Chapter 1

Hiya. I'm female, turning 23, and I'm addicted to diapers! This all started back a few years ago. What am I talking about, you ask? Well, the experience which changed my life. So here I was, scrolling through discord, when one of my friends direct messages me. Curious, I'd click. Telling me about a site called warpmymind. I wasn't typically into hypnosis, but I did have a sort of fascination with it. Being forced to do things with no control? Sounded just great to me. I clicked on the link, and browsed for a bit. Eventually, I came across the files tab, after stumbling around a tad bit on the login and home page. I clicked through, until I saw a category that caught my eye. Diapers and Incontinence. I've not only had a fascination with hypnosis, but also one with returning to my youth, as a baby. I clicked, until I found a quick bladder loss file. I thought that I might as well start off slow, doesn't help to rush these kinda things, right? So, I started listening intently onto the file, while playing some pokemon. Eventually, I'd get into a trance. Everything else was mostly a blur, as I'd stop what I was doing, and started doing what the file had instructed me to do. Get up, and start drinking some water. And so, I did. I drank enough until I felt like I was ready to go, then I returned to my seat, and continued listening. It had instructed me to relax my bladder, and let go. Thus, I had peed myself. Of course I was relatively impressed by not only the quality of the site, but also the quality of the file that I had listened to. It knew just how to get me under a trance, and appealed to my tastes in such an amazing way. A few days later, I was feeling particularly horny, and remembered this site. Remembering just how wonderfully it had worked, I decided to try again, and see what else I could listen to. I watched a file that had given me a trigger. A trigger that caused me to fear the toilet, and only go in my pants. This was a common word too, so theres no way I was going to avoid it. Do I remember the word? Nope. That's the thing with triggers. You're not supposed to know it. Wouldn't want you to deactivate it yourself, right? I remember one particular experience with this. I was sitting on my computer, chatting with the friend who had originally introduced, and led me into using warp my mind for the very first time. Of course, he had luckily enough come across my trigger word. For some reason, I was holding in instead of going to the bathroom. Knowing what trouble I was in, I started to panic. He had noticed this, and told me to turn my camera on. Which he watched me panic, not being able to use the potty he laughed, as he had just now realized that I used the site he sent to me, and just figured out my trigger word. As I continued to panic, he simply said. "Why are you panicking? Just let go." I realized that he was right, I had not much any option, so I unloaded myself into my nice new pants. Imagine knowing this once strong lady, who could not be scared by anyone, unloading her bowels and bladder into her pants right infront of you. That's what this one friend had just watched me do. There was no way I was getting out of this now. Not only did he know my trigger word, but he also knew some interesting blackmail that he could use on me at just about any chance he had got. That is, unless I went along with everything he told me to do, which was for the most part pretty simple. He'd send me new files on a weekly basis. Sometimes twice a week if I was "lucky". I was forced into listening to these files constantly as to weaken not only my bowels and bladder, but also my mind, to where I would eventually find these a completely normal thing to do. The potty was completely off limits for me as of now, why would I use that scary contraption, when I could just let loose in my pants anyways? It's funny really. Seeing how practically dependent I am not only by my nameless friend, but also on diapers. Let's get into that, shall we? So, diaper dependency. As I mentioned, I practically can never use the bathroom any more, but all the dirty clothes that messing had caused was starting to become a massive problem. I stressed this to my friend, and he went and found me a new file. The 26 point diaper program. I started listening, realizing just how much I truly needed diapers. And so, I started buying them. Who cares what kind of looks I get from people anyways? I'm my own person. Even if I need diapers. What's the grocery store clerk gonna do to stop me when I buy diapers for the intent of using them myself? Nothing, that's what. Otherwise they'd violate the rules of their job, and get fired. I'm sure they silently judged me, but hey, I need these. Otherwise I'm just gonna have to live with stinky pants instead of stinky diapers. I think I've even become used to the smell by now. The worse part when I was starting off was how much it had reeked. Your own fecal matter is not supposed to smell pleasing, but this felt even worse, simply because it was in my pants, was it also mixed with the feeling of humiliation and shame. However, as time progressed, I simply got used to the smell. Considering I can't even use the bathroom, I'm going to stink. I prefer it to how my house normally smells now. Please, try hypnosis. It's a great experience, if you want to change your life for the better.