Diaper Story: Addressing Your Accidents

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This story involves 2 characters. One man, Harry, and one woman, Lilly. Lilly wants a baby, but Harry is infertile. So she gets up to some mischievous and scandalous things to achieve her mission.

Chapter 1: Pilot

Birdsong filled the air as the couple savored their morning tea in the kitchen, eyes on the television. Their life was a touch more luxurious than most: a modern, compact yet spacious home nestled in the marshy meadows of the British countryside. Lilly, the wife, was the primary breadwinner, her thriving business specializing in cooking and cleaning appliances. A savvy investment in entertainment stocks before the COVID lockdown had netted her a small fortune, further boosted by shrewd investments in Netflix and others when companies began cracking down on account sharing.

Her husband, James, was a dedicated scientist at a biotech lab, passionately contributing to vaccine research. While he adored his work, his salary barely covered their living expenses. Nevertheless, the couple lived comfortably within their means.

This morning held a special anticipation: news of their fertility tests was due. Both nearing thirty, they should be in their prime. However, James’s history as a chain smoker from his teens to mid-twenties cast a shadow of doubt on his virility. After months of trying for a baby without success, they sought answers.

A cheerful clink of teacups was interrupted by the clatter of mail landing on the doorstep. Both rushed to retrieve their letters, ripping them open with a mix of excitement and anxiety.

Lilly read hers first…

Dear Mrs. Sanders,

We are writing to you from the NHS Fertility Department with the results of your recent fertility assessment.

We are delighted to inform you that your test results have come back positive, indicating that you are fertile.

We understand that this news is likely to be incredibly exciting, and we are here to support you as you take your next steps. If you have any questions or would like to discuss your results further, please do not hesitate to contact us.

We wish you all the best in your future endeavors.

Sincerely,

Dr. Franks,
NHS Fertility Department Lab Lead

Excitedly, she looks at Harry who has only now just managed to open the letter.

Dear Mr. Sanders,

Re: Fertility Test Results

We are writing to inform you of the results of your recent fertility test. Unfortunately, the results indicate that your sperm sample did not contain any viable sperm. This means that, at this time, there is nothing we can offer in terms of fertility treatment.

We understand that this news is likely to be very upsetting. Infertility can be a difficult and emotional experience, and it is natural to feel a sense of loss and disappointment. We encourage you to reach out to your GP or a counsellor if you would like support during this time.

There are a number of support groups and resources available to help people cope with infertility. We have provided you with information about these enclosed in our letter.

Please do not hesitate to contact us if you have any questions or would like to discuss this further.

Sincerely,

Mr. Thompson,
NHS Fertility Department Lab Lead

Harry’s gaze met hers, his eyes hollow with unspoken dread. He handed her his letter with a trembling hand. Lilly’s expression shifted as she read, her joy fading into a mask of sorrow.

“I… I need some time alone to think,” she murmured, her voice thick with emotion.

Harry nodded silently, his heart sinking as she turned and retreated to her office, the door closing softly behind her.

Chapter 2: The Plan

Tears streamed down Lilly’s face as she sat in her office, arms crossed on the desk, head bowed. The dream of carrying her own child, of having a little girl of her own, shattered. Adoption seemed the only option, a hollow substitute for the biological connection she yearned for.

But as the initial wave of grief subsided, a new thought took root. A daring, unconventional idea. Could she transform her husband into a baby?

The evening was spent meticulously planning. Lilly ordered specialized soundtracks designed for hypnotic regression, adorable fluffy diapers, and a wardrobe of onesies and overalls. She acquired everything an adult baby would need, including a changing table and a locking crib. The deliveries were scheduled to arrive while her husband was at work, allowing her to discreetly stash everything in the attic.

As the door clicked shut behind James on his way to the lab, the packages arrived. Lilly swiftly moved the supplies to the attic, ensuring no trace remained for her husband to discover.

That night, after James had drifted to sleep, Lilly placed a speaker in the bedroom, playing a subtle hypnotic track designed to unlock his subconscious desires. She returned to her office, allowing the audio to work its magic. When the track finished, she repeated the process, solidifying the hypnotic suggestions. Satisfied, she climbed back into bed, noticing with a thrill that James had already wet the bed, a testament to the effectiveness of her plan.

The next morning, Lilly awoke to find the bed even more soaked. She shook James awake urgently.

“Get up! Get up, Harry!” she exclaimed.

