Trouble

It was Saturday, and Laura decided to stay home, make herself some drinks and dance around in her diaper.

The **** made her have to pee, and she stood still and enjoyed the feel of her hot urine filling the diaper, she loved it so much, it made her orgasm. After she was done, she lay on a beach towel in her room and changed herself, using baby wipes and baby powder she kept hidden in a locked closet.

She put on another diaper, this one pink and much bulkier and put the soiled one in a plastic grocery bag, tied it tightly and shoved it into her trash. She drank more ****. She was pretty tipsy when there was a knock on her door. She used her doorbell camera app to see a delivery had been left on her front step. "Yay!" she said as she knew it was another shipment of big, bulky fetish diapers.

She went out to get her box, but stripped over her welcome mat and stumbled. She had meant to keep the door ajar with her foot, but it closed behind her and locked. Now she was locked outside wearing only a tiny t-shirt and a big bulky pink fetish diaper.