I can remember exactly when it took control for the first time. My kink. It was late on a Saturday night, and Larry, my husband, was on the computer, downstairs, working. I was up in bed, alone as usual. We’d been having marital troubles for quite a while, and I missed him so much in the evenings that it was horrible. I’d have these crazy dreams. When we’d first started going out with each other, our evenings together had been full of passion and lust, we’d experimented and grown confident around each other.

It hadn’t lasted though, of course. Just like every other couple in history, as soon as we got married, the passion just, died away. It was partly my fault. Ever since I can remember, I’ve had this secret desire. My kink, I call it. I don’t know where it comes from, or why I have it, but sometimes, it’s all I can think of. It’s something that my partner couldn’t understand, and I didn’t want to put him through it anyway.

You see, I wanted to be young, and innocent, and free. I wanted to have someone look after me, someone to dress me as a little girl, someone to put me into diapers. More than that, I wanted to wear the diapers out of the house. I wanted to go somewhere, safely tucked into my diaper, and then I wanted to go potty. In public.

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Shelley has a secret. She's always dreamed of wearing diapers and being made to regress by someone who cares about her. The trouble is, her husband treats her like he's not interested in her. Soon, she decides to take matters into her own hands!

Unfortunately for Shelley though, her dream of 'going' in front of someone might come true a bit quicker than she'd planned! This Diaper Experiment is getting out of hand, fast!

This story deals with strong ABDL themes including a grown woman wearing diapers, wetting and other explicit content. Reader discretion is advised. Strictly for adults only!