Adult Diaper Discipline Stories

Diapers On Display

I dated Lori in high school, then a little in college. We got along just fine at first. Then, it was a slow progression downhill after that. We used to argue and fight constantly at the end of our relationship. I've never had a problem getting girls. It's the keeping them part that I always mess up.

With her, it was an interesting breakup.
She and I were at her parents' closed down thrift store. It was pretty much emptied out, except for a few clothes racks, and boxed up used clothes. Her parents were out of town for a week on a cruise. We were just cleaning up and getting the building ready to be sold. We had an eighteen pack of beers and plenty of time to ourselves.

Everything seemed normal that day, except her attitude. She seemed like she was hiding something from me. I couldn't place my finger on it, but I felt like something was up. By the end of the night, I felt really sleepy, like abnormally sleepy. I remember her clocking me, as my eyelids felt heavy. She was definitely up to something in the background of our interactions.

She asked me, "You getting sleepy?"

"Yeah..." I said, "I'm about ready to pass out over here. I can't keep my eyes open."

I saw her smirk as she looked at me. Then I remember falling asleep as I sat on the floor with her. My back was resting against the checkout counter along with hers. Everything was a fuzzy blur after that. Like a drunken stupor, with her giving me faint instructions in the distance of my consciousness.

She said, "Come on Derek, let's go to he car..." at one point. I think it was when she helped me up.

I remember getting up to my feet again as she was guiding me. The thing is we didn't even go to the car. I remembered we went to the display case room, in front of the store. It smelled like chemicals, like a mild scent of industrial glue, and yet it was soft and fluffy. It felt like she made a makeshift bed on the display case floor or something. I remember laying down on some blankets and stuffed animals. Then I heard like trash bags being opened. I felt get undressing me and then dressing me. Then she dressed me again. It was crazy.

When I woke up at sunrise, the buildings air conditioner was still on. I remember thinking that was unusual, and I could see out the front of the store to the street. What I see there was a thousand times more unusual sights. Lori was spray painting the front window. Then I realized didn't have pants on, and I'm laying on blankets. I tried to wake up as quick as possible.

As soon as I realized I was pantless, I also realized I was wearing a huge diaper. Like it was really big, and my hands and feet we covered in plastic wrap and clear packing tape.

I realize my mouth was stuffed and gagged with a giant pacifier in my mouth, that was wrapped in plastic around my head quite effectively, and tape was holding it in place. I could breathe, but I was drooling a lot because of it. As I checked myself out even further, I noticed the front of the diaper had a huge yellow stain on it. I knew I didn't pee, and the diapers were layered maybe three diapered thick, so it wasn't from me. I assumed it was a costume effect at that point. Lori kept spraying something on the front window outside the store. They were giant words.

I mumbled, "Ẁha duh fuff?"

I sat up in the display case and looked at my hands and feet. I was crinkling everywhere with this huge diaper hugging my waist, and plastic wrap around my feet. The diaper was humongous, like over my belly button, spreading my legs apart. There might have been about three diapers thick on me, in layers. I had on a giant baby bib as well as a bonnet. It was a bunch of those adult baby costumes that they sold in the thrift store as gag gifts. I couldn't remove any article of clothing.

I saw Lori stop spraying at the window to look at me. She seemed tired, but in a hurry. She waved suddenly, smiling at me as I scowled at her, puzzling over my attire. I raised my covered hands and tried to remove the gag. It was no use. At that point, I realized I had bed set up really bad. She was enjoying my reaction to my surprise. I tried to stand, only to discover how slippery the plastic and fleece were together.