As I watched the two other bridesmaids climbing the stairs, clearly oblivious to the fact that they were both wearing thick diapers, I couldn't help but giggle smugly to myself. Those idiots had the audacity to make me wet myself on my first night staying with them at the apartment we've been renting for my friend’s wedding, and today, at one of the most expensive restaurants in the state, I will be pulling off the final stage of my payback.
A blackhat hypnotist is almost too easy to find. It should be a crime, really. Through a contact I met online, not only have I convinced these two bimbos to buy and wear diapers, but I've made them convince themselves that what they are putting on is their most sexy underwear imaginable. Effectively, they have no idea that they look like giant babies.
To make it even better, as soon as we sit down for the meal I’m going to hit them with my trigger phrase, "Do you need a change?" which will lift the fog in their minds and allow the gravity of their situation to sink in. It was similar to the taunts that both of them had been parroting at every opportunity.
That was going to be it, but my online accomplice encouraged me to go further. So, not only will they freak out in the middle of a wedding formal, but at the exact same moment, they will find themselves helplessly pissing themselves. Let’s see if they'll tease me after that.
To make it even better, as soon as we sit down for the meal I’m going to hit them with my trigger phrase, "Do you need a change?" which will lift the fog in their minds and allow the gravity of their situation to sink in. It was similar to the taunts that both of them had been parroting at every opportunity.
That was going to be it, but my online accomplice encouraged me to go further. So, not only will they freak out in the middle of a wedding formal, but at the exact same moment, they will find themselves helplessly pissing themselves. Let’s see if they'll tease me after that.
“Hey!” I called upstairs, making one final adjustment of my own black dress in front of the mirror before taking another glance outside. “Our car is here.”
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We pulled up to a gorgeous country mansion, with acres of open grass forming a green ring around a large courtyard, tables under sun-shades dotted around, encircled by a line of large oak trees. It suddenly dawned on me just how many people would witness their accidents, and I began to doubt myself: This didn't look very funny anymore. I think I've taken it a little too far… I suppose, I can always just avoid triggering them and apart from some strange looks, they’ll be none the wiser.
I mean, I don’t want to ruin the wedding. No: As I stepped out of the car, I made myself promise that, however bad they were, I would not make it worse.
The weather was gorgeous today, and the girls were actually being nice. This is definitely the right choice. To be truly honest, as they began walking ahead of me, I was actually quite relieved when I realised that I couldn't even tell that they were wearing diapers.
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It had been four lovely hours, with wine, great food, interesting people and a fantastic band. I'd found myself talking with Grace, a friend of the bride, about her trip to Morocco. Behind her, someone I didn't recognise was holding a baby.
"Aren't you the cutest! Yes you are, yes you arrrreeee." I did a quick scan around the gazebo, making sure my hypnotised roommates weren't in earshot. I'd been worried that they could be accidentally triggered. I really shouldn't have used such a common phrase. Thankfully, they were not around.
"Oh, haha, you're going potty. You didn't even wait for me to put you down, did you. No you didn't!"
I felt myself tense up. I did another scan. I think I caught sight of one of them over the other side of the court. Good.
Suddenly:
"Do you need a change? Yes you doooo!" The words hit my ears and for a split second I laughed at the sheer coincidence of it. The next split second I spent panicking. I felt something seem to inflate between my legs. Like a balloon, or a fucking diaper!
A wave of intense vertigo smashed into me like a freight train. My vision began to spin, my hand grasping at my crotch as I felt soft, hot plastic with thick padding underneath. I was sweating suddenly, completely passive as my bladder got a mind of its own. I was suddenly peeing, without hesitation, in front of all of these people... I could feel myself letting go, and I could even feel it spreading around inside. My fingertips caught the diaper expand and sagging as it grew hotter.
No…. I stared down at myself, realizing that I’d somehow done this... I'd been here for four hours... It must have been the online hypnotist. She told me later that my roommates never wore diapers once, and I imagined them in padding. Apparently I confessed to the girls that I had a bladder issue and that's why they stopped the teasing. It's also why they ignored my massive fucking diaper, as did everyone else here.
Everyone else at the event knew about my "condition"... Fuck.
No…. I stared down at myself, realizing that I’d somehow done this... I'd been here for four hours... It must have been the online hypnotist. She told me later that my roommates never wore diapers once, and I imagined them in padding. Apparently I confessed to the girls that I had a bladder issue and that's why they stopped the teasing. It's also why they ignored my massive fucking diaper, as did everyone else here.
Everyone else at the event knew about my "condition"... Fuck.
