Sam's Fantasy

Sam’s Fantasy

This is a work of fiction. All characters are invented. Any resemblance to any real person is coincidental and unintended.

This story depicts a spanking relationship between adult characters. It also depicts the use of adult diapers. It should not be read by anyone distressed by or unwilling to read such content. This story, while not sexually explicit, is intended for an adult audience.

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Samantha had had the whole day off. First she went and got her nails done. Then she took herself out to lunch at her favorite place. She sat by herself and read her book. Then in the afternoon she planned on surfing the net. She loved having a day to herself. When she got home, she looked at the clock. It was only 2:30. Mitch wouldn’t be home for about 4 hours. She was nervous as she climbed the stairs to her bedroom. She got down on the floor and peeked under the bed. Then she pulled the box out and looked at it. She still couldn’t believe she had done it; bought diapers in her size off the internet.

Samantha took one diaper out of the box, and then pushed the box way back under the bed. She would die of embarrassment if Mitch found them. She ran her hand along the diaper and felt it. She put it up against her face and felt the softness. She couldn’t wait to feel it on her backside. This was something she had dreamt and thought about for many years; a side of her that she had never shared with Mitch, or with anyone for that matter.

Samantha stood and slipped her shoes off, then her socks. She unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans and slowly pushed them down too. She stepped out of them, but picked them up and folded them neatly, placing them on the bed. She pulled off her t-shirt and her bra, as well. Samantha walked over and looked at her naked body in the mirror. She had a pretty good figure for someone of her age. She hadn’t born any children yet, and she tried not to eat too many brownies or real ice cream. Her breasts were large, but not humongous. She looked like a fine, grownup woman. That was about to change.

Samantha picked up the diaper again from where she had put it on the bed. She opened up the Velcro and put it around her. It was hard to put a diaper on yourself standing up. Samantha tried again laying down and found that this worked much better. She stood up then and looked into the mirror again. Now she just looked silly. She looked like one of those adult babies she had read about on the internet. She giggled when she looked at herself in the diaper. For a minute, she almost pulled the diaper off; she felt ridiculous. But then she remembered why she wanted it. She did like the way it felt against her.

Walking downstairs in just the diaper, Samantha felt suddenly very young. She was glad none of the neighbors would be home at that time of the day, even though she had already made sure the curtains were adjusted, so that no one could possibly see in. Samantha went into the kitchen and poured herself a large glass of diet Pepsi. She drank the whole thing down in about 4 sips. She didn’t realize how thirsty she was. She poured herself a second glass and drank it down. She would have to pee 7 times at least just from the first glass. Good thing she had a diaper. Then Samantha filled her water bottle and brought it with her into the den, and sat at the computer.

After booting up the computer, Samantha realized she had to pee already. She didn’t want to do it yet, so she held it as long as she could. She checked her work email first; answered a few important emails. Then she checked her home email; the feeling was getting stronger, but still she waited. After reading through all her forwards, and answering a few personal emails, Samantha let it go. She peed for at least two minutes straight.

She couldn’t describe the feeling; it was amazing! The warm urine filled the diaper and was against her skin; she felt warmer even though she was sitting there in just a diaper. She continued to sip at her water bottle as she surfed the internet. She peed a couple more times, but then felt very soggy and wet. She thought maybe she should go change.

Samantha walked up the stairs; she liked the feeling of the sagging diaper. She went into the bathroom, pulled off the sopping wet item and disposed of it into a CVS bag she had brought up with her. She would have to find a way to throw these things away in the garbage outside without Mitch finding out. She wasn’t sure what he would say or do if he discovered her secret.

Samantha lay on the bed and secured another diaper. She went back downstairs to the computer, but first she slipped on a t-shirt. The air conditioning was on in the house and she was a little cold. Plus walking around without a bra on, made her feel weird. They were flopping all over and it was a little uncomfortable.

Samantha took her place at the computer and searched the internet. She peed a few times into the diaper, and was just thinking about changing again, when she realized she needed to poop. She looked up at the clock. It was 4:15. She still had two hours before Mitch would be home. Should she actually poop into the diaper? It would be a big mess to clean up. But she could give herself a bath; ooh a bubble bath afterwards. That would be the perfect end to a perfect day. She wanted to try it but she felt a little silly, and a little scared, if truth be told. This must not be normal behavior, she thought to herself, as she typed in ‘messing diapers’ in the search engine.

As she saw a million websites pop up, Samantha realized she could not hold it another minute. She lifted herself up a little and squeezed. The poop started to fill the diaper. Oh my god! Samantha loved the feel of it. She didn’t know what to make of it; this was something she would need to do again and again.

After filling the diaper, Samantha sat back down. She let the poop smoosh up against her bottom, as she wriggled around on the chair. Wow, this was going to be quite the mess, she knew, but she just couldn’t stop herself. She wanted to wait as long as possible before she changed, but after a bit, the smell was getting to her.

Reluctantly Samantha went upstairs to change and get into the bath. She went into the bathroom and ran the water, carefully measuring out just the right amount of soap bubbles. She leaned down and started to unfasten the Velcro, when the phone rang. It scared Samantha half to death, but she ran to get the phone. She got scared that somehow the person on the other end would know what she was doing.

But come on, that was ridiculous. She didn’t have a video phone. She taped the diaper back up and answered the phone. After listening politely for about a minute, Samantha told the chimney cleaning person that they weren’t interested and hung up the phone.

Her diaper had opened back up while she was on the phone. Samantha held it with one hand and went back into the bathroom. She pulled it off slowly and carefully making sure nothing dropped. That would be a hell of a weird thing to explain to Mitch. Samantha took many baby wipes and cleaned herself up as best she could. Then she put the messy diaper into the CVS bag. She would throw that away after her bath. She then settled into the bubbles and relaxed.

After a while, the water got cold and the bubbles disappeared. Samantha stood up, reached for a towel and dried herself off. This time she put powder into the diaper before securing it around her. She didn’t realize how long she had been in the tub; it was now 5:30, but she wanted one more diaper. She had to pee real badly, so she did, right into the diaper. Ooh, she LOVED that feeling!

Samantha put on her t-shirt, and a baggy pair of shorts, and quickly went outside to put the CVS bag in the trash. She went back inside, put the computer to sleep, washed the dishes, and headed back upstairs. She was really wet again. She wanted to change way before Mitch came home from work.

Samantha didn’t hear the key turn in the lock.

Mitch had gotten out of work early. He wanted to surprise his young wife. He climbed the stairs quietly and went into their bedroom; the door had been left open. “Hello love, I got things cleaned up quick, so I came home early, and,” Mitch stopped. His jaw hung open at the sight of his wife standing in the bedroom, wearing a t-shirt, and what looked like a diaper.

(to be continued…maybe someday)