The living room glowed with soft morning sunlight filtering through the curtains.
She sat cross-legged on the fluffy rug right in front of the television, wearing her favorite Sesame Street pajamas. The long-sleeve shirt had a big smiling Elmo on the front, and the cozy bottoms were covered in the colourful characters.
The soft fabric was comfy and babyish, and the pj bottoms did nothing to hide the obvious padded bulk of her diaper underneath.
Her eyes were wide and sparkling as she watched Sesame Street. Big Bird was teaching Elmo and Abby Cadabby how to share toys in the most cheerful way possible. The bright colors and happy music filled the room.
She suckled steadily on her warm morning baba, the sweet milk tasting so comforting as she rocked gently side to side. The bottle was almost empty.
Every now and then she let out a tiny, contented hum around the nipple, completely lost in the bright puppets and silly songs.
Elmo’s so silly today, and Big Bird’s feathers look extra fluffy. Everything feels so nice and warm and safe… she thought dreamily.
In the background, Daddy hummed while washing dishes after breakfast. The clink of plates and running water mixed softly with the cartoon music.
She barely noticed. She was too busy finishing her baba, too happy sitting right here in her favourite little spot with her blankie draped over her lap.
With one last big suckle, the bottle emptied. She set it down carefully beside her and popped her paci into her mouth instead, clutching her blankie tighter against her chest. The soft fabric brushed her cheek as she bounced lightly to the next song, eyes never leaving the screen.
A funny, warm pressure started growing in her tummy.
She shifted a little, but her eyes never left the screen.
Elmo was laughing now, and Abby was flying around with sparkles. It made her giggle behind her paci.
But that familiar pressure only stayed there in her tummy, threatening to interrupt her Sunday morning cartoons.
Nooo… not now, she thought, cheeks already tingling with a faint blush. I don’t wanna stop watching…I can just stay right here.
She ignored it, bouncing gently on her knees as Elmo and Abby sang. The pressure grew stronger, but she was too deep in her floaty headspace to care.
A tiny toot slipped out. Then another. She barely noticed, content in her carefree bubble.
Daddy walked in from the kitchen, drying his hands on a dish towel. He slipped on his glasses, sat down on the couch with his tablet, and smiled softly when he saw his baby girl.
Just the sight of her paci bobbing steadily, blankie clutched tight, and being completely mesmerised by the bright noisy characters made his heart melt.
“Is your tummy all full now from breakfast and your baba, princess?” he asked warmly, his voice full of gentle affection.
“Uh huh, Dada…” she mumbled around her paci, eyes still glued to the screen, not even turning her head.
Daddy opened his tablet and started reading the morning news, but he kept glancing over at her with that knowing little smile.
He already knew exactly what was coming. His baby always made her morning stinkies after breakfast.
It was her body’s sweet, predictable routine, and he loved every part of taking care of it.
She kept bouncing happily on her knees as the characters sang even louder and more joyfully. The pressure in her tummy grew stronger and more urgent, but it still felt distant and unimportant, like background noise in her perfect little headspace.
Another toot escaped and this one was louder but surprisingly she didn’t even register it.
Then, without any conscious thought, her body took over completely.
She subconsciously shifted forward onto her knees in that classic toddler pose, bottom slightly raised, back arched just a little, legs spread for balance.
She didn’t even realise she was doing it.
Her eyes stayed locked on the bright, colourful screen as Elmo and his friends started a lively new dance song about friendship.
She suckled harder on her paci, clutched her blankie a little tighter against her chest, and pushed ever so slightly.
A warm, mushy fullness slowly began to fill the back of her diaper. The soft, heavy load came out with almost no effort at all, it was warm and thick and smooth, spreading gently and steadily against her skin in that unmistakable squishy way.
It kept coming, filling the seat of her diaper more and more until the padding felt noticeably heavier and warmer, the mess pressing softly in all the squishiest, most intimate places.
Her tummy finally felt so much lighter and better, but her diaper felt so much fuller now, the warm mush cradling her in a way that was both embarrassing and strangely comforting.
Still facing the TV and deep in her happy little world, she relaxed completely and sat back down cross-legged without thinking. The mess squished noticeably underneath her, warm and mushy, spreading even more as she settled into her soaked nightime diaper.
She let out a tiny, contented sigh around her paci and kept watching, completely unbothered, her eyes sparkling with delight as Elmo and friends danced across the screen.
Feels better now, she thought feeling relieved and still in a daze.
Daddy watched the whole thing unfold from the couch. He saw the bouncing, heard the little toots, and noticed the exact moment she filled her diaper. He cringed slightly at the thought of the cleanup, but his smile stayed soft and loving. His baby looked so peaceful sitting there in her messy diaper, completely lost in her cartoons, paci bobbing happily.
He set his tablet down and approached quietly, crouching down behind her.
“Hey baby girl,” he said casually. “Do you smell something funny?”
She didn’t answer, still staring at the screen.
He tried again, gently tugging the back of her Sesame Street pj bottoms. “Princess, I asked if you can smell anything funny… because I certainly can.”
She finally turned around, paci still in her mouth, and gave him a sweet, innocent smile. “I can smell something funny, Dada. Did you toot?”
Daddy’s eyebrows rose in amusement as he let out a low chuckle and shook his head in disbelief. “No little one, that wasn’t me”.
Deciding not to humour her today and risk his princess getting a diaper rash, he wasted no time revealing exactly where the funny smell was coming from.
He gently lifted her to her feet and spun her around, pulling back the waistband of her pj bottoms and diaper to check the mess.
“Oh honey,” he said, voice warm with loving tease. “That’s one very messy didi. You sure did make a big stinky for Daddy, didn’t you? Look at all that mushy surprise you left for me in your cute little Sesame Street pants.”
She froze. The realisation hit her like a tidal wave. The warm mush, the heavy weight, the fact that she had just happily sat in it while watching cartoons.
Her cheeks burned bright red. She covered her face with both hands, mortified, squirming in place as the mess shifted again.
Daddy gently pulled her hands away and looked her right in the eyes, determined to make her cheeks turn that pretty shade of pink.
“Baby girl, when Daddy asks you a question, I expect an answer. Now… are you Dada’s little stinker? Hmm?”
She squirmed harder, too embarrassed to meet his gaze. Her voice came out tiny and shy.
“Y-yes…”
Daddy chuckled softly and tilted her chin up.
“Yes what, princess?”
She pouted, cheeks flaming hotter than ever.
“Yes… I’m Dada’s little stinker.”
“That’s right,” he praised warmly, pulling her into a big hug and rocking her gently. “You’re Dada’s sweet little stinker who made a big messy stinky in her diaper. I’m so proud of you for telling me like a good girl.”
She hid her burning face in his chest, but a tiny, shy smile appeared anyway. Daddy’s praise always made the embarrassment feel a little warmer, even as the heavy, squishy mess reminded her exactly what she’d done.
He scooped her up effortlessly into his arms, cooing softly as he carried her upstairs. “Now that you’ve told Daddy about your dirty diaper like a good girl, how about we go get that messy butt all clean and into a fresh diapie, princess?”
She wrapped her arms around his neck and nodded, still blushing furiously as he carried her, fussing over her with gentle kisses and whispers the whole way.
I know you didn’t expect diapers to be the solution to our problems, but I told you I would solve the bedwetting issue. Crying isn’t going to change the situation because I’ve made up my mind and from now on, bedwetters in this house will be diapered for bed without question..
I know you’re upset that I talked to your mother about this, but she thought it was a good idea and she even recommended a good spanking if you protest.
I have always fantasized about being spanked, sent to the corner and then being forced to wear a diaper. I imagine a partner forcibly taking me across their knee for a sound spanking and a chastising lecture. Once my bottom is good and pink-my partner forces me to stand the corner with a pacifier forced in my mouth. I hear my partner exit the room. Eventually they return with an oversized crinkly baby diaper. I am given a few more swats on my stinging backside as my partner whispers in my ear, “Since you want to act like a baby that’s exactly how you’ll be treated.” There I stand in the corner-with a well spanked bottom, sucking on a pacifier-holding the diaper that will soon be securely taped up between my legs.
Until recently my cock was the biggest thing my girlfriend had ever fucked. I’m same size as the middle dildo. One day while I was in the middle of a couple of weeks of being locked up she told me she wanted to try one for extra stimulation. I got the smaller one on the right. She worked with it a couple of weeks and then decided she wanted something “more my size”. So I was willing to go along with a temporary replacement. So i went back to the store as a gesture of my generosity and willingness to please and got her the one one the middle that is the same as me. It worked great for a few months. I didn’t realize what a mistake that was until a a couple of weeks ago when she refused to unlock me as scheduled and instead pulled out he new 10″ cock. “My size now”, she smiled. She realized it was not only possible to replace me, but even improve on what I have to offer. Now she loves fucking something bigger. And when I suggested we try the “normal size” one night she told me she had thrown it away because it was not satisfying enough any more. Which means letting my dick out of it’s little chastity?
Caroline has to go into witness protection to hide from a criminal gang, but she’s less than happy about her new identity as Betsy, an incontinent young woman living in a trailer park with her strict Mommy.
