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"You've been asleep for like, twenty minutes. I want to get you back into diapers before you piss all over my sheets," Roxy said, waking me up, and throwing a folded up diaper at my head.

"Heyy, I wouldn't pee on your bed!" I said, slightly offended.

"Oh yeah? Well so far you've been pissing your pants constantly. Do you expect me to assume that you wouldn't piss all over my bed?" she responded, far too smugly.

"Come on Rox! You know I can hold it in! I wouldn't pee on the sheets unless I wanted to, and I don't want to."

"If I trusted you to control your piss and shit I wouldn't be taping you into a diaper right now, would I?" she said as she slid a diaper under my butt and started to wipe me down. I responded with a hmph and wiggled against my restraints. After powdering and wiping my crotch, Roxy wrapped the diaper around me and snugly taped me into it. I fidgeted a little bit, and immediately noticed that this diaper was much thicker than the other ones that she had put me into up to this point.

"H-hey, this diaper is pretty thick," I said, anxiously.

"Yeah, well you've got all those pancakes inside you still, and I don't want you to blow out your diaper," she said, patting my tummy. "After seeing the way you destroyed the diaper at the restaurant, I'm almost scared to see how you're gonna destroy this one."

"Hey!" I said with a blush, as Roxy unchained me from the bed and removed my restraints. Standing up off the bed made me painfully aware of how thick my diaper was, as my now pronounced waddle was clearly amusing Roxy.

"You know, that's the thickest diaper I bought for you," she said, trying to suppress laughter as I waddled around putting on my clothes.

"How many different types do you have?" I said, slightly surprised.

"Several."

"And how much money did you spend on this?"

"I don't think that matters, Chica. What matters is that my little chick is protected from having accidents," she said, lifting my chin with her finger.

"I haven't had a true accident yet."

"You will eventually."

"Are you, like, trying to get rid of my potty training?"

"Potty training doesn't matter when you've got nice, high quality diapers, and the greatest girlfriend in the world," she said, punctuating her point with a firm smack on the ass.

My phone buzzed, it was Monty. I read the text message aloud to Roxy.

"hey guys remember during the tour when freddy and i said we wanted to go to the bay area for a week? were leaving tomorrow after breakfast. theres chinese takeout in the kitchen, we are going to bed"

Roxy looked at me with a big smile as her tail began to wag.

"Chica, we're gonna have the whole house to ourselves for a week!" Roxy exclaimed as she pulled me into a hug, pressing me into her chest and lifting me a full foot off the ground. I looked back at her in glee, knowing that the next few days were going to be filled with a lot of kinky shit.

"Not too happy about having Chinese food, though." I remarked as she put me down. I hated the stuff we got from the local 'chinese food' restaurant. It wasn't even real Chinese food, just some kind of Americanized version of what people thought food in China was.

"Oh come on, Chica. Considering the things I have seen you eat, I think you're going to be fine. Besides, no matter what you eat, it'll just end up in that diaper of yours," she said.

"Yeah, whatevs. I'm starving, so I guess it's something," I said, still very disinterested.

"That's the spirit. Now get some clothes on and come get some food," Roxy said, as she walked out the door of the bedroom.

I pulled on my pants from earlier, and looked in the mirror. The diaper bulge was very visible, and it made me feel weird. Good weird, I think? I walked around, looking at myself in Roxy's mirror. I had a noticeable waddle, and depending on how I moved around, the diaper bulge was especially prominent. I pulled down my pants and get a better look at the diaper Roxy put me in. The massive, oversized diaper made me look especially silly, and the colorful cartoon animals on the front made me feel especially infantile. As ridiculous as it was, I loved it. I loved giving Roxy this level of control over me, and having me in diapers 24/7. It made me feel all warm and fuzzy again, the same way I did when we first started dating, back in college.

I got a text from Roxy asking what was taking me so long, so I pulled back on my pants and walked down to the kitchen.

I sensed a tinge in my bladder as I walked down the hall. I got to the kitchen and found that it was just Roxanne, with two plates full of faux-Chinese food. The kitchen was really dark, with just the lights over the kitchen island being on.

"There you are," Roxy said, in between bites of greasy noodles. "I've prepared a plate for you."

"Thank you," I said, softly. I wasn't excited for the food, but I was pretty hungry, having not eaten since breakfast. I sat down at the table with a crinkle and started eating. We didn't talk much during the meal, but Roxy did instruct me to eat everything on the plate, which made me roll my eyes.

"Is someone being naughty?" she said in response to the eye roll.

"Maybe," I said, teasingly.

"You know what happens to naughty chicks, don't you?"

"I think I have an inkling."

"I think someone's starting to forget their place," Roxy said, as she grabbed two of the takeaway boxes and dumped the rest of them onto my plate, with a loud schlop. I stared at it with wide eyes.

"I-I'm sorry Roxy," I said, looking up at her.

"What, did you expect to get spanked?" she asked, smugly.

"Kind of!"

"Well, you better eat up," she said, as she dove back into her food.

I eat a lot. It's a problem sometimes. But right now I'm not as concerned about the amount of food I need to eat, but rather the fact that it was this food. The faux chinese food never particularly agrees with my stomach. The first time we ate this food, I put away almost four plates, and spent the rest of the night paying for it.

