Hey Mum , Courtney replied. What would happen if her Mum found the diapers? Her Mum cleaned in here a lot… There was a good possibility of them being found.
You don’t look too good, sweetie. Are you feeling sick? Courtney thought a moment.
I am feeling a little exhausted. I’m probably just over-tired. Thanks for asking, though, she finished dismissively. Her Mum departed, leaving her alone with the diapers again. Did they really expect her to wear these?
Man, said John. That thing really makes you look sexy. Melanie was lying on his couch, wearing just her short top and the thick diaper she had put on.
Thanks honey, she replied with a pleased smile. She looked at him, and he was staring at her diaper. I t seemed everyone was fascinated by them, but she was, too. She smiled slightly, drawing his attention back to her pretty face.
You weren’t… bad, today, were you? he asked with a cheeky grin. She smiled at the question.
Who isn’t? John’s mind was racing. He loved it when she had been ‘bad’; it was usually quite an interesting time. Want to come back to my house and see what we can do about it? She asked, and he practically jumped at the opportunity. Let’s go, she said, leading him on by wiggling her diapered behind temptingly as she walked. She didn’t bother putting her shorts back on; she was completely secure with wearing diapers now. The stares, funny looks, and misunderstandings of other people didn’t bother her at all. She smiled as they climbed into her car and drove off to her house. Time for some big baby fun!
Courtney barely ate anything for dinner; her mind was completely blown about what was going to happen. Her mind ran rampant with what they had done to Melanie; was the same thing going to happen to her? She remembered the wheelchair, and the absurdly thick diapers they had managed to layer on her. She shuddered to think that could happen to her. Are you okay? Courtney snapped to attention at the sound of her father’s voice.
Yeah dad, she responded. Just thinking about something. She finished dinner quickly, and went back upstairs, locking her bedroom door. She approached the red bag, mesmerized by the pile of diapers inside. As if hypnotized, she pulled out three of them, along with the panties. She made sure the door was locked, and took off her jeans and underwear.
Lying down on the first diaper, she felt slightly excited as she pulled it between her legs. Its thickness was strangely comforting; she felt at peace. The next two diapers only added to the feeling of serenity. It wasn’t anywhere near what they had pinned on Melanie, but these seemed thick enough to her. Should I put on the panties? Courtney looked at them, her curiosity getting the better of her. She pulled them on, hiking them up till they fit snugly against the diapers. After the last tug, she heard a faint click at the small of her back. Did I tear them?
She waddled to the bathroom, and looked at herself in the mirror. She was presented with the image of herself wearing her satin bra and a pair of childish pink rubber panties. She turned around, looking for a tear, and instead found – A lock! She tugged at the panties, trying to pull them down. She felt the weight of a chain dig into her skin, refusing to allow the panties to come off. Melanie must have known her curiosity would get the best of her…. what was she going to do now?