Elese 

the story started in diaper denands continues. This time the focus is on her sister Elese.

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Elese is the younger sister of bethy. She saw bethy dissent into diaper depeentcy.  This is her observations and her own jouney into diaper depeentcy. 

I am bethy’s younger sister. Bethy was shy and qiet. We were always prety close growing up. We still were. 

One day i walked in on her. She had a package of diapers. I thought this was strange. I never knew her as having isues with incontinence. 

“Why do you have diapers?” i asked.i never expected her answer. Not in a milion years. She explaned that her fiancée wanted her to only wear diapers from now on. Aperently he believed that this was key to being submissive.  

I thought that it was a litle odd. She seemed to be fine with it. She seemed to want to make the best of it. I agreed to help her.

I don’t know why but this whole thing had peaked my curiosity. I wondered what it would be like to wear and use diapers. 

I helped her spread out a water proof mat on the bed.  She pulled off her skirt and panties. She laid down on the bed. I took out a diaper and put it it on her.i closed the straps. 

I thought she looked cute in her diaper. She looked all poofy. I helped her put her skirt back on. She went though various moments.  I got to see those myiad emotions at that moment. 

I became curuous about it myself.  I thought about wearing diapers exclusivly. I also thought about only weting and messing myself. I found myself appalled by it and aroused at the same time.  It was really unusual. I did not tell anyone about these feelings. I prefered to keep it under wraps.  I thought that was best.  I was not prepared to admit these feelings even to myself. 

I tried to keep it under raps. It was not a constant obsession at that point.it was mearly something i thought about every once in a while.it was not a big deal.  

Seing bethy in diapers sparked something in me. I changed her diapers quite frequently. I enjoyed doing it. I got a little turned in. I never told beth.i am prety sure she knew. 

I had not got my own diapers or tried one for myself. I did imagine it. I thought about what it would be like.  I kind of liked the thought. 

My mom and i changed bethy often. Some times we took turns. Other times we did it together. We both liked doing it. 

The wedding day got closer.beth sugested that all of the bridesmaids should be diapered.  I was reluctant to wear them..bethy really wanted us to. 

I decided to go for it. I came to the church in a t shirt and denim skirt.  My mom put the diaper on me. It felt squishy qnd cold. It was a bit comfortable.  I put the dress on. 

It was a very buisy few hours. I had goten dustracted.  I had not realized it but i had peed myself mutiple times. When i got home my mom took off my diaper and cleaned me up.  

I had a bit of an invilid fetish. I began to find the idea of being bathed and dressed by some one else quite titillating.   I did not know why.

I put panties back on.i wanted to put on a fresh diaper. I am not sure how mom would react to having two daughters who were a.b.d.l. i recisted the whole idea. At least at that point.

I woke up the next morning soaked.i had wet the bed multiple times.i striped the bed and put all of the soiled beding in the washer. I bathed. I feared the worst. Had that one day of diaper wearing compromised my bladder? Could it have been weakoning for some time ? Had i just not noticed it.

I was frightened and scared but i was also excited. This might force me to become diaper dependent. As it turned out, it was all a fluke. I did not have any other isues.   

I was a bit disappointed.  I kinda liked the idea. I gues it was a good thing. I went on with life. I did not think obout diaper wearing.  

A few mouths later, i was cleaning out my closet when i found the package of diapers.  I decided to use them. I did not want them to go to waste.

I put one on. I forgot i was wearing it.i had wet myself. I did not change myaelf right away.  Then i did.

Bethy and i hung out quite a bit.  She had become pregnant.  I was happy for her.  We visited eachother abd changed each others diapers. 

I was sad when i ran out if diapers. I went to the drug store and got more.i got the same cashir bethy did. “Incontinence or fetish? ” she asked. I laughed.”fetish i am afraid ” i said.

“I know a girl who buy diapers for fetish ” she said.”that is pribably my sister.” i said 

I got hooked on diapers.  I was shy. I was esoecialy shy around boys. A new guy named mike started attending the church. I tried to introduce myself right away.i knew all of the single girls would want to be his rebeca to his issack. I tried to get there first. 

I tried to get notice. It worked.he asked me out. We went out to dinner. I did not wear diapers.  I had wet myself.  I really hoped he did not notice. 

I put s coat over my waste.  “Did you soil youself?” he asked. I said yes in a humiliated tone. He felt bad for me. 

He did, much to my surprise ask me out again.  I wore diapers. I told him i wore diapers most of the time. He was fine with that.

I got rid of my panties. I went exclusivly to diapers. We got maried and not long after the weding i got pregnant. 

My mom was ok having two daughters who wore adult diapers. Would she herself fall prey to the diaper bug that seemed to be spreading though the female members of the family?  

The end.

Next up

The family matriarch explores diaper fetish.  

 

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