PART ONE KAREN'S STORY This story is purely fiction, it was inspired by a close friend. But since this story was written, we have gone our separate ways. I hope you enjoy it in the way it was conceived. A while back my younger brother started wetting the bed after about two years of being dry in the morning. He was about four at the time. Well anyhow, looking back on it I guess I became a bit jealous at the attention he got every night. At night mom would powder my brother and put two soft cotton diapers on him. This was followed by a pair of "special" plastic pants. My mom sewed rather well and she made a few pair of plastic pants for him, because he was a little bit big for "baby" type plastic pants. Finally she would help him into his footed jammies. He would then waddle down stairs to have his before- bedtime - snack. I was fascinated by the way his behind looked when the diapers and plastic pants stretched out the seat of his jammies. Well one thing led to another so I had to experiment. I tried on his diapers one time when my parents were out skiing for the weekend and we were with a sitter at our house. I got to wear diapers for nearly a whole day and even overnight! Here's how that first time went; In the morning, before I went down for breakfast, my parents had left the night before, I took what I thought were two diapers and a pair of plastic pants from his room, but there were three diapers! Aw, what the heck, I thought, I'll try the three at one time. I pulled off my pink panties, lay the three diapers out on my bed, lay on top of them and one at a time folded them up between my legs and snapped the two snaps my mom had sewn on each side of each diaper. Then, standing up, I stepped into the plastic pants and pulled them up over the bulky diapers. I rubbed my hands across my now seemingly enormous behind, it felt like a big beach ball, round, plump, and plastic-like. The sitter called again to come down for breakfast, I could not go down like this! Quickly I dug through my dresser for the babydoll pj set my aunt had given me for Christmas. It had a pair of large bloomer type panties and I figured they would cover my newly rounded behind. I slipped on the top first, it had big, billowy, puffed-up short sleeves with elastic on them. The short bodice had thin elastic where the flowing top was gathered. I quickly pulled on the bottoms, turned to look in the mirror on my door. The fullness of the top's skirt would hide the bottoms nearly completely except for a little bit of lace around my legs. As I turned I noticed the back of the top was stuck in the panties, showing off my now seemingly huge flowered behind! Quickly I pulled it out and gave the top a pull downward. The elastic at the bottom of the bodice rubbed against the nipples of my budding titties. That made my nipples tingle. I looked in the mirror again, This would not do. I got the quilted robe my mom made for me from my closet and put it on to help hide my secret. It had long sleeves, a fitted top and flaired out to nearly a full circle skirt from a slightly raised waist. It was floor length and had a zipper all the way up the front. At last I felt my new big behind would be concealed. After breakfast my brother wanted to go outside and play in the snow. So I had a brainstorm, I would go out too! Only I would wear the snowsuit my mom made for me last fall. I figured it would hide my behind. It did. We tobogganed all morning and had only a short break for lunch. After lunch He wanted to build a snow fort on the top of the hill behind our house. We drug the toboggan up the hill and started to make the fort. After a while he announced he had to go to the bathroom. I told him to go behind a tree and do it there. But he couldn't un-do his snowsuit by himself, so I helped him. While he was going, I realized that I had to go too. I then told him that I had to go back to the house because girls couldn't go behind trees like boys. On his insistence we would ride the toboggan down to the house. So we got on the toboggan and flew down the hill, whizzed past the house, out of the driveway, across the road in a shot and became airborne on the other side of the road! That's where not only did we actually fly but I wet myself with the excitement. It was an interesting, warm, wet feeling! But now I had to change so we called it quits for the day and went back inside. I took off the snowsuit as well as my wet diapers, in the laundry, pulled the plastic pants back up and put on a pair of panties on over them, then a pair of pants and a sweater. I was lucky I had not yet taken my laundry up to my room like my mom had told me. I put the wet diapers in with the others my mom had soaking and carried my clothes upstairs to my room . In my room I took off the plastic pants and hid them in a drawer, thinking later I would return them to my brothers room. But I was hooked! Read on and see... Later that evening the baby-sitter, being briefed on the bedtime requirements of my brother, got him ready for bed about an hour earlier than my mom usually does. So he wore his diapers for about two hours before he actually went to bed. In watching him waddle around, I found I wanted to wear them again, or more like I had to! So I went upstairs to take a bath and to get ready for bed myself. I sneaked into his room and pilfered another three diapers, took my bath and powdered myself with the baby powder my mom used on my brother. Then I lay the diapers on the toilet seat lid, sat on them and one at a time snapped them on, then pulled the plastic pants I got earlier and put on my baby-doll pjs. My quilted robe was downstairs in the laundry room so I put on a different robe, and went downstairs for my nightly cup of tea and night time snack. When I was going back upstairs, the baby-sitter was coming down from checking on my brother, we exchanged goodnight hugs and then she discovered my secret by giving me a pat on my behind! "Since when do you wear diapers to bed too?" she asked. I stammered, "For about a month or so, my mom had me wearing them because I had a couple of' accidents." "Oh" I see." She said and again hugged me on the steps and gave my big behind a few love taps! I was so embarrassed! I ran up the rest of the steps, took off the diapers and plastic pants and quietly returned them to my brothers room. My parents came home late that night and the sitter must have told my mom something, because when she came up to check on me, her hand slid under the covers and patted my rump! She knew!!! She never said anything about it until about the week before Easter. That's when she caught me wearing them. All she said was to wait until after church on Sunday. I tried to take them off, right then and there, but she