James stirred, groggy and disoriented, a strange wetness clinging to his groin. He threw back the covers, revealing the damp sheets and an overwhelming urge to relieve his bladder. Lilly’s plan was unfolding perfectly. Soon, her husband would be her baby.

“Oh no! What have I done? I need to pee!” Harry exclaimed, scrambling out of bed. But he only made it to the bedroom door, his bladder releasing in a helpless flood. Lilly watched with a secret satisfaction, the growing puddle confirming the success of her hypnosis.

While Harry cleaned up in the bathroom, mortified, Lilly efficiently stripped the bed and tossed the soiled linens into the washing machine. She then busied herself preparing a hearty breakfast, aiming to soothe her husband’s embarrassment.

As Harry emerged, face flushed, Lilly rushed to his side with a concerned expression. “Hey, are you okay?”

“Yeah, I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” he stammered, shame evident in his voice. “I can’t believe I wet the bed and couldn’t even make it to the bathroom. Maybe it’s the stress from the infertility letter… I know how much having a baby girl meant to you. I’m so sorry.”

Lilly’s voice dripped with false sympathy. “Baby, it’s okay. We’ll figure something out together.” She knew their future together would be quite different than he imagined.

“If it happens again tonight, or if you have any accidents today, we should see the GP as soon as possible,” she suggested. “I can’t keep washing all these clothes with everything else I do around here.” Her words subtly hinted at a medical solution, planting the seed for her ultimate plan.

“Sure, honey,” Harry agreed, though his voice was heavy with embarrassment. “It’s for the best. If it happens again, I’ll call you and we’ll go see the doctor. I just hope it’s stress-related.”

Chapter 3: The Doctor’s Rule

At work, Harry was engrossed in his tasks when a sudden and intense urge to urinate struck. He bolted for the men’s room, but not before a warm flood soaked his trousers. Thankfully, he reached the bathroom completely unseen.

Mortified, Harry called Lilly, asking her to rush to his workplace with a fresh pair of pants. While waiting, he hastily put a jacket around his waist and ran out the bathroom and wrote an “Out of Order” sign and taped it to the bathroom door, hoping to avoid any awkward encounters. He then texted Lilly his exact location and anxiously perched on the toilet seat, damp pants clinging to his skin.

Twenty minutes later, an increasingly irritated Harry was relieved to see Lilly arrive. She handed him a change of clothes, which included a pull-up diaper instead of underwear.

“Erm, what is this? Where’s my underwear?” Harry questioned, bewildered.

“I picked these up from the pharmacy,” Lilly explained. “You need some protection, Harry. You’ve already had three accidents today. Don’t you think it’s a good idea?”

“Y-yeah, I guess…” Harry mumbled, reluctantly pulling the diaper up his legs.

“Hey, that’s on the wrong way,” Lilly chuckled, quickly adjusting the diaper. “There we go!” She patted his now diapered bottom, a sly smile playing on her lips.

Harry’s face reddened with embarrassment as he hastily dressed in the fresh clothes. “Are we going to the doctor now?” he asked.

“Yes, I booked an appointment on the way here,” Lilly confirmed. “I’ll wait for you in the car.”

She left with his wet clothes, and soon Harry followed, removing the “Out of Order” sign. He collected his belongings, explained his situation to his boss, and clocked out for the day.

The car ride was silent, but at one point, Lilly was sure she heard the faint sound of Harry wetting himself again.

Upon arrival at the doctor’s office, they were quickly ushered in to see the GP. Lilly explained Harry’s recent accidents, and the doctor performed various tests but found no physical cause. The GP advised Harry to reach out if his condition worsened or improved, and strongly recommended adult diapers instead of pull-ups for better protection.

Lilly’s eyes gleamed with excitement. This was the perfect opportunity to advance her plan. The doctor’s recommendation would make it easier to transition Harry into full-time diaper use, paving the way for her next phase of hypnotic regression.

Chapter 4: Getting Diapered

“Harry, you heard the doctor,” Lilly chided, her voice a mix of authority and playful persuasion. “He firmly recommended diapers. So get over here, I can’t deal with wet sheets every morning. I know it’s tough, but we’ll keep track, and if you stay dry for five days straight, you can go back to regular underwear.” She paused, then added the clincher: “Plus, you’ll be like the baby I never had.”

Harry reluctantly lay down on a changing mat. Lilly pulled down his pants, revealing a soaked pull-up that had leaked onto his clothes. “Wow, you really filled this up, Harry! It even leaked. See? Diapers are a better idea.”

