As Amanda sat there waiting for the nanny to
come back into the room her thoughts drifted back to when she first started
having these urges. She was a teenager around the age of 16; she
was normal by all means of the word. Then that one eventful Saturday
morning came into her thoughts.
She was at home alone her parents were out of town.
She had wanted to experiment with her feelings of wanting to be a baby
and she thought to herself: Well Amanda it is now or never. You are
home and there is no one else here. You were brave enough to go to
the store last night and get the things that you thought that you would
need. You are sitting here in your room siting on your bed with diaper
sitting right next to you. You even went as far as to make yourself
a bottle. Come on Amanda all you have to do is lay down on it, pull
it up between your legs, pull the sides together, and tape it on. That
is all there is to it. You have wanted to do this and now you can.
All you have to do is do it.
As she sat there on the bed looking at the diaper,
that she had pulled from the package. As she sat there all she could
do was look at it. She felt like it was something that was bad and
she was doing wrong but there was a part of her that wanted this more than
anything. She finally reached over and picked it up.
As she sat there holding it she kept thinking to herself: Come on Amanda
all you have to do is lay down on it. That is all. That's what
I can do I can lay down on it and see how it feels
She took the diaper and unfolded it and opened it
to its full length and width. She just sat there on her bed looking
at the diaper she could not believe that she was actually doing this.
She then finally got up the courage to lie down on the diaper.
She laied down on her bed, still in her pajamas, took the diaper and slid
it under her body. She then pulled it up between her legs and held
it into place: this is not too bad. Why was I worried so much about
this? As a matter of fact this is quite nice. Now all I have
to do is pull the tapes and it's on.
So with little effort at all she pulled the sides
of the diaper up and taped them into place: Amanda why are you wearing
your pajamas under this diaper? The diaper is supposed to be under
the pajamas and not over them? Well I am just seeing how it feels
first and then if I like it, then I will put it on under my pajamas.
And if you don' like it then what are you going to do with the other ones
that are in the package? Yea that's right had to buy the biggest
bag they had didn't I? Well I guess I will cross that bridge when
I get to it.
She leaned herself up into a sitting position on
the bed. When she did, she heard the diaper underneath her rustling:
that is a sound I have not heard in a while. I like that sound.
I wonder how I look? I am going to go and look at myself in the mirror.
When Amanda stood up and was making her way to the
other side of the room, so that she could see what she looked like in the
full length mirror, all she could hear was the rustling of the diaper she
was wearing: This is totally weird. That rustling noise is loud enough
that anyone around me could hear it, but I like it.
When she got to the mirror and saw the person standing
in front of her she almost went into hysterics: Amanda what are you doing
and why? I look so weird but I feel totally relaxed. Maybe
if I put the diaper on under my pajamas I won't feel so weird. Not
to mention I will not look as weird as I do now.
She made her way back over to her bed and laied back
down. She undid the diaper she was wearing, leaving it in place under
her, and then took her pajama bottoms down to her ankles. When that
was done she then laid her naked bottom down on the diaper. When
her bare skin hit the liner of the diaper she felt totally weak inside.
She just fell into the waiting hands of the diaper and laied there.
After a few minutes she reached down and pulled the diaper up tight between
her legs. At the very moment that the liner of the diaper hit her
crotch she was in totally extacasy. She did not know what to do with
her self.
Amanda just laid there in thought: this is great
why did I wait so long to try this? I have wanted to do this for
as long as I can remember and I am mad at myself for waiting this long.
She tried to let the diaper go so that she could
tape it into place but she did not want to let it go. She did not
want to lose the feeling of security that the tightness of the diaper gave
her. After arguing with herself for a few moments she finally was
able to let go and tape the diaper into place.
After a few minor adjustments, and a few pulls of
the elastic bands, she had the diaper on just like she wanted. She
laied there with her hands on the top of the diaper not wanting to move:
this is so relaxing I love this. I am going to lay here all day and
enjoy this.
As she lay there she found her hands wanting to explore
the inside of her diaper: why do I want to do that? Why do I want
to put my hands in my diaper? This is so weird but I love it.
I know what I can do. I can drink from my bottle.
Amanda leaned over to her nightstand and got the
bottle that she had made for herself early that morning when she had decided
that she was going to go through with this. She took the bottle and
layed down with it. She then took the bottle, stuffed the nipple
into her mouth, and started to nurse. While she layed there drinking from
the bottle she pulled her teddy bear close and held him in a death grip.
Within only a few minutes Amanda was in a total relaxed state of mind and
did not have a care in the world. As she layed on her bed nursing
her mind drifted off to another place and also another world. Before Amanda
knew it she was fast asleep.
After an hour or so past Amanda woke and found herself
in a wet diaper, laying in her bed, with a bottle and her teddy bear lying
next to her. For the first few moments she was in terror and did
not know what to think. And then when she was finally awake she remembered
the events that lead to her being where she was and also the way she was
dressed.
A small smile cam across her face, "I can't believe
this. I wet myself. It feels weird but for some odd reason
it feels nice. I had better get myself cleaned up."
Amanda got off her bed and went over to the bag were
she had all of the things that she had purchased the night before.
She pulled out a package of baby wipes. She then went back over to
her bed and layed back down. From there she untaped the wet diaper
and started to clean herself. When she was satisfied with her cleaning
job she laid there in thought: should I put another diaper on or should
I go ahead and get dressed? Oh what the heck why not get another
diaper on?
She walked back across the room, grabbed another
diaper, and the baby powder. She then went back over to her bed and
started to diaper herself again. As soon as the diaper hit her bare
skin the same feelings came back to her. When she was finished she
stood up and took a peek in the mirror: now that looks a lot better.
It looks a lot better with out my pajamas hanging out from the sides of
the diaper. This is not as bad as I thought it was going to be.
I like this and I am going to have to do this more often.
As Amanda stood there admiring herself in the mirror
she let out a little giggle, "Oh yes, I am going to have to do this more
often. I am enjoying this." Amanda went back over to her bed
and picked up the baby bottle and her teddy bear. “I think I am going
to go into the kitchen and try and find me something to eat. That
formula was good but it did not fill me up.” Amanda left her bedroom
and was heading for the kitchen when she heard the sound that her diaper
was making when she was walking, “this diaper makes a lot of noise.
I sure am glad no one is home or I would be busted.” As Amanda walked
down the hallway towards the kitchen the top that she was wearing just
swayed in the wind. The diaper that she was wearing could be readily
seen with out a problem. Amanda was so happy and also excited that
she had finally decided to do through with this. She was dancing
around the kitchen looking for something to eat when she finally decided
on some cereal, “this will work. I am going to get a bowl of this
and then go and watch some cartoons.”
Amanda had the bowl of cereal in hand when she went into the den. She plopped down in the lounge chair and hit the button on the remote control. When she plopped down in the chair and also when she was sitting in the chair her diapers did nothing but rustled: this is so neat. I am actually sitting in the living room watching Friday afternoon cartoons in nothing but my pajama top and a diaper. This is so neat.
As Amanda sat there in the armchair watching cartoons
and eating her cereal she thought to herself: Ok it is Friday afternoon
mom and dad are outta town and I have run of the house. What am I
going to do this weekend besides stay home and do nothing?
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