***
“So I’m getting a new name?” Caroline asked dubiously, as the car sped down the highway. She didn’t like the idea of witness protection. She was used to the life of a wealthy young socialite from the city, and she wasn’t keen at all on leaving it all behind, even if it was only for a few weeks like the agency promised. But what choice did she have? She shuddered at the thought of the De Vries getting to her. The crime family were notorious for the cruel and unusual punishments they inflicted on the people who had wronged them.
“It’s not just your name,” Mr Harris, the agent, replied. “You can be tracked by your habits, your tastes, your sense of style, so all of that’s got to change as well. The agency has a full character profile for you to adopt.” Keeping his eyes on the road, he reached over to open the glove compartment and take out a brown file, which he handed to her. “That’s the new you.”
Caroline opened the file. “Betsy Jackson?” she read with distaste. That was a hick name if ever she’d heard one. Surely nobody could look at her with her sleek, silver-blonde hair and elegantly made-up face and think she was a Betsy Jackson. It got worse. “What the fuck?!” she exclaimed, staring down at the paper. “What is this, Harris? It says I live in a fucking trailer park!”
“A trailer park out in the country is the perfect place for you,” said Mr Harris. He was the very model of a government agent with his dark suit and glasses, and his totally impassive expression. “It’s the last place the De Vries will expect you to be.”
“That’s because it’s the last place I’d want to be!” Caroline shrieked. “I am not going to live in a trailer park! Put me somewhere else!”
“The arrangements have already been made, Caroline,” Mr Harris said flatly. “We can’t just create a whole new identity for you because you didn’t like this one. It’s either this, or nothing.”
Caroline flushed with anger and went back to reading the file, scowling. It’s just for a few weeks, she told herself. Just a few weeks until the agency makes its move and all the De Vries get locked away, then you’ll be free to go home. Something on the page caught her eye. “It says I live with my mother,” she said, confused.
“Mrs Jackson works for us,” Mr Harris explained. “She lives in the trailer park, and she’s helped us with witness protection programs in the past. She’s firm, but she loves to take care of people. She’ll be your Mom, and you’ll be her formerly estranged daughter who’s come back to live with her after things in the city fell through. Mrs Jackson used to live in another park, so the sudden return of a daughter won’t raise any eyebrows here.”
Caroline’s lip twisted at the thought of having to pretend to be the daughter of some middle-aged trailer trash woman, but she held her tongue. Just a few weeks. She looked down at the file again, and something else jumped out at her. For a moment she couldn’t believe what she was seeing. She read it through again, sure she must have misread. But the writing was plain. Betsy’s return to her mother is motivated by the car accident she was involved in several months ago, which left her with severe and permanent… “Incontinence?!” she shrieked. “You don’t mean… Like when you can’t control when you pee?!”
“That’s right,” Mr Harris said calmly. “Betsy is diaper dependent.”
“No!” Caroline screamed, revolted.
“No?”
Caroline looked at him as if he’d gone mad. “No as in I’m not doing that! I’m not going to be seen wearing diapers!”
“It’s an important part of Betsy’s backstory, Caroline,” Mr Harris insisted.
“It’s ridiculous!” Caroline shouted. Some of her friends were the types to go gooey-eyed over babies, but she never had been. The idea of having to deal with diapers was so gross! And even though she was sure there was no way she’d actually be expected to use them, just the idea of adult diapers was enough to make her feel nauseous. “Why incontinence?!” she demanded. “Why does it need to be part of her stupid backstory at all?!”
“It gives you a believable incentive to go back to living with your mother. Don’t take this personally, Caroline, but I doubt you’re that great of an actress. It’s going to be pretty clear to people that you’re not too happy about living in a trailer park with Mrs Jackson. Your incontinence creates an explanation for that. Betsy thought she’d escaped from the sticks, and her mother, and made it to the big city where she was finally free to be an independent young woman, but then she got into that accident, lost her potty training and her prospects, and is forced to toddle back home to her Mommy in Pampers.”
Caroline blushed furiously. This was insane!
“It’s also an additional layer of protection,” Mr Harris went on. “The rich young lady the De Vries are after isn’t likely to hide away in a trailer park of all places, and she’s definitely not likely to be that new girl who can’t even keep her pants clean. This will keep you safe. It’s for your own good.”
“Complain about it all you like,” said Mr Harris, “but everything has already been set up. There’s no changing it now. The fact is that Betsy can’t control her bladder or bowels, and starting today, Betsy is you.”
“But I can control my bladder and bowels!” Caroline shouted.
“I know that,” Mr Harris said, patiently.
“Then what do you expect me to do?!” she demanded.
“It’s simple,” the agent said, and for the first time he actually smiled. “You’ll just have to pretend like you can’t.”
“Get the laundry done. Then finish the dishes. Finish cleaning the basement. Then you can go to bed. Be up at 6 to make Mark breakfast, he has to go into work early. I’ll change your diaper after you get him out the door but I ain’t waking up early so you’re probably gonna have to wait till 9. Then you got your McDonald’s shift at 10, right? Well you’ll have fresh Pampers for that, don’t worry. All right, get going, sissy.”
Those were the directions Mark received 10 minutes earlier from his ex-wife, current mistress and landlord, Miriam. He would follow those directions perfectly, knowing very well failure to do so would lead to a spanking that would leave his ass nearly bleeding.
This was not where he expected to be 10 months earlier, when he’d left his bitch of a wife for a gorgeous 23 year old domme named Mistress Alexa. He’d been talking to her online for 6 months. Revealing all his sissy and diaper desires and Mistress Alexa said she would turn him into a permanent diaper slave. He left his frumpy wife Miriam and hit the road for freedom! Freedom for his fetishes! Quit his job, cut off contact with his folks, friends, all to be Mistress Alexa’s sissy.
Except Mistress Alexa was Fred, a 55-year-old mechanic and expert catfisher who’d gotten thousands of dollars from Mark and laughed in his face when Mark showed up at his door in California. Slammed the door in his face and told the faggot to get lost. Mark tried rebuilding his life back home but he’d burned all the bridges. He lived with a friend for a bit but the friend said he wasn’t comfortable with a “diaper faggot” in the house and he even slept in his car for a few weeks. Then Miriam got a hold of him. Had heard about his troubles. Was willing to overlook his betrayal and take him in. With some rules.
“You wanna be a diaper slave, you will be. But mine. You’re doing all the work around the house. Your money goes to me. Your inheritance when your folks croak off? Mine. You’re sucking the cock of my new boyfriend, Mark. You know I don’t suck dick. I’ll give you the diaper humiliation you want, you fucking sissy rube. Pissing and shitting yourself all the time in your Pampers. Don’t think it’s going to be as fun as you think. I’ve been reading up on you diaper queers since you betrayed me and know how to deal with your type. Or you can live in your car.”
So he was back in his old home. Except now he slept in a cage in the old small spare bedroom. He was diapered 24/7. Publicly humiliated, forced to be a Pampers-wearing pansy in front of his teenage coworkers at Mickey D’s. He worked relentlessly around the home and was always exhausted. Still, being a diaper slave to his ex-wife was better than being homeless. Sucking the cock of Mark was better than taking it up the ass from some homeless guy in an alley. Wasn’t it? As he finished up the laundry and got ready to clean the basement, he cried a bit and thought, yes, it was better. But it was still horrible.
Ever since I was a little kid, every year I would fantasize about being made to celebrate Halloween dressed as a baby. After last night I can finally scratch that off my bucket list! We went to a non-ABDL but kink-friendly Halloween party out with a bunch of friends and Ma'am picked my costume out for me to change into once we arrived. I was so nervous once I saw what it was but everyone was super nice and said I Looked adorable. 🥰
The highlight of the night for me was when I eventually needed to "use" my diapers and Ma'am let me know she was going to change me then and there. We eventually decided to do it privately downstairs away from the party since we didn't have everyone's consent, but first they made me announce to the party that I needed to be changed and that if anyone /wanted/ to watch that they could join us downstairs. I figured this was just for the humiliation factor but was super surprised that two-thirds of the rowdy party-goers actually came down with us to see the show!! The remaining third came down once they had replenished their drinks so they missed the cleanup part but I had the entire party watch me get re-diapered and changed into my bedtime outfit. It was SO embarrassing all I could do was stare at the ceiling and blush furiously while Ma'am took her time teasing me and commenting on how wet I was, and what a good boy I was being for her on the change-table. 🙈
Again, such a fantastically embarrassing and fun evening, but also really validating and rewarding because all my friends were so cool with it. Absolutely an evening I'll never forget ❤️
Shoutout to MissGrierson for snapping this photo and for LadyAmirasNephira for taking such good care of me, y'all are the best!! 😘
[ABDL. M/f, F/m. Role reversal. Early relationship romance, lil bit of spice.]
The day had been a dreary blur of rain and office work for Emily. She stepped into her quiet apartment, eager to shed the dampness of the outside world. Her mind buzzed with thoughts of time better spent, yearnings for familiar outlets, itches needing scratched. As she kicked off her soggy shoes, she breathed out, long and slow. She missed Brynn.
She had a date tonight. One she half-heartedly scheduled after months of crappy app conversations. It would be something, which at this point was better than nothing. As she looked in the mirror, the rain had left her spirits as damp as her hair.
