Posted by Jessica on August 22, 1999 at 00:36
I just wrote this story when i was feeling lonely and bored. The main character is partial representation of myself and her struggle to find a happiness in her diapers despite overwhelming social barriers and etc.
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Prisoner In Diapers, by Jessica.
Written right here on this page.
(Diapering, Self Diapering, Wet & Messy, Submission, Sci Fi, Mild Bondage, Infantilism.)
The diaper felt soft and smooth to the touch. It was neatly folded as it had been when she withdrew it from the package of twenty four other diapers. Slowly she opened it out and stared at the soft fluffy inside with anticipation. Knowing that shortly, this diaper would hug her most intimate regions, at the same time, reinforcing the fact in her mind that she was no longer a 21 year old lady. That she was a prisoner to her own longing and that was nothing but a wet little baby.
She knew that at any time, she could take the diaper off and could probably go back to her normal life. Her normal panties and dresses, her normal jeans and her normal toilet routine. But she didnt WANT TO. She knew that if she did that, she would be constantly unhappy and she would miss the giddy thrill of taping a diaper on and feeling reverted to the age of 12 months. She did love feeling as if she was helpless to decide her toileting routines and she did love the self inflicted infantile treatment that the diaper symbolised.
Standing there, holding just a diaper, she was on the threshold. She was on the threshold of once again, throwing away 21 years of age and habits, to embrace a time of her life that had long passed, and yet, she strangely wanted to return to.
Her longing for this lifestyle had been present since when she was 15 she saw a big stack of Huggies packets outside the chemist and she just wondered what it would be like if she was the smiling child on the side of the packet. Then it hit her. The twinge in her crotch. The hot feeling and the wetness that also was present in her crotch.
She didnt know WHY she felt this way, but she knew it only happened when she looked at diapers. And she knew it had only happened once before when on TV she had seen an advertisement of a lady in a diaper, which left her breathless and almost unable to stand upright.
Shaking her head clear of the mental cobwebs which were collecting as she stood there fondling the diaper and reliving memories, she opened out the diaper and laid it down on the bed. She crawled onto the soft duvet cover and sat herself down inside the diaper, lying down on her back as she lifted the front panel up and over her crotch. The familiar feeling of hot wetness struck her as the soft absorbent material hugged her bush, and she held it there while she ripped open the tape and affixed it in place to hold the diapers left side on. She did this with the other three tapes and then dropped her arms to her sides just embracing the feel of a tight disposable diaper.
Her breath came in gasps as the almost tangibly felt her years falling off her. She looked at her chest and imagined her medium sized breasts, shrinking into a prepubescent chest, then shrinking further into a flat chest, and finally back into a soft pink chest that hinted at what was to come.
In reality, her breasts didnt change at all, but her dreams meant more to her than reality at this time. She looked down at her legs and playfully kicked them like an infant. Her arms, she imagined them being large and ungainly, and she almost could feel as if, like an infant she couldnt use them the way she wanted.
She lifted one of her arms and examined it. The sleek soft supple skin gave way to a short, baby fat covered, plump little arm (in her mind) and she slowly moved it back and forward, imagining what it must be like. But soon, she thought, she would know.
The girl, (as she liked to be referred to when diapered) rolled over onto her tummy and slid off the bed with a push from her arms. She landed in an ungainly heap on the floor and with a whimper, she managed to get upright on her hands and thighs and she dragged herself into the lounge room like a pre-crawling age infant.
From her perspective, everything looked larger than usual and she felt so small, being this close to the ground. She approached the small coffee table, ladened with adult baby goodies and only then, did she have to snap out of the fantasy and get up onto her knees.
She looked across the table at the collection of clothes and accessories. There was a baby sleeper, a pair of mittens,a vest, a dummy, (with a strap), a soft toy she had kept from childhood and a bib.
The girl reached over and grabbed the vest, opening it out and pulling it down over her body, over her breasts and snugging it into place at her nice trim waist. Then she reached over and grabbed the sleeper. It was made of soft thick pink cotton and it had a cute little duck sewn in the front of it. It was made so the wearer would be covered entirely except for their hands and their head. The rest being enclosed in the warm material.
She pulled down the zip at the front and opened the sleeper right out and put her left foot down the leg, and into the attached bootie. Then she slipped her right leg down into it and sighed happily as it snugged into place around her foot and ankle. It had elasticated ankles so it would fit in the right places.
She grabbed the sides of the sleeper and dragged them up her body, watching as the sleeper enveloped her in its warming length. Slowly, savouring the sensation, she slid her arms down into the sleeves and arched her shoulders so it would slip into place around her neck. Almost there, she thought.
The last step was to pull the zipper up, and this she did slowly and carefully so as to not catch the lining in the fastener. The zip made a soft whirring noise as it ran up the track and came to a stop at the top of the neck. Then the girl tested the ingenious feature that made this sleeper her chosen model in the first place.