made me keep them on for the night. Things were quiet until Easter morning, I had thought she had forgotten. So I got dressed for church while my brother quickly went to get his Easter basket of candy. I put on a new pair of flowered panties, my new white tights, they seemed a little bit large, but I just thought my mom had made a mistake, no need to get her angry again. Then I put on my new crisp bouffant slip, it had a bra-like top, my titties had grown a lil' bit more since. Then a new frilly light yellow dress and my new white patent leather shoes. After church services we would normally go to Grand-ma's house for dinner on holidays , but we went home first! My mom told me to go to my room. Shortly she was there with a pair of frilly panties in one hand and some diapers and plastic pants in the other! "Take your shoes, tights and panties off!" she said is such a demanding way that I obeyed without question. She put the things on my dresser for a moment to retrieve the baby powder and sat on the edge of my bed. She called me to her, pulled me over her knees and while giving me twenty five slaps across my bare behind said; "Here is the punishment your due!". My behind was red and really hurt! "Lay on the bed." she commanded. "Now pick up your behind." She spread four diapers under me, powdered me and snapped them on. Next she forcefully pulled the plastic pants up on me and helped me with my tights, not too gently either. (So that's why they were large!) Then she had me put on the frilly panties, they were like the kind a baby girl would wear, all lacy ruffles across the behind. While she roughly put my shoes back on she said; "You were sneaking your little brother's diapers to wear, well now you have your own and will wear them all day and night, except when you go to school. If you have to go to the bathroom to pee, just forget it, you'll do it in your diapers!" Well with my sore behind, red and swollen from the spanking and swelled with four diapers on me, I sat still and behaved all day. (I found it difficult to walk with all those bulky diapers between my legs.) I suppressed the urge to pee as long as I could, then asked my mom in a whispered voice if I could please go to the bathroom to pee. All she said was no and to tell her when I was wet. So quietly I went aside, picked up a magazine and decided to let myself go. The feeling of warm urine spreading between my legs and across my bottom was very erotic. I could not stop, it seemed to flow out of me so much and quickly filled my diapers. I sat there for a while, finally I got up and whispered to my mom that I needed changing. She told me to get the bag by her purse and meet her upstairs in the pink bedroom. I did. There she had me lay on the bed. She pulled my ruffled panties and tights down to my knees, then pulled down my plastic pants too. She then took off my wet diapers and lay me across her knees and said I would get twenty slaps on my behind before it would see dry diapers and that I should not cry out or I would get more. I bit my lip at first but later resorted to gritting my teeth. My tears were flowing but I did not cry aloud. She stood me up, put powder on her hand, powdered me and put three diapers on me while I was standing there. Then pulled up the plastic pants, tights and ruffled panties. Next we went to the bathroom, where she had me rinse out my soaked diapers and wring the excess water out of them. She then put them in a plastic bag and put it in the paper bag she had me bring upstairs. She then said; "With pee in your diapers you would get a rash, but you should be wet as further punishment." She then got a glass of warm water and said; "Pull your dress and slip up." and when I did that she pulled the front of my diapers, plastic pants, tights and ruffled panties away from my waist and dumped the whole glass of water into my diapers! The warmth and wetness quickly spread between my legs. "You'll stay like this until we get home in a few hours and you'd better not pee anymore because I don't have any more dry diapers with me." So I went downstairs and sat quietly, in my wet diapers until it was time to go home. At home, my mom took me to my room, changed my diapers and asked if I had rather be wet or dry. I said dry and then we had a long talk about why I wanted to wear diapers. To sum it up, I said that wearing them gave me a sense of security and if I didn't wet them, what was the harm in wearing them. all my mom said was; "Hummm...". So I got braver and told her that the feeling of them across my behind and the bulkiness between my legs felt good. The feelings are kinda like the snowsuit you made for me, it's sorta confining.... like being inside a stuffed animal, or at least my behind is. I told her how well she sewed and asked if she could make me a pair of pjs that would kinda feel like that all over, I would love her for it. Again there was that, "Hummm..." from her but followed by; "That would be cute..... I'll see about it, but still I made diapers and plastic pants for you and your going to wear them to bed every night from now on!" "And I promise not to wet them mom, ok?", I found myself saying. As she left my room she said, "Ok honey you'll grow out of this some day anyhow..." So I stayed in diapers and plastic pants and loved it, especially at bed time when my mom would help me get ready for bed just like she did with my lil' brother. I think she noticed that when given my way with this, I would behave better and help out more around the house. My mom soon made me a blanket sleeper that was styled like a big bunny rabbit. It was padded with layers of cotton and lined with a soft flannel like material, it had a hood, long ears and even a fuzzy tail! It soon became my favorite thing to wear over my diapers and plastic pants to bed. Eventually the stuffing had compressed or thinned out and seeing how I loved it so much, my mom said that soon she would make a new and better sleeper for me. Soon became about a month before Halloween, at that time my mom and I talked over an idea of hers on the new sleeper issue. She had the idea that she would make me a Halloween costume that would later become my new sleeper. We discussed various stuffed animals and finally settled on a teddy bear. Remember this happened years before the "Care Bears". Well she first made a scale model of the costume/sleeper fashioning it over one of my dolls. It seemed that she had tried a few ideas out in her mind before that time and settled on the way to do it before she called me in to be a sort of live mannequin for her. She stood me on two round foam pads, about four inches thick, and gradually built up the costumes stuffing from doughnut shaped pieces of two inch thick foam rubber. Right