To make things worse, the sensation in my bladder was becoming more intense. As I continued to fill my stomach with the greasy food, the pressure on my bladder just kept getting worse. I was sick of holding it in, knowing that it was just going to end up in my diaper anyway. With a quiet hssss I started filling my pants. The stupidly thick padding was able to absorb it all, and despite how much was coming out, my diaper didn't feel as thoroughly "used" as the one at the mall did. Only a few seconds after I started peeing, Roxy chimed in.

"You're pissing," Roxy said, without looking up from her phone.

"How did you know?" I said, genuinely kind of curious.

"I'm a wolf. I've got an acute sense of smell," she said.

"Right," I said, still peeing. Fifteen more seconds left me in a very warm, wet diaper. Somehow, I was able to put away all the food. It was a lot, and I felt extra full after it.

"So we've got the house to ourselves tonight. Whatcha wanna do?" Roxy said, enthusiastically, as she cleared the plates.

"Honestly, I kind of just want to play video games," I responded, standing up and stretching.

"That's fair. Mario Kart?" she said.

"Fuck yeah," I responded, enthusiastically. "I'm gonna kick your ass."

"That's big talk for someone in a wet diaper," she said, competitively. "You go get it set up while I load the dishwasher."

As I went around the house to the game room, I was having trouble walking normally. Before today, I never appreciated how convenient it is to just walk around when you don't have a thick, piss soaked diaper between your legs.

I got to the game room and set up the Switch we use for group game nights, and I removed the card for Smash Bros and put in Mario Kart. I had everything set up and on the title screen when I saw Roxy coming down the few steps that led to the game room. I watched her breasts bounce as she came down the steps, much to my amusement. Evidently, she was not wearing a bra. She hopped over the back of the couch and landed next to me, promptly grabbing the controllers I had left for her.

We had been playing for about an hour and a half when my stomach started to churn, and I felt a familiar pressure start to build up at my rear. As the next few minutes progressed, pressure on my anus got worse and worse. I wanted to wait a little while before I loaded my diaper again, so I did my best to hold it in, but I was having more trouble than usual. My stomach kept cramping, and my body was screaming at me to go to the bathroom before I shit myself.

It was getting harder and harder to hold on. My hands were getting shaky, and my stomach was roiling. I paused the game and Roxy looked at me as I leaned forward on the couch, and with a loud splortch a mass of hot mud slid out into my diaper, much to the relief of my overtaxed stomach. My tummy still hurt though, and based on what just came out, I was surprised there was any left.

Roxanne watched the whole thing, and after the initial push, I looked over at her, and suddenly had an idea. I stood, feeling the weight in my diaper shift as my stomach gurgled. I grabbed a blanket off the back of the couch in one quick motion as I straddled Roxy, cringing as I gently lowered myself onto her lap, feeling the hot muck squish around.

"What's this?" Roxanne said with genuine confusion as I pulled the blanket over us and wrapped my arms around her.

"I'm getting a little revenge, Misses Acute-Sense-of-Smell," I said as I put my head in the crook of her shoulder. My stomach gurgled as I lifted my butt about an inch off of her lap before pushing, feeling my diaper fill again.

"Revenge for making you eat all that chinese food? I--Oh god, Chica, that stinks!" she exclaimed as I pushed again, this time releasing my bladder.

"Ummf, that feels better," I said, softly.

"Fuck, oh god, Chica, that is awful! Holy shit! Okay! Uncle! Uncle! Let me out!" Roxy said, desperately. I threw off the blanket and Roxanne took an audible deep breath of fresh air.

"Chica, you are the worst person I know," she said, teasingly, as she caught her breath.

"I bet I am," I said, happily. My stomach felt tight again, and I pushed, letting out a wet fart through the diaper. "Don't forget Roxy! You gotta change me!"

"Oh god," Roxy said, laying her head back against the couch, breathing deeply.

"I thought you said you were ready to handle anything I could bring on?" I said, teasingly.

"Okay, maybe I wasn't ready for you to do that," she said, laughing.

"Yeah, didn't seem like it," I said, laughing along with her.

"Are you like, okay? I think you just shit your brains out!" Roxy asked genuinely, although she was still laughing. I unwrapped my arms from her before standing up, feeling the mass in diaper shift in accordance with gravity.

"I mean, I'm feeling a lot better now," I said, lightheartedly, as I reached down and gently grabbed the back of my diaper. "Oh my, that's quite a lot..." I said, blushing, as I felt the warmth of it radiating out against my hand.

"I bet it is," she said, teasingly. "I'm gonna suggest you get comfortable, Chica, because I'm not gonna change you just yet. We've still got some more races to go through."

I was glad that she wanted to keep playing because I wasn't done either. I started lowering myself gently onto the couch next to Roxy, before she grabbed my arm and easily tugged me down, making me wince as I landed hard with a soft smush.

"And there's my revenge!" Roxy said teasingly.

"Oh, ew ew ew ew ew! It's everywhere! Oh god!"

"Guess you should've thought about it before stinkbombing me," she said, kissing me on the cheek. "And if we're gonna keep doing this diaper experiment, you might want to get used to it, Little-Miss-Poopy-Pants."

I stared back at her, before giving her a quick peck on the cheek and unpausing the game. I did my best to get comfortable on the couch. After a couple of minutes, my stomach cramped again, and just a little bit more piled into my pants.

Not long after, we decided to turn off the games. I stood up, and the two of us started back towards her room. My diaper felt very full, and I was walking slowly with a pronounced waddle. I yelped as I felt my feet leave the floor, Roxanne having suddenly scooped me up into her arms. I nestled against her chest as she carried me through the house back to her room.