The world of women in diapers

I don’t know it yet, but I’ve been transported into a world made up entirely of young, beautiful and cute women. In this world, all the women wear large nappies and are completely incontinent, and have a total and powerful fetish for diapers. What’s more, they’re lesbians, totally open to each other’s fantasies, and have a strong sex drive. There are no taboos, anything is allowed, and everything is organised so that everyone can live out their sexual fantasies. In this world, each person has one of two roles: either they are a stallion (who plays the role of a man in our world) or a mare (who plays the role of a woman in our world).

I wake up in the little flat where I’m staying because I was looking for a job – my first job in the big city (I’d been staying with my parents over the holidays). It’s not much to look at.

The first thing I notice is that I’m wearing a really thick blue diaper. It feels comfortable, and I feel good in it – a sense of security and softness. I try to take it off or slip my hand inside, but it’s impossible: it’s as if it’s been magically sealed shut. As I also have a fetish for diapers, I love the idea of being incontinent and going about my business while wearing really thick diapers, so I’m staying calm for now. My head is buzzing with ideas and fantasies as I anticipate what this world has in store for me...

I slip on a bathrobe and go to make myself a coffee. After that, I think it would be nice to go out and have a look at this world I’ve ended up in, so I head over to my chest of drawers and look for some clothes. There aren’t many, so I put on a pair of pants, but because of my diaper, they’re very tight and I’m struggling to walk properly.

I’m leaving my apartment. As I walk down the stairs, I can’t help but notice the rustling and creaking of my thick nappy. Simply walking around the street at random, I can see lots of attractive women, all wearing diapers under outfits that don’t completely conceal them. For example, they might wear loose-fitting woman pants that hint at the thickness underneath, or skirts of varying lengths, some with classy long skirts, and some wearing short skirts. The way several of them walk seems strange, as if their nappies were full… Finally, I get the impression that the average breast size in this world is particularly large, and many of these attractive women have a generous cleavage. I linger for a few moments to take in the sight. Then I walk further down the street, knowing that everything’s fine, that I don’t need to worry and that I’m not ashamed of wearing a nappy