up to my neck and down both arms! I had to stand perfectly still while she trimmed the pieces to form a nearly smooth outer surface. Then with an ink pen she numbered the pieces and made a matching sketch. Finally she took all the pieces off my body and shooed me out of her sewing room. It seemed that for days she would go into her sewing room at every chance she got to work on the costume. Finally, one evening after supper she helped me get my diapers and plastic pants on much more earlier than normal. This was about a week before the PTA sponsored costume party was to be. She said because it was time for the final fitting of my new costume/sleeper. I was amazed at the sight of the finished costume! It was hanging on a hangar in her sewing room like a giant blue and white teddy bear, but without a face! "Take your old sleeper off honey." she said as she took it off the hangar. "And put your feet into the costumes legs." I was so excited! The legs were like two cylinders, that is they had no real feet, just like a teddy's. It was lined in a soft cotteny material and fit snugly around my feet and legs. "Lean forward and put your arms into the sleeves and pop your head in the hood", she said. I did and before I knew it, she was pulling up zippers on the back of my legs and one down from the back of my neck to my behind to my behind. There she seemed to fumble a bit while fastening on the short tail. (I was to find out later the real reason for the fumbling.) "Come over to the mirror and see how you look", she said. I tried to walk, but the bulk of the costume's legs and the fact I could not put my feet closer together, made me fall over! I could not get up! The bulky arms would not bend enough, so my mom helped me up and to the mirror. "I look just like a giant Teddy!" I exclaimed. "But where are the openings for my hands?" "There are hidden zippers, But don't worry about them now." she replied. "Just wear it for a few hours and see how you like it and practice walking in it." She helped me walk to the TV room and helped me up on the couch. Then we found out that I could not really sit very well in the costume. So I practiced walking in it, if you could call it that. It was more like a waddle. I must have been a sight. I tried to pick up a pillow with my hands sealed into the arms of the costume, that was funny because I barely could bring them close enough together in front of me to touch the ends of my `paws' together! Finally exhausted, I asked my mom to help me take it off. "No, your going to sleep in it tonight." "Huh?" "Yep, I'll help my big teddy bear to her room, put her in bed and make sure she's all cozy for the night. So not a word of protest out of you." And so she had me sleep in the costume that night. It was warm and cuddley and I just loved being a live Teddy Bear. I was looking forward to the party, because, after that I could have it as my new sleeper every night! But more about the party later... *********************************************************************** PART TWO Donna's Story I was about ten or eleven years old when I first started touching myself and sleeping with a pillow between my legs under my nightgown. I don't think my mother ever found out about it, but if she did she would probably attribute it to my budding sexuality. Any how it felt good to fall asleep with something there between my legs. I guess that fact helped me become addicted to wearing diapers. The story you will read is an account of how I was re-introduced to diaper wearing by, of all people, my mom! It all started one September, my mom had asked if I had any ideas for Halloween. I told her not really, but she pushed the issue, stating she wanted to get an early start on making something for me and not wanting to wait for the week before Halloween. I was my usual pain in the neck, come to think of it, I was acting sorta like a baby about it. Maybe that's why she decided to make me into a big baby for Halloween! She made me a costume that I could wear as a PJ set after Halloween. It was a cute pink trimmed babydoll with big ruffled panties. I wondered about them for a while, that is until she had the whole costume finished and had me try it on! Part of the costume was a quilted diaper! She wanted me to wear it in public! Well right then and there I let out with a temper tantrum that made her mad enough to give me one of my infrequent spankings. So naturally I submitted to her whims, gee maybe I could get the measles for Halloween! To get the right effect she had me take a bath and then she gave me a liberal powdering with baby powder, all over my body. We then went into my room, where she had brought the costume. She had me lay on the bed and then pinned not one but two of those quilted diapers tightly above my hips! (She said it was for effect.) She opened up a package of plastic pants, there were three in the package, remembering my spanking, I didn't protest her helping me on with a pair. Then I tried on the ruffled panties, they did not look as bulky as she wanted them to, so off they came. "Stay Put." was all she said as she left the room. Shortly she returned with a batt of cotton like she used in quilting, unrolled it on my bed and then folded it back over itself twice. Then she had me pull another pair of plastic pants up to my knees. She lay the folded cotton between my legs and helped pull up the plastic pants positioning the cotton stuffing as she went. My behind felt huge! I mentioned this but she remarked that it was to exaggerate the effect of a diaper, to make it more proportional to my larger body. We tried the ruffled panties again, and I walked around the bedroom. The effect of the bulk between my legs made it difficult to walk, but it felt kinda neat, I might like this after all! Another problem, she said I did not rustle enough when I walked. Rustle? I asked, she said my behind should rustle as I walked, The plastic pants should make some noise rubbing against the inside of the panties. She said to wait a minute while she went back into her sewing room and returned with some white nylon netting and some cellophane type plastic. She pulled the panties down to my knees and lay the plastic between my legs with the bunched up nylon netting on top. She pulled it up and positioned the netting and plastic so that it was equally distributed between my legs, in front and behind. Then when I walked around the bedroom, I rustled alright! With every step! Next she had me put on one of my old bouffant slips, only it was different. Fuller because she had used some of the nylon netting to make it fuller and had shortened it too. Then came the babydoll like top. Actually it was a sort of A line dress with short padded puffy sleeves. A