![]() "Morning Rosie! Glad to see you got this far without need for my input. Right on cue, Rosie heard that familiar voice speaking to her from the directional speaker in her earring. At least it was something like 5:30am, so nobody else should be about yet. And yet she suspected that's exactly where she was about to be sent. The lack of shoes further emphasised how much this was not an outdoors outfit. Her diapered bottom looked ridiculous in the pink plastic pants, and of course it rustled loudly as she moved. Once donned, Rosie looked much like you might suspect - the tiny white shirt stretched lewdly across her chest, making every contour of her breasts visible, including her nipples which were rock hard in anticipation, much against her will. When Rosie removed this she found that underneath on the same hanger was a pink diaper cover with a rocking horse pattern made of noisy plastic, and a pair of white socks. ![]() On the hanger was a stretchy white T-shirt, probably at least a couple of sizes too small for her, which had the phrase "Please check me, I'm probably wet" written on the front in cursive pink letters. Evidently this was what she was being instructed to wear today. Upon opening her pink princess wardrobe she discovered that one of the hangers was sparkling brightly thanks to the row of white LEDs embedded in the plastic, blinking on and off in a slow gentle pattern. Once dry she retrieved one of the identical thick Pampers with a wide pink waistband from her chest of drawers and very soon she was powdered, padded, and ready to face the rest of the day. Definitely the work of her new bosses! Rosie reluctantly accepted the fact that her shower time was over, and began to wipe herself with her new soft baby pink towels. An indeterminable amount of time later, the water suddenly turned freezing cold! She leapt out of the cubicle with an undignified shriek. It was a glorious sensation, and Rosie had no intention of leaving that shower until she was forced to. After disposing of the used wet diaper in the provided pink diaper pail, she sauntered over to the shower and relaxed under its hot soothing embrace. Once Rosie had brought herself back from the brink and returned to the land of the sane people not-tempted-to-masturbate-through-their-wet-diaper-in-front-of-rich-perverts, Rosie forced herself onto two feet. It took a significant amount of self control to not begin to touch herself. ![]() When she could see that the front of her Pampers had discoloured, turning visibly soggy, she shivered with arousal. Rosie found herself spreading her legs and biting her lip, in some weird attempt to look sexy while not making it too obvious that she cared how she looked. Now that she was growing accustomed to the whole 'Diaper Games' situation, her exhibitionist streak was rearing its perverted head. There was actually something a little exciting about knowing that her intimate toilet-times were being broadcast to an unknown audience. So the anonymous millionaires were free to continue to ogle as far as she was concerned. She had long since made her peace with her lack of privacy, and nobody she knew (or probably ever would know) would be rich enough to fund such an event and so she was unlikely to bump into any of her fans in real life. Rosie knew that she was still being watched, but she was kind of used to this by this point. She didn't even remember at that moment that her toilet was locked shut - she just elected to use her diaper for convenience and that tingly, fuzzy feeling that comes from the warmth spreading around one's crotch and down behind the butt. Sitting up to avoid leaking, Rosie indulged in a morning tinkle. Almost as if something deep within was reassuring her that this was all meant to be. it felt like everything was going to be okay. Maybe it was the good night's sleep, or maybe this was just herself gradually getting used to not having agency. She felt quite calm, perhaps even serene. She imagined that Aika's dorm had likely suffered identical modifications next door. Rosie woke up at 5am to a 'Barbie Girl' alarm clock in her newly decorated pink room. They will all see the light of day eventually. Only a fool would take anything written here as a reflection of reality or the author's views on morality.Īuthor's note: Diaper Quest has kind of taken over 95% of the time I spend on DL stuff but I am still slowly working on all my stories and on Messages from Mars. Sometimes in fiction, people do bad things. Specific content new to this chapter: Self-degradationĭisclaimer: This is erotic fiction written by adults for adults, and all the characters in the story are adults. ![]()
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