Stories where the person being diapered has a female gender expression.
The walk to the office was uncomfortable. Little pools of wet had gathered at the legs of Natalie’s plastic pants, leaking slightly any time she took a longer step. Her stockings were soaking around her crotch, with the wetness spreading down her legs little by little. She was so absorbed with her situation that she …
Kathryn had already found the clothing room on her own, she led Natalie there without needing to ask the way. Once in the room she turned to Natalie and grinned at her. “You look like you were really having fun!” She nuzzled her girlfriend’s nose. “Feeling better?” “Yeah, I guess.” Natalie smiled shyly. “I mean, …
Ushered gently out of the room, Natalie took some time to explore the penthouse. The living room was dominated by huge floor to ceiling windows. She stepped gingerly up to them, taking in the city from above. Her heart thudded a bit in her chest. The windows seemed sturdy, but it was such a huge …
Natalie woke the next morning with her tongue feeling like it had been dipped in dryer lint. She shifted slowly to sit up, wincing at the pounding in her temples. She was somewhere strange, on a bed she didn’t recognize. Her legs felt bare. She clutched at the light blanket, her heart pounding. “Something happened …
It was party time at the Looking Glass. Of course, it was always party time at the Glass, as regulars called it. Just underground enough to feel exclusive, and just open enough to stay crowded, the Glass catered to the beautiful and the rich. Or anyway you needed to be one of those two to …
Jane and Veronica came back home late from their date, Briana was already tucked in bed. The new Briana knew that they would have been busy after the date anyway, and was glad for them. She woke up in the morning with a soaked diaper and lay back to enjoy the feeling. It wasn’t to …
A few days after her potty training breakthrough, Briana could safely say that she was a big girl who did not make messes in her diaper. Wetting was an issue that still came up daily, but more than half her trips to the bathroom were with a dry diaper. With her accomplishment came the privilege …
Soft scraping noises pulled Briana the rest of the way into consciousness. The room was dim, but not dark. She was covered in a blanket and wearing a completely soaked diaper. Feeling Alanna’s whiskers at her cheek made her smile. There was pressure in her rear, she knew she should be doing something about that. …
It wasn’t clear when story time had become naptime, but Briana didn’t care. All that mattered was that she woke up still in Veronica’s arms. She murmured happily through her pacifier, sitting up to straddle Veronica’s lap. It was really warm in her pink head-to-to pajamas, she could feel little spots of sweat all over. …
Casey was calling for her. Briana’s name echoed off the trees again, and again, and again. Briana lay behind and under the bush, wallowing in misery and mess. The smell had stopped bothering her a while ago. The mess felt caked on at this point. Finals were over but she couldn’t bring herself to care. …