! I’m a big girl and I don’t mess my diapers!” but I knew she was lying and she knew I knew. “What did I tell you earlier? If you insist on going potty in your didies and not act like a big girl, then I’ll have no choice but to treat you like the baby you are!” She started to pout. “Oh no, you know what you are doing. You are being naughty!” The entire time, she kept messing her diapers. My lecturing her didn’t stop her one bit. I turned her around, untied her PVC bottoms and ripped them off of her. Then, I gave her a quick whack on the butt. It just made things even messier. She started to pout some more and begged me to put her bikini back on. “No, you aren’t a big girl and only big girls can wear big girl clothes. I took her by the hand and walked her back down the beach to our towel. Everyone could see her sagging diapers as we walked back. She was so embarrassed. I kept reminding her that this would be her punishment. I grabbed 3 diapers out of her diaper bag and the baby wipes then took her to the bathroom. I took her inside, removed her messy diapers, cleaned her up and placed the 3 pairs of diapers back on her. “You didn’t get my clothes” she stammered and I could tell she was about to cry. “No, you were naughty. You didn’t act like a big girl so you are going to be treated like the little girl you are!” I sternly explained. She sheepishly got up and we walked back outside and walked back to our blanket.

We packed up our things and she grabbed her t-shirt and skirt. I let her put the t-shirt on but took the skirt away from her. She stomped her feet and I explained to her that until she started to act her age that she wasn’t going to wear big girl clothes anymore. She started to pout again but stopped when I gave her a stern look. She helped me pick up our things and we started back towards the car. Her demeanor quickly changed from “embarrassed child” to one of glee. Heck she even skipped on the way back to the car and didn’t mind walking around in only her diapers and a t-shirt. I had to admit, she looked so cute! When we got back to the car, I walked around to her side, gave her a hug and put her skirt back on her. “Why did you do that daddy” she asked me with love in her eyes. “We aren’t going directly home dear. We’ve got some shopping to do.” Yes, I had plans on changing her wardrobe. Now she didn’t know what she was getting into!

We drove to the local mall. I knew of a few stores to look in for her new wardrobe. She seemed a bit antsy an excited. She loved shopping for clothes. We got to the mall, parked, got out and headed for the door. Her dress still didn’t do a good job of covering her diapers but she didn’t mind one bit. I think she liked having her diapers exposed on public! Oh, I was going to help her with that! Trust me….

I found the store. They sold gothic/Lolita type clothing. She squealed with delight as she saw where I was taking her! She skipped into the store and could hardly wait to shop. The day was continuing to be a fun and interesting day.

She went through the clothes like wild fire. She picked out the shortest and most childish clothing they had available. The clerk was more than willing to help because not only was he going to make a good sale, but the entire time she was picking out clothes, her diapers were exposed. Well she kept flashing everyone and I think that this time, she wasn’t doing it on purpose. I was really enamored with her childlike innocence and enthusiasm.

Okay, the clothes were expensive! I tried to get her to put back some outfits but she put out that pout lip and I couldn’t tell her no! Wait a minute…just who was running this relationship? I was beginning to get the feeling that I wasn’t in charge in spite of the fact that she called me her daddy. I decided that I’d have to ponder this later on. At any rate, she picked out some really cute outfits and shoes. I couldn’t wait for the fashion show she promised to give me when we got back home.

We arrived back at the apartment and she literally bounced out of the car and ran inside, carrying all of her new things. I made it inside and she was opening packages and tossing things all over. I noticed that when she had walked in, her diapers were showing a bit more than usual. She was soaked! “When did this happen?” I asked her not quite sternly but with some force in my voice. “Um, at the store,” she meekly replied. “I had to potty and I didn’t want to stop looking for clothes” she added. “Well, I guess you are no longer going to be a big girl anymore at all, are you?” I asked, rhetorically. “No, I guess not” and with that, I took her by the hand to her room and said we had some things to get rid of. She looked at me with a puzzled expression. You see, a few days ago, I found her stash of “big girl” panties and lingerie. Now that she was acting more childlike, she wouldn’t need them anymore. I took her to her stash and told her that I was going to be taking them away. She started to throw a minor tantrum but I reminded her that lately, she’s not been acting like a big girl and that I would be taking all of her stuff and putting them away for safe keeping. She plopped down on the floor and continued pouting. I boxed all of her stuff up and started to walk out of the room. She stood up and I noticed a strained look on her face. “You’re pooping your diapers again, aren’t you?” and she said that she was. “Okay, I warned you before about this and there will be more punishment to come.” She sat back down on the floor and started to cry. So, what was I going to do to punish her???

