Diapered To Pay My Rent (ABDL, Forced Regression, Age Play)

For the second month in a row, Jamie can't make her rent. Her landlord gives her a choice, eviction, or be his baby girl for a day. With nowhere else to go, Jamie decides to spend her Saturday dressed in a fluffy jump suit making baby noises, but is she prepared for the humiliation of playing with toys, messy diapers, 'time outs' sitting in the corner and special adult pacifiers?

WARNING: This 4300+ word erotic short story contains adult themes and language, depicting explicit descriptions of nudity, messy diapers, masturbation, oral sex, taboo subject matter and is intended for MATURE AUDIENCES 18+ only!

A taste...:

I looked up at Jake, he was reading the paper, not paying me much attention, I crawled towards him, he moved his paper to the side and looked down at me and smiled €œawww, does someone want a cuddle from their old man?€

€œUm, no, I need to use the bathroom.€

Jake gave me an angry look, €œno talking. You're wearing a diaper, use it if you have to. Talk again and today is over and you can pack your things and move out.€ Jake sat back in his chair and shook his paper in front of his face, blocking his view of me. I sat there in disbelief, he really did want me to be his baby today. I couldn't wet myself, I couldn't wee in the diaper, could I? I sat and tried to hold on for as long as possible, the pain and pressure in my abdomen kept building and building. I rocked back and forth, trying to think about anything else, but in the end it was no use, for the first time in fifteen years, I wet myself.

I sat there as I felt the wetness spreading between my legs, the diaper contained all of my mess, but I could feel the warmth of the pee all over my pussy and a little seeped back on my butt cheeks. I closed my eyes and my head fell forward. All I could think about was €œwhat was I doing? Was this really happening?€ As I sat there thinking about what I'd just done, I couldn't help myself as the tears started streaming down my cheeks, I'd never felt this low, I'd wet myself. I wiped the tears away and turned to see that Jake had put his newspaper down and had been watching me cry. I turned my head so that he couldn't see my face, then I heard him stand up and leave the room.

I stayed where I was, sitting in my wet diaper that was slowly getting colder as my once warm pee cooled as I sat on the cool floor tiles. I'm not sure how long Jake left me alone in the play room, it felt like a long time, but for all I know it may have been two minutes. He came back in and using his cutesy voice said €œhow's my little one going?€