All Your Dreams

Art is by LazyBlazy who might be my new favorite artist, oh my stars!

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You had been asking for months.  Selena was adamant.  Diapers were for babies, she said.  But you'd been fantasizing about it for as long as you could remember.  A girl on her hands and knees, filling her diaper... finally, she offered you a trade.  One evening, you would take her out for a romantic night out.  When you got home, she would try one on.  And to your surprise... well, she actually sort of liked it!

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You couldn't believe how cute she looked, you couldn't believe how everything had come together, how she'd dyed her hair blonde for you after her favorite model on tumblr, how she'd picked out socks that matched the onesie you wanted for her to wear. It had been weeks of work, but it felt like it was all happening so quickly. So delightfully. It was hard for you to look at her with her little bitten lip and her shy playful blush without wanting to pin her down and ravish her. And you didn't even have her in her Date Diaper yet!

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Date Nights were weekly.  Every Thursday, after work, you would take Selena out to a movie or dinner or dancing.  And when the two of you got home, you slid up her dress and taped the thick padding around her hips.  She couldn't even close her legs, the poor girl.  But that would make rubbing her diaper so much harder.

One week, three months later, you called home in the afternoon.

"I'm sorry hun, I have to work late... Yeah, I know it's date night... I know, I know.  I guess... we'll have to wait until next week."

You had never felt so dejected.

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You should have known something was up when you got home early in the AM hours and found the apartment scented thickly with pumpkin spice and chai vanilla candles - you'd never have had that combination here of your own volition; not that you were repulsed, but that was the flavor palette of one Miss Selena Miles. Had she let herself in? You couldn't see her. You found your way through your darkened living room, following flickering lights from your bedroom, where you found the pretty girl on her hands and knees on the floor; a yoga mat down beneath her knees and her gorgeous features lit up by candlelight.

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She was wearing that cute pink onesie you bought her, with the yellow trim.  Her ass was fluffed out by a diaper, no doubt.  The perfect sight to come home to after a long day at work.  But as you approached, you saw the smile on her face fade into a grimace as she pushed.  You watched the seat of her onesie expand and a heavy plop fell into her diaper.  Immediately, the buttons on the tight onesie snapped and spun across the room as her loaded diaper sagged onto the yoga mat.  Your heart raced.

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It was like something out of a story, something so fantastic and fanciful; the one her diaper bulged and pushed all in one solid motion, one smooth breaking open of the snaps, you were almost sure you'd never seen a girl mess so perfectly and certainly certain that you'd never see it again. It was enough to drive your arousal from a six to a sixty in one delightful moment, and the scent of her action mixed with the smell of pumpkin spice candles, the sound of her giggles played percussion to the bass beat of your heartbeat. Selena was yours, she couldn't be anybody else's now, and you had to have her. 

And before you knew it, upon her was exactly where you were.