Blissfully unaware that her panties are now diapers

Glynda woke up and walked to the kitchen to prepare some coffee. As the machine hissed, she breathed in the deep smell of dark roast. When it finished, she poured a cup and sauntered over to the to the bathroom.

She breathed in deep and smelled the rich dark taste of the coffee. Followed by the smell of piss and shit.

Standing in the mirror she parted her silky nightgown and showed off a stained messy diaper. Her aura had been boosted extremely, however, it manipulated all around her. The gem normalized Glynda being an incontinent diaper girl, both to her and all others. Glynda felt no shame or discomfort. She never could use the toilet. As far as she was concerned, she had tried but failed. The people around her just accepted it and she would continue to wear diapers.

Suddenly, Glynda's stomach began to gurgle and she pushed out another large mess and began to wet herself. She used to change herself first thing in the morning, but coffee always made her go as soon as she drank. Sure she could just not drink coffee, but how else could she wake up? And she already wore her toilet around her legs. She thought about how convenient it would be to be able to hold it and use a toilet like a big girl, but accepted she just couldn't. Finishing her coffee she walked into the attached closet and grabbed her diaper bag purse. She opened it up and it was empty. Of course it would be, she went through so many diapers a day.

She walked over to her diaper drawer, formally her panty drawer, and began to stock diapers into the bag. She used to count how many she needed, but she always ran out and would need to spend a good portion of the day in a dirty diaper. Of course, there was nothing she could do, so she would stuff as many as she could. After filling her purse up she grabbed a final pair of diapers and walked back to the bathroom.

She carefully removed the tapes and made sure not to make a mess on the floor. She carefully wiped herself up with some baby wipes, which she had crudely renamed to Glynda wipes. A black marker struck though the word baby and the name Glynda neatly written above it. Glynda needed the wipes yes, but she was certainly not a baby. She wrapped her used diaper up and tossed it into her diaper pail, which she had also decorated with mean but accurate phrases such as Glynda's treasures. After a quick shower and a liberal application of baby powder she wrapped herself up in a fresh diaper. So soft and safe, her pussy began to quiver. She had also developed a sexual taste for diapers, which was also accepted by society. She looked at her image and saw herself in a unique diaper.