![]() Doing the other thing, unheard of! I wasn’t sure what to feel. I honestly couldn’t believe what I was hearing. But you didn’t mind the other thing much…. “Yes,” she buried her face in her hands, “this is so embarrassing. “Well there is something else babies do in diapers….”Something else babies do…. “I’ve discovered other things I like to do in the diaper as well,” she looked down at her swollen crotch. I tried to finish my beer to get on her level. “Well, I haven’t been totally honest with you,” she said, looking at me her cheeks flushed. “Celeste, not to sound crass, but if I can stick my dick inside you either way I can die happy.” She tilted her head back and drained her can. “Oh man, I’ve just wanted to cum in that ass for so long now. You’ve been a good sport, maybe it’s time to let you cum, Daddy.” ![]() You got me throbbing down there for your touch. She moaned into my lips as our bodies started their autonomous dance of seduction. I found a pair of soft, little breasts which I began to massage. I set the beer down as my hands began to move on their own. Our lips remained locked as I opened another beer, as well. “Well, let’s grab another beer.” She kissed me on the lips as she set her empty beer can down, and reached for another. “Yeah, I guess this beer is making me loose.” If I had a crush on you before, now I’m full blown head over heels.” “That’s amazing,” I said putting down my empty beer can, “so amazing and hot. “Ever since then I’ve known this is for me.” Plus, masturbation while you’re peeing yourself is amazing.” Ever since then I’ve wet myself whenever I can. When I was woken up from sleep that night I just released it into my diaper and went back to sleep. That night I wore the diaper again to bed. I washed my clothes before my parents got home, and no one knew what had happened. I remember it was the first time I actually touched myself too. As the pee ran down my legs and soaked into everything I loved it all. I was a little bit shocked, I remember, but I was also alive for the first time. My little teen sized bladder gave out moments from the diaper. But,” she said smiling sheepishly, “I got more than I bargained for. I took one out and started to fumble with it. I got to my room and rushed over to the diapers. I headed up to my room, throwing everything to the floor. My little friend had perked up once again, I liked where this was going. It’s odd, you know?” I nodded, handing her another beer. ![]() God I remember this all with such clarity. My hands were practically glued to my crotch as I fumbled with the key to the front door. “By the time I finally got home though I was desperate. That’s what I oddly remember most about that day: the long excruciating wait – low-key dancing back and forth to hold it all in. I had also held my pee all day to make sure I would have to go when I got home. I remember barely being able to wait to get home. I had to work that day for a few hours in the morning so I was excused. My parents were leaving for the day to visit my grandmother. ![]() I was afraid it would leak or some other silly reason, I couldn’t remember why it took me so long to actually use it. I was too nervous to actually use the diaper. At night I would wear them to bed, loving the feeling and security they gave me. I hid the diapers in my room and just continued about my normal day. They worked the usual nine to five, which means that at least one of them was always home before I got home. My parents weren’t the type to just disappear. “Of course I still had to play it safe at home. I did the same absolutely fascinated with what I was hearing. I was so nervous at the time, but I never got caught and I made it home with my prize,” she laughed to herself and sipped her beer. ![]() Eventually I worked up the courage and stole a couple of diapers that the older kids used for bedwetting. All I wanted to do was just let go, and continue with my day. I tried to ignore the urge but there were other kids all around me getting to use their diapers for their business, and there I was stuck being a big girl and having to use the toilet. There were so many different types and sizes of diapers. I was good at it, but I couldn’t help but get distracted. “At the time I was working at a daycare centre for a little bit of spending money, it was my first real job. But I guess as I started to hit puberty things began to change for me. Running to the washroom was annoying, especially when you were doing something fun. “I remembered being interested in diapers my whole life. ![]()
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