Emily had been spoiled by Brynn. Which was ironic enough, because Emily liked to do the spoiling. She craved the comfort of a partner who needed her care. Just the thought of Brynn's soaked bottom sent a shiver of goosebumps up her arms. Tonight was for sure a mistake, but she just couldn’t wait any longer. Actually getting what she wanted that was proving impossible. Girls like Brynn were in short supply, the rare little amongst a sea of self-proclaimed doms and daddies without a clue. She had tried to hold on to her tight. Perhaps too tight.
Her phone chimed with a text from her date, a simple "Can't wait to see you tonight!" She took a deep breath and typed back a cheerful response, trying to push her true feelings aside. Sam was one of those daddy types, the dozens of which she had sifted through in her matches. He was cute, that couldn't be denied, but he had a baby face, incongruous with the daddy role he wanted to play. That was why she had chosen him. She would show him, slowly but surely, that he was the one destined for diapers.
Emily took a hot shower, the steam wrapping around her like a warm embrace, and she let her mind drift to the sweet, secret fantasies she had been harboring for so long. Her heart raced at the thought of the transformation she had planned for Sam. It was a long, uncertain game she was about to play, but she had convinced herself she was up to it.
With a towel wrapped around her body, she stepped into her bedroom and surveyed the collection of diapers and baby clothes that had once been for Brynn. She had kept them, a silent reminder of the love she had lost and the life she had hoped to build. Now, they would serve a different purpose. A twist of nerves bubbled in her stomach she laid out a fresh diaper on the bed. It was time to start anew.
Emily had always been the one in charge, the caregiver. But tonight, she would be the one in need. She diapered herself with practiced ease, feeling the soft fabric embrace her body. It was strange, being on the receiving end of something she had done so often for Brynn. Her heart fluttered as she sprinkled on way too much baby powder, rubbing the excess into her tummy and chest. It was one of her favorite things to do with Brynn, and she loved the way her baby smelled sweet all day.
Selecting an outfit for the evening was a deliberate dance. She chose a demure green dress with a lace top that stopped just above her knees, cinched at the waist to show off her figure. The material clung to her curves, but didn't betray her diapered hips and bottom. She could flash those when the time was right.
Emily applied a light face of makeup. She brushed her hair until it shone, letting it cascade over her shoulders in soft waves. In place of perfume, the smell of baby powder lingered on her skin, as much for her as for Sam. Completing the outfit, she slipped into a pair of brown sandals and walked out the door, car keys in hand.
The rain had stopped, and the air was fresh and clean, carrying the scent of wet earth. The city lights reflected off the slick sidewalks, painting the world in a warm glow. It was a beautiful night. She decided to make the best of it.
They had agreed to meet at a small mom & pop Italian place. Sam was already waiting, a modest bouquet of wildflowers in hand. His eyes lit up when he saw her, and Emily felt a pang of guilt. She knew what she was about to do was manipulative, but she couldn’t stop now.
"Sam?" she asked. He didn't quite look like his pictures, his face shaped and shaded by a few days' growth of facial hair.
He nodded eagerly, taking a step closer and offering the bouquet. "Hi Emily, these are for you," he said with a hopeful smile.
"They're beautiful," she replied, eagerly taking the flowers and holding them to her nose. The scent was faint but delightful. She leaned in and gave him a quick peck on the cheek, feeling the warmth of his skin. "Thank you, they smell delightful," she whispered.
"I can't help but notice you're wearing a lovely scent yourself," Sam said, his eyes scanning her.
"Just a little something," she replied.
They entered the restaurant, and the warmth of the interior was a welcome change from the cool evening. The hostess led them to a cozy booth, the red-checkered tablecloth reminiscent of childhood picnics. Whatever misery she had been feeling after getting home from work was quickly whisked away by the aroma of garlic and tomato sauce in the air, mingling with the comforting scent of fresh-baked bread.
Throughout dinner, she played the shy, slightly clumsy role to perfection. She dropped her napkin, spilled a little wine, giving Sam the chance to test the waters with coded comments like, "Oops, maybe you're not old enough for wine after all..."
Emily's heart raced every time he took the bait, her cheeks flushing with a blend of feigned embarrassment and genuine excitement. She giggled and squirmed in her seat, the plastic of the diaper crinkling softly with every movement. It was a sound that sent a thrill through her, a sound she hadn’t heard in a very long time, even if it was coming from under her dress.
As dinner progressed, Sam’s behavior grew increasingly more patronizing. He cut her steak into small, bite-sized pieces, wiped the corner of her mouth with a napkin, and even offered her sips of his water when she had a cough. It all only served to remind her of Brynn's sweet submission, and how much she missed it. The more Sam tried to take on the role of her caretaker, the more uncomfortable she became. But she pushed through the ick, giggled and cooed as Sam spoke to her in a condescending tone, calling her "sweetie" and "my little one." She pretended to love every moment of it, while inwardly cringing at his attempts to be dominant. The whole time, she kept her own thoughts in check, reminding herself of her end goal: when little Sammie would be her very own diapered toddler.
As he signed the check and folded the holder closed, Sam finally asked, "Is my little Emily protected tonight?" He flashed a knowing smile, eyeing her suspiciously.
Emily felt the dry heave in her throat but fought it off with a giggle, blushing harder than the wine stain on her napkin. "What do you mean?"
Sam leaned in, his voice dropping to a patronizing whisper. "I know we talked about it a little bit. Did you put on a special surprise for me?" His eyes twinkled with excitement, mistaking her nervousness for shyness.
Emily took a deep breath and forced a coy smile. "Maybe I did," she murmured, batting her eyelashes.
Sam's reached over and patted her thigh, his hand lingering a bit too long. "Good girl," he said, his voice thick with a patronizing affection. She felt a twinge of regret for choosing him, but she pushed it aside. "I hope you haven't been holding it," he added, a hint of a challenge in his voice. "Little ones like you can get hurt if they hold it too long."
Emily's stomach tightened, but she kept her smile plastered on, nodding eagerly. She had been dreading this moment. So much of her behavior tonight had been noncommittal, could be hand-waved away. She could leave right now with her dignity intact. A wet diaper, on the other hand, that was evidence.
Of course she had been holding it. It was all her body knew how to do, after all. Her body simply did not know to pee in her pants. But if she was going to see this through, it was something she'd have to do, and soon...
Sam insisted she take his hand as they left the restaurant. The diaper felt thick between her legs as they strolled through the city, the night air cool against her skin. She had to admit, it was a thrilling kind of weirdness to be doing all this in public, even if it was just between the two of them.
Emily giggled and leaned into Sam, playing up her little act. Letting her hand go, she let him lead her, his arm around her waist, his hand occasionally dropping below her waist and patting her bottom. Under the cover of the evening dusk she felt his fingers dive beneath the hem of her dress and linger on the plastic of the diaper. She had to bite her tongue to keep from scolding him. She knew this was what he liked, and when she was in his shoes she'd have a handful of his diapered bottom at all times.
"Someone is still dry," Sam whispered in her ear as they came to a stop in front of a park bench. He sounded disappointed.
Emily felt her face go hot with a mix of embarrassment and annoyance. "I'm sorry," she murmured, trying to keep the edge out of her voice. "It's kind of hard to go. I'll try really hard, okay?"
Sam's smile grew more smug, his hand giving her diapered bottom a firm pat. "That's my good girl," he said, before gesturing to a nearby bench. "Why don't we stop here until you go? It'll be our little secret."
Emily motioned to sit down, but he stopped her, with a wag of his finger. "Ah, ah," he chastised, sitting down himself before patting his lap. "You sit here, little one."
Her stomach dropped as she obeyed, her heart racing at the thought of what was to come. She sat gingerly on his lap, felt the heat of his thighs against her own, and she could feel his excitement growing as he held her closer.
Sam leaned in, whispering sweet nothings into her ear, his breath hot against her neck. She closed her eyes, trying to focus on the task at hand. This was just a means to an end, she told herself, as his hand slid over her diaper again, pressing down slightly.
Peeing in her diaper was a strange feeling, one she hadn’t expected to be so difficult. It had seemed so natural for Brynn, who could barely be trusted out of diapers. But for Emily, it was an act of rebellion against her own dignity, a step into the uncharted waters of her own fetish. She took a deep breath, pushed, failed, pushed, breathed out, and finally willed herself to let go, feeling the warmth spread through the padding beneath her. Sam’s hand remained firmly on her diaper, his voice cooing sweet nothings that made her cringe. But that feeling was quickly replaced by another, this one much stronger, as she felt his thumb firmly tracing circles into the warm, wet padding around her crotch.
Emily’s cheeks burned with a mix of shame and arousal as she sat on his lap, wetting her diaper, her nipples stiffening in spite of herself, a quiet moan betraying her. She had never felt so exposed. She was playing a dangerous game, and suddenly she wasn’t sure if she was going to win. Sam’s hand remained on her diaper, his thumb rubbing in slow, lazy circles. She knew he was enjoying her submission, the way she squirmed and whimpered. It was what he wanted, what he had been waiting for all night, but as much as Emily thought she wanted to pull away, it felt like maybe she wanted this too.