pair of knee socks, folded over with pink and white lace trim and new white patent leather shoes soon were on my feet. Finally came a pink and white lace trimmed bonnet that matched the ruffled panties and top. "Oops, I almost forgot.." She said as she rushed out of my bedroom soon to return with a cute bib and a baby bottle! She put the bib on me and had me go into her bedroom to see myself in her full length mirror. I remember distinctly that first time waddling with all that padding between my legs and the seemingly loud rustling of my behind as I tried to walk down the hallway. She handed me the bottle as I stepped in front of the mirror and what I thought. The bottle was full of a warm liquid. I asked about it and she replied with her favorite words that it was for effect. Again she asked about what I thought. "Well," I stammered, not wanting to hurt her feelings, "I sorta look like a big baby girl!" and I did. From the white patent leather shoes with the lace trimmed stockings to an impossibly large looking pair of panties filled with what looked like quite a few diapers, partially covered by the lace trimmed hem of a full A line top that looked like a baby's dress. All topped off with a cute baby bonnet, I looked adorable ! "Honey I want to get a picture of you in your new `outfit' today, because on Halloween we'll be too rushed and we might forget it." I started to protest but was quieted by the stern look she gave me and that my behind might another warming. She found out that she had neither flashbulbs nor film. "Stay dressed until I get back from the store, don't take a thing off. I'll only be gone twenty minutes." she said and grabbed her purse and coat and went downstairs. I heard her close the door and moments afterward heard her start her car. I put the bottle on the dresser in her room and decided to go downstairs myself. Wow, I was beginning to get turned on by the bulky stuffing between my legs ! At the stairs I found out I had to take the steps one at a time with my hand on the railing to prevent myself from falling. Downstairs, with more room to walk around, I found I was reaching new heights of extasy with the diapers rubbing between my legs. Soon a fold of the innermost diaper worked it's way against my budding clitoris and wow!!! I experienced my first real orgasm! My knees were going week, I sat down in an over-stuffed chair. I was dizzy with extasy, and it felt so good! I must have dozed off for only a few minutes but woke up when my mom came in. "Is my big baby girl tired?" she said. "Aw mom..." "Just kidding honey, I couldn't help it, you just look so precious in that new `outfit'. Let's take these pictures and you can get changed. Damn, these are the wrong flashbulbs. I'll be right back." and again she was off before I could say anything. "Well now what?" I said aloud to myself. I went back upstairs, one at a time and with great difficulty, to my bedroom to try and find something to do. Nothing seemed to interest me and when I tried to sit in the chair by my desk, I found I kept sliding off. The added bulk of the diapers and padding made sitting in a straight backed chair nearly impossible. Hummm, I'm thirsty I thought, so I waddled back to the stairs and thought I'm not going down them again. I remembered the bottle and wondered what was inside it. I waddled and rustled back to my mom's bedroom where I left it. I found it in a bottle warmer! My mom must have been home longer than I thought! Well I tried to open it, but it would not open. I tentatively took the nipple into my mouth and tried to suck on it. All I got was air. I decided the only way to get what was inside the bottle, inside of me, was to lay down. so I tried the floor, Too hard. So I awkwardly scrambled up on my mom's bed, but that was almost as hard as the floor. So I slid off her bed and waddled towards my room. On the way that fold of my diaper started doing it's work again on my clitty! I climbed into my softer bed, lay on my belly and with my one hand rubbed the front of my panties to try to force the diapers fold harder against my clitty. Still being thirsty, I propped the bottle on a pillow and sucked greedily as I rocked my body, forcing the diaper hard against the source of this new found pleasure. Soon I again felt that wondrous climb to climaxing and indeed when I did climax, it brought shivers of extasy all over my body. In a little while, my shoes started to hurt my feet. I tried to bend over to loosen the buckles, but found I could not bend far enough to do it. I repositioned myself on my left side, with my right hand rubbing the front of my diapers and my left holding my bottle. I experienced one more mild rush and must have drifted off to a nap. Because I was suddenly awakened by my mom with a flash of her camera. She then told me that she had refilled the bottle for me since I drank it all down I must like it. "But mom...." "No excuses little girl or you'll get that spanking your actions are asking for." O.K., So I posed for her with my stuffed animals and she shot a whole roll of film, reloaded the camera and announced that she could only get one package of flashbulbs so the rest would have to be shot outdoors. I panicked , but the fact our back yard is small and completely enclosed by a tall brick wall and a tall fence gave me some consolation. She took the quilted bedspread from my room, gathered up the larger of my stuffed toys and dolls and told me to follow her. I did, but again I had much difficulty in making it down the stairs. By the time I had caught up with her, she had the quilted bedspread on the lawn with my animals and dolls on it. "Lay down and drink your bottle, it will make for some better pictures." So I lay at first with my head on the belly of a large pink rabbit and drank. She must have put a larger hole in the nipple as the warm milk came out easily. Soon it was empty, I told her about this and it was a mistake. She took it and refilled it again and made me finish it before I could come inside even though she had finished taking photographs. At last it was empty. I got up and waddled and rustled towards the house to be stopped and told that I must take my toys back up to my room one at a time. I questioned this and was answered with a curt reminder of a spanking and that it would be clumsy for me to try and climb the stairs with my hands full. Well it took me the better part of an hour to get all my toys upstairs. Finally I just had to ask her the reason for all this. Her reply was since for the last few weeks I was acting like a baby, I should be treated and dressed like one as punishment , Maybe I would reform after this. But if I didn't, then she would show the pictures she took to all my friends at