Wet Diaper - Blog Posts

Janette was being punished for being rude to her stepmother and throwing a tantrum. She had been forced into a short pink dress and diapers with pink plastic pants over them. Worst of all her stepmother wouldn’t let her use the bathroom and made Janette hold it in when she had to go potty. It was becoming ridiculous as she hadn’t been to the bathroom all day and Janette was becoming desperate when her stepmother announced they were going on a trip. Janette was made to sit in a child’s car seat in the back of the car and they were off on their trip. When Janette asked where they were going she was shocked to hear they were visiting her real mom. Her mom lived four hours away, there was no way she could hold on that long. She was right as half way through the journey Janette found herself crying as she finally had to let go and pee herself in the back of the car. It was so wet and warm and disgusted Janette. She was no better than a real baby now with a wet diaper on. But her pain wasn’t over yet as she didn’t just need to pee. “I’ve wet myself like you wanted, now can we please stop at a bathroom somewhere so I can get this diaper off. I need to go number two as well,” Janette said to her stepmother as they drove down the highway. “Silly girl,” her stepmother replied, shaking her head. “You aren’t getting changed until we get to your old mommy’s house and as for your poopy, you’re wearing a diaper aren’t you?” The answer terrified Janette who was left crying in her wet diaper. An hour later with another hour to go Janette couldn’t hold on any longer and proceeded to poop in her diaper. It all happened very quickly, one moment she was holding on and then she felt a hot mess slide out of her butt. It was very squishy and stank up the car really quickly. All Janette could do was cry more as her stepmother said, “Well who’s a stinky girl? Don’t worry baby, I’ll get your old mommy to help me change your dirty bottom when we get to her house.”

She’d never been put in a diaper so thick, before. It was simultaneously fascinating and mortifying.

She just couldn’t control her curiosity, rubbing her hands over the outside. It never had occurred to her that a diaper could force her thighs so far apart that she couldn’t help but waddle like an oversized toddler. Or that a diaper could so effectively prevent her from feeling anything through it, despite her burning bottom and her (surprisingly) wet and wanting princess parts.

As fascinating as her new diaper was, the threats her Daddy made as he prepared, powdered and applied her new diaper, while she could only sniffle, made her far more fearful than curious. Would he really make her stay in them until they were completely soaked, through and through, even if it took a whole day? Was he really going to make her go out to a movie with just this outfit and diaper on under her coat? There’s no way he would actually take her to their favorite restaurant, the one where the waitstaff knew their names, and make her sit at the bar, right?

While she knew she hadn’t been supposed to play her toy, much less make cummies in her diaper last night, surely this was far too severe a punishment, wasn’t it? Even if she had also played and made cummies in her diapers earlier in the week, a few times, when her Daddy was either out or busy, she had already gotten spanked for those (though he hadn’t used that damned hairbrush like he did this time…) and had her toy taken away, so she can’t be punished for them again; that just isn’t fair!

She did supposed that lying to Daddy about last night was extra naughty, and demanding that he leave her be while calling him a monster wasn’t really the most appropriate way to handle her upcoming punishment, but did that invite such harsh discipline? Still, she realizes that, as naughty as she has been, Daddy probably hadn’t intended to make her do those things.

That is until she uttered those rather foolish last words: ”You wouldn’t dare!”

“It’s ok if you want to wear one. I was the same way. I’ll tell you a secret. Before I started wearing diapers again, I really wanted to, but I didn’t know how to ask. It would be so embarrassing to ask my Mom if she could put me back in diapers again. So I came up with a plan.”

“I started wetting myself on purpose. Pretty soon my Mom got tired of cleaning my sheets every night or mopping up the puddles I’d leave all over the house. She put me back in diapers. I acted like I hated it, but secretly I loved it. And now I wear them 24/7 and I’m basically incontinent again.”

“If you want to wear them, you should just let go. Pee your pants. It’s ok. My Mom won’t get mad. What she will do is put you in one of my diapers. They’re so cozy and secure. You’ll love them. Just let go and pee your pants and you can wear diapers too.”