As they sat on the bench, Sam’s hand grew more insistent, his voice low and soothing as he whispered baby talk into her ear. The world around them faded away, and all that was left was the sound of her own breathing, the crinkle of the diaper beneath her, and the feel of his hand on her. She could feel herself getting wetter, her body betraying her mind. She had always been in charge, the caretaker. How pathetic was she now, stifling a moan in her pissed pampers?
Sam’s other hand reached up and tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear. “Look at you, all wet for Daddy,” he murmured, his thumb brushing against her cheek. Her skin crawled, but she forced a giggle, leaned into his embrace, her pulse racing. She had to admit, the feeling of his hand on her diaper was doing things to her she hadn’t anticipated. Her body was responding in ways that both disgusted and excited her, and as she found her hips bucking in rhythm to Sam's ministrations, she feared she might not be as in control as she thought.
As if on cue, he stopped. "I think that's enough for now," Sam announced, shifting her off his lap.
Emily felt her body protest as the thumb circles stopped. She didn't dare look up at Sam, afraid her face would give away the conflicting emotions swirling inside her. Instead, she nodded meekly, playing her part to perfection. She stood, her legs wobbly, her cheeks smoldering, and lowered her head. "Thank you," she murmured.
"Um," he began, his voice dropping out of the put-on 'daddy' voice he'd adopted during their date, "Would you like to continue this back at my place?"
Emily's heart hammered in her chest. Yes. So badly. "Actually, I think I'll just go home," she said, her voice small. "I'm feeling a bit overwhelmed." It wasn't a lie.
Sam's smile faltered for a moment, but he quickly recovered. "A-am I doing okay?" he asked.
Emily forced a smile, her heart racing. "You're doing great, Sam. It's just..." she took a deep breath, trying to find the right words. "It's a lot, you know?" Another not-lie.
Sam's expression softened, his eyes searching hers for any sign of distress. "You're okay?"
Emily nodded. "Yeah, promise."
Sam looked at her with a mix of disappointment and concern. "Okay, Em," he said gently. "I'll walk you back to your car."
Emily nodded gratefully, taking his offered arm. The sound of the distant traffic and the rustle of leaves were a stark contrast to the intimate bubble they had been in. Her heart felt heavy, a confusing mix of relief and regret. She had played her role too well, hadn't counted on her own body betraying her. The warmth of his arm around her felt safe, but she knew she needed to break away before she lost herself within his care.
When they reached her car, she leaned into him. "Thank you for understanding," she whispered.
Sam nodded, kissing her forehead. "I just want you to be happy, Em."
Emily felt a pang of guilt, looked up into his eyes. He was cute. Sweet. He'd make the perfect baby one day. "Thank you," she murmured, sliding into her car. "I'll text you tomorrow?"
Sam nodded, his eyes a little sad. "Okay, little one. Drive safe."
Emily managed a small smile before she started the engine. She pulled away, watching him in the rearview mirror as he waved goodbye. She felt a strange sense of relief mixed with a hint of disappointment. She had enjoyed the evening more than she thought she might. In a way, though, it just reminded her of Brynn. Is this how Brynn felt in a wet diaper? Did she look up at Emily and see those hungry eyes she saw in Sam? How did Emily's hands feel, caressing her princess parts in slow circles through her diapers?
Slinking out of her dress and crawling into bed in just her wet diaper, Emily could barely keep her hands to herself. Her heart raced as she felt the sticky warmth between her legs, the outer plastic shell of her diaper crinkling with every move she made. Closing her eyes, she imagined herself plunging fingers into Brynn's warmth, the way she used to. But it was Sam's voice she heard whispering sweet nothings, his thumb making those circles she hadn't been able to resist.
The next morning, Emily woke up to the sun peeking through her curtains. She lay in bed, the cool dampness of her diaper clinging to her. "Blegh," she muttered as she shimmied it off her hips and kicked it to the floor.
After a quick clean-up, she made herself breakfast, her mind racing with thoughts of Sam and her plan. Despite the awkwardness of the evening, she couldn't deny the excitement that had built up in her. The thrill of the chase was intoxicating. One day his cute hiney would be in diapers. And she would squeeze it.
Emily decided to start small, sending him a text message. "Thank you for a wonderful night," she typed with a smile, adding a heart emoji for good measure.
Sam's response was quick. "You're welcome, my little angel. Did you sleep well?"
Barf. Emily bit her lip, contemplating her next move. "I did... It was the first night I've ever spent in diapers." Another truth.
Sam's response was immediate, his excitement palpable through the screen. "Really? Did you like it?"
Emily took a sip of her coffee, the sweetness of the cream and sugar doing little to soothe the bitter taste in her mouth. "It was... interesting," she replied, playing it safe.
"Would you like to try it again tonight?" Sam asked, his excitement clear. "We can watch a movie, snuggle up, and I'll keep you nice and dry."
Emily felt a flicker of doubt, but she pushed it aside. "Okay," she texted back with a smile. "You come to my place? I've got... supplies." She added a winky emoji and hated it immediately.
Sam's response was a series of happy emojis. "Can't wait to see what you've got in store for us!"
Emily felt a twinge of sadistic glee. If only he knew.
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After a shower, Emily appraised the different diapers and baby outfits she had spread across her bed. She frowned, picturing herself wearing each outfit. They had been so perfect for Brynn. She was so adorable and innocent. But on Emily, these stupid baby outfits were party store costumes.
Her phone buzzed with a notification, pulling her out of her thoughts. It was Sam, eagerly confirming their plans. She had to admit, his excitement was infectious.
"See you at 7," she typed back, her pulse quickening before returning her attention to the outfits before her. Pinching the fabric of a fuzzy onesie between her fingers, she wondered for a moment if she should answer the door all dressed up, or if she should start 'big' and let the night progress from there. What was more babyish? Enthusiastically diapering yourself for a guy, or allowing him to diaper and regress you?
"Pick your poison," she muttered to herself, unfolding a fresh diaper. It was better to keep as much control as she could. She was wearing a diaper on her terms. Right?
Emily settled on a pair of white ribbed cotton pajamas with a subtle teddy bear pattern. They weren't necessary babyish, but they would be comfortable for movie night. And she knew Sam would like them anyway, because these were the same pajamas she loved to dress Brynn in. The sheer pajama bottoms hugged and accentuated the bulky diaper underneath. Nothing was left nothing to the imagination. Brynn was always so embarrassed and squirmy when Emily pointed out the diaper's decorations through the fabric. She was especially embarrassed when Emily traced the blue wetness indicator. Emily caught herself daydreaming before finally getting dressed.
Looking in the mirror, she grimaced. "I look ridiculous."
Saved, or maybe screwed by the ringing doorbell, she took one last glance in the mirror, adjusted her pajama bottoms, and headed to the door.
Sam's eyes widened when she answered the door, the excitement clear on his face. "Wow, Em," he said, stepping inside, "You really went all out."
"I hope you don't mind that I dressed comfortably," Emily said, too shy to look him in the eyes, retreating back into her apartment before any neighbors saw.
She turned around to lead Sam to the living room, where she had set up the couch with a mountain of blankets and pillows, a perfect spot for their cuddle session, but before she could take two steps she felt a finger hook into the waistband of her pajamas, stopping her in her tracks.
Sam's eyes had never left her, his gaze lingering on the visible bulge of her diaper. "You look seriously adorable," he said, his voice thick with anticipation.
In spite of herself, Emily smiled, feeling her cheeks color. It was strange to hear him say she looked adorable when she felt anything but. She gave him a peck on the cheek before dragging him by the hand to the couch, patting the cushion. "Come sit," she urged, her voice sweet and coaxing. "It's Fantasia. It's smart adult classical music junk for you, but still Disney for me. Sound good?"
Sam eagerly took a seat, his hand immediately reaching for her diapered bottom. "That's very grown-up of you, Em. And we don't want that at all," he said, his tone gently chastising. "We'll need to nip that behavior in the... butt!"
He swatted her bottom. It was playful, but a little firm. Emily was shocked at first, but recovered quickly. "Meanie!" she shouted, whopping him with a small throw pillow.
"That's better," he chuckled, rubbing in his hand through the thick padding around her bottom, his fingers travelling wherever they liked. It was strange, having him be so overt about it. With Brynn, it had been a gentle dance, a shared secret that grew into something beautiful. This was nice in its own way, upfront, unashamed. It felt good to be desired.
Emily leaned into him, playing her part with surprising ease. She had never been one for physical contact outside of her caregiver role, but she found that she didn't hate it. His hand grew more insistent, his fingers dipping under the waistband of her pajamas to feel the plastic beneath. She allowed it, her breath hitching slightly.
They watched the movie, Sam's hand never leaving her diaper. Emily felt a strange sense of comfort, his warm touch a balm to the ache she'd been carrying for months. Her mind wandered, thoughts of Brynn slipping away as she focused on the here and now. She had to admit, she liked the way Sam looked at her, the way he treated her like a delicate, precious little thing that he could devour at any moment. She would be sure to return the favor.
During 'The Sorcerer's Apprentice,' Emily found Sam's fingers snaking inside the legband of her diaper. She pretended not to notice, not to hear his patient sigh. "Em," he whispered, doesn't all this water make you feel like using the potty?"