school. "Gulp... O.K. mom, I promise to be good." "Not enough, young lady, as a reminder you'll stay in that outfit until tomorrow morning when you'll go to school like this never happened, but when you come home, again you'll be dressed like this again until I see proof that your going to be a good girl and not act like a baby." "But...but...but... I gotta go to the bathroom..." "THE BATHROOM!", She exclaimed," YOUR DRESSED LIKE A BABY SO YOU'LL GO IN YOUR DIAPERS LIKE A BABY!!!". I was so scared by her shouting that I wet myself right on the spot and cried. Well she changed me, soothed me and more or less let me play by myself until bedtime when with a final bottle, that I wouldn't dare refuse, she put me to bed. I rolled onto my belly, had some difficulty in getting a fold of my diaper against my clitty, finally did and climaxed again. Soon thereafter I was asleep. Things had established a pattern in my life and were basically quiet until Halloween. We were let out of school early to get ready for the P.T.A. sponsored Halloween party that night. My mom was now normally letting me put on my baby outfit by myself but insisted on helping me get ready tonight. First I had a bubble bath followed by oodles of baby powder. Then she helped me put on a new padded diaper that snapped in three places on each side. Then a pair of plastic pants and another larger padded diaper followed by a pair of large quilted plastic pants that had blue puppies and pink kittens printed on the plastic. She must have made these herself. Then over a pair of white tights she helped me put on a pair of ruffled pettipants that had pink lace all over them. They had that crinkly plastic and the nylon net sewn right into them. Again I put on my bouffant slip and a new dress styled like the one I had been wearing every day at home, only this one was prettier. There were no ruffled stockings nor bonnet, but my mom put my hair in pigtails though. Finally I was ready and my mom drove me to the party. I met my friends there dressed in unusual costumes. Jan was a pumpkin, I mean a BIG pumpkin, from her thighs up to her neck she was a big orange, round pumpkin. I thought that was weird, but a great costume. Nicky and Nicole, the brother and sister in our class who's birthdays were just ten months apart, were dressed as big yellow and black bumble bees. They both wore black tights, had small wings on their backs and had big rounded yellow and black fuzzy bodies. They even had big behinds on there costumes that prevented them from sitting normally in the folding chairs. Interesting point, They both crinkled when they walked. Patty was dressed like the Good Witch from the Wizard of Oz, in a huge hoop skirted gown and a conical hat. She even had a magic wand that lit up on the end! I wasn't sure but she seemed to waddle and crinkle when she walked too! Ann and Andy, the twins in my, class were appropriately dressed as Raggedy Ann and Andy. Their legs and arms were padded so that they looked like real life size rag dolls. They even had red yarn hair. Again I heard that crinkle when they walked and they both sorta walked funny. Bobby was a spaceman, with a silver costume with a helmet. But he crinkled and walked funny too. Karen was there too as a big blue and white teddy bear. Her mom made her costume in such a way that her arms and legs were over a foot in diameter! Her body was big and round, the head of her costume had a hole where her face was the only part showing. I noticed her hands were missing, just like a teddy she hadn't any hands! Upon closer examination I saw a zipper on the ends of her arms. She didn't walk too much but when she did she crinkled! This is really weird, I thought. later on I got a few of my friends together and I found out the truth. But you'll have to wait until the next installment to read about it and what happened after that Halloween... *********************************************************************** PART THREE JANNET'S STORY Hi, I'm Jan, this is my part of the story on how I started to wear diapers and stuffed costumes. It all started when I was about ten years old. It was at that time that I found out how to play with myself, but my mom caught me at it early on. It was late at night and I was in bed, my right hand had found it's way into the bottoms of my baby doll pj's. Beside the bloomer type bottoms of the pj's, I was wearing panties also. My fingers were massaging my budding clitoris to climax when my mom turned on the light! I was caught! I had kicked off the covers so there was no way to hide what I was doing. Right then and there I got a spanking, not to mention a stern warning. The next night I was suprised at the quick response by my mom with a device to prevent me from playing with myself. They were heavily quilted cotton panties. Tight elastic was on the legs and the waist was secured with a drawstring that my mom tied in the back. They worked for about a week, finally I found a way to un-tie the knot, with the excuse that I had to go to the bathroom. Undaunted by her initial failure my mom came up with a new approach, I would wear locking plastic pants and diapers!!! Her first attempt at plastic pants was a pair with a drawstring at the waist. The string was soon replaced with a narrow strip of cloth, run through where the string had been. It had eyelets near it's ends. Through the eyelets she would fasten a small lock. When the plastic pants were locked over the diapers, I could not get my hand inside the waist, nor could I wriggle out of them to reach my clitoris. After a few times waking my mom to un-lock me in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom she finally said; "You have diapers on, just wet them, let's just say it's part of your punishment for what you did." So I did, wet them that is! Later I tried to complain about how having the lock in the small of my back made it difficult to sleep on my back. But no luck, in a few days I had a new pair of locking plastic pants! These had two locks, each just in front of and above the front of my hips. The plastic pants were made of a plastic coated nylon with the plastic on the inside. The leg holes were designed to be just slightly larger than my legs with the rest taken up by elastic to make for a snug fit. The overall style was very blowsy or big, to taper them to my waist they had V shaped cuts below the locks, that would be snapped closed. But what was snapped could be unsnapped!!! I would then slip my hand inside the plastic pants, inside the quilted diapers and still play with myself. You won't believe this but she found about this too. Her next move was to make and have me wear a pair of "over" diapers as she called them. These were sort of a padded panty with a zipper up