ABDL Daddy

A Daddydom that's been around the block for many years 18+ no minors in kink please early 30s   Toronto, Canada

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The Life She Chose

The nanny cam in the nursery caught you prancing around in your onesie, holding onto your stuffy and dancing to the music, not a care in the world. Daddy and another woman, both naked, watched from the master bedroom.

“She chose this over you?” the woman asked.

“No. She chose diapers over ever having sex with me again. A willing cuck. I’m still with her, but I sleep with beautiful girls like you while she plays in the nursery.”

The woman giggled as she watched you dancing and singing.

“That’s so cute. Does she get jealous?”

“Sometimes. She gets embarrassed and horny more often.”

“Her diaper doesn’t look like it can hold much more. It’s really sagging in that onesie.”

Daddy came closer to the monitor and gave a look.

“Nah, she’s okay for one more round,” he said, slapping the woman’s naked ass and kissing her on the neck.

The woman turned around and giggled, and they began making out. She reached down and felt him and they looked at each other.

“This really turns you on, huh?”

Daddy smiled and kissed her. He reached down and felt how slick she was.

“Seems to turn you on, too. Maybe I’ll introduce you after this. You can change her diaper if you’re so worried.”

Daddy and the other woman fell onto the bed, continuing their sexual encounter, while you pranced around and continued your world tour in front of all your stuffies.

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Daddy's Games

Daddy said he could prove that you weren’t a big girl, and you were willing to play along. A bag enema was slowly drained into your bum and you were lovingly changed into some thick padding before being snapped into a onesie. The rules were simple: if you could make it through one of Daddy’s shows without messing your diaper, then he would carry you to the toilet and let you expel your enema there; if not, then, well, you weren’t a big girl.

Daddy carried you into the living room and sat you on his lap, starting his show. You were used to how enemas felt by now, where the tummy troubles would come and go in waves until you were allowed release, but you were determined to win this game, so you focused on drinking from the bottle Daddy gave you.

After the first commercial break things felt like they were going to go in your favor, but then you remembered that this is an hour-long show and you finished your bottle way too quickly. All you could do now is try not to think about the growing emergency in your tummy and not wriggle and squirm in Daddy’s lap. You tried to focus on his show—a show you found enjoyable, but not as much as Daddy did—and couldn’t help but feel the discomfort.

“Are you ok, baby?” Daddy asked, bouncing you on his knee. You whined and he smiled as you fell into his chest. He checked your bottle and, seeing it empty, set it on the coffee table. As the show resumed, Daddy rubbed your back and occasionally patted your bottom and you focused on nothing but your breathing, but you felt the pressure build more and more. Your breathing turned to huffing, and tears started forming at the sides of your eyes. It was no use.

“Daddy,” you whined.

“It’s okay,” he replied, patting your bottom.

You got up and straddled Daddy, facing him, but you shoved your face into the backseat cushions. He rubbed the sides of your torso and you pushed a wet gush into the seat of your diaper followed by a loud fart and a small moan. As you panted before your next wave of release, you heard the second commercial break start. Daddy continued watching TV as you continued pushing.

“All done?” Daddy asked after your grunts became shorter and with longer spaces between them. You pushed your face off the cushion and looked at Daddy, nodding. He smiled and wrapped his arms around you, sitting you on his lap with a stinky squish. It was then that you noticed he had paused the show.

“Open,” he said. You opened your mouth automatically, a learned response, and a pacifier was placed in your mouth.

“I’ll change you after this is over,” he said, bringing you in close and pressed play on the remote. There was over twenty minutes left of the show. He brought you in close and hugged you.

“Told you that you were a baby,” he whispered.

You harumphed behind your pacifier.

“But I didn’t realize you were such a stinky baby,” he said, kissing you.

This time you giggled behind your pacifier. You touched your paci to his cheek, a baby’s kiss, and readjusted yourself, settling in to watch the show with daddy in your messy diaper. Being a baby isn’t too bad, is it?

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A Prank at the Mall

Diaper girl Bree, along with her friends Dani and Ann, all went to the mall. Her friends were kinky and weren’t into abdl, but cool with her kink and didn’t bat an eye when she wore around them.

“I need to go to the bathroom,” Ann said after browsing their first few stores.

“We’ll go with you. At least one of us will go for moral support” Dani smirked.

Bree smiled.

As they got into the bathroom Ann opened the door and stepped aside. Dani swiftly pushed Bree inside with her and closed the door behind her. Ann stood outside and snickered. Inside, Dani locked the door and quickly spun around with a devious grin on her face. Without warning, she threw out her hands lightning quick, grabbed Bree’s skirt, and yanked it down to her ankles. Bree gasped and instinctively tried to squat to pick up her skirt, but Dani grabbed her by her hips and stopped her.

“Uh uh uh Bree, let me check your diaper,” Dani said. She twirled Bree around and Bree tripped over her skirt.

“Here, step out of this,” Dani said. Bree did as she was told and Dani picked the skirt up, then threw it over the door. “Ann, hold onto this for Bree.”

“H-hey!” Bree stammered. Ann giggled behind the door.

“Now, Bree, let’s check your diaper,” Dani said, ignoring Bree’s protests and spinning her around once again. She grabbed the seat of her diaper and squeezed.

“Hmm, not too bad,” she said, before turning her around again and grabbing the bottom of her shirt. “Now let’s get this off of you.”

Bree meekly protested, but soon she was in nothing but her bra, diaper, and shoes. Dani threw the shirt over to Ann. She looked Bree up and down.

“Hmm,” she said.

“What?” Bree managed to muster.

“Take off your bra and give it to me. You don’t need it.”

Bree did as she was told, thinking with her privates over her willpower. Dani took the bra and again threw it over to Ann.

“Much better,” Dani said, seeing Bree’s hard nipples.

She stepped closer and reached around, pulling Bree into her by grabbing her diapered rear end.

“Now, Ann and I are going shopping for a little while,” She whispered in her ear. “You stay right here locked in this stall. We’ll be sure to get you some new clothes to dress you up in.”

She opened the door and Ann smirked.

“Here,” she said, handing Bree a plastic water bottle.

“If you get bored you can always come looking for us, but I don’t know what everyone would think of you crinkling like that around the mall,” Dani said.

Bree blushed.

“See you in a bit, diaper girl,” Ann giggled.

As the two walked out of the bathroom, Bree quickly closed the bathroom stall and locked it. She sat down on the toilet, opened her water bottle, and took a drink. Bree looked down at herself, seeing her bare breasts, thick diaper, and shoes. She would finish her drink and wet this diaper between now and when her friends got back, that much was certain. What she didn’t know is if she had the strength in her to stop from reaching a hand down her diaper to masturbate while other women came in and used the toilet and sinks next to her.

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Daddy's Perfect Pet

First the diapers were just a kinky thing. You and your boyfriend found it to be just the thing to spice up your bedroom fun. You didn’t realize how much you were going to enjoy it, and when your boyfriend decided to test your limits by making you wear some form of protection 24/7, you didn’t protest, feeling that flutter in your stomach. Pull-ups at work and diapers at home turned to diapers full-time, and the rules kept changing as much as your diapers. Pretty soon you were only allowed orgasms in diapers deemed wet enough by your new “Daddy.” But that eventually changed, too. Daddy thought that was too easy. Orgasms were only for dirty girls who loved their messy diapers. You cried and protested but your needs were too great and soon enough you were proudly humping your poopy pampers to completion. The very thought of your next bowel movement had you wet. You even had an accident at work one time, and tearfully told Daddy over the phone in one of the bathroom stalls. He said that he will come over and change you, but you had to be a dirty girl and make stickies in that stall. He listened over the phone as you degraded yourself at your place of work, then made you come out into the parking lot while he changed you in the backseat of his car.