I took the box of lingerie out to my car and put it in my trunk. She wouldn’t have access to this for a long time. I went back inside and she had quit her tantrum and crying session and was back in the living room sorting through all of her new clothes. She was now only wearing a t-shirt and her soaked, poopy diapers. They were really packed too! She asked me to change her and I told her I would…when I got back from the store. She looked at me rather curiously and asked why I had to go to the store. I explained that there was something else I needed to buy to punish her for being naughty. After all, big girls don’t poop their diapers on purpose! I could understand an accident but to sit there and mess her didies in front of me, well that was just being naughty! I didn’t tell her that I totally loved her being naughty!

I walked around the store until I found what I was looking for. She was going to get an enema. I also needed something to prevent her from just releasing everything after the enema and I found those too! Soap sticks. I had only read about these on the internet and it would be my first time trying them out. Heck until two weeks ago, I hadn’t even known about women in diapers! Anyway, I was going to teach her a lesson she wouldn’t forget.

I got back home and she had put away all of her pretty things. She had dressed herself in this short, sheer sundress and she greeted me in the driveway. You could clearly see her diapers through the dress but couldn’t tell what they were exactly. Again, the baby diapers looked just like bikini underwear and she had the figure to get away with it. “Looks like someone needs a change” I suggested, and she agreed.

We went to the bedroom and I grabbed two more clean diapers. I also grabbed some pink plastic panties to put over her diapers. She gleefully climbed onto the bed and put her legs up. Honestly, she was a mess! I told her to wait and explained that I had to get some baby wipes, powder and baby oil. I also had to get the things I bought at the store. I came back into the room with everything and she looked at me, wondering what I had in my hands. I explained that I wanted to punish her for being so naughty and purposely pooping her diapers. “Big girls don’t poop themselves on purpose and I want to show you what an accident feels like,” I explained to her. As soon as I opened the bag, she started to beg me not to do what I had planned! I could hear the desperation in her voice but I was going to teach her a lesson. She would know what it feels like to have an uncontrolled accident in her diapers.

To say she was messy would be an understatement. I reminded myself not to let her stay so long in a soaked and messy diaper. It took a while and lots of babywipes to get her all cleaned up. “I don’t want you to get a diaper rash” I soothingly explained to her. My girl can’t be uncomfortable. She grinned and “helped” me clean her up by wiggling all over. Okay, changing this woman’s diaper was nothing short of hot! She was beautiful and to have her trust me in this way made me feel so important…so good…actually, words escaped me! When all was clean, I gently rubbed baby oil all over, and I made sure I got every nook and cranny. I had to restrain myself because I wasn’t going to reward her just yet. Trust me, it wasn’t an easy thing to do! After I powdered her bottom, I broke out the enema kit. I filled the bottle up with warm water and inserted the nozzle into her rear end. She squirmed but eventually relaxed. I then slowly let the warm water flow inside her. “Ouch! That hurts my tummy” she said and I just told her to relax. She did and before long, the entire contents of the bottle were inside her. Then, I inserted a soap stick. “This is all new to me dear” I soothingly explained while gently inserting the stick. She relaxed yet again and it slid smoothly inside her. I then lifted her bottom, placed the two baby diapers under her bottom, taped them up. I then grabbed a third, adult sized diaper and added that to the two baby diapers. Finally, to top things off, I slipped on some pink, rufflebutt plastic panties over the entire ensemble. “My tummy is cramping” she said as she sat up on the bed. “It will be okay baby. Just relax!” and she stood up. I grabbed one of her new “little girl” outfits and helped her get dressed. She looked awesome! To watch her walk with that many diapers on was also a sight to see! She had to waddle slightly and couldn’t get her knees together. Also, the diaper covers provided that extra crinkle when she walked. Continuing to make matters worse, the bulk of the diapers was barely covered by her little girl dress. Even with all of the crinoline underneath, she wouldn’t be able to bend over. She stood in front of the mirror to admire herself. She smiled and I knew she was pleased!