the back. She made a few of them in various pastel colors an even a few out of printed material. How they were made is like this; a pair of panties, large enough to fit over the quilted cotton diapers, two layers of foam rubber shaped like a panty, and a outer layer of cotton material, the whole thing zipped up my behind. She made a few of them with varring thicknesses of foam sandwiched inside. She also made more of the locking plastic pants, somewhat larger to fit over the new "over" diapers. When I wore the diapers, "over" diapers and plastic pants, the lower part of my body seemed like a ball! But I adapted, I found that while wearing the quilted diapers, the foam filled "over" diapers and locking plastic pants, I was able to lay on a pillow and rock on my belly, this would eventually work a fold of my quilted diapers up against my clitty and I could still climax! Soon I found that I loved to be diapered in this strange way for this reason. I guess that is where it all started, my fixation of being locked in a garment or restraining device that outwardly changed the size and shape of my body and would prevent me from directly stimulating myself with my hands. My mom changed jobs, now she had to work nights from nine P.M. to five A.M. and I forgot to mention that my dad died when I was much younger. So I now had a sitter that slept over five and sometimes six nights a week. My mom would get me ready for bed at about eight P.M., I would go to bed just as she was leaving for work and the sitter came in. Usually I would wear my "Dr. Denton" pj's to bed. This presented the unique opportunity to use my imagination on making my body larger in outward appearances. I would stuff small pillows and some of my stuffed animals into the pj's with me and my padded behind. evidently my mom started to attend exercise classes, because one day I saw her leotards and tights hanging in the laundry room. Hummmm.. I thought, they were larger than my pj's maybe I should try them out for my stuffing fantasies. Well I did try them out and became addicted to them, I found that I could stuff whole bed pillows into them with me! It was neat! it made my body look and feel so huge, I would imagine that not only was I locked into my diapers and plastic pants, but also into the stuffed tards'! That's when I got caught at it. I was trying to stuff into a one piece knit body stocking, of my moms, more than possible. It happened like this, you see my mom got this one piece black knit body stocking that had a turtle neck and a zipper up the back. First I pinned the split crotch closed with safety pins and then put it on, managing to stuff a blanket, (up one leg and down the other), a quilt, (around the trunk of my body), and several bed pillows, (across my behind, in front and between my legs), into it with me. Little did I know while I was pulling up the zipper, it had snagged a piece of the quilt! Well I waddled to my bed, sorta flopped into it, got myself covered and rocked on my belly in this grossly over-stuffed garment to several fantastic orgasms. When I was too tired to come any more, I tried to unzip myself from my self inflicted confinement. The zipper would only go down a few inches! I tried again and again to no avail, finally exhausted I cried myself to sleep to be discovered by my mom in the morning! At first she hollered then laughed and finally just sat down on the edge of my bed and asked what I was trying to prove. Finally through the tears I stammered; "I wondered what it would feel like to be in a sorta big padded thing, like my diaper, all over my body." "And how did you like it?" She said. "I kinda liked it." "How does it feel?" "A kinda secure feeling, like I'm all wrapped up inside a pillow." "And you got stuck, well lets get you out of it." She said and giggled while she helped me take it off. Well I got punished for that and sternly warned not to ever try-on anything of hers again. I thought the incident was closed, but in a few weeks she surprised me with something she had made. She called it a "Pillow Sleeper". It looked like a huge pillow. Which in fact it was, with me as part of the stuffing when it was on me. There was a body shaped compartment inside it, that let my feet and legs, (up to my knees), come out one end, and my head out the other. My arms could either stick out the edges or be put inside there own sleeve like pockets inside the pillow so I could neither pull them out nor touch any other part of my body. It had one zipper, partway up the back, that I could not reach. Over this she had me wear an enormous pillow sham she had made out of a satin-like material. This was a dream come true, I had my much sought after bulky confinement, my diapers and my mom made it for me!!! The extent of my mom's inventiveness was proven when she started discussing Halloween costumes and what she wanted to make for me. She said since I liked being in "plump" costumes she would use this train of thought to make me into a "Pumpkin"!! It took her several weeks and several approaches to arrive at a finalized version of my costume. The costume was made of orange leather-like material with a lining of two inch foam rubber glued to the inside. It had holes for my legs, arms and neck. I stepped into it and she pulled up a zipper on the back. The biggest problem she had was in getting the costume to stay "plump". It wanted to sag so that I was pear shaped. She tried stuffing pillows inside with me, but it became too heavy and sagged worse. Crumbled newspapers did not seemed to work, but after walking in the costume they tended to settle and again I was pear shaped. She even tried to fill the costume with crinolines but they too settled. Finally she found two huge inflatable beach balls. They were about four feet across when inflated, that was lust about the size of my costume, but how was I to get inside the beachball without cutting it. Otherwise how could she inflate it if it had holes for me to get inside it? Well she made another ball shaped liner for the costume with two compartments for the beachballs, one in the front and one in the back. She put the balls into the liner's compartments attached them together with that clear plastic tubing like we had on our aquarium at a "T". About a week before Halloween, we were going to have a sort of dress rehearsal for the P.T.A.'s sponsored Halloween party, so she first diapered me. I protested, but was convinced that even though I had never gone out in my diapers and plastic pants, no-one would see them inside the costume. Besides it would be next to impossible to take the costume off to go to the bathroom. Next she put a pair of orange tights on me right over my well diapered behind. Then an orange long sleeved