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It felt childish. It felt like something a grown women like herself shouldn’t be doing. Kacey knew, deep deep in her mind it was against the rules of “adults.” Wetting a diaper was already way against social norms. Who in their right mind would willingly tape themselves into a diaper, just to absolutely wreck it? That’s the feeling Kacey chased every single time she taped another diaper onto her waist. So to let even more pee gush into her already full diaper, it was heaven. She pushed hard on her bladder, so it’d overwhelm the diaper, and with any luck, cause it to leak and spill out the sides. Kacey always loved that.

This moment snuck up on Kacey faster than she’d admit. Her potty training had taken a major hit the past few months. It wasn’t noticeable at first. She’d been potty trained for 26 years. But it seemed like after the 6th month of diapers 24/7, it all seemed to collapsed. It’s like her brain said to her, “You don’t want to be potty trained anymore? Fine then. Enjoy your life in diapers.” Her second accident came almost immediately after her first one. She wasn’t ready for how quickly she needed diapers. But that wasn’t to say she didn’t like it, in fact, making leaky diapers all day long was pretty much the best part of living.

We all have those fetish feelings that creep up on us. She’d sate it just like we do. Rub herself silly to some hot women on the internet. That worked for a few years. In the back of her mind though, there was a growing feeling. One that she didn’t want to face at first, but one night as she layed there, jerking off to the same boring regression porn. It finally hit her.

Regular diaper porn just didn’t do it for her anymore.

She ordered the diapers that night. If she was gonna keep chasing that diaper feel, then she was going to have to take it to the next level. She almost passed out from how excited she was when they first came in. They felt better than she could have ever imagined once she taped them on. It was like a drug to her. She just couldn’t stop wearing them once she had them on.

She just loved the way they filled up. She’d always bite her lip, eyes roll up a little, as the warmth started spreading. She was hyper-aware of the feeling as it climbed up her bum or front of the diaper. The warm, wet, squishiness as it filled it up, it was simply heaven. She loved it even more when that warmth was a surprise. But the best feeling of all to Kacey? Not even knowing she wet in the first place. She’d be watching some dumb cartoon, drinking her 15th bottle of juice of the day, and suddenly she’d notice that the feet she was sitting on were suddenly getting wet.

And that’s where Kacey found herself right now. She quickly unbuttoned her onesie so she could rub a little faster. She closed her eyes as her hips gyrated faster and faster. She had so many thoughts bounce of her head as she got closer. Trading her mental IQ for thoughts of baby blocks and rattles, the fact everyone saw her as that “Weird diaper girl now”, the fact the only men she could attract now were daddys looking to take care of a baby like her, but what always got her in the end? The thought that she was in these diapers forever now, that she had flown past the point of no return and didn’t even look back.

She let out a low moan into her room as waves of pleasure started pulsating from her crotch. Her diaper grew warm, reminding Kacey that all those thoughts were true, or at the very least, on there way to becoming reality. 

Kacey couldn’t be happier about that.