That was when he knew he created the perfect little horny diaper girl. You returned home that night and he told you the new rules: You will no longer be able to come at all, no matter how stinky your diaper. That is, unless you came in front of an audience. Daddy told you that the only way that you would be able to orgasm from now on is by making a mess in your diaper and getting off on the living room floor in front of a bunch of people; maybe your friends, maybe not, all at Daddy’s invite. At first you laughed, thinking it was a joke, but reality sank in and you screamed and cried, saying that would never happen and you wouldn’t do it. Daddy ended your tantrum with a harsh spanking and sent you to bed.

On the first day of these new rules you made your mess and told Daddy, horny and happy for an orgasm. But Daddy held firm, changing you into a new diaper instead of letting you have fun. For the next week Daddy teased you through your diapers and through your diaper changes, making you so horny you couldn’t stand it. After a messy change you leapt into Daddy’s arms and wept, agreeing to put on a show if that meant release.

The next day it was set up. You were upstairs in nothing but your post-work diaper, already wet. You let out one of your signature messes into the waiting diaper, and slowly walked down the stairs. As you walked into the room there were at least five people and your Daddy, who walked over to you, spun you around, and peered down the back of your waistband. Satisfied, he gave your backside a few swats and pointed at the big teddy bear on the floor. Blushing so red you were scarlet, you thought of backing out, feeling all the eyes on you, naked except your diaper. Yes, you thought of backing out, but only for a second. You fell onto the bear and began humping in your messy diaper, groaning, gasping, and moaning until you orgasmed, screaming in sweet release. You lay exhausted and sweaty on the teddy bear for a few moments, ashamed at what you had become, but unable to prove otherwise that you are a horny diaper slut. You would be back for more soon.

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Your New Job

Mommy and Daddy were in the living room talking with their big boy and big girl friends while you sat in the playpen in nothing but your diaper and t-shirt, when Daddy picked you up and sat you on his hip, patting the back of your wet diaper. He set you down on your feet and you had that funny feeling. Mommy grinned and Daddy smiled as you went to the armchair of the sofa and began rubbing your diaper all over it.

“You’re okay with the baby doing that?” One of their friends asked.

“Oh, of course, they do it every day, multiple times a day,” Daddy replied.

“Show our friends your new job, sweetheart,” Mommy cooed, encouraging you to thrust and rock your hips more.

You did as you were told, and Mommy and Daddy explained how phase one of the diaper treatment is to rob you of your continence, which usually makes littles shy and embarrassed of the fact that they were once adults like Mommy and Daddy, but they didn’t want a shy baby. That’s where phase two comes in, where the baby is given suggestions and hypnosis to guide them to an unabashed love for their diapers: from the feel and smells at all stages of use to the sounds of the soft crinkle, and what better way than to allow your baby unlimited orgasms on anything they could hump in the comfort of their own home? The videos you watched referred to this as your “job.” Doing this would make Mommy and Daddy happy, and it certainly made you happy.

You zoned out all of this adult talk, but you didn’t want to. Some faint buzzing faraway in your brain told you that this was going too far, that this was embarrassing for an adult like you, but you kept at it, not only because it felt good but the rest of your brain told you that this is what you have to do and it was okay to do it. You moaned and collapsed over the arm as you completed into your soggy diaper, spent.

Mommy leaned behind her chair and picked out the diaper changing supplies, laying it on the living room floor, getting it ready while Daddy picked you up and lay you on the mat. As the tapes were ripped off that buzzing in your brain returned. There were people here that are going to watch you get your diaper changed and see your privates, it said. Earlier in your training it would have been screaming, but now it was a far-off whisper. Daddy placed a pacifier in your mouth. The buzzing stopped instantly as Mommy continued to change you.

“This is good. It means that we’re almost to phase three,” he said, as you began to drift off to sleep.

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Anna's Diapered Adventures: Library Troubles

Anna waddled into Daddy’s library carrying a glass of water, wearing a light t-shirt, some socks, and her thick, soaking-wet diaper around her hips. She loved going in and perusing all of Daddy’s books, even though some of them were much too dense for her tiny brain. Her favorites were of course the kid’s books, carved out in a little nook just for her. Next to “Kiddo’s Corner,” as they named it, was an expensive wooden desk with a couple of books stacked on top that Daddy had pulled from the shelves to look at. Daddy had recently begun rearranging furniture in the library, making the layout awkward in the meantime. As it stood currently, the desk where Daddy worked was a bit too close to the nook, and Anna had to carefully squeeze between it and a filing cabinet to get to her space.

Knowing her place, Anna fetched a nearby coaster and set her water down on it like a good girl before trying to move through the gap. As she did, she stuck out her bum and bent around the cabinet, but her diapered rear, bulging with pee, hit the cup of water, causing it to spill all over the table and splash onto Daddy’s books.

“Oh no! No no no no no!” She cried, tears forming in her eyes. She began to shimmy out to run to the kitchen and get some paper towels. Daddy met her at the kitchen.

“What’s wrong, princess? Daddy heard you yell and waddle all the way in here,” he said, half-jokingly, half-serious, trying to assuage her frantic nature.

She grabbed the whole roll of paper towels and looked up at him, unsure of whether to just run and try and salvage the books or tell Daddy what was wrong.

“I-I-I spilled water all over the library desk and all of your books!” She stammered.

With that, Daddy sprang into action. “I’ll go get some towels. Quick, get to the library and start cleaning up the spill!” He said, running to the linen closet and giving her wet bum a firm smack to get her going.

After they had cleaned the whole mess up, Daddy carried Anna to the nursery.

“Thank goodness it was just water, sweetheart. You did well to spring into action,” Daddy said, fondling her diapered rear.

“Maybe I should have asked you for a change a bit earlier, Daddy. I didn’t realize how much my butt was sticking out in this wet diaper,” Anna replied.

Daddy chuckled. “It’s Daddy’s job to make sure you’re not in danger of leaking, not yours.”

Anna smiled. “I’m really sorry, Daddy,” she said, hugging him.

“I know, sweetie,” he said, “but—”

There it was. One word that made her bottom lip quiver. Daddy set her down on the ground. Anna looked up at him and tried to hold back tears. She knew what was coming. He began untapping Anna’s diaper as he spoke.

“You know you are not allowed a drink without a lid, honey. This is why we have rules like this, Anna. And because you broke a rule, that means a trip over Daddy’s knee before we get you cleaned up and into a fresh diaper.”

Her sopping wet diaper fell to the floor with a loud thud. Anna was bawling before she was even bent over Daddy’s lap.

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Uh-Ohs

As Emily sat on her blanket while the TV played colorful cartoons when that familiar feeling rushed through her tummy. She got up on her knees and pushed without giving it a second thought, the warmth expanding in the seat of her Goodnite. Feeling much better, she sat back on her heels, careful not to sit on her mess, and resumed watching her cartoons while coloring on the coffee table.

“Little one,” Daddy’s voice cooed, “What’s that smell?”

The cartoon on the screen paused. Emily turned around and looked at him, startled at how close he was. Without giving her a chance to use her big-girl words, Daddy lifted her up and pulled down her sweatpants, revealing her pull-ups, then pulled the waistband back, revealing her mess. Emily squirmed. Daddy sighed, then turns her around to face him.