Emily watched the brooms on screen dumping endless buckets of water and swallowed a laugh, turning to look at him with feigned innocence. "I'm sorry..." she said quietly, nuzzling her face into his shoulder. "It's just hard for me to let go." Another not-lie.
Sam nodded, his hand moving to her shoulder, giving her a comforting squeeze. "It's okay, baby. We'll take care of that pesky potty training soon enough."
Emily wanted to roll her eyes, but instead closed them, focused on the task at hand, tried to loosen the iron grip her pelvic floor had on her bladder. This was the part she'd have to play, just for a little while. Get vulnerable so he'd drop his guard. She took a deep breath, willing her body to cooperate...
"Sam!" she finally squeaked, her voice pitched up, arch.
Sam's eyes lit up, his hand immediately going to her crotch. "What's the matter, sweetie?"
"I'm... peeing..." she admitted with some effort, her cheeks burning.
Sam's expression shifted to one of pure excitement. "Good girl," he said, his voice low and filled with approval, his hand slowly working itself up and down the warm padding, pressing it gently back up against her.
Emily felt her body betray her once again, responding to his touch, to the wetness of warm urine spreading under his hand, to the feeling of her wet diaper pushed back up against her, rubbing her in all the right places, her cheeks burning with a mix of embarrassment and growing arousal that she tried to stuff back down where it came from.
"I'll change you once the movie's finished, okay?" Sam whispered into her ear, his breath hot against her skin. Emily nodded, her eyes glued to the screen, trying to dissociate. That's some other embarrassment of a girl on the couch, dressed like a baby, pissing in her pampers. Not her. The sound of orchestral crescendos filled the room, covered the sound of her crinkling diaper as Sam fondled her through it, and Emily bit down on her lip trying to fight back the inevitable. All it took to send her over the edge was his other hand brushing her stiffened nipples through her pajama top and kissing the crown of her head.
Emily felt the climax first as a tightening in her belly, the hear of her own arousal spreading outward, making her squirm and whine. "Fffff-fuck!" she whispered out through her teeth. Coming in her diapers was not part of the plan, but instead of stopping, she was helpless but to lean into it, bucking her hips into his hand.
Sam chuckled, his hand slowing its stroking to gentle pats. "What big feelings for such a little girl!" he murmured, kissing her on the head once, twice, three times more, softly kneading her breasts as Emily limply basked in the afterglow.
Her mind reeled. That wasn’t supposed to happen. She had never been into this kind of thing, but here she was, panting in a puddle of her own making. It was like her body had a mind of its own, a treacherous little minion eager to betray her. As if on cue, another trickle of urine escaped into her diaper.
Sam's hand stilled on her chest, his thumb tracing the outline of her nipple through the fabric. "This is a little backwards, Em, but... can I kiss you?"
Emily's cheeks flushed, but she nodded, leaning into his gently parted lips. The kiss was gentle and sweet, a stark contrast to the depraved situation she found herself in, even as she felt his tongue snake its way between her lips. When he pulled away, his eyes searched hers for any sign of regret. She offered a shaky smile. "Thank you," she murmured.
Sam couldn't help but laugh, "'Thank you' is a new one."
Emily felt a strange warmth in her chest, his laughter infectious. "Well, you're taking such good care of me."
Sam's eyes lit up at the praise. "It's what I'm here for, Em," he said, leaning in to kiss her forehead. He looked up at the glowing television as the credits rolled. "Would you like a change? I bet that diaper is positively icky."
Emily felt her face burn again, but nodded, standing up unsteadily. She could feel the warm weight of her diaper clinging to her thighs, the padding at her crotch clumping up and falling out of place. It was not meant to hold up against what it had just experienced.
She led Sam to her bedroom, where she had laid out a changing pad, wipes, baby powder, and an array of diapers. She lay down on the pad, her heart racing as Sam hovered over her, his excitement palpable.
He looked around the room, taking stock. "Nice setup," he mused. "Lots of amenities for a little girl who says she has a hard time using her diapers..." He shot her a glance, his eyes sparkling mischievously.
Emily's stomach tightened as she watched him approach, his hand reaching for the waistband of her pajamas, tugging them down to her ankles, revealing a swollen white diaper covered in alphabet blocks. This was it. He was about to see the inside of her rather well-used diaper. Another rung down the ladder she'd fall. What an embarrassing excuse for a woman she must look like right now.
"Let's get you clean," Sam said, his voice gentle and soothing. He untaped the diaper with surprising care, and she felt the cool air kiss her skin as she lay bare before him. She couldn’t help but feel exposed, vulnerable, and utterly humiliated as the smell of her own urine hit her nose. She cringed internally, but Sam didn’t flinch, he just took her hand and whispered sweet nothings, his eyes never leaving hers as he began to wipe her down with the other. The sensation was strange, both intimate and degrading. She tried to remember the times she'd done this with Brynn, but the shock of the cold wipe made it hard to concentrate. For a couple reasons.
Emily felt her resolve wavering all over again. This little shit she was indulging in was all just an act, right? Just a way to get what she wanted in the end. But the gentle way he touched her, the way he talked to her, it was... nice. Too nice. She was going to the dark side, and needed to put her foot down before she went feral. A feral little diaper baby.
Sam's eyes grew serious as he pulled the diaper away from her, revealing her... well, everything. He paused, looking at her, really looking at her. "You know, Em," he said, his voice low and sincere, "You're the first girl who's ever done this with me... I've been really worried that I'd fuck it up."
Emily's heart twisted in her chest. "I couldn't ask for a better guy," she assured him, her voice softer than she had intended.
"Am... am I doing everything that you want?" he asked, his eyes searching hers for approval.
Emily nodded, the cloying irony washing over her. Yes, Sam, you're doing everything that I want to do to you.
"I like it more than I expected," she said. Yet another not-lie.
Sam's smile was pure sunshine. "Good," he said, his thumb tracing the curve of her hip bone. "I want to make you happy."
Emily felt a strange mix of emotions—excitement, guilt, and something that felt suspiciously like affection. "Sam, can you tell me more about why you like this?" she asked, genuinely curious.
Sam looked thoughtful as he picked out a new diaper from the stash, a candy-themed one. "It's hard to explain," he said, his cheeks flushing.
"Well, what's your favorite part?" Emily urged, her voice gentle.
Sam took a deep breath, his eyes focused on the diaper in his hands. "I don't want to sound selfish," he said finally. "It's the diapers."
Emily's eyes widened slightly, her heart skipping a beat. This was her in! Her opening to make the switch! "Why?" she asked, playing innocent.
Sam shrugged, his cheeks reddening further. "It's probably the same reasons you like them, right?"
Fat chance.
"I don't know," she said coyly, wiggling her naked bottom on the changing mat. "You'll have to tell me."
Sam smirked, sliding the fresh diaper under her bottom. "I like how they look, how thick they are," he began, sprinkling baby powder from her navel to her bottom, casually massaging it in. His gentle touch made her squirm. "I especially like how they look on the bottoms of cute little girls like you. The telltale bulky behind of a girl who can't make it to the potty. You can tell because they have a uni-butt!"
"Excuse me?" Emily laughed.
"So like, every butt has a crack, right?" Sam asked.
"A very scientific observation, Mr. Scientist."
"But diapers don't have a crack. So diapergirls have the most obvious diaper butts. It's a uni-butt!" Sam looked proud of himself.
Emily thought for a moment, opening up her mental filing cabinet, flicking open the Brynn folder to the 'hiney' section. "...Oh my god, you're actually right."
"Of course I'm right," he chuckled, lifting up the front of the diaper between her legs, pressing it against her tummy to hold it in place. "And I like how they feel," he continued, his voice dropping an octave as his hands glided over the diaper's smooth plastic shell. "They bunch up between your legs, force your hips apart, crinkle just loud enough... There's no way you're pretending they're regular underwear."
Emily silently nodded, enjoying the pampering as much as she was enjoying reminiscing on Brynn's uni-butt.
"And I like that you can't just slide them on and off." He continued, taping the diaper into place, snugly securing the four adhesive tapes. "You're in these until I let you out."
Emily felt a thrill at his words, "Oh, is that so?" she challenged, a grin on her face.
Sam chuckled, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "You bet it is," he said, patting the front of her diaper, forcing out little clouds of powder. "You can take it off if you want, but naked hineys are much easier to spank."
Emily let out a little gasp. That was a good line! One she'd have to steal and use on her future littles...
"But, of course, good girls like my little Em would never earn a spanking," he added, offering his hands to help her to her feet.
Emily took his hands, letting him pull her up. The fresh diaper felt snug and reassuring, somehow better than doing it herself. As Sam knelt down and adjusted the fit of Emily's diaper. It finally struck her as odd. "You're really good at this," she remarked. "You're too good at this."
"I've had a lot of practice," he said, standing up.
"But you said I was your first little. Which would make that your first diaper change, like, ever, right?"
Sam's eyes caught hers, then darted away, searching her bedroom wall for an explanation.
Emily couldn't help the giggle that bubbled up. Victory. "Saaaam~" she said, her voice gentle but firm, "I want to know everything. No secrets."
"Ugh, Em..." he protested.
