There are three different women that I have attempted to share my diaper games with.
The first was with a college girlfriend. We dated for about three months before moving in together during summer school. I didn't have the nerve to tell her but instead thought I would show her instead. One night after some heavy drinking from both of us, I intentionally wet the bed after she had fallen asleep. It was amazingly erotic and also a little frightening lying in that bed after I had wet it knowing that there was no turning back and wondering how she would respond. When she woke up later that night and discovered what had happened, she seemed more upset about her mattress than anything else. We both blaimed it on the drinking however. Two weeks later, I again wet our bed on purpose. This time there was no drinking to blame. I broke down crying (sincere tears because I was so nervous) and told her that I had been a bedwetter as a kid (true) and then lied and told her that I still wet the bed a few times a year. I then proceeded to apologize for not telling her earlier. She was sympathetic and ended up giving me a hug and telling me 'it's no big deal.'.
When I did it again that same week, she wasn't quite as sympathetic. I blamed this one on lack of sleep as we prepared for a round of exams but she didn't care. Within a couple of days she bought a waterproof mattress protector for the bed. I was thrilled when I saw it but of course I didn't tell her that. She also started reminding me to go to the bathroom before bed and would stop me if I tried to drink anything after dinner. So for the next couple of times, I didn't empty my bladder completly but instead wet just enough to put a decent size wet spot on my underwear and on my side of the bed. Also I began leaving my underwear on the bathroom floor near the shower hoping that she would begin noticing the constant wet spots I was creating. She noticed all of this and after pointing it out to me, she started urging me to see a doctor. I lied and told her that I had seen one just a year ago and claiming that it was just a matter of being a deep sleeper with a smaller than normal bladder.
A week or so later, I flooded our bed again and for her that was the final straw. She didn't even wake me up but instead slid out of bed, took a shower and then headed for the second, empty bedroom to sleep the rest of the night.
The next morning I was again apologetic but she said she didn't want to share a bed if it meant waking up wet. I thought that everything was heading in the right direction at the time. When she got home that afternoon, I showed her the bag of disposable adult diapers that I had bought. I told her that as humiliating as it was, I was still willing to wear them if it would keep us in bed together. Of course I was estatic on the inside. She agreed to give it another shot and nothing was as exciting as later that evening when I put on a diaper and wore it to bed with my girlfriend at my side. And of course I made sure it was quite wet the next morning. I went on and on about how well it had worked but she didn't really want to talk about it. Mt fantasy was having her doing the diapering and diaper changes on me but was completely uninterested and insisted that she would let me handle everything. Instead she tried to pretend like the diapers weren't even there. But really from that point on, there was a huge disconnect between us and even though she did sleep next to me, it was obvious that things had changed. I wasn't the least surprised therefore when I was asked to move back out of her apartment at the end of the second summer session. We went out on a couple of dates but we both knew it was over.
So yes, my method did lead to me diapered in front of my girlfriend. But without her playing and involved, it didn't amount to much and I realized that it is more than just the physical sensations of the diapers that I am looking for. It is also the dependence, helplessness, and embarrassment aspects that i also am needing and which weren't really there in my first experience.