“Emily, what happened?”

“I had an accident, Daddy. I was watching my show and didn’t want to get up.”

“Come on, little one, let’s get you changed.”

“Nooo,” Emily whined, wanting to finish her cartoons. Daddy picked her up, leaving her sweatpants on the floor by her blanket and toys.

“We’ll get back to your cartoons right away,” he responded as he led her to the nursery before setting her down on her feet. He pulled out her baby wipes, powder, and a diaper instead of another pull-up. She starts to feel big feelings, tearing up.

“I don’t want to wear diapers!” She exclaimed.

“I think it’s a good idea, sweetheart.”

“But I’m a big girl,” Emily whined.

“These are for little pee-pee accidents, not for messy ones,” Daddy says, tugging at her waistband. “Big girls don’t make poopies in their pull-ups. I know you’re upset right now honey, but this is for the best. You’ll feel so much better, and so will Daddy.”

Emily cried but didn’t protest as the pull-up was gingerly slid down her legs. She stepped out of them and stood by, naked from the waist down, as Daddy disposed her soiled undergarment. As she sobbed, she tried to contextualize her feelings of how small and helpless she felt. Emily had messed plenty of diapers before, and messy diaper changes would play as routine. But playing with pull-ups were new to them, and with it, the chance to play as “a big girl.”

Daddy came over and manhandled her, wiping the mess off of her bottom. She felt accomplished playing the big girl, and a part of her knew that making a messy was not a good thing, but she didn’t think one accident would lead her back to diapers. Knowing that she messed up her first time playing big girl humiliated her beyond belief.

Daddy let her cry as she was placed on the changing table. She cried as he applied barrier cream and baby powder. It was when the diaper was pulled up that Emily realized that Daddy never told her of her one-strike messy rule. Sure, he told her when she first slid them on that they weren’t for poopies, but she thought she would get cleaned up and have a new pull-up on in a moment. Yes, she tried being a big girl, but even big girls have Daddy’s that look out for them, and Daddy’s know best. It was never about being a big girl; it was always about being Daddy’s girl.

Daddy helped Emily up and plopped a pacifier in her mouth before wiping her tears away. He looked at her and smiled. She sniffled.

“There’s my baby,” he said. She half-giggled half-cried in response. “There’s no need to be upset. It was Daddy’s fault to try and make you grow up too fast.”

He picked her up and carried her around, gently rocking her back and forth, occasionally patting her diapered bottom.

“All clean. We can try pull-ups again next weekend. Now let’s get you back to your cartoons.”

Emily giggled. Daddy sat her down with a crinkle then filled up her bottle. He took out her paci, set it on the table, and handed the bottle to her.

“Thank you, Daddy,” she replied.

“You’re welcome, princess.”

“Daddy?” she asked.

“Yes, princess?”

“I love you,” Emily said, before placing her bottle to her lips.

“I love you, too, Emily,” he said, kissing her on the forehead.

Emily pressed play on the remote and lay down on the couch with a crinkle, but she didn’t last very long, as all that crying during her diaper change tuckered her out. Daddy came in a short while later and, seeing his sleeping beauty, turned off her cartoons and pulled a blanket over her. He kissed her forehead again and moved a tuft of hair out of her face. “Sweet dreams, baby.”

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Morning Constitution

Drowsily, Anna stared at the mobile above her head. A few moments ago, she found the pacifier that fell out of her mouth while she slept and suckled. She looked over from behind the bars of her crib at the grinning cat clock on the wall. 6:07 AM. Daddy wouldn’t wake her until 9 AM on weekends. She looked at the cat, smiling at her, and groaned, turning away to face the wall her crib was up against. Under the blanket her diaper, yellow and swollen from last night’s bedwetting, forced her to splay her legs as she lay on her side.

            Normally, Anna would simply close her eyes and drift back off to sleep in this situation, but a rumbly feeling in her tummy forced her to stay awake. She had been rocked awake by this sudden pressure not fifteen minutes ago and it now felt like it was ready to burst at any moment. As another cramp hit her, she moved into a fetal position. In an effort to relieve some of the bloat, she pushed out an airy fart, reverberating through the thick padding of her diaper. She felt her anus contract as the last of the gas escaped.

At least this will get my messy out of the way for the rest of the day, she thought, suckling on her pacifier. She tried to think of what she ate yesterday and why the urge to go was so strong and then her entire body shivered. Anna knew that there was not much time left now. Getting out of the crib was a hassle, not to mention against the rules, but the thought of doing this business on the potty crossed her mind. She knew that there was no use in that, and fighting against the almost unbearable pressure in her bottom for a few more hours would only make her more uncomfortable, not to mention impossible to achieve. She quickly got up and assumed a squatting position. Her hands curled around the bars of the crib. She gave her pacifier another suckle and looked at the clock one last time. It read 6:08, taunting her.

A sudden terrible spasm in her gut caused Anna to wince behind her pacifier. She gave a slight push and a mess erupted out of her bottom and into her overnight diaper, sliding up the front and back of her thick undergarment with undignified gurgles and farts. It continued, uncontrollable and uninterrupted, for five whole seconds.

With the first round over, Anna grunted, breathing again. She knew that what she had just left in her diaper would be impressive on most days, but she sensed more to come, so she gingerly readjusted herself, getting on her knees while still clutching onto the crib bars. She leaned forward, resting her forehead between two bars, and pushed again, sending another sizable, but shorter, wave of mess into her already loaded pampers. She pushed three more times to be sure she has been fully emptied, but each subsequent grunt produced less and less until all that was left was a wet fart.

“Whew,” Anna said from behind her pacifier, both from the stench and from the amazement of the prodigious load she just expelled. She looked over at the mirror in her room, moving her backside so that she could assess the damage. Miraculously, it looked like it would hold: the water she expelled was soaked by the padding and the leak guards held the solids in place. Still, to be sure, she reached out between the bars of the crib and grabbed a disposable pee pad, which she unfolded and placed on the mattress.

As she sat down she moaned from behind her pacifier.

“Fuck that feels good,” she said to the empty room.

Thank God Daddy isn’t here, I’d have soap in my mouth after saying that no-no word, she thought, giggling and gently rubbing the front of her diaper.

You know, a real baby would be wailing her head off after making a messy like that. I bet if I cried, Daddy would come and change me right away.

Anna gently rocked back and forth against the squishy mess, rubbing her diaper. She looked at her two big stuffies in her crib, Mr. Roo the kangaroo and Stufflestiltskin the bear. By her pillow laid the little rabbit, Hoppington, that she cuddled with at night.

But I’m not a baby. I’m a filthy little girl who messes her diapers and gets turned on at the thought of it. I’m a dirty adult woman who sees nothing to cry about over a poopy diaper.

Anna reached out and grabbed Stufflestiltskin, draping the pee pad over his body and straddling him.

Sorry for the smell, old friend. Mr. Roo is too new to risk a few brown stains. But you’ve been here before, and you have to admit how much fun this can be.

It didn’t take long for Anna to hump to an orgasm, and with all of the exertions coming from her lower half this morning it was a wonder that she could move Stufflestiltskin out from under her, throw a blanket over herself, and grab Hoppington. She fell back asleep quickly at 6:15. The whole ordeal taking nine minutes.