"SaaaaAAAaaAaam~"
"Okay," he said, his voice a little shaky. "I've been into diapers for a long time. It's just something that... turns me on." He looked at her, then away again. "Is that... bad? For a... daddy?" The word felt awkward coming from his mouth.
Emily took a moment to process this revelation. "No," she said, her voice surprisingly steady. "It's not bad. It's just different." She took a deep breath. "But we should to talk about this. It changes things."
Sam looked at her, his brow furrowed. "Does it?" he asked tentatively. "Does it change...us?"
"Do you want it to?" Emily asked. She stepped closer to him, her diaper crinkling with each step, and grabbed him by the belt buckle.
Sam's eyes grew wide, but he didn't resist. "I... I don't know," he admitted, his voice wavering.
Emily leaned in, pulled him closer by his belt, and stood on her tip toes to try to close the distance between them. "What happened to mister-in-charge 'daddy' Sam? Where'd he go?"
Sam's eyes searched hers, a hint of fear in them. "He's still here," he murmured, his voice barely a whisper.
She grinned, "Oh, I don't think he ever existed."
Her words hung in the air, the room suddenly feeling charged with a tension that hadn't been there before. Sam's eyes searched hers, a silent question in them, before Emily spun him around by his belt and pushed him backward into the changing mat.
"W-wait! What are you—" he began to protest.
Holding an identical diaper to her own on both hands, Emily simply grinned. "Tell me to stop."
Sam looked down at the diaper, then back up to Emily, his expression a mix of shock and arousal. He didn't say anything.
Emily knelt down and began to undo his belt, shaking her head, clicking her tongue against her teeth, her eyes never leaving his. "Just a big boy playing pretend," she murmured, her voice a low purr. She pulled down his pants, revealing his hardened erection straining against his boxer briefs.
Sam's breath hitched. "Em, I—"
Emily silenced him with a finger to his lips. "Shh," she whispered, her eyes gleaming with mischief. She tugged down his underwear, freeing his cock, and took it in her hand experimentally. This was definitely going to be different than Brynn...
"Now, what do we do with this?" she asked, slowly stroking the length of him. It was a genuine question.
Sam looked down at his exposed member, his cheeks flushing. "I—uh..."
"Total character break moment," Emily began, "what do you normally do with... this?"
Sam's eyes grew even wider as he stumbled over his words, "Well, I-I usually... I mean, I don't know."
Emily chuckled, enjoying this version of Sam so much more. "It's okay baby, you can tell me. No secrets, remember?"
Sam's cock twitched in her hand, and she felt a thrill of power. Little boys were fun. "I usually... I just..." He took a deep breath, "I... jerk off so I can get the diaper on."
Emily raised an eyebrow, "Really?" she asked, her voice filled with mock innocence. "What a naughty boy," she said, stroking him with a bit more pressure.
Sam nodded, his breath quickening. "I'm sorry?" he offered.
Emily's smile grew more playful. "I guess that's just how I'll have to take care of my baby..." She leaned in closer, her breath hot against his skin as she wrapped her hand resolutely around his shaft and tugged it down to the base. His hips bucked involuntarily, and she giggled, enjoying his squirming.
With the confidence of someone faking it 'til they make it, she began to stroke him, her movements slow and deliberate. She watched his reactions, the way his eyes fluttered closed and his breath hitched. It was like watching a butterfly caught in a spider's web, unsure whether it was about to be devoured or simply toyed with.
"Does that feel good, baby?" she asked, her voice a seductive whisper.
Sam whispered out a moan, "I... I'm not a baby." His voice was strained, his body betraying his words with each jerk of his hips.
Emily leaned closer, her breasts pressing into his thighs, her eyes gleaming. "Tell me to stop," she instructed, her hand moving faster, enjoying the feel of his hardness in her hand.
Sam's breathing was shallow. "I can't," he murmured, his hips jerking upward to meet her strokes.
Emily's grin grew wider. "Because why?" she asked, her voice a sultry whisper.
Sam's eyes searched hers, his cheeks red with embarrassment. "Because... it turns me on," he admitted, his voice barely above a murmur.
Emily leaned in closer, her eyes gleaming with victory. "My sweet, bouncing baby boy," she whispered, her hand moving faster.
"Oh my god," Sam muttered, his body arching as he came, spurts of cum landing on his stomach and thighs.
"Oopsie!" Emily announced, shielding herself with the opened diaper, before using it to wipe up all the little messes he made. "Sammy, look what you did!" She teased, feigning mock-disappointment. "We definitely can't trust this pee-pee out of diapers, now can we?"
Sam panted, his body trembling slightly as Emily played with and prodded his softening cock, wiping away the last of his release with the diaper before taping it snugly around his hips. He looked down at the thick padding and then laid his head back on the mattress for a long moment.
"You're a natural," he finally murmured, reaching for her wrist and grabbing it firmly, then holding it aloft like a prize. "In fact!" he began, letting the unfinished thought hang in the air.
Emily flopped down next to him on the bed so their eyes could meet, hers sparkling with mischief.
"What is it?" she asked, her voice innocently sweet.
"No secrets, Em," he said. "That's your rule. Fess up."
"Okay, okay," Emily conceded. As she conjured an image of Brynn, her chest suddenly tightened at the prospect of telling him everything. Like, everything-everything. Maybe she should start small... Parcel out the easy truths before the hard ones. "I did have a little. My ex."
Sam's expression grew serious. "What happened?"
Oh, where to start with Brynn? Emily rolled onto her back and looked up at the ceiling. "I think I smothered her."
"Like... with a pillow?" Sam's voice was a mix of mock shock and horror.
Emily couldn't help the laugh that escaped her before she gave Sam a playful shove. "You're supposed to be daddy, not a Dad!" she giggled. "No, I didn't literally smother her. I just... took care of her too much. She said I just pretended it was all about her, but it was actually all about me."
It took Emily saying the words out loud to another person for the meaning to finally sink in. "Ugh, fuck," she muttered.
Sam's hand found hers, squeezing gently. "Sounds like you've had a lot of time to reflect."
Emily shook her head, taking her hand back. "Not enough..."
Sam's expression softened, "I'm sensing there's more you're not telling me?"
Emily took a deep breath and turned away from him. "I... maybe only dated you as a little because I thought I could get you into diapers." She clenched her eyes shut.
Sam was quiet for a long moment. "Why?" His voice was gentle, but there was a hint of something else. Hurt, perhaps.
Emily swallowed hard and turned to face him. "You looked... nice. You claimed to be a daddy, but I thought maybe I could change you? And I was really fucking lonely."
Sam's eyes searched hers. "So, I'm just Brynn for tonight?" His voice was quiet, the excitement of moments ago draining away as he grabbed the thick padding of his diaper. "Congrats, Em, you did it."
Emily felt the guilt drop through the floor of her stomach. "Wait, please. It's different." She wanted to hold his hand again but was afraid he'd pull it back. "It started out under shitty pretenses. But I want to be honest now! I really like you."
Silence.
"And I didn't know I would... like it so much."
Silence.
"The diapers. The... little stuff. What you do to me in them."
Silence.
"Ugh, my cheeks are on fire."
"So, let me get this straight," Sam said. "You're a mommy. You don't wear diapers. But you saw my dating profile, a daddy, but you didn't believe me, thought you could turn me."
"Sam--"
"We go on a date, you show up in diapers. You pretend to be a little, sit on my lap and pee yourself in public on my command... Stop me if anything is inaccurate..."
Emily felt her eyes welling with tears.
"We schedule a second date, and you answer the door dressed like a toddler at a sleepover. You pee yourself again, and then you are helpless but to come in your diapers in my arms, a pathetic excuse for a woman..."
Emily couldn't help but squirm at his recounting, the truth of it stinging.
"I don't know, I think we're even," he finally said.
Emily sniffled back tears. "W-what?"
"You used me because you wanted a little boy in diapers. Well you got him. But I wanted a little girl in diapers, and I got her too! If anything, I got you better!" He laughed. "You thought you were a big girl who was too good for diapers, and I reduced you to a whimpering little baby who made cummies in her wet diaper in the middle of a Disney movie."
Emily felt her cheeks burn brighter than ever, "Sam!"
"I think your mommy card's revoked, Em," he said, wrapping her up in a big hug and patting her diapered bottom. "You're a much bigger baby than me."
Emily's body instinctively stiffened at first, but as Sam held her, she felt something unravel inside. She exhaled, leaned into his embrace as his hands traced slow circles around her padded bottom.
"Ugh," she groaned, "I hate that I like this so much."
Sam chuckled, his voice a warm rumble in her ear. "You don't have to hate it, Em."
Emily sighed, her eyes closing as she enjoyed the feeling of his strong arms around her. "But what now?" she asked, her voice muffled against his shoulder.
"Hmm... We do need to consider how naughty you've been." Sam's voice was playful, but Emily felt a twinge of nerves at his sudden shift in tone. "You've been keeping secrets that could really hurt some feelings."
"I know," she murmured, her voice small and sincere. "I'm sorry."
Sam's expression grew contemplative. "I believe you, but I think I know the best way to punish you, so that we both know you're truly sorry."
Emily's breath quickened. "What do you mean?"
Sam's eyes glinted with excitement. "Your punishment," he paused for dramatic emphasis, "is keeping things exactly the way they are."
