I went underwear shopping qith ny dad, I was 16 at the time and when we got to the store he asked me if I knew mt size and I said no so he turned me around and pulled my pants back to look for my panties, he grabbed them and pulled them upwards to see the size, he fixed my mini wedgie and noticed a skid mark. He looked for a bit and I didn't know why so he fixed my pants and took my hand and instead of getting underwear we got diapers. I'm 18 now and still use them without knowing I am so I have to be checked 24/7 so I don't get a rash. I ge treated like a baby, carried around, bathed, sitting on laps and everything else.
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Diaper Tales
Non-FictionEach chapter is a different diaper story. Some are connected, and some aren't. This is an ongoing series, so there will be a LOT to read soon enough.