Daddy immediately noticed the smell upon entering the nursery promptly at 9AM. He looked over the crib bars at Anna, laying on her stomach, pacifier out of her mouth and resting next to her on the pillow. A small puddle of drool was by her lips. He gingerly pulled back the blanket, revealing her warzone of a nighttime diaper. He chuckled at the pee pad underneath her sleeping waist, knowing that his little girl was resourceful and didn’t want to disturb Daddy. He checked Anna’s diaper for leaks and, finding none, gently patted her backside, stirring her awake.

“Wake up, sleepyhead,” he cooed.

“Daddy,” she said sleepily, rubbing her eyes.

“Looks like you had a productive night, huh?”

Anna blushed, remembering. She started to get up on her knees as Daddy unlatched the crib bars and slid them down.

“I made a messy at 6:08 this morning,” she declared. Daddy laughed as he took her in his arms and moved her to the changing table.

“Is that so? I couldn’t tell by the smell.”

Anna blushed crimson. He sat her down on the changing table and she crinkled her nose.

“Anna, you could have yelled for Daddy and I would have changed you right away. I will always change a messy diaper—especially one this bad—if you have tummy troubles in the crib,” he said, taking off her t-shirt. “But I also like that you can wait in a messy diaper. It shows that you really are a big baby.”

The two laughed.

“Hmm We’re not going to be taking off this messy diaper in here though. Let’s get your butt in the shower, because this is a biohazard.”

“Daddy,” Anna whined. She giggled as Daddy helped her slide off of the changing table. Anna waddled to the bathroom, and Daddy grabbed some baby wipes to help with the changing before joining her.

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Show Off

Daddy placed you in your new-fangled car seat in the trunk of his SUV with a splurt of your saggy wet diaper, facing the back window. It was an overcast Saturday morning. The seat was something special, Daddy had been so excited from the moment he ordered it. It securely locked you in tight and cradled you in such a position that had your hips slightly angled, like a true baby. Daddy brought the seatbelt over your head and clicked it into place between your legs. The harness would have been tight against your thick diapers had they been dry, but your soaked padding swelled out and around the lock.

You placed your hands on the two straps at your shoulders as Daddy looked at you. He saw the apprehension and worry in your face.

“What’s wrong, pumpkin?” He asked. You couldn’t tell if there was genuine concern in his voice or if it was dripping with sarcasm.

You locked eyes with him for a second but then averted your gaze and looked down at yourself. You saw your diaper and your t-shirt and frilly socks and said nothing.

“Nervous?” he asked, stroking your cheek and moving your hair out of your face.

You nodded, trying not to cry.

“Aww, it’s okay, sweetie. There’s nothing to worry about. Daddy will be with you. Here, suck on this to calm you down.”

He placed a pacifier in your mouth. You took it dutifully but didn’t look at him. He kissed your forehead and closed the door to the trunk. You felt the SUV rock as he got into the front seat and tried to turn your head to see him, but you couldn’t because of how bulky the carseat was. You began to suckle as Daddy took you off to your destination. It helped a little as you watched the house get smaller as Daddy drove further away.

You arrived at an empty parking lot fifteen minutes later. The car seat had a way of humming with the car and the road and it kept you stimulated as your diaper pressed against the harness. Daddy killed the engine as he parked and you two waited in silence. You watched as two more cars showed up as you suckled on your paci. They parked opposite you on the other side of the parking lane, their trunks facing you. You heard Daddy get out of the car and watched behind the window as he met with two other male drivers. They all shook hands and went to their trunks.

Daddy opened the trunk and smiled at you. You smiled back weakly behind your pacifier and felt the butterflies in your tummy again. He unbuckled you and felt your diaper as you looked beyond him and saw two other women in diapers in exactly the same predicament as you.

There were two ways to lock you into your new car seat. The first was what you were driven here in, but the second brought a bar down across your midsection onto the and another, smaller harness across your midsection to lock you into the seat again. Your diaper was now fully exposed to anyone who wanted to take a look.

As Daddy pulled out the mittens from your diaper bag you felt hot. Your pulse started racing as you dutifully let him slip them on. You kept suckling on your paci to calm you down but your tummy was all butterflies.

Slowly, a group of men and women came into the parking lot and made their way to the babies. They cooed at them and the diapered girls squirmed and blushed. You looked over and saw a blonde woman in a beige jacket and jeans that accentuated her legs and butt just right, sipping on a coffee. She was walking with a man you assumed to be her husband. You knew instantly that this was the woman you would always pass on your morning runs, smiling at each other, and now she knew your little secret. That you were just a baby.

She recognized you, but didn’t make a big fuss about it. The group of three Daddies and about eight or so visitors all stood in the middle of the three SUVs, talking about each of the diaper girls as if they weren’t there. After a few minutes, your “running partner” pointed over at you with the coffee cup in her hand.

“So is this your little one?” She asked Daddy.

Daddy led her and her partner, along with a few others, over to you.

“Yes it is, isn’t she precious?”

It was all too much. That feeling in your stomach descended lower. You closed your eyes and pushed out a big messy load into your already-used diaper. Tears streamed down your face as the car seat pushed your mess up the front and back of your diaper. As you inhaled you dropped the pacifier out of your mouth and started crying like the baby you were.

“Aww, poor baby needs a diaper change,” Daddy said as you continued to wail. He moved the diaper bag over and unfolded the changing mat, then unbuckled you and picked you up and lay you down on it with a squish. You continued to cry as you heard the tapes of your diaper rip open and the smell fill the trunk. Men and women crowded around you to watch Daddy clean you up and change your diaper.

“I found her paci,” your running partner said to your Daddy, handing it to him. He placed it in your mouth, and it softened your crying to small mewling. You looked up at the crowd and saw their faces, blurred by your tear-stained eyes. They took pity on the baby. Your running partner found your fake keys in the diaper bag and rattled them over your head, cooing you.

Soon enough, Daddy had fastened the tapes on your new diaper, disposed of your old diaper, and cleaned his hands. He pulled out a bottle for you and placed it in your mittens, and you began to suckle as he picked you up, cradling your diapered bottom. He walked you around with the rest of the group as you sniffled and rubbed your eyes every now and then. You looked over at the two other diapered women and they looked resentful of you.

After a few minutes, everyone began packing up and Daddy placed you back in the car seat. Your running partner and her boyfriend were the two lone stragglers. You stole glances at her legs and butt in her tight jeans, thinking how most weekends Daddy would never allow you to look that grown-up, and even if he did let you try to slip on a pair of skin-tight pants, he wouldn’t let you wear skimpy panties. Nope. Just thick crinkly diapers for you to use until bursting. The thought caused you to blush, and to get out of your headspace, you tried to listen to their conversation with Daddy as you finished your bottle.

“Oh, I catch her on my runs all the time, she’s really fast!” she said.

Daddy laughed. The three continued to talk for a few minutes. You couldn’t catch much, but at the end the boyfriend asked something, pointing at you.

“Oh, it’s very easy. She’s just shy. You get used to it, but in private it’s a different kind of fun,” Daddy said.

The boyfriend looked over at your running partner and she blushed and put her head down, smiling coyly.

“Remember: Baby steps,” Daddy said. They all laughed.

“We’ll talk,” your running partner said as Daddy shook their hands. She looked over at you and waved.

“I hope to see you soon!” she said to you. You hesitantly waved a mittened hand back and dropped your empty bottle as Daddy walked over to you.

“Okay, let’s get you home so we can watch some TV and snuggle, my little cuddlebug,” he said, packing up some things and making sure you were secured in your car seat.