Emily tilted her head. "What?"
Sam smirked, his voice low and authoritative. "You are going to stay my diapered little girl, even though she desperately wants to be a big mommy who's in charge. And I'll be a daddy who wears diapers when you earn it."
Emily felt the air thicken around her, the weight of his words sinking in. "But..." she began, feeling the loss of control she had so carefully crafted.
"But what?" Sam challenged, his voice still gentle but firm. "You said you like it. Deal or no deal?"
Emily bit her bottom lip, trying to process. She felt the softness of the fresh diaper against her skin, the way it held her in place like a warm hug. "I do," she murmured, her voice small. "But..."
Sam leaned back, his hands on her diapered hips. "But what?" he prompted.
Emily took a deep breath, "But what if I want to be in charge again?" she asked, her voice sounding more hopeful than she had intended.
Sam's smile was knowing, "Well, baby, that's what makes it a good punishment," he said, his hand resting around her waist. "You're going to have to earn it back. You need to learn that you can't manipulate your way into getting what you want all the time."
Emily felt a strange mix of anger and arousal at his words. She didn't like being told what to do, but the way he said it, the way he treated her like a child, it was... She nodded, her eyes downcast. "Ugh. Okay..." she murmured.
Sam leaned down and kissed her forehead, "That's my good girl," he whispered, the affection in his voice sending shivers down her spine.
Emily felt a strange sense of submission wash over her, a feeling she hadn’t anticipated. "But how do we do this?" she asked, her voice still a bit shaky. "I don't know how to be... a good little."
Sam's grin was wide, "Tell me about it!"
She scoffed reflexively, before a couple giggles spilled out of her mouth. "Rude!"
"Em, if the two days have taught me anything, it's that you're a fast learner," he said, his voice a warm caress. "And we're in this together. We'll figure it out."
As Emily looked into Sam's eyes, she saw something there that she hadn't seen before—understanding. And something else. A spark that told her he was just as into this as she was.
They sat on the bed for a few long moments, looking at each other with a mix of excitement and trepidation. Sam pressed his forehead into hers, patted her diapered behind, and then rolled out of bed. He stood in front of Emily, stretching, his diaper crinkling with each movement. She very much enjoyed the view.
"Can I use your shower?" he asked. "I've got to get out of this silly thing." He ripped one of the adhesive tapes off his diaper.
Emily nodded, "Yeah, I'll get you a towel. Or..." she paused, smirking. "I could join you?"
Sam's eyes lit up. "Sorry cutie," he replied. "You're in that diaper for the rest of the night. But maybe we can give you a bath tomorrow?" He flashed a shit-eating grin and resumed walking to the bathroom. "I will take that towel, though."
Emily watched him go, feeling a strange sensation wash over her. She looked down at the thick diaper between her legs. It felt wrong, but she couldn't deny the thrill of it either. The reality of what she had tacitly agreed to was setting in, and she wasn’t sure how she felt about it. There was still time to back out. She could just rip this diaper off, kick him out, and be done with it, but as she heard the water in the shower start to run without her, she couldn’t help the anticipation building in her chest.
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"Remember, Em," Sam instructed. "You hold my hand when we're walking so you don't get lost, okay?"
Emily looked back and nodded, grasping his hand in hers, trying to keep the smile off her face. She was getting used to this, the thrill of playing the submissive little girl in public, the thick diaper crinkling beneath her skirt a constant reminder of her role, but she still had to keep Sam on his toes. If he wanted a perfect little angel, he had another thing coming.
The month had flown by, a whirlwind of wet diapers, cute clothes, cuddles and teasing games that had somehow turned into something more intimate than she had ever experienced with Brynn. The lines had blurred, and she found herself enjoying the feeling of being taken care of, even if it came with a side of humiliation she hadn’t signed up for. And... that part was kind of okay, too. Emily relished the scattered moments when Sam would let her return the favor and put him in diapers, but it was always a privilege to be earned, usually by sacrificing some new grown-up part of herself upon the altar of littledom.
Tonight, they were dining at a fancy restaurant, an echo of their first date, but on a much grander scale. Sam was dressed sharply in a blazer and dark jeans, and Emily in a flouncy pink dress with tiered ruffles. The first time he showed her the dress, she could've slapped him, but here she was, feeling like a doll overdressed for the tea party.
The evening was going as expected: Sam was charming the waitstaff, while Emily sat quietly, not speaking unless spoken to. She squirmed in her seat, trying to get comfortable with her legs splayed helplessly apart beneath the table. Because her dress was so full and ruffled, Sam had taken full advantage, stuffing an already thick pink diaper with two booster pads. She pretended to pout at the time, but the mommy in her was impressed and taking notes for her next chance to retaliate.
Sam noticed her stare, the thoughtful look on her face, a knowing smile playing at his lips. "What's the matter, little miss?"
Emily gave him her best pout, "Nothing," she mumbled.
"Come now," Sam's eyes danced with mischief. "Use your words."
Emily rolled her eyes. "I'm just plotting how I'll get you back for this," she murmured, her voice a mix of feigned irritation and genuine affection.
"Oh, you will?" Sam's grin grew wider. "And how's that going to happen, my clever little girl?"
Emily felt the heat in her cheeks, but she was determined not to let him win this round. "I don't know... Maybe I'll leave you a present in my pants for later?"
Sam's eyes lit up. "Careful, Em. Once you open up that box there's no taking it back, babygirl." He leaned back in his chair, watching her with amusement. "You should consider if you want to invoke the nuclear option over getting to wear a pretty pink dress."
Emily stuck her tongue out at him, but her eyes sparkled with excitement.
"Good choice," Sam chuckled, as the waiter arrived to take their order.
He ordered for the both of them, without consulting Emily, which only served to fuel her secret delight. She had grown to crave the way he took small things away, never quite sure what grown-up thing she had once taken for granted was on the chopping block next.
"Remember to sit like a lady," Sam reminded her as the waiter walked away, still in earshot.
Emily grimaced at him above the table, but below it, obediently squeezed her legs together, or at least tried to. With every consecutive little wetting the bulk of her diaper made it more difficult to sit 'lady-like' as Sam had instructed, and he knew damn well. She could feel the heat of his gaze as she squirmed, and the smugness of his smile made it clear he was enjoying her discomfort. But she wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of knowing just how much she liked it too. That was her secret to keep.
The meal was exquisite, each bite a robust balance of flavors that seemed to tease and tantalize her palate. But her mind was elsewhere, focused on the squishy padding beneath her. Every move she made was calculated to avoid any tell-tale signs that she was indeed enjoying her 'punishment'. She had learned to play the part well, the begrudging little girl who just wanted to be in charge again. But as they shared dessert, the sweetness of the chocolate mousse mingling with the faint scent of baby powder that clung to her, she couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment that she hadn't felt in a long time. She didn't notice the glob of chocolate that had missed her mouth until Sam wiped her clean with a napkin.
As they walked back to the car, Emily's hand remained firmly in Sam's, her hips waddling slightly with each step. Drowned out by the sounds of the city, her diaper's subtle crinkling was just for her. She glanced up at Sam, his handsome profile illuminated by the soft glow of the street lights, and felt a strange sense of peace settle in her chest. She let her head fall onto his shoulder.
"God damn it, Sam," she said, quietly, contentedly.
Sam's eyes sparkled with mischief, "What's wrong, baby?"
"I just figured it out," Emily murmured.
"Figured what out?" Sam's voice was low, distracted, as he fumbled for his keys.
"I love you. You've done all this to me and now I love your dumb ass." Her heart was racing.
Sam froze, his hand on door handle. He turned to face her, his eyes searching hers for a long moment. "You love my dumb 'hiney,' you mean," he finally said, correcting her.
He opened the door for Emily, but she saw his grin stretching from ear to ear as she ducked into the back seat.
"I love you too," Sam replied, buckling her up. "But we're going to have to do something about that yucky word you said when we get home."
"Looking forward to it!" Emily called back, trying to hide the quiver in her voice as she watched him shut the door. Out of his eyesight, she buried her face in her hands. She said it! And he said it back! Her chest was tight, but her heart was so full.
The car ride home was quiet, both lost in their own thoughts, their eyes occasionally locking nervously in the rearview mirror. A thousand questions buzzed through her mind. She was an exposed nerve, but in a good way.
When they arrived at her apartment, Sam didn’t even bother to ask if she needed help. He just unbuckled her seatbelt, hoisted her over his shoulder, and carried her up the stairs.
Emily couldn't help but yelp in surprise as she felt the hem of her dress slowly lift and uncover the thick diaper beneath. "What are you doing?" she squealed, clawing her dress back into place, but fighting a losing battle to gravity.
Sam chuckled, his grip firm but gentle as he carried her over the threshold. "Somebody earned an early bedtime."
Emily squirmed, feeling a mix of embarrassment and excitement. "But I'm not tired!" she protested, her voice muffled in his shoulder.
"Nobody said anything about sleeping," Sam said, closing the front door behind them.