leotard, followed by the liner that contained the beachballs. Finally she helped me wiggle into the costume and zipped up the back. She started blowing into the piece of tubing that connected to the beach balls. "Mom, why don't you just borrow the air pump from the fish tank and let it blow them up?" I asked. "Good idea." She said, and went to get it. Soon she had it attached to the end of the tubing and had it plugged in. While it was slowly filling up the balls she put a pair of my old shoes, that she had spray painted orange, on my feet and put a hat, made out of foam leaves, spray painted green, on my head. Next the phone rang, she went to answer it and left me to slowly inflate by the air pump. After about ten minutes, the costume was well rounded. I thought of calling to her, but thought better of it. She does not like to be disturbed when she's on the phone. The air pump kept right on pumping and soon I began to feel the pressure. The beach balls were slowly squeezing the breath out of me! What a wonderful feeling of confinement! Finally my mom returned and said; "Sorry, you must be over filled!" And turned off the pump. "I am, sorta, but let me see how it is for a while. O.K.?" She agreed, and left my room. It was neat! I could barely walk around my room so I wanted to go into the living room where there was more room to walk. One problem. I was too big for the doorway! I got stuck! My mom answered my plea for help by trying to pull me through the doorway really getting me stuck! Again the phone rang, as she went to answer it she said to wait right there. No kidding, where was I going? But anyhow I was going to try and get unstuck. I thought I was almost out when I heard the air pump fall off the chair in my room and start up! It was still attached to me and my costume!!! The fact I was stuck in the doorway and the air pump running made me panic a little. I wriggled as the pressure increased. Again a fold of my diaper found its way against my clitty and my panic and wriggling along with the increasing pressure brought me to such a thunderous orgasm that I cried out-loud! My mom came running to see what was the matter and in a panic filled instant pushed me back into my room freeing me from the doorway. As I literally "Bounced" into my room I wet my diapers! It seemed I had lost all control, I couldn't stop the flow! My mom quickly disconnected the air line from the pump and shut it off again. The sound of the air rushing out of the tubing was like a soft whistle. As I half lay or half sat where I bounced, my mom asked if I was alright. All I said was; "Can we do that again?" She started laughing so hard that she got the hic-ups! It seemed forever to get the costume deflated and my mom upon finding out I had wet, just said how right she was about the diapers. On Halloween, She brought my costume the school where the party was to take place and dressed and inflated me in the teachers lounge. Not nearly as much this time though. I was late in getting to the party because of this and the fact I could not walk down the stairs to the hall. (A teacher and my mom literally carried me down them.) At the party the first one I met in the semi-darkened hall was Karen in a Teddy costume. But you'll have to wait to read about the party and the rest of my friends in a later installment.......... *********************************************************************** PART IV PATTY'S STORY Hi, my name is Patty, I guess it's my turn to tell you about my part in the Haloween party I was at with Karen, Donna, Jannet and a few other friends. But first some background about me and diapers. I was wearing diapers for some time before the time my friends were introduced to them. This was not by choice. I had an honest to goodness physical condition that my Doctor said I would grow out of. He came to this conclusion after a lot of testing by specialists at the hospital in the town we used to live in. In a nutshell, at night I would wet the bed. This made things difficult for me, I mean like I couldn't have frends over or go to their houses to sleep if I wet the bed. It could be very embarressing. Sometimes, even durring the day when I would get excited I could not hold it in! That's sorta the reason in part that I always wore full skirted dresses to school, to hide the bulk of the diaper I would be wearing in case of an accident. Sometimes I was gratefull for them too. The other reason I wore the full skirted dresses was because with them I wore petticoats and I love petticoats! In fact I love the feeling of wearing them, it sorta compensates for the embaressment of the diapers and sorta helps me feel more like a big girl and not a baby. With This in mind my mom and I choose what I was to go as to this halloween party. As the Good Witch from the Wizard of Oz I could wear a full skirted gown that would not only hide my diapers but would let me feel pretty. So that's what I was that halloween. Now that you have some background, let me tell you about the party and the sleep over for the weekend that followed. There wasn't a lot of time left for us to be by our selves at the party, with all the games and the contests that were going on. The whole school seemed to be there. But Donna, my best friend and up till tonight the only one who knew about my diapers, pulled me aside. "Patty", she said, "Please don't be upset by the costume I"m wearing." "But I'm not." I told her, she was dressed like a big baby girl! "It was my mom's idea", she continued, " and she gave me a real tough time about wearing it. I sorta mean, because, well you know, your problem and all." She was the only one that knew about my problem and kept the secret very well, after all we were best friends. She also was the only one to sleep over at my house. And she never told a soul. Just then Karen and Jannet came over to where we were talking and Karen wispered something in Donna's ear. Donna then said; "Listen, my mom wanted this costume to be as real as can be, so yes, I am wearing diapers!" That was a scocker, to hear her admit it! She continued, "But why did your moms have you two wear them too?" They explained the difficulty in getting in and out of their costumes and the explination of that it would be more logical to wear diapers and not have to worry about going to the bathroom. That was my cue to pick up my hoop slips and petticoats. I pulled the the elastic waistband of my pantaloons out to show my diaper and plastic pants. Then explained that it too would be impossible for me to fit into the toilet stalls with this wide gown on so that was the reason I was wearing them too. Karen then said something like, "Do you think our moms got together about this beforehand?" We all disagreeded on that