“You made quite the impression on everyone here today! Another little girl called you a showoff for making such a big stinky.”

You blushed. He chuckled and placed the pacifier back in your mouth.

“And it looks like you made a new friend. Well, an old friend, apparently. Shannon really wants to hang out.”

With that, he closed the door. Your running partner—Shannon—wants to hang out? To do what? Talk about running? Or does she want to wear diapers too? Does she want to babysit? Do the other diaper girls not like you because you made such a messy? As Daddy drove out of the parking lot you had forgotten about all of the embarrassment and instead had loads of questions that you couldn’t wait for Daddy to answer.

[rotten-apple-juice]

Mommy's Little Fun

“Have you noticed how worked up the baby has been lately?” Daddy asked Mommy after getting into bed.

“No. What do you mean?” Mommy replied.

“Well, she’s been fussy all week. Crying and whining and whatnot.”

“Oh, she’s just a baby, she does that all the time.”

“Well, she’s also been moaning loudly whenever she makes a mess, and that groan she makes when she sits in it…” he said, trailing off.

Mommy laughed. “She likes her diapers messy. Always did.”

“But even her wet diapers. I had to spank her twice this week because I caught her rubbing. And when I just changed her into her nighttime diaper she was bucking her hips like a wild woman. She’s usually so well-behaved. It’s not like we’re depriving her of her orgasm schedule.”

“Hmm. Maybe we should hold off on giving her release for another week then. I was reading online today that an orgasm detox works wonders on subs.” Mommy replied.

“Are you sure? She’s due for her release tomorrow,” Daddy reminded her.

“Deathly sure. Maybe another two weeks.”

“Ok. We can reward her with double the fun then.”

“No!” Mommy replied curtly, “That reinforces the idea that orgasms are a reward, which makes her want more. We need to teach the sub that she’s a sub. Orgasms aren’t necessary. If she wants release she’s not been properly detoxed then, has she?”

Daddy looked at Mommy quizzically. “No, I suppose not,” he replied.

Mommy shut off her reading light and lay on her side, looking away from Daddy, who did the same.

“It’s going to be more of the same horniness from her for a good bit, but don’t tell her what we’re doing. Remember, we’re the adults,” she said. He grunted in response.

Mommy closed her eyes and smiled a devious smile. While Daddy was at work, Mommy played with the baby. She rubbed her charge’s diaper, made her edge on the side of her playpen, and all manner of naughty and devious things. She would cuddle next to her and watch regular vanilla porn with the adult baby, reminding her that this is what adults do, but since she’s stuck wetting and messing her thick crinkly pampers, she can only imagine. But her favorite thing to do was to strap the princess’s hands to her crib bars and make her watch as Mommy undressed and pleasured herself to the diapered woman’s frustrations, then make her lick mommy’s wetness off her fingers when Mommy was finished. Daddy would come home and Mommy would make out with him, setting her off. Mommy drifted off to sleep thinking of the fun she was having at her ward’s expense.

No. The baby wouldn’t learn to be content with the lack of orgasms. She would be hornier than ever.

[rotten-apple-juice]

Months-Long Punishment

Imagine a punishment with no pain. You would be treated as nothing more than an infant for a few months. Your caregivers would keep you on a schedule for food, naps, burping. They wouldn’t allow you to walk, or even crawl for long distances. The potty wouldn’t be seen at all. Your toys would be soft, and if you talked, the adults would coo and respond like you were saying nothing but baby babble. All of the media you watch would be little Einstein, dancing fruits and vegetables, anything befitting a curious little mind. There would be no stories, because you wouldn’t be able to follow them anyways. Playtime would be peekaboo and silly faces. All your responsibilities would be eating, sleeping, and using your diapers like the cute little baby you are. I’m sure there will be a few tears from frustrated tantrums, but your big will hold you and pat your diapered bottom until you were soothed, telling you it’s okay to cry. You will be brought back to sniffles and know how much you’re cared for (and maybe a diaper change will be in order). Sure, you would have to catch up on a lot of news once you are let out, but wouldn’t it be fun to be punished for a few months?

[rotten-apple-juice]

Playdate Punishment

Tiffany’s Daddy was tired of her antics. She had invited Anna to an afternoon matinee and lunch with a little playdate at their house. Anna’s Daddy taped her into a nice white diaper and stuffed another two into her backpack for the day out, along with some changing supplies before helping her into some loose-fitting jeans with an elastic waist and a hoody for the chill. Tiffany and her Daddy picked her up and the two women sat in the back of the big SUV. Dressed in a skirt and a long-sleeved shirt, Tiffany lifted her skirt on the drive and showed Anna her goodnite underneath, professing to be a bigger girl than Anna. Or, at least a girl that could be trusted to not have too big an accident at the theater. The movie went fine, but afterwards Tiffany almost had an accident and had to run to the restroom. Strike one for her.

            Tiffany and her Daddy played a less-gentle form of ageplay, high on public humiliation and more aggressive punishment than Anna was used to. Not that Anna wouldn’t get into trouble from time to time, and not that her Daddy would be lenient on his punishments, but the center of their kink was not on punishment.

            At the car Tiffany’s Daddy pulled them both to the side of his SUV.

            “Let’s check your pull-up, Tiffy,” he said, moving for her skirt.

            “No, Daddy,” she protested, pushing her hands down to her skirt hem and moving a half a step away.

            Tiffany’s Daddy gave her a very stern look. Anna gulped. He looked over at her.

            “Anna, honey, can you be a good girl and let me check your diaper?” He asked, softening a little at her. Anna nodded in response.

            With that consent, Tiffany’s Dad had Anna raise her hoody above her waist. The parking lot was empty, but that did nothing to stop Anna’s heart from beating faster. Tiffany’s Dad undid the drawstrings of her jeans and slid them down, letting them fall to her ankles. Her diaper exposed, he felt for wetness in-between her thighs, then spun her around so that she faced the car and felt her bottom. Satisfied, he patted her diaper.

            “Good girl. A little wet, but your Daddy puts you in good diapers. No need for a change. Pull up your pants, sweetie,” he said. Anna quickly complied, and his eyes immediately went to Tiffany.

            “Your turn, Tiffy. See how good Anna was for me?”

            Tiffany blushed and raised her skirt, exposing her pull-up. Something in the back of her mind confused her. Was she less humiliated than Anna because she wasn’t wearing such an obviously thick, white, infantile undergarment? Or was she more humiliated because she was supposed to be the big girl role model and show Anna how a good girl does not make Daddy mad?

            Tiffany’s Daddy fondled the crotch a few moments before sticking a few fingers into the leakguards of her goodnite.

            “Didn’t quite make it, huh, Tiffy?” He asked, rhetorically. “No matter, most of the pee went into the potty. Ok, you two. Let’s get some dinner.”

            Dinner went well. Both of the girls ordered chicken tenders and giggled while they talked about the movie and Tiffany’s local park, but it seemed like Tiffany drank an awful lot of water and juice. When it was time to go, Daddy asked her if she needed to use the girl’s room, but she declined. Strike two.

            On the ride home, Tiffany felt squirmy, and her eyes went wide when she realized that they weren’t taking a direct route home.

            “Uh, Daddy, where are we going?” She asked.

            “The park, babygirl. I thought it would be fun to show Anna, considering how excited you were talking about it,” Tiffany’s Daddy replied, pulling up to the playground parking space.

            “Oh,” was all she replied, as Anna unbuckled her seatbelt.