She tugged the zipper outward for a second, then pushed it back into her skin and waited for the click. When she heard it, she tried to tug the zipper fastener down but it wouldnt budge. She was effectively locked into the sleeper and only the doctor could release her now. At least, without damaging the sleeper.
She ran her hands down her front, enjoying the luxurious feel of the material, and her form inside it. She began to get aroused inside her diaper so she quickly took her hands off herself and picked up the rest of the articles, now making her way to the baby room.
She turned the door handle on the door, and opened it inwards, but before she entered, she turned the latch on the handle and tested it. The door handle had a lock on it, that couldnt be opened from the inside, effectively to keep her a prisoner in the baby room if she so wished. A little push with her hand and the door closed, the latch locked and she was trapped. She knew from past attempts that the latch was unbreakable almost and she knew she didnt have the strength to break it anyway.
She took a look around her room, taking in the surroundings. Or should I say, lack thereof. The room was bare, except for a large cot and a change table piled high with terry towelling diapers and boxes of wipes. No posters or decorations or toys or clothes anywhere. Not even an odd sock in the corner behind the door. Nothing to indicate that this room belonged to anyone but a helpless infant.
She approached the cot now, and lowered the side of it so she could enter. The barred side slid down easily and came to a rest at a nice low level, which she stepped over and into the cot. The matress creaked under her weight and made a springy creak every time she moved. She lay down on her back, with her head toward the top, and wriggled around until she found the spot she liked to sleep in. She knew she had to find the RIGHT spot, because more than likely she would be here for a while.
The cot was just big enough to allow her to stretch right out but not big enough to allow her to move up and down more than a few inches. It had a large padded waist belt which would effectively pin down a restless baby, or in this case, adult baby, which the girl promptly fastened and tightened.
She did love being treated like a baby, and enjoying all the safety restraints that came with it. The waist belt grew tighter as she pulled on the loose end and when it was at the desired pressure, she looped the loose end through a keeper and took her hands away.
Next, the girl lifted the barred side of the cot until it locked in place at its former height, making her feel like she was in some sort of cage. Not much to do now, she thought.
The bib was next on her small agenda and she lifted her head enough to slip it on and tie it firmly at the back of her neck. Not too tight, just firm. The bib had a motiff of the same duck that was embroidered on her chest. She did love that little duckie.
Ah ha! Her favourite part now. The pacifier. She picked up the large rubber bulb with its attached plastic plate and slid it into her mouth. It tasted barely of anything really and it was hard to chew on. Perfect! She reached around and fastened the strap at the back of her head.. tightening it until she knew she couldnt spit the dummy even if she wanted to. As a gag, it did little, but she felt relaxed when she was sucking on her pacifier and that was all that mattered.
And last but not least, her mittens. These padded pink creations only served to do one thing. Immobilise her fingers and hands. She slipped one hand into the mitten and waited. The mitten had some tiny piece of machinery built into the wrist that tightened and locked when it detected a hand having been inserted for ten seconds. With a whirr, the mitten tightened and locked onto her wrist, preventing her from removing it. The other mitten was going to be tougher to do since now she didnt have a hand with which to assist her.
But first of all there was something to do. Something more important. She had to set the timer on the wrist cuffs attached to the waist belt. The waist belt had a pair of padded, wide open wrist loops augmented on top that were able to be tightened and secured via a small servo embedded inside the waist strap. It was operated on a timer which could be set just by pressing a the only button in its surface the number of times that you desired the timer to go for in minutes. Ten presses, ten minutes.
It allowed the user to open the restraints and set them to lock down at a specified time, assumedly, after the user had positioned their hands in place.
The girl pressed the button two times and then slid her hand into the waiting mitten. It took a small while to find something to push against but sure as before, she managed to mitten herself. Ten seconds later the mitten whirred and tightened itself to her wrist. Making sure she would remain that way for a while.
Incidently its worth noting that all of these auto restraints didnt have any visible release feature. They were for parental use. The only way to release them was with the remote control that came with them. Which was currently in the doctor's hands.
The timer on the waist belt beeped to indicate one minute remaining and the girl acted quickly. She looked around herself, checked everything and then satisfied, slid her hands into the loops and waited.
Thirty seconds later, the timer beeped and the servo yanked the loops tight. Pinning her hands in place.
Now she was helpless. Diapered, pacified, bound and mittened. There was only one person who could help her now. And she knew it would be anywhere up to 12 hours before he came around.
She sighed lightly around the pacifier and relaxed. Inside her diaper, her pussy twitched for a second and released a flood of hot, yellow, pent up urine which was rapidly absorbed by the diaper. The flow went on and on, but the diaper easily covered it. Getting heavier as her flow came to a stop, she felt just like a naughty pissy baby.
And she knew that this is how she wanted to be. She wanted to be this way forever.
And she knew that soon, she would get her wish.
To be continued.
By Jessica.
Email: naughtylittgirl@hotmail.com