So, here I am, sitting at my computer wearing nothing but a thick diaper and my plastic pants.
“Why would any sane person dress like that?” you might ask, and that is a difficult question because I have no idea where the original thought came from. It must have been something to do with me trying to research an article online that I was preparing to write. I was looking for something crazy and as I was checking through the various fetish sites ‘Adult Baby’ and ‘Diaper Lovers’ seemed a good subject for me to get my journalistic teeth into. I was amazed at just how many ‘weird but normal’ people seemed to be into this particular ‘thing’ and I thought I could have some fun with the subject.
Why I chose this particular theme I’m not sure but as I looked into it more and more it appeared to be a topic with ‘promise’ and I became fascinated with the images and stories. However, what I do know is that over the past few months, the idea to purchase and wear this ‘infantalistic’ clothing has grown. In fact, I think it is fair to say that the idea seemed to overtake any other thoughts in my head. Every time I saw an image of someone wearing a diaper, I saw my face smiling, or gurgling or sucking on a pacifier. It was creepy.
At night my dreams were full of these images of me playing, coloring, building bricks high or just lying in a crib with my toys and feeling nothing but …peace. When I woke up I’d be happy and smiling but when I was more awake a chill ran through my body wondering why this matter was having such an effect.
A couple of months back I found myself at the drugstore buying adult diapers and I have no recollection of even driving there. My only real memory is carrying the huge plastic pack back to my car and feeling happy. Yes HAPPY. Again I’m not sure why but I suppose I was glad that I now had my diapers and apparently a couple of pairs of plastic pants to keep me dry. On returning home I just tossed the bundle into the back of the closet wondering why I’d just bought such items and telling myself that I’d return it all in the morning. However, since then, some mornings I’d wake up and find that I was wearing a diaper and have no recollection of putting it on.
Where and when I first got the idea of wearing a diaper instead of my usual underwear I’m not sure but here I am wearing them at the computer, around the house and when I go to bed. In fact, I seem very happy wearing them all the time. Those first couple of occasions it all felt very strange; the bulk and the obvious bulge I was sure were very noticeable. However, after just a few trial trips out in the car to the supermarket or wondering around town wearing them under a pair of shorts (I’d more or less stopped wearing jeans now) it all felt normal. If anyone noticed they didn’t say anything so, it didn’t seem to matter that much to me because I really did like the idea, as well as the feelings of… of… happiness… that this change in clothing gave me.
Since I left home a couple of years ago my mummy and daddy… er, I mean mam and dad (why I used those childish terms I’m not sure) have er, erm, er… what was I going to say? Never mind… daddy…
What the hell is going on? Why am I acting so strangely? I need to work and finish this feature and get back to normality as soon as possible. I look down at myself and the plastic pants feel tight around my waist and legs and I can see the outline of Disney character on my diaper and all is forgotten because I’m filled with joy and happiness that I have them with me. I search the room for my best friend Timmy my teddy bear. As always he’s never far away and I reach out and give him a hug and a squeeze, whilst the feel of his soft fur against my naked skin sends messages of contentment to my brain.
I continue my research on ‘Diaper Love’, that is the title of my article but as I look at the word document on the computer, other than the title and my name, I appear to have written nothing… and yet… I feel I’ve been researching and writing the article for months. I’m beginning to doubt my sanity. Where can all my work be? I’m sure I have typed thousands of words on the subject, and looking at my history in the toolbar, I have returned to the same ABDL page often. Indeed, when I look more carefully, that is the only site I’ve looked at in the past few months.
I’m sitting looking at the screen wondering what is going on. Timmy is held tightly in one hand, whilst my thumb is in my mouth and I am sucking and trying to think at the same time. Thinking is hard and a feel my eyes getting heavy as I try to stay awake and close the ABDL site once and for all. I’ve never noticed it before but there appears to be some soft relaxing music somewhere in the background and I can barely make out a soothing voice telling me it is OK to sleep.
As my eyes close a feeling of utter wellbeing engulfs me. All I can hear is that soft, gentle music and those calming, encouraging words telling me that all is well and soon I’ll have no more worries. With my diaper tightly hugging my groin making me feel safe and snug, my thumb offering equal soothing qualities as I suck on it, I drift off. I can feel a warmth grow in my diaper as I let loose and wet myself but I am comfortable, reassured, pacified and… happy and I….
Subject Number 20012, Age 23, regression complete.
Collection and clean-up party mobilised.
Delivery as Dispatch Number 7773, address as shown on invoice.
Special requests: Subject to only wear – pink diaper, pink plastic pants, pink pacifier.
Begin urgent global search for Subject Number 20013
Written by by Les Lea
I would like to thank Les Lea for sending me this story.
- Diapered 24/7 – What to Expect (adriansurley.com)