            The two played for about fifteen minutes when Tiffany crossed her legs on the swing set and abruptly stopped. Anna noticed and slowed down herself.

            “Are you OK, Tiffany?”

            “I gotta go potty real bad,” Tiffany squeaked out.

            Tiffany’s Daddy was playing on his phone on a nearby bench across the playground. Anna noticed that the bathroom was behind him.

            “Go on, I’ll wait for you,” she smiled at her.

            Tiffany gingerly got off and was about a third of the way from her Daddy when she stopped and crossed her leg. With a spasm, her bladder gave way, uncontrollably filling her goodnites.

            “Eep!” Tiffany cried out, causing her Daddy to look up. When he saw the scene, a look of disgust swept over his face.

            What only Tiffany knew was that she had peed her goodnite in the restaurant, and her already soggy pull-up quickly overflowed, streaming out of the sides and down her legs, pouring in a puddle at her feet and splashing on her socks and shoes.  Anna got off the swing and started towards her, sympathetic at so big an accident. Tiffany’s Daddy only watched until he felt that she was finishing up.

            When she was finished, she looked up at her Daddy with pleading eyes. Strike three.

            In an instant, her Daddy was upon her, even though Anna had started to go to her friend earlier, he was quicker, and closer.

            “I’m sorry Daddy,” Tiffany cried, tears in her eyes.

            “Sorry? Why didn’t you go to the potty at the restaurant when I asked you?” her Daddy fumed.

            “I thought we were going right home!” she pleaded.

            “Obviously a big girl would have never taken that chance. A big girl would have never pottied so much in her pull-ups, either,” he said.

            He grabbed her forearm and yanked her towards the bench, sending her to the ground with an “oomf,” her skirt flipping up and exposing her wet pull-up. This made her Daddy angrier. He grabbed her forearm and yanked her again.

            “Come here, I’m tired of this,” he said, loud enough for anyone around to hear. He dragged her to the bench and sat down, pulling her across his lap, ignoring her crying and whimpering. Anna stood frozen in shock, but her princess parts grew warm at her friend’s embarrassment.

            Tiffany’s Daddy lifted up her skirt again, revealing her soaked goodnite. He inspected her skirt and noticed the wet marks with a tisk, then squeezed her swollen undergarment, causing it to leak more. Tiffany sniffled silently.

            “Anna, honey,” he said, shocking her out of her daze, “Can you run to the car and get your diaper bag for me?” He asked kindly. The car was parked about thirty yards from the swing set, so she did not have to run far.

            Anna nodded in response, and Tiffany’s Daddy opened the car with the keys as she ran to the car as fast as her wet diaper could carry her. She heard the smacks of his hand on Tiffany’s ass as she got to the car she smiled, biting her lower lip and squeezing her padded crotch, turned on. Anna grabbed her diaper bag and ran back to the bench, the spanking still going strong.

            Anna stood holding the diaper bag as she watched her friend get her spanking, wailing in public, unaware that she was causing a bigger scene. Tiffany’s pull-up was pulled about midway down her thighs, and the sides had ripped a bit. The blistering went on for another three minutes before her Daddy stopped. He moved her off his lap and had her kneel over the bench and walked over to a nearby tree, grabbing a small branch that had fallen to the ground. Seeing this, Tiffany immediately started bawling again, tears streaming down her cheeks and snot from her nose. Still, she didn’t move, and Daddy swatted her twenty times with the switch.

Anna hated punishments, but she stood in ecstasy watching, waiting for her next instructions. Watching stirred something in her. Being babied and teased was what she liked when she was the subject, but she didn’t know how much she enjoyed seeing women in pain. Her body peed in response.

When he finished, Tiffany’s Daddy came over to Anna and took the diaper bag, patting her on the head in thanks. He pulled out a changing mat and laid it down on the bench, then picked Tiffany up and placed her on top of it. Tiffany sniffled as he took out one of Anna’s pristine, thick, white diapers. She started to whimper again as he began fluffing it.

“I should have never listened to you. Diapers every time we go out now, no excuses. We’ll try potty training again in five months or so, stupid girl. Now we have to borrow one of Anna’s diapers because of your carelessness.”

A spasm went through Anna when he said Anna’s diapers.

After he cleaned Tiffany with some baby wipes, her Daddy grabbed some diaper cream and liberally applied it to her red bum and princess parts, then sat her back down on the open diaper. As he powdered her, two girls, perhaps college-aged, walked up the street from the direction of the bathroom. They seemed curious, as if they heard Tiffany’s wails not moments ago and went to check it out. Anna wasn’t sure that Tiffany’s Daddy noticed. He began to tape her into the waiting diaper.

“This is what bad girls like you who can’t be trusted to use the potty get. Diapers.”

The loudness of his voice made it all but certain that he did notice the couple and wished to humiliate his ward further. As if she’d been here before, Tiffany covered her face with her hands.

“If you were a good girl like Anna here you wouldn’t be in this situation, young lady,” he said, placing the last of the four tapes onto her and rubbing them with his thumb. “And you’re not getting your skirt back.”

The onlookers moved closer now upon hearing this. He dropped her skirt into a side pocket of the diaper bag and stood her up, inspecting his diapering job, checking the seal and pulling up the waistband. The onlookers gawked then whispered to each other in shock, but they kept walking, albeit slower than before. Tiffany’s Daddy placed her used pull-up in her hands.

“Go throw this away then come back here.”

Mortified, Tiffany did as she was told as her Daddy placed the changing supplies back in the diaper bag. She kept her head down as she passed Anna all the way to the trash can, not too far from the two girls. As she was throwing it away, one of the girls yelled out.

“If you ever need a babysitter, give me a call!” and the two cackled.

“Wait right there, Tiffany,” Daddy shouted back, “Do either of you two young ladies have a pen?”

One of the girls whispered into the other’s ear. “Yeah!” she shouted back.

“Write your number on Tiffany, I’ll call you!”

The girls couldn’t believe it. Tiffany, utterly humiliated, walked over, sniffling, on the verge of sobbing again. One of the girls pulled out a marker. Tiffany pulled one of her sleeves up and offered her forearm.

“Wait,” the one girl said. “Write it on her diaper.”

The two snickered and forced Tiffany to turn around. The girl wrote her number at the top of her back waistband, then sent her back to her Daddy, who waved goodbye to them.

As this was happening, Anna sat down on the bench and crossed her legs, squeezing her wet padding between her thighs and rocking back and forth at the humiliation. Her flush face was only a few shades lighter than Tiffany’s, and she was unbelievably horny. She was thankful that the girls did not know that she was diapered, in fact they barely paid attention to her, and that her Daddy would never force her into a situation so public and so brutal, but witnessing it firsthand was almost too much. When they forced Tiffany to turn around Anna rocked and came in her diapers. Tiffany’s Daddy turned around as she stifled a moan and looked at her, smiling. As the waves of pleasure still rocked over her, he smiled knowingly.

“Are you OK, Anna?” he asked.

“Yes sir,” she replied.

“You’re a good girl, aren’t you, Anna? I know that. Nothing like this will ever happen to you, but you can hang out with us and watch anytime.”

“Thank you, sir. I had a great time today,” she managed, blushing.

As Tiffany approached, her Daddy opened his arms to her and she was enveloped in them. He rubbed her back and then gave her newly diapered bottom a few pats. When they broke out of the hug, he turned her around and pulled out his phone, adding the name and number of the girl into his address book.