She ripped off the pull-up, revealing his flushed skin. With gentle care, she wiped him clean with baby wipes.

Harry watched as Lilly opened a package of adult diapers. He knew what was coming and braced himself.

She unfolded a diaper, instructing him to lift his bottom. With practiced hands, she slid the diaper beneath him, then dusted his skin with baby powder, her touch lingering on his sensitive areas. Heat coursed through Harry’s body as Lilly’s fingers danced over him, moving faster and faster until he released a shuddering gasp, his warm cum landed on his crotch and the diaper.

Lilly quickly fastened the diaper, a triumphant smile on her face. She believed this was where his cum belonged now, trapped in the diaper for the night. She had successfully linked pleasure with diaper changes, setting the stage for future regressions.

That night, after Harry fell asleep, Lilly initiated the first hypnosis session, retreating to her office before playing the second and third tracks. Satisfied, she crawled into bed beside her husband, the scent of his diaper filling the air. Her baby boy was all hers.

Chapter 5: Hypnosis Results

The next morning, Lilly awoke to an unpleasant odor. She nudged Harry awake, calling his name insistently. He finally opened his eyes, bleary and confused.

“Harry, you’ve wet and soiled yourself,” she announced, her voice stern. “Get up now.”

Harry’s eyes widened as he realized the state of his diaper. He scrambled to his feet, desperate to reach the bathroom, but Lilly blocked his path.

“Hey! I’ll take care of you. Lie down on the changing mat.”

Harry hesitated, then obeyed, feeling a strange mixture of shame and relief. As he lay down, his bowels and bladder released again, filling the diaper to capacity. The excess moisture began to leak, forcing him to stand up.

Lilly quickly removed the soiled diaper and cleaned him with gentle, practiced hands. “Look what I have for you, sissy,” she cooed, holding up a pink diaper with the word “Baby” emblazoned on the front. “And I got you this pretty pink chastity cage so you can’t touch yourself through your cute little diaper. Now lie down and let me put these on you like a good little girl.”

To Lilly’s surprise, Harry complied without resistance. The hypnosis worked. He lay down on the mat, accepting this new reality as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Lilly took the pink chastity cage and fastened it securely around his genitals, making them appear even smaller. She then taped the pink diaper in place, ensuring a snug fit.

“Stand up, sweetie,” she instructed, a hint of triumph in her voice.

She then tested more of the training and spanked his bottom once then she saw his cock twitch in the chastity through the diaper.

“Okay, I need you to lay down on the bed.” He obliged and led down, then she tied him to the bed in just his pink diaper and applied vibrators to his diaper and chastity cage and started playing hypnosis that would make him horny all the time and that would make him beg to cum and to eat cum and much more.”

Lilly left Harry alone, the hypnotic audio playing on a loop for two hours. When she returned, she found him drenched in sweat, his eyes heavy with exhaustion. The room held a distinct odor.

“Hello, little girl,” she cooed, a wicked smile playing on her lips as she glanced at the heavily soiled cummy diaper.

He gave a mumble, “Hello Mummy.” Lilly felt her heart gleam at the adorableness. She began rubbing his diaper.

“Did the baby have a good time?” she asked as she continued the rubbing.

“Y-yeah… it was good.” Harry said mumbling again.

“Good baby. Now, I’m going to untie you and I want you to take off your diaper while mummy records you and I want you to eat all your sticky, yummy and delicious cummies from your pissy diaper. Got it?” She said demandingly.

“Y-yeah,” Harry replied almost excitedly as she undid the bondage ropes from his arms and then his legs. She started to record him taking off his diapers and then he spread the diaper out infront of him and got to work licking out his cum from the diaper all on camera.

Before Lilly came in she had put a strap-on on under her clothes. The strap-on could hold fake cum inside of it, so if Harry managed to please it enough, he’d get a gift. Lilly got Harry’s attention and she started to take off her pants revealing the strap-on to Harry.

“Be a good girl and start sucking.” She said to Harry and he got on to his hands and knees and started sucking on her cock and she began forcing him to go deeper by pushing his down on it until eventually then came the fake cum shooting down Harry’s throat.

Now that this is done, this will cut all libido from Harry because any libido he could ever produce was now gone. The hypnosis made it so if a cock over came in Harry’s mouth, he’d experience all out libido madness making it so he’d never feel the urge to have any sexual fun ever again. Now, he is a full baby girl for Lilly, well until the surgery happens.

The End.

This was just a quick unplanned story from the top of my head. If you enjoyed it let me know and I’ll write more like this.