This video got my account deactivated and I was a very sad little girl about it. It’s my own fault for posting my soggy woo woo, so I told daddy to give me spankies over his knee before he had big girl playtime with me so I could feel better. Hopefully I censored enough 🙈🙏🏼🙏🏼
Anyways still pretty sad about it. All my blushy confessions about my mami and papi, all the things that I’ve written that my daddy does. All gone 😭😭😭 and no way am I writing it all over wwwwwaaaahhhhhh
Ellie soaked her diaper to the point of leaking in her onesie, even after mama checked in with her multiple times asking if she went pee pee and needed her diapie changed.
But n-nooooooo Ellie didn’t want a change. She wanted to keep working. So she told her mama no every time.
“OMG Trace! you really have put that lazy husband of yours back in nappies! I thought you were joking” Lindsay exclaimed through shock induced giggles.
There, in the doorway of what was once our spare bedroom stood my wife and 3 of her friends. We had met many times in the past at dinner parties, but this time was very, very different. There I was fast asleep on a playmat - my playmat, snuggled up to the giant panda bear my wife mummy had bought me, wearing nothing more than an unbuttoned onesie and a nappy.
“See! I told you it was worth coming back with me. I warned him enough times that if he continued to act like a baby then I would damn well treat him like one so that’s exactly what I did. Plus, this room makes the perfect nursery for little sleepy head here”
“Is…is…has he wet himself?” spluttered Maria as she stared in complete disbelief at what could only be described as an adult sized nursery, equipped with a giant crib, changing table, and supplies.
“Yep - that’ll be the 3rd time today. Nappies his size are expensive and he knows full well that the bathroom is now totally off limits for him. Wet nappies are harmless enough, it’s the poopy ones that take a little longer to change. Now, what d’you say we head downstairs and open that wine! I cannot wait to see the look on my baby boy’s face when he wakes up and I make him ask one of you to change his bum”
You’re standing in the middle of the toy aisle, fingers tracing the edges of a new Lego set, something with spaceships and tiny astronauts, the kind of thing that makes your heart flutter just a little. The box is big, colorful, and promises hours of building, of losing yourself in the click-clack of plastic bricks snapping together. You’ve been eyeing it for weeks, saving up your allowance just for this. But then, your phone buzzes in your pocket, sharp and insistent.
You pull it out, already knowing who it is before you even look. The screen lights up with a message from Mommy, and your stomach does that little flip it always does when she texts you out of the blue.
"Sweetie, diaper check. How are you doing down there?"
Your fingers tighten around the phone. Seriously? You just got changed before you left the house, well, before she left you to go do whatever "big girl stuff" she does. It hasn’t even been three hours. There’s no way you’re soaked. No way you need a change. But Mommy’s rules are Mommy’s rules, and if she asks for a check, she gets a check.
With a groan, you shove the Lego set back onto the shelf and trudge toward the changing rooms. The store is bright and busy, full of shoppers pushing carts and chattering, but all you can focus on is the way your diaper crinkles with every step. It’s thick, the kind that makes you waddle just a little when you walk. You love that feeling, love the way it hugs you, the way it makes you feel small and taken care of. But right now, you’d rather not be reminded of it.
The changing rooms are at the back of the store, past the littles section (which, okay, you might’ve lingered in for a minute or two earlier). There are three changing tables lined up against the wall, each with a little sign that says "For our little customers!" in cheerful, bubbly letters. You roll your eyes but can’t help the way your cheeks warm up.
You step inside, the door swinging shut behind you with a soft click. The room smells like baby powder and plastic, and the fluorescent lights buzz overhead. There’s a big mirror on the wall, and you avoid looking at yourself as you kick off your shoes and fumble with your belt. Your pants are just loose enough to pull down without too much trouble, but your fingers still tremble a little as you tug them past your hips, past the bulky white diaper that’s peeking out from under your shirt.
You take a deep breath and glance at yourself in the mirror.
Okay. So. You do look a little… puffy. The diaper is thick, the tapes snug around your waist, the legs gathered just right so nothing leaks. The wetness indicator is still a bit yellow at the top, though. See? You’re fine. Totally fine.
You snap a quick picture, just your lower half, the diaper on full display, your hands clutching at the edges of your shirt to keep it from riding up too much´, and send it to Mommy. The message whooshes away, and you exhale, already imagining her response. "Good boy, but let’s check again in an hour!" or "Aww, my baby boy’s so cute in his big diaper!"
But before your phone can even ding with a reply, the door creaks open.
You freeze.
A woman steps inside, her hand wrapped around the wrist of a girl who’s dragging her feet, her head ducked down like she’s trying to disappear. The girl is about your age, maybe a little younger, with messy pigtails and a pacifier clipped to her shirt. She’s wearing a pull-up and her cheeks are pink, her lower lip trembling.
"If you can’t keep your pull-ups dry, then I’ll have to think about putting you back into diapers," the woman says, her voice firm but not unkind. "And we both know you don’t want that, do we?"
The girl shakes her head, her fingers twisting in the hem of her shirt.
And then…
The woman’s eyes land on you.
Or, more specifically, on your diaper.
There’s a beat of silence. The girl’s head snaps up, her eyes going wide. You can feel your face burning, the heat creeping up your neck, but there’s nothing you can do. You’re standing there in nothing but your diaper and your shame, and now there are strangers looking at you.
The woman lets out a little laugh, soft and surprised. "Oh! Well, look at that!" she says, nudging the girl with her elbow. "Someone’s already in diapers!"
The girl giggles, her earlier embarrassment forgotten. "Yeah! And they’re, like, super thick!" She points at you, her finger wagging. "Are those the ultra-capacity ones? For heavy wetters?"
Your mouth opens. Closes. Opens again. "I… uh…"
"You look soaked," the girl adds, grinning now. "Like, really soaked. Did you have an accident?"
You want to sink into the floor. No, no, no… you just checked, you were fine, you…
Your phone buzzes.
You snatch it up like a lifeline, your fingers fumbling over the screen. The message from Mommy is short, sweet, and mortifying.
"You are soaked, sweetie. Go find a nice woman to change you."
Thanks @uniquerodent for comissioning this story :)
She heard him before he came around the corner. The crinkling had confused her, it was not a sound she recognized. At least until he had waddled into the room.
Her hand immediately went to cover her smile, and she stifled a laugh as best she could.
"Well?" Her tone giving away her amusement at the absurdity of her new husband in pampers.
"You said make it a big thing, I didn't know what to do!" Embarrassed and more than a little bit humiliated, he responded in a desperate tone.
"I did. You are correct, I never in a hundred years thought this would be your answer, though." She had told him she wanted a sign of his submission to her. A way that she would know he was hers at all costs, never to leave her, never to betray her, a sign that he would follow her lead.
He had decided on diapers.
She sat eyeing him for a moment. Then she rose from the edge of the bed, walked to him. Her hand wandered around his new padding. They idea was endearing itself to her.
He would need her, wholly and completely. He would rely on her, or he'd be stuck. He'd never wander. Who would possibly want this? He'd obey, or he would sit in his own filth.
"Hmmmm, I like it. As of this moment, there is no toilet ever again. Before a change, I must approve, and if I choose to do the change, you will not fight me."
He stood stoic, but his heart sank. Willing sure, wanting no. He had hoped it was over the top, more than she'd ever wanted. That predatory smile, the sultry stance, no she was as turned on as she could ever be.
"Lay down, I have plans, and it is our wedding night after all."
These are some great diaper-manga from the artist Mikuni Atsuko.
Scandalous (Currently 8 parts)
Part 1: https://nhentai.net/g/96356/
Part 2: https://nhentai.net/g/104972/
Part 3: https://nhentai.net/g/125859/
Part 4: https://nhentai.net/g/132698/
Part 5: https://nhentai.net/g/171252/
Part 6: https://nhentai.net/g/191022/
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Part 8: https://nhentai.net/g/195290/
Bedtime Routine
This is how I started my husband's bedtime routine.
He used to stay up late watching tv, but when I started going to bed at ten I told him I couldn't sleep while he was still up. “So, please turn off the tv and go to bed when I do at ten.” After he got used to this routine I would often stay up later and when challenged, I told him that I enjoyed my alone-time after he was in bed.
To prevent bedtime hassles I started telling him to wash up and get ready for bed (pajamas) a half hour before his bedtime. And I did use the word 'bedtime'. He then could come back and watch tv for the rest of his half hour.
The next big change came when I invited my girl friends over for drinks, chips and dip. Since we would want an evening of uninhibited girl talk he would not be welcome around us, so that night his bedtime was to be at eight o'clock. I told him if he tried to stay up later that I would send him to bed in front of my friends. That was enough for him to put himself to bed on time.
There were a few occasions when he argued and even swore at me.
I always became very upset and told him that I would not tolerate that level And he must go to bed immediately!, because 'I' needed a time-out for the sake of our marriage.
When he argues or fights with me before five o'clock I just send him to his room but anytime after five I'll send him to bed. He understands that he's hurt my feelings and the best thing he can do is to do what I say and allow me time to calm down and forgive him.
On nights when I do have to send him to bed early I always go into his room, sit on the side of his bed, lean over and give him a warm hug and kiss and praise him for being so considerate about my needs and that I still love him very much.
You may think that it would be hard to get a man to accept a bedtime routine but I always acted very warmly and asked him to show he loved me by giving me a little alone-time when I need it so we would stay happy together.
Early bedtime wives