“Now what do you say?” He asked.

“I’m sorry for pretending to be a big girl and not going to the potty on time and embarrassing you, Daddy.” Tiffany replied.

“And what about Anna?” he asked.

Startled, Anna stood back up.

“I’m sorry I wasted our playtime by getting in trouble.” Tiffany said.

“Is that all?” her Daddy interjected. She looked at him quizzically, and he mouthed “diapers.”

“Oh! I’m sorry I lied to you about being a big girl and had to use one of your diapers,” Tiffany said.

“That’s OK, Daddy always packs one or two more than I always need,” Anna said. The two hugged.

Satisfied, Tiffany’s Daddy checked the time.

“OK girls, not much longer, then we have to head home. Go play, little ones,” he said, giving Tiffany a few pats on the rear. Anna was shocked that he was going to continue this humiliation, but the two college girls were gone and they were once again the only people in the park.

The two went for the playgym, Tiffany crinkling, no longer sniffling, and Anna slightly waddling. They climbed on the monkey bars and ran around a few times giggling until they climbed to the top of the gym and “hid” from their caretaker at the top by the slide. Tiffany gingerly sat down and winced, then splayed her leg and palmed her white diaper, gripping it and moaning.

“Was all that too much for you?” She asked Anna after a moment.

“Tiff, I can’t believe you do all that,” Anna said, truly amazed.

“Well, my Daddy’s told me about some of your Daddy’s dinner parties, so I think you’re just as depraved,” Tiffany chuckled.

“No way. I’m vanilla compared to what I just witnessed. Tiffany, you made me come when you went over to those two girls.”

“Oh yea?” Tiffany smirked. She leaned over and raised Anna’s hoody up, revealing her the drawstring to her pants. Seductively, she pulled the knot out.

“Pull down your pants for me. I want to see that wet diaper on you again.”

Anna complied, face flush again. She pushed her pants down to her ankles and splayed her legs as best she could. Tiffany reached into her crotch and grabbed the wet padding, squeezing it. Anna made a noise and nervously laughed.

“Check the back,” she said, getting on her hands and knees and presenting her diapered ass to her friend. Tiffany squeezed and gave a few playful swats to her butt. Anna laughed. She then turned around and sat back down, less gingerly than Tiffany, and leaned against the side panel next to her. She put her hand between Tiffany’s legs and massaged her diaper. Tiffany reciprocated.

“So is your Daddy going to call that girl?” Anna asked.

“Probably text her. I was shocked she said anything. We might meet up and he might humiliate me in front of her. She’s got some spunk, but I don’t know if she has what it takes to be a babysitter.” She laughed.

“And your punishment? Is it really going to be five months?”

“Oh Yea. 24/7 diapers, even at work. But what are we doing, talking about that? Our daddies aren’t here.” Tiffany smiled seductively. The two leaned in for a kiss and they began making out. Not ten seconds later, however, a booming voice from the bottom of the slide interrupted them.

“Anna, Tiffany, time to go home,” Tiffany’s Daddy said.

Anna broke from Tiffany. Their heads remained close as they looked each other in the eye.

“Next time,” Tiffany smiled.

Anna smiled back and pulled up her pants. Tiffany slid headfirst down the slide, followed by Anna on her big diapered butt.

“Come on you two, we have to get Anna home and changed before her Daddy comes to pick her up,” Tiffany’s Daddy said as they walked back to the SUV.

            Daddy picked Anna up and they thanked Tiffany and her Daddy for the day, saying that they will host the playdate next time. Anna got into the car seat in the back and looked out the window. Daddy drove off with a beep, and Anna waved at the two.

            “Have fun, kiddo?” Daddy asked.

            Anna looked out the window and watched the lights pass. She weighed whether to tell Daddy about what happened and how it made her feel. She smiled.

            “I had a great time, Daddy, but they really tuckered me out,” she said.

Daddy smiled. Anna closed her eyes. Maybe she’ll tell Daddy all about it tomorrow, just as long as he doesn’t get any ideas.

[femaleledplanet]

[pinkynkinky]

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[rotten-apple-juice]

Grocery Trip

“I’m going to the store to grab a few things, honey, do you need anything?” He asked his girlfriend as he walked into the kitchen.

            She thought for a moment. “We need baby powder,” she replied.

            He stopped dead in his tracks.

            “We?” He asked.

            “I need baby powder,” she blushed.

            “Why is that?” he smirked.

            She stammered, then decided it best not to respond.

            “Is it because you go through so many diapers I can’t keep up? Is it because no matter how often I get you to sit on the potty before diapering you up, you can’t help but wet yourself the minute I tape you in one? That you can’t seem to keep a diaper dry and I have to powder your bottom to make sure you don’t get a rash. Is that it?”

            “Yes sir,” she replied, looking at her feet.

            He walked up to her and kissed her forehead.

            “Can you use your big girl words and tell me why you need baby powder?” He asked, shoving his hand up her skirt and between her legs, playing with her sex.

            “Can you pick up baby powder for me so that I—that I—so that I don’t get diapee rash?” She managed to get out.

            He pulled his hand away and pulled up her skirt.

            “Look at your panties. Are you that excited or did you wet yourself?”

            She looked down at her panties, face flushed, unable to say anything.

            “It’s pretty pathetic that an adult like you gets so horny about diapers so fast. Unless of course you did wet yourself?”

            He let the thought linger, and when she didn’t answer he picked up her skirt and grabbed her hand.

            “Well, I’ll be gone for an hour or so and can’t risk you alone without some protection the way you look right now.”

He led her to the bedroom and pulled out a diaper and changing supplies. She lay down on the bed and surrendered, letting him push up her skirt and pull off her panties, stained and slick with her horniness. He held her legs and slid the diaper under her bottom, then pulled out the powder and shook it.

            “Looks like you were right, baby. I’ll get two bottles. And some Goodnites too,” he said, finishing taping up his girlfriend. She got up and he tapped her bum with a crinkle, kissing her forehead.

            “Fill up your water bottle and relax, love. I want it at least half empty by the time I get back with your baby powder.”

            He grabbed his keys at the door and she came up behind him and hugged.

            “Thank you for getting my diaper supplies,” she said. They kissed.

            “You’re welcome,” he opened the door. “I’m serious about the water. Drink up,” he said as he closed the door.

[rotten-apple-juice]

Bye-Bye Big Kid

Mommy took away all of the special fun you used to have with Daddy. The diapers were the kinky little secret between the two of you, but now they were your only underwear. Anything remotely sexual was confined to embarrassing humpies in well-used pampers under adult supervision. You weren’t even allowed to say the word sex: at their last dinner party Mommy and Daddy made you tell the story of when you woke up in your crib to the sounds of moaning and bed-rocking in the master bedroom and how you had to yell into the baby monitor for them to “stop wrestling.” All of the adults laughed while you blushed, and that’s when Mommy giggled and said that they rearranged the nursery after that so that your crib was on the opposite wall so the noises weren’t as loud.

Then there were the times Mommy cleaned and cooked in just her high heels, lingerie, and apron. She would smile at you as you watched her perfect body in motion, feeling funny feelings in your tummy and diaper. You wondered if you ever looked that perfect, or were you always meant to be a silly diaper baby? Could you even be trusted to wear big girl undies again?

And who could forget the time that Mommy found you rubbing the front of your diaper while looking at porn on the internet? She ripped the laptop out of your hands and had you wait in timeout until Daddy came home. He blistered your butt and made sure not to stop until you were wailing, promising to be a good baby that will never watch no-no videos again.

