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A New Attitude
🕑 Added 2022-11-12 17:53:29 +0000 UTC“You don’t have to let this ruin your life, baby,” Melissa’s boyfriend said gently. “You just need to have a new attitude about things.”
“A new attitude?!” Melissa repeated furiously. “Last time I went out with Emily and Janet, I pooped my diaper right in front of them. We were in the middle of a conversation, and I let out a massive fucking fart and started shitting my pants. How exactly am I supposed to have a new attitude about that?”
“You treat it like it’s such a big deal, sweetheart,” her boyfriend said soothingly. “You never used to take things so seriously. You need to learn to laugh it off when something like that happens.”
“Laugh it off?!” Melissa raged. “Enough people have been laughing at me! I’m not going to start laughing at myself too! I’m not a joke! I hate this! I hate being incontinent! I wish I’d died in that stupid car accident instead!”
“Don’t say that,” her boyfriend said sharply, looking at her with deep concern. “Don’t even say that, darling.”
Melissa felt tears welling up in her eyes. “Why not?” she demanded, even though she was already regretting what she’d said. “It would be better than being stuck like this. I feel like a big fucking baby.”
“You can still walk,” her boyfriend said. “You can use your arms. And your pretty face wasn’t hurt.” He stroked her cheek with the back of his fingers. “You got lucky, honey-bee. An injury to your spine like that could have done a lot more than take away your bladder and bowel control. Feeling a bit like a baby is a small price to pay for your life.”
Melissa pushed his hand away. She knew he was just trying to make her feel better, but it wasn’t working. “Easy for you to say,” she said, more harshly than she’d intended. “You’re not the one who has to wear diapers.” Her thick nappy crinkled noisily under her jeans. Even her baggiest clothes couldn’t quite hide the diaper bulge around her waist. She’d tried using thinner, more discreet ‘protective underwear’ at first, but it had quickly become clear that they weren’t up to the challenge of containing all her accidents. Eventually, after leaking on the sofa and the bed, her boyfriend had bought her thicker ones. He insisted they weren’t the largest size available, but they felt huge to her. The padding between her thighs had to be three inches thick, and the bulk made it impossible to close her legs. She could never forget they were there, an ever-present reminder of her new status as a grown woman who couldn’t control when she peed or pooped. Even as she spoke, her bladder helplessly released a small stream of piss into her pants. Melissa turned even redder than she had been already, and she stomped her foot. “I hate this!” she cried again, cringing at the feel of her soggy underwear.
“Here,” said her boyfriend, taking his phone out of his pocket. He had an odd expression on his face, slightly hesitant, but as if he were steeling himself to do something. “I want you to have a look at this, okay baby?” He held up his phone to her face, and for a few seconds Melissa just stared, confused, at the swirling colours on the screen. What was this supposed to be? Then something seemed to clunk into place in her head, and she felt as though she were falling inside the spiralling lights. Her mouth slowly fell open, and a line of drool ran down her chin.
“I can’t reverse your incontinence, my love,” her boyfriend was saying, stroking her hair, “but I can make it so you’re not bothered by it.” He kissed her cheek. “I promise this is for the best. You’re going to be a happy, bubbly girl again in no time!”
One Week Later
Melissa, or Missy as she now preferred to be called, stomped into the living room with a broad smile on her face. Below the waist she wore only her thick, white diaper, and above it she wore a tight, pale blue top with the words “Daddy’s Little Stinker” written across it in big, bold letters. She spotted her boyfriend sitting on the sofa, and hurried over to him, but she’d only gone a few paces when she stopped in her tracks. There was a rumbling noise from her belly. Her mouth formed into a perfect ‘o’ of surprise as she farted loudly. Then her knees bent, seemingly by instinct, and her pretty face screwed up in concentration.
“What are you doing there, baby?” her boyfriend asked lightly, suppressing a laugh as he got to his feet and walked over, watching the seat of his girlfriend’s nappy start to bulge out.
Missy grunted loudly and grinned up at him. “Doing a big poo, Daddy!” she announced shamelessly.
Her boyfriend gasped theatrically. “In your pants, Missy?!” he exclaimed in mock surprise. “But you’re twenty-seven years old! You’re way too old to be doing poo-poo in your pants, aren’t you? Can’t you use the toilet?”
Missy put her hands to her mouth and chortled through her fingers like a little girl. She shook her head, her eyes sparkling with pleasure at the attention she was getting. She grunted again and her diaper drooped a little more. She pointed between her legs. “Gotta nappy, Daddy!”
“I see that, sweetie. But aren’t those for babies?”
“Uh-hu!” Missy chirped. “I can’t control when I go potty, so that makes me a baby!” With one last pouty-lipped, scrunchy-faced look of concentration, she finishing dirtying her diaper and straightened up, beaming. Her boyfriend-turned-Daddy held out his arms for a hug, and the infantilized, mind-addled woman toddled eagerly into his embrace. “I love you, Daddy!” she said.
“I love you too, baby girl,” her boyfriend cooed, cuddling her tightly. He didn’t mind the yucky potty smell that reached his nose. It was worth it to have his happy girl back. He reached down and patted the seat of her sagging nappy, eliciting a delighted squeal.
“Yucky Daddy!” Missy giggled. “That’s yucky!”
“Do you want a change, sweet girl? Daddy will get you all clean again.”
“No!” Missy whined. “I wanna play!”
“Are you sure, baby? Janet’s arriving to take you to the park in about fifteen minutes, remember? If we don’t get you cleaned up now, she’s going to see you get your messy nappy changed here on the floor. Doesn’t that bother you?”
They broke apart, and Missy chortled mischievously behind her hands again, shaking her head.
Her boyfriend laughed. “No, I guess it doesn’t,” he said, smiling indulgently. “You don’t mind if everyone thinks you’re a big baby, do you Missy?” He reached out to cup the front of his girlfriend’s nappy with his hand. He could feel the warm, heavy wee-wee within. He gave it a little rub, and Missy let out a soft cooing noise. “In fact,” her boyfriend went on, smirking, “I think you like it, don’t you?”
Missy’s eyes rolled back in pleasure and she nodded. It made her feel all tingly. People still pointed at her, but she enjoyed the attention now, and when they laughed at the sight of her diapers bulging under her jeans out peeking out from beneath her skirt, it made her giggle too. She didn’t blame them. She knew she looked super silly in her massive Pampers. But there was nothing wrong with being silly. Being silly was fun!
“Alright, sweetie,” her boyfriend said, rubbing the front of her soggy pants harder and chuckling when she moaned obscenely. “Daddy will give you a little playtime, okay? Then when Janet arrives we’ll change your full nappy right here on the floor. Maybe she’ll even help me wipe your bottom!” Missy groaned and started thrusting her crotch against his hand. “You know how glad she is to have her bubbly friend back,” her boyfriend continued, “even if it does mean dealing with your diapers. And Emily will be round to babysit tomorrow. She’s got all sorts of silly games planned.” Missy gurgled happily and humped his hand harder. “So you don’t have to worry about a thing, little one.” He kissed her on the top of her head. “Daddy’s going to make sure that losing your potty training was the best thing that ever happened to you!”
Missy orgasmed in her messy nappy, and she would have fallen to her knees if Daddy hadn’t caught her and held her close against him. As her body shuddered with ecstasy in his arms and she cooed with pleasure, she was one hundred percent certain she was the happiest little girl in the world.
