A Life of Orgies in Diapers

Our big orgy began. Everyone is getting it on right here, right now, rubbing their diapers over and over against each other’s, moving from partner to partner. As soon as we want to take a break, we go to the table to drink wine or eat petits fours, pretending to be civilized just for foreplay, but very quickly, hands slip under each other’s dresses ; and once again the excitement make us kiss then fuck other.

Meanwhile, we don’t even pay attention anymore to the fact that we’re peeing and pooping nonstop. The entity inside me is taking as much control as it can of my harem, making us pee and poop constantly, using his magic to fill our guts again after each pee or poo, as if its power extends to the others through my connection with them. Little by little, our diaper grow bigger and bigger, as if by magic they were able to stretch out to infinity, until our dresses, too, tear apart, leaving our bodies exposed for all to see. Even my voluminous wedding dress eventually became too tight to accommodate my diaper. Most of us can no longer stand up, so we crawl on all fours to the next partner, or to the remaining bottle of wine.

Every time I went up to my mum – to kiss her, to grab her roughly, or to rape her current partner – I realised that her breasts, which had grown enormously over the past few weeks, were producing milk, almost constantly. As for Pauline, she loves to alternate between behaving like a bitch in heat with other women and being dominant with me, using accessories such as whips or riding crops.

The evening finally came to an end, and we fell asleep with our arms wrapped around each other. We’ll have Jessica change all of us tomorrow morning, and just for fun, I forbid her from changing her own diaper for the rest of the weekend. She struggled to get into the car and drive us home, as her white nappy was so bulky that she could no longer fit into the driver’s seat without it restricting her movements.

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A few years later, I was able to carry out my plan, and we now live in a large house, away from prying eyes, with my harem—which has grown to include 12 beautiful women, including 2 mothers who tenderly care for my harem, 5 women I’ve married and with whom I spend wonderful days, and several slaves who attend to all our needs. I spend all my time within the confines of my home, especially in the nursery, making love over and over again, reaching orgasm dozens of times a day, sleeping, drinking from my moms’ breasts, and in the pool.

This life of continuous orgasms has made me forget my past, and I live only for this now. I ask to be changed less and less, and so my diaper gets thicker and thicker. Little by little, my consciousness fades, and I become one with my big, full diaper, rubbing diaper against diaper with my sweethearts.

The end ?

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I had made sure to cover all our tracks to avoid any trouble, so no one bothered us for years, but inevitably, investigators came to my home because we hadn't been heard from in several years. When they managed to get inside—since no one answered—they found an empty house, full of dust, with only a dozen large, colorful diapers, including a huge blue one in the center of the bedroom.

They couldn’t really figure out what had happened, and the house was quickly put up for auction. The diapers were thrown away, but they weren’t able to destroy them and didn’t give them any further thought. So, they ended up spread out all over the region.

A few years later, two hikers, Thomas and Mary, found two enormous colorful diapers by the side of a path—one blue and one pink. Without knowing why, driven by a strange impulse, they picked them up and took them home. Then they couldn’t help but put them on. And suddenly, their bodies transformed as voices awoke in their minds. A new cycle of depravity begins!