Diaper

Lauren looked puzzled at the small square that Jessie held up. It seemed to be made of plastic instead of fabric. It was white and decorated with little pink flowers and unicorns. It almost looked like the smirking Jessie was holding up…

“W-wait. Is that a…a…?” Lauren asked, feeling her stomach drop as she began to back away into Jessie’s living room.

“A diaper?” Jessie finished, smirking evilly. “Why, yes it is. For the next two weeks you get to be my precious little bundle of joy! Isn’t that great?!”

“No it is not great!” Lauren snapped. “I am NOT wearing a diaper!”

“And just who said that you had a choice in the matter?” Jessie asked, ominously. Suddenly, she grabbed Lauren by her shoulders and pushed her on to the couch.

Jessie then grabbed Lauren’s ankles and lifted her legs and butt into the air, causing the little woman to let out a squeal. Jessie then placed the diaper under Lauren and laid her back down onto the diaper. After slapping Lauren’s hand away from her lower half, Jessie proceeded to fold the front half of the garment over her front half. After securing the sides of the garment with two large safety pins, Jessie stepped back to admire her handiwork.

Lauren looked down at herself in shock. She was wearing a diaper! And not just a diaper, but a baby diaper! And what humiliated her the most was that the infantile garment was only a little bit snug on her, otherwise it fit perfectly!

“Excellent.” Jessie said, looking down at Lauren with a cruel smirk. “Time for phase two.”

Lauren gulped nervously. “Phase two?” she asked.