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paddedlittleparadise: “Wha-? No, no-no-no-no- This can’t be- You can’t be ser-”But Lindsey merely smiled and pressed a maternal hand ever more firmly into her sputtering roommate’s amply padded crotch. “Well, would you look at that!” she observed mildly, her fingers stroking gently at the yielding plastic that was even now warming and swelling under her touch. “Looks like someone couldn’t quite hold it, could they?”“Lindseyyyy!!” Mae wailed, panic sending her voice up an octave. “Help- Please, I don’t know what’s happening, I can’t help it, please…” “Oh, of course you can’t help it, sweetie!” Lindsey cooed, patting her friend’s now-visibly wet diaper. “But nobody’s making you do anything, honey. I guess my baby must want this more than we thought, hmm?”Mae blinked back the sudden tears of humiliation that stung her eyes. She’d never dreamed something like this could happen. Oh, sure, it had started as a great joke this semester. She was unusually petite for her nineteen years - obviously - and, well, with Lindsey being so curvy and tall and obviously mature, it hadn’t taken more than a week before the other girls in the dorm were jokingly referring to them as “Mama” Lindsey and “Baby” Mae.Sure, they’d played into it a bit. After all, who doesn’t want popularity, even if it is through something so stupid? But before either realized it, they’d actually found the titles becoming uncannily accurate. Lindsey had been a babysitter for years, and she did have the sensible maturity of someone twenty years her elder. As for Mae… Well, as the youngest of her family she did like having someone make her bed for her and remind her to brush her teeth…Then Lindsey had stumbled across those hypnotic regression files. And being perhaps more curious than wise, she’d decided - unbeknownst to Mae, of course - to pipe the seductive audio tracks into her roommate’s unsuspecting ears every night. As “relaxation,” naturally.Lindsey smiled down now, both astonished and delighted to see just how effective two months of hypnotic training had been. She’d wondered, and she’d speculated. She’d contrived to get Mae to come home with her for the holiday. She’d even “jokingly” brought her here - to the special-needs room she’d set up last year, back when she was caring for one of her handicapped neighbors…“Hey, I dare you to let me put one of those on you,” she’d teased, pointing casually at the stack of adult diapers still stored demurely under the oversized changing table. “Or is wittle Baby Mae too scared?”Mae had not been too scared. And so it was that, as the final tape pulled the padding tight around the nervously giggling young woman’s frame, Lindsey leaned close and enunciated the magical trigger.“Chiaroscuro.”So now, as Mae blinked tearfully up at her, her fresh diaper already swelling with the first of what would become many uncontrollable accidents, Lindsey laughed softly. “Oh, such a sweetie baby! Don’t worry - if you really love being a real little diaper baby so much, then that’s okay. I love taking care of cute little girls who can’t control themselves…”The best part? Lindsey knew that little Mae dreamed of majoring in art. And thanks to that trigger word, Lindsey couldn’t wait to see just how many puddles the petite girl would leave behind as she pursued her studies next semester…Image Credit: ABDreams.comPlease don’t remove my caption or accreditation! If you do, may all the best Cyber Monday deals be gone before you get to them. -- source link