issue. We Talked about our costumes and agreed on the fact that even though they were a little bit awkard to wear we still loved being in them. Soon we returned to the party. At the end of the night my mom announced that I would be sleeping over at Donna's house. This was a little bit of a supprise at first, but it seemed like it was going to be ok. fter all Donna did know. My mom went on to explain that we would be stopping home first for some of my bed clothes first. She did have a delicate way of describing my overnight diapers, didn't she? In the mean time, I found out later, Jannet and Karen went with Donna and her mom, they were going to sleep over there too! Donna told me about how her mom tried to put it delicately about my diapers while not mentioning any names. She had Jannet and Karen sitting in the back seat of her car, with their costumes on (they must have taken up the whole back seat!) and Donna in the front beside her when she announced that she knew they all had on diapers. The reason in part she said was that one of you that would be sleeping over wet the bed. so as not to further embarress the one, every one would wear diapers. And they were not to make a big deal about it because she had their mothers permission to give a spanking if necessary. My mom and I had left the party earlier than the others we had picked up my "bed clothes". The package that my mom brought to the car looked rather large. She explained that there were clothes in it for me to wear tomorrow in it also. (Actually there were extra diapers and plastic pants instead of clothes for the next day inside it.) We were waiting in front of Donna's house when they pulled up. I told my mom that I thought it was just going to be me and Donna. She explained that probably the other girls would be picked up later by their parents. Big fib on her part! Any how after all of us got into Donna's house her mother took us one by one into the guest bedroom. Donna was the first to go in. While she was in there we overheard an argument between her and her mother that ended with what could not be mistaken as Donna getting a spanking. Shortly she came out of the bedroom still dressed in her costume! She was pouting and would not say anything, but that did not matter as I was the next to be called into the room. There Donna's mom explained very calmly that she had matching outfits for the rest of us and for the night, at least, we would all wear them. We would also would not be permitted to use the bathroom that night at all! If we had to go we would go in our diapers. Hummmmm. I thought, no real problem, I normally wear diapers to bed at night, but it will be probably be something new and strange to the others. So she changed my slightly wet diapers, I had a lil' bit of an accident at the party, and dressed me in the same fashion as Donna. It was different than the way I would have imagined, First, oodles of baby powder. Then she helped me put on a sort of new padded diaper that snapped in three places on each side. Then a pair of plastic pants and yet another, larger padded diaper followed by a pair of large quilted plastic pants that had a baby-likes printed on the plastic. I thought, she must have made these herself. Then over all this, a pair of white tights. Then she helped me put on a pair of ruffled pettipants that had lace all over them. They had a sort of crinkly plastic sewn inside of them. Then a bouffant party petticoat that had a very short bodice. At last she helped me put on a dress very much like the one Donna was wearing as her costume. I was used to wearing diapers at night, but this was much different, the padded diapers had so much bulk that I had to waddle while I walked. Thinking back on it now I can interpret the feelings of erotica in wearing that outfit. Soon we were all dressed in that big baby type costume. Her mom ushered us into Donna's room with the remark that she was locking the bathroom and if any of us had tried to use it we would be spanked just like Donna was earlier. Well finally the others overcame the shock of wearing such an outfit in the midst of one's friends. At a Halloween party, well that's different, but here at a slumber party, to be dressed as big babies, well it took some time to get over it. We agreed not to tell our friends about this unusual occurrence as the unofficial first order of business. Then we exchanged stories about nearly everything, gently skirting the issue of what we were wearing right now. Finally I could not take it any more. I burst out and told about my wetting the bed and that wearing diapers at bedtime was nothing new to me, but that I was ashamed now, because my friends were forced to wear them too. I burst into crying at this point. Karen was the first to say anything. Then she started to go into more and more detail about wearing diapers herself. Wearing diapers herself!!! I quickly stopped crying to hear all the details of how she at first would sneak her little brothers diapers and wear them herself. She actually wanted to wear diapers! She continued to tell a remarkable story about how she liked the feeling of security of wearing them under her one piece footed sleepers. About how her mom made the teddy costume and made her wear it to bed. She said it felt like a dream and if I wanted she would let me try it on tomorrow. Not to be outdone, Jan opened up too! But her story was more interesting, at least the part of having orgasms. I only read some things about them and felt a few mildly pleasant feelings from time to time when I touched myself down there. She went into great detail about the locking padded panties her mom designed and finally the diapers that would rub her down there. Finally she told about her inflating pumpkin costume and about the pressure when it was over inflated with her inside and the ultimate orgasm she felt for the first time! Donna chimed in with that she found something once that showed pictures and explained what was what down there. It was in a sort of sex manual that she found in one of her mothers drawers. She also told about how a fold of her diaper would sometimes rub her clitty and how she would lay atop a pillow to force the fold tight against herself, rocking to orgasms too. Soon we were all laughing and giggling over our guilty feelings, and stories of our budding sexual self-awareness. It was my first real slumber party. It was wonderful. We all became best of friends that night vowing our secrecy to each other. Finally, I can't remember who, but someone just laughed out-loud that she had wet her diapers. Then the rest of us tried to wet ours too. Soon we all were wet, happy, and content in our knowledge of and our trust in each other about our desires to wear diapers!