A Trip Through Diapers

Chapter One

Even after college, Abigail and Julie continued to live in the same apartment room, accustomed to the pay. Julie, however, had begun loathing the living conditions. It seemed like the longer they lived together, the more Abigail went out drinking for the night, coming home completely wasted, constantly soiling herself, which was only a mess left for Julie to clean up. In retrospect, the constant drinking which was destroying Abigail's body annoyed Julie more than having to clean up after her.
After a couple days of brainstorming, a faint, far-away idea popped into Julie's mind. After very careful consideration, Julie made a date for them to both be at the apartment.
Abigail walked into the dining room, suspicious. "Wacha need, Jules?"
Julie waved Abigail over to the table. "Come on over, I made a little something I want you to try."
"Oh no, experimenting in the kitchen again? We both know how well that went last time."
"Don't worry, you'll like this."
Abigail sat down at the table across from Julie and picked up one of the brownies lying on a plate. "These...actually look edible. Who knew you had this in you, Jules."
Abigail took an enormous bite out of the brownie, quickly swallowing it. "Oh my gosh, these are some of the best brownies I've had in a really long time!" Abigail continued eating all of the brownies on the plate, leaving only crumbs behind.
"Alright, Jules, I have absolutely no idea what was in those brownies but I highly suggest you make them more often."
"It's a secret," Julie teased. "A good chef never reveals their secrets."
"Alright, alright," Abigail giggled. She proceeded to stand up and head towards the kitchen. "I'm fucking starving, gotta eat."
Julie read her book silently as she listened to Abigail heat something up in the microwave and bring it back to the table to eat.
After finishing her food, Abigail clutched the table tightly. "H-Hey, Jules, could you get me some Ibuprofen? I'm feeling a bit dizzy..."
Julie continued to read her book, ignoring Abigail's pleas.
"Hey, Jules, I-" Abigail fell out of her chair trying to stand up. She immediately began freaking out. "Oh my god, I can't stand, I can't stand! Jules, help me!"
Julie walked over to Abigail and began rubbing her back. "Don't worry, you'll feel it soon."
"What the fuck are you...Julie, what the fuck did you do to me?!"
Julie sat down besides Abigail. "I got tired of watching you drag yourself home every night just to piss and shit yourself. So, I created a sort of 'tactic'. You don't have a job anyway, so this will be very interesting."
"Jules...tell me...tell me what you did!"
"I didn't have an easier way to 'numb' you, so I fed you pot brownies."
"You...gave me weed?! Jules, I...ugh..."
"Shhh...it's starting to kick in now...just relax..."
Abigail began silently mumbling to herself. Julie picked her up, accustomed to carrying her around. She placed Abigail across a plastic mat she had laying across Abigail's bed. With a loud crinkle, she pulled an adult diaper out of under the bed. Julie carefully pried away Abigail's pants and underwear, not surprised to see the usual shaved pubic area.
Julie carefully applied baby powder to Julie's crotch and ass, then slowly put on her diaper, snapping it tightly. It was a little snug, so Julie made a note to buy a larger size next time.
While Abigail continued to softly mumble to herself, Julie began putting together the adult-sized crib even she was surprised she was able to find so quick. By the time Julie was done assembling the crib, it was about time to head to bed. Julie lowered the crib side, picked up a shivering Abigail, and placed her in the crib. It was then that Julie noticed the arm and leg restraints on the sides of the crib.
"Well, guess it wouldn't hurt...don't really want her to escape or anything..."
Julie tightly tied Abigail down, then left the room and went to sleep on her bed.

Abigail woke up, expecting to stretch her arms and yawn. Instead, she was greeted with extremely limited movement, and upset stomach, and an extreme urge to use the restroom.
"Ju...Jules!"
Julie entered the room shortly after, carrying two shopping bags. Julie grunted in displeasure.
"J-Jules, listen, haha, funny, funny joke, please untie me. I REALLY have to go."
"Then just go."
"...Um, excuse me? I'm not going to just GO in my pants."
"It's fine, you're not wearing pants."
"Julie, let me out!"
"Abby, believe me when I say this had to be done. If you can't even drink responsible enough to control your bowel movements then we need to take care of the problem."
Julie began pulling adult-sized baby clothes out of the bag. She approached Abigail and lowered the gate.
With a swift clip of scissors, Julie cut off the thin white tshirt Abigail was wearing. After unhooking Abigail's bra, Julie slowly loosened the leg restraints in order to slip bloomers and a dress onto Abigail. Still feeling absolutely terrible and afraid to completely loose control of her bowels right there, Abigail did not move. Julie reattached the restraints and lifted the gate.
"You can tell me when you get hungry but you cannot use a toilet. Also, I will not take off the restraints until you can withstand the test,"
"What test?" Julie asked.
"You'll find out when the time comes. So for now, I'll be in the other room, call me if you need me."
"Wait!" Julie stopped walked away. "Yes?" Julie responded to Abigail's call.
"I...I don't want to use the bathroom in this position. I'll feel it."
"Well then, are you ready for the initiation?"
"Y-Yes, please..."
Julie lowered the crib gate, released the restraints, and asked Abigail to get on her hands and knees before retying the restraints. Julie lifted her dress, pulled down her diaper and bloomers, and inserted something into her asshole.
"U-Um, what was that??"
"If you can hold it for three minutes, I will trust you to sit in the crib and not try to leave."
Abigail felt her stomach twitch, a surging feeling pushing downwards towards her butt. At this point, she had wished she kept laying down, then at least she could try to hold it in.
It took extreme concentration not to shit everywhere. Abigail began sweating, waiting for Julie to count out how much time she had left.
"Wow, only thirty more seconds. Keep going, you're almost there."
Abigail began breathing heavily, tearing up at the immense cramps in her lower torso. It felt like and endless amount of shit was about to spill out of her ass. She almost felt some peek out, but for fear of whatever dignity she had left, held it in as right at she could.
"Three, two, one...congratulations, you can now be in the crib without restraints."
Abigail could not hold it in any longer. It felt like the floodgates has opened and shit began filling her tight diaper, nearly falling out the sides. The warm, gushy feeling sent shivers down her spine, but the relief was so great she nearly fell over. Julie approached her and unlocked her restraints.
"Come now, stand up and I'll walk you over to the changing table."
Abigail had to land on her butt before standing up, sending the contents of the diaper rushing up her ass crack and across her pussy. In shock, she began wetting herself.
"Would you like to wait until you're done?" Julie asked. Abigail nodded weakly. The wet, warm feeling of urine heated her vagina, sending a chill of arousal upwards. After relieving herself, Abigail crawled on top of the changing mat and lifted her legs.
Julie pulled off her bloomers, revealing a completely filled diaper, barely holding everything together. Julie carefully removed the diaper, rolled it up, and threw it in the trash. She then took our baby wipes, properly wiped Abigail down, coated her with baby powder, and put a fresh diaper on. Afterwards, she picked Abigail up, carried her to the crib, set her down, and locked the gate.
"Now, I'll be in the other room, call me if you need anything." Julie left Abigail in the crib and attended to lunch while Abigail moped in her new situation.