Love Your Enemy - Part 2 (Patreon)

Cheshire also had bedwetting problems; unfortunately for her, they had started in her twenties, not when she was six. It was, quite possibly, the most humiliating thing she'd ever been through, waking up next to her boyfriend one day in the middle of a puddle, drowsy and confused until she started to wiggle, and realized that wetness extended up her legs to her panties.

Her boyfriend had been very understanding, thankfully, though that didn't really help Cheshire feel any better about what she'd done. How could she?! Here she was, a professional young woman, and she was peeing her pants in her sleep like some toddler! It was absolutely horrifying.... 

And it didn't stop there. She'd been in the office a few days later, working on a report, when she'd felt a sudden urge from her bladder, far worse and more sudden than she was used to. Luckily, she managed to make it to the bathroom, though, when she sat down on the toilet, she saw that her underwear had a rather large wet spot on it, one that, on further examination, extended to her skirt. She spent a long time that day huddled in the stall, waiting for it to dry so she could slink back out to her desk, praying nobody had noticed it when she was on her way to the restroom.

The doctor hadn't been any help, even after a thorough examination. There was no medical reason for it, she said, so it was likely stress... The only thing she was able to suggest to help was diapers. Diapers! Cheshire couldn't believe it.... Did that woman actually think she was going to resign herself to those, that she would sink so slow?!

Not even a week later, after a couple more wet mornings and close calls during the day, she had done just that. The diapers were awful, loud and bulky, impossible to hide under her favorite work outfits, which hugged her frame and made her feel sexy and confident... And wearing them to bed was even worse. There was no way to hide them from her boyfriend, of course, seeing as they slept in the same bed, so she would always trudge out, feeling every inch a child, and scramble under the blankets as quickly as possible.

He tried to tell her they weren't so bad, that he didn't mind, but she would have none of that... But, no matter how much she despised them, she still had no real choice other than to wear them. There had to be some way to help her accept them, he thought, maybe even like them a little, seeing as she had to live with them anyway.

"I'm so sorry," the text she got on Valentine's Day read. "I'll be a little late, but I left you a surprise in the bedroom."

Cheshire had no idea what to expect... Lingerie was her usual Valentine's gift, but, now that she had to wear diapers, that didn't seem quite the same. Sure enough, when she got to the room, there was romantic music playing, yet, instead of the usual, skimpy stuff, there was a set of oversized - rather comfortable looking, if she was being honest - pajamas, along with paper hearts spread out over the bed, and a large lollipop.

It was all a bit strange, though, after a long day, she didn't mind slipping into the PJs to relax a little. She'd never heard this music before, but it was calming, washing over her like a nice, warm shower... She curled up on the bed, taking it all in, feeling a strange desire to pick up that lollipop and stare deep into its spiral...

She wiggled on her back, pink tinging her cheeks as she felt the padding of her diaper brushing against her privates, just like it always did. This time, however, it felt... different... somehow. It took her a few moments to realize - or, rather, to accept - what was happening, as she started to feel a tingling down there. Was she seriously getting turned on by this?!

The thought should have disgusted her, but, the longer she stared into her lollipop, the less she cared about that, and the more she squirmed, letting that feeling overtake her. After a few minutes, she couldn't resist, and one hand slid down towards her crotch. She pouted as she felt her pajama pants in the way, and clumsily slid them off, tossing them off the bed. As soon as her fingers brushed the plastic coating of her diapers, she felt fireworks exploding in her, and as she started to rub, things only got better... Then, feeling like a naughty little girl, she slipped her hand into her diaper. 

She was very, very wet by the time her boyfriend got home, and not in the usual way. He quickly switched off the hypnotic track he'd had playing and took away her lollipop, hoping that would help, but after her change, she just kept squirming in her seat, each crinkle seeming to send her deeper into ecstasy. 

All he'd wanted to do was help her accept the thing she hated so much... Not realizing that, since he'd set the track on repeat, since he hadn't known exactly when she'd get home, each repeat had taken her deeper and deeper... She couldn't work, because she kept getting distracted, and reaching into her pants to rub her diaper; she had to have a babysitter, who kept her in heavy, padded mittens. He had turned her into a mindless, horny diaper slut... And he had no idea how to reverse it.