Stories where the person being diapered has a female gender expression.
Briana knew she was doing well. It was Thursday afternoon and she’d already finished all her course and lab work. Like the rest of the week’s evenings she’d be diapered and taken care of. Being little gave her enough energy every day to be the best graduate student she could be. Finals were coming up …
Gary lead Briana up the walk to her house. There was a bit of a waddling wobble to her step and her skirt looked very full. Unconcerned with that, Briana hurried ahead of Gary to open the door. “Hi Veronica!” She said enthusiastically. “Hello Briana, Gary.” Veronica smiled from the living room’s gray armchair. “Hi.” …
Going on a date with Gary was definitely exciting. Telling him she wanted to be treated like a kid had been exciting and scary. Veronica handing Gary a diaper bag that was now in the back seat of his Prius was embarrassing. All of those feelings left Briana squirmy and hyperactive, bouncing in the seat …
The morning came early for Briana. She woke before her alarm, or Veronica’s visit. The soggy bulk between her legs was familiar, but the pressure in her bladder was a welcome surprise. Feeling refreshed in a way she hadn’t for weeks, Briana climbed out of bed and stretched. Checking the clock revealed that it was …
Briana was feeling exceptionally fussy. She wished there was any other word to use for it, but it was the one that fit the best. She spit out her pacifier for the tenth time, watching Suzie to see when she’d notice. “Am I trying to piss her off or do I just want attention?” Briana …
Being a good girl was easy. Briana’s day went by in a flash. She did chores when she was told, went to classes, sat in the library reading until Casey picked her up. A whole day doing whatever she was told, and lounging in her room on her phone otherwise. At the end of the …
Briana woke, confused in the dark. She felt disoriented and even a little dizzy. Her sore butt made itself known as soon as she sat up. Fumbling her phone off the bedside table revealed that it was past three in the morning. The diaper was bulky between her legs, but not heavy. It didn’t register …
The trip back to the car was uncomfortable, and not only because Casey didn’t let Briana change her pullup. In the car, Casey sent a text letting Veronica know they were coming back. “Casey, I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean to run to somebody else…” Casey chuckled as she pulled out of the parking lot. …
Footsteps crunched in the underbrush. Twigs snapped; leaves rustled. The sounds stopped in front of Briana. It was obviously Gary, but she couldn’t bring herself to look. More rustling, he’d sat near her. She was still frozen. Outside the underbrush faint voices floated on the wind. Where Briana was, time was stopped. Eventually the spell-like …
The next morning’s session with Veronica was a reminder about wearing pullups and reporting any accidents she’d had. She sat in her heavy, soaked diaper on Veronica’s lap and wondered how things had gotten to where they were. She couldn’t even protest wearing incontinence gear, especially at night. There was always the option of taking …