Sam Likes Diapers (Commission)

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Sam was bored. As usual. 

Social media was a dead, open wasteland. Everyone was either arguing, posting recycled memes, or arguing with recycled memes. She wasn’t exactly sure why she even bothered checking in, except that she got messages on it occasionally from friends who simply refused to text. 

“Screw this, I need to find something productive…” she considered, frowning. Maybe a workout group. Someone who would encourage her to actually stick to a schedule. She had always wanted a six pack. “What was that one program called? Ab Dominators?” 

Frowning, she decided to see if they were on facebook. Swiping with her thumb, she punched in, ‘Ab Dl-’ “Crap, no. Not an L.” ‘Dominators’. “There we go, let’s… oh, wait.” 

She’d not deleted the typo, and was left with a search for ‘ab dl dominators’. The typo wasn’t much of a surprise, she had butterfingers, but what surprised her was that an actual result came up. 

“What’s this? Are those people wearing… diapers?” 

…

It started out as a typo, but quickly turned into a rabbit hole of google searches with no end. Sam skimmed most of the facebook page, but it seemed light on information, and before long, she was trawling google, reading tumblrs, and even joining a discord server or two. 

She learned… a lot. First, that people had a lot more kinks than she’d ever considered before. Second, that diaper training was a thing that people participated in, according to someone named “Ashe” who had a patreon and a server and taught people to lose control. 

Third, that she was kinda into it. At least, in pictures. She wanted to try it herself. 

And, as it happened, there were more than a couple companies that made particularly cute diapers in her size. 

It had been a simple decision to punch in her payment information, address, and get a sample pack of a dozen diapers ordered to her home. 

They arrived in two days, thanks to premium shipping, and Sam was more than eager to try them. The package was plain brown cardboard, but her hands were shaking a little as she took it open, ripping off the tapes and opening it up. 

Sitting inside, nestled in their plastic packaging, were twelve fluffy diapers. She ran her hand over the wrapping, hesitating. 

There were errands she’d planned on running, but… Those could happen later. 

Ripping open the material, Sam looked around the room. She could go to the bathroom to change, but she lived alone, and there wasn’t much point. Flipping up her skirt, she pulled her panties down and kicked them onto the floor. 

Selecting one of the crinkling new diapers, she unfolded it slowly. There was a light sent of perfuming on the material, and the smooth backing crinkled exactly how she’d imagined. 

Grinning like a fool, she walked over to the couch. Running a hand through the inside of the padding to smooth out the wrinkles, she pulled up her skirt. It took a little navigation to figure out which side was up, but once she did, she slid it into place, pulling the tapes snug. 

She was happy with the decision to get hook-and-loop tabs, rather than adhesive ones. It took a few attempts to get everything stuck in place, but once she did, the diaper felt snug, secure, comfortable, relaxing… and, though she only need to pee a little, she was already feeling herself get wet. 

Lowering her skirt, she hurried over to her bedroom, where a full body mirror was set up. The diaper rustled between her legs, and when she examined herself, twirling so that her skirt lifted and the crinkly padding became visible, she giggled at how cute she seemed. 

Her bladder wasn’t that full, but that didn’t bother Sam. Cheeks turning pink, she released the pressure, feeling hot urine dribble into the padding. The material swelled a little, squelching between her legs as she moved around experimentally, reveling in how it felt. 

It was everything she’d hoped for. It felt great, and she was more than excited to see how it felt with a vibrator pressed into the front of the padding. 

Sam made up her mind then and there; she’d wear the rest of the diapers she had on hand before going back to panties. 

Pulling out her phone, she also punched in another order for a full case to be shipped in. “The rest of the diapers she had on hand” was going to be more than just the twelve she’d ordered initially. 

She smiled, tugging down her skirt a little more. She had a busy day ahead of her, and now she wouldn’t have to take any bathroom breaks on the way.