“Let’s go to eat dinner,” she exclaimed and grabbed my hand to lead me back out of the apartment. Yes, her outfit was quite juvenile but she could pull it off and didn’t act the least bit embarrassed about wearing it in public. Heck, the last few days had her completely exposed in public in diapers! At least this time she was covered up!! As we walked out the door, she paused for a second. “Oh, I’ve started to leak some,” she exclaimed. “Don’t worry, you are well diapered. Besides, it’s just water coming out,” I explained to her. She smiled and we got in the car.

We decided on eating at the mall so we could do some more shopping. She wanted some more shoes and only had the one pair of Mary Janes. She wanted some different ones so she could have a larger selection. She also wanted to eat in the little food court area. I got the feeling she wanted to show off her little outfit! As we rode up the escalator to go to the food court, I noticed her diapers were sagging a bit more than when I diapered her earlier. I pointed this out to her and she said she couldn’t help herself…she had really started leaking but her tummy cramping had lessened. She hadn’t pooped yet.

After visiting several stores, she found some shoes she liked. We also stopped in a lingerie store – not to purchase any “big girl undies” but because she wanted a French maid outfit. She explained she needed something to clean the apartment in! I totally agreed! She also found another short, school girl that she had to have. She tried on both outfits and they fit but in no way, covered up her diapered bottom! The look she got from the clerk was indescribable! She walked out to the mirror and checked herself out, front and back. The maid’s outfit provided the most amount of coverage but her diapers were still showing. The school girl skirt was another matter. The bulkiness of the diapers pushed the back way out and you could clearly see her pink plastic ruffle butt panties showing. The fact that she had soaked them some only contributed to their visibility. I quickly bought her that skirt!

She changed back into her little girl outfit and we went to get some food. She once again rode the escalator and I know every guy was anxiously looking up her skirt. I know my eyes were permanently affixed to her cute diapered butt! I couldn’t take my eyes off of it!

She decided she wanted ice cream. I suggested she get some real food but she stamped her feet (again) and said she wanted ice cream! I told her to quit being so naughty or I’d take her outside and spank her little behind. “You aren’t too old for a spanking little girl” I whispered in her ear and she stuck out her pout lip. What I didn’t know was, she was fighting a losing battle. All of the liquid from the enema bottle had emptied past the soap stick and had saturated her diapers. Also, the soap stick had almost dissolved and was only aiding in the lubrication of her rear end. The battle was nearly over. As we walked up to the Baskin & Robins, I asked her what she wanted. She didn’t say anything. She just stood there very quiet. I could tell something was wrong and I was fairly confident I knew what that something was. She looked up at me and tears were beginning to form in her eyes. “I have to go really really bad” she exclaimed “and I don’t think I can hold it!” She started to fidget some more, shifting her weight from foot to foot. Suddenly, she stopped and grabbed at the back and front of her diapers. Right there, in the lobby area of the food court, she lost all control. It started rather slowly, with a slight crackly noise. Then, it was as if the flood gates had opened up. Everyone within earshot knew what was happening. You could hear the poop flowing into her diapers with a squelchy noise. It didn’t stop. It would ease up for a moment and would pick back up with increased fervor. Her diaper was now completely showing from under her skirt as she continued to helplessly mess herself. A little girl at a table nearby asked “Mommy, why is that lady wearing a diaper and why is she pooping herself?” The mother had no answer. I wanted to teach her a lesson, however, I didn’t mean for it to be this bad. I pulled her close to me and we walked away from the food court. Well, she really didn’t walk but more like waddled. The diapers held and the plastic panties kept her mess in check although some was starting to leak from inside the diaper. Lucky for her, the plastic panties prevented any huge mess. She cried.

As I walked her to the car, she whimpered to herself. “I no like accidents” she said to me as we walked out to the car. “I promise, I will be a big girl and I won’t poop my didies anymore,” she continued to explain as we reached the car. I gave her a big hug and told her that everything would be okay. I felt she had learned her lesson…..or did she?