Then one day they sat you down. Daddy said that Mommy had a good idea for the baby: she had been collecting pictures of women in panties and bras since you always liked to look at Mommy in her lingerie, and the two of them agreed that you were no longer to look at any pictures of naked parts, but you were more than welcome to look at these if you ever had “that funny feeling” again. So that was how it was. If you were horny, you had to go ask Mommy or Daddy if you could open the panty folder. You hadn’t seen a naked person in Lord knows how long, and you hadn’t had sex in longer, but you would take what you could get, even if that meant humping your dirty diapers while looking at the glorified Sears catalog, knowing that this wouldn’t have happened had Mommy never come along.

[rotten-apple-juice]

Playtime Interrupted

You were having so much fun with your old friends—Now your “aunts.” They did such a good job spoiling you with presents at your “second” birthday party, and now you were busy playing board games with them when your former best friend—now godmother—stands up and wobbles a bit, clearly tipsy from the big girl juice you were no longer able to have. She looks over at Daddy and smiles, wrinkling her nose. She grabs her wine glass and walks over to him in the kitchen. You can;t hear what Daddy says, but she replies with “It’s been lingering awhile now.” Daddy sighs and walks over to your game.

            “Hey honey, how about we stop and check your diaper?” He asks.

            Your heart sinks.

            “N-no Daddy, I’m ok, we’re all playing a game,” you reply, annoyed and embarrassed that he would announce this in front of your friends.

            “Honey, you’ve been in that diaper for a long time, I think you might be ready for a change.”

            “But it’s almost my turn! And I’m winning!” you whine.

            “Baby girl, you’re pretty stinky, and your godmother here tells me you’ve been stinky at least since you started this game.”

            “I’m not stinky!” you protest, looking around at your aunts for vindication, more anxiously now. They all look down or away from you.

            Daddy is having none of it. He moves over to you and pulls you up by your arm as you growl in frustration. He pulls down your shorts, revealing your white diaper, then pulls back the waistband and sees the mess between your cheeks.

            “OK, let’s get you changed,” he declares, picking you up.

            You start crying, fussy beyond belief, and your aunts get up and begin to coo.

            “We’re not going to cheat, we’ll wait for you to be all cleaned up,” one says.

            “I’ll come with you, baby,” your godmother says as Daddy carries your wailing butt to the nursery.

            He sets you down, takes off your shorts, and begins changing your dirty diaper, wiping up all of the muck off of your princess parts. Your godmother helping, passing him changing supplies like a nurse does for a surgeon. You eventually stopped crying and started sniffling, knowing crying was no use. Eventually, after many wipes, more barrier cream, and powder, you were taped into a fresh diaper.

            “Doesn’t that feel better?” your godmother asks. You nod and sniffle.

            Daddy picks you up, not bothering to put your shorts back on.

            “Do you want some birthday cake, baby?”

            Your eyes light up and your aunt’s eyes brighten. Smiling, she put her hands together.

“Yummy!” She says

You giggle and squirm, signaling to Daddy that you don’t want to be carried. He sets you down and you run into the living room, diaper crinkling, to announce to your aunts it was time for cake, completely forgetting your meltdown in wanting to finish your game. Daddy sets you in your high chair while all of your aunts and Daddy sit at the table.

After singing happy birthday and eating your cake, they talk about you as if you weren’t even there.

“Will she be in diapers next year?”

“When she first started out, every messy diaper resulted in crying like an infant. I think she’s in toddler stage right now.”

“She’s getting pretty old for diapers though.”

“I think we have two years yet.”

“Until potty training?”

“I don’t know, guys,” Daddy chimes in, “I think she’s a long way from potty training. She doesn’t mind being wet or messy. We may be in it for the long run.”

You blush. They were all right, but Daddy most of all. You loved your diapers too much, and won’t give them up for the world. Not even for a night out with your friends and some big girl juice. After all, they come over and play games with you all the time.

[rotten-apple-juice]

A New Distraction

“Anna, honey, I’m sorry, but I have to send this email out before noon today,” Daddy said.

            “Before noon today, before noon today!” Anna giggled, practically bouncing off of the walls of Daddy’s study.

            He caught Anna in his arms and snuggled her, giving her a few frantic kisses as she squealed in delight.

            “And since you are in such a silly mood, I think I know just the thing to occupy you.”

            “Silly silly girl! Silly girl!” She shouted, throwing her stuffed bunny Hoppington in the air.

            Daddy let it fall to the ground and picked Anna up instead, putting her on his hip and walking out of the study.

            “Wait, Daddy, Hoppington!” She said, concern in her voice.

            “He’ll be fine right there for a little while,” he replied, carrying her to the nursery. He set her down on the changing table, and moved to the closet.

            “Daddy, my diaper is dry,” Anna insisted. This time it was true.

            “I know, Anna. But I think it’s time for us to test out your new toy while Daddy works for a bit” He responded, pulling out what looked like a large black Velcro diaper and climbing equipment.

Anna’s eyes grew wide and her mouth dropped in surprise. He lay her down on the changing table and lifted her ankles, sliding the “diaper” under her, then pulled it between her already padded legs and velcroed it into place before sitting her up. Anna grinned, unable to contain her excitement. With a smirk, Daddy rummaged through one of her dresser drawers and pulled out two mittens, which she accepted without complaint, then he placed a pacifier in her mouth and clipped it to the top of her onesie. With that, he slung the bungee cords over his shoulder.

“Now, can you waddle with me in that big harness to the living room?” He asked.

Anna nodded vigorously, giggling uncontrollably.

Daddy helped her off of the changing table and the pair walk to the living room, Anna moving as fast as she can.

Daddy grabbed a nearby chair and set it right below the support beam. As he stood atop the chair, he slid two tiny, inconspicuous-looking doors in the support beam aside, revealing the true support beam and two eyehooks drilled into them. He hooked the carabiners in place and motioned Anna over. With a boost, Daddy had her stand on top of the chair and hooked the bungee cords onto Anna’s harness. The adult baby bouncer now in place, Daddy wrapped his arm around Anna’s thighs and slid the chair aside, gently guiding her down to the floor. As her tiptoes reached the carpet, Daddy let go.

Anna gingerly took a few light bounces, giggling in surprise. She knew she was going to like this, but she did not realize that she would like it this much.

The TV flickered to life and with a few clicks of the remote, Daddy put on her favorite kid’s show, then stepped over to her in the bouncer. She bounced up and down, giggling and smiling at her Daddy, unable to contain herself. He smiled back and handed her a bottle, then stroked her cheek.

“I’ll be done in a little while, princess, have fun in your bouncer until I get back.”

With the sounds of cartoon characters and his baby girl bouncing with glee filling the room behind him, Daddy closed the study to get some work done.

After she drank her bottle of water, Anna felt the need to pee, and let go into her waiting diaper, pausing her tiny bounces. The pressure that the bouncer put on her privates made her wetting feel even more sensual against her princess parts, and she let out a slight “mmm” at the feeling. She stopped bouncing entirely after she finished and rocked her hips back and forth. After a moment, she stopped herself and took a peek behind her to see if Daddy was around. “Hmm,” she said, placing her pacifier in her mouth.

She began to gyrate again, slowly bouncing as well, getting into a more vigorous bouncing and rocking rhythm, working to hit her private parts just right. It wasn’t long before she came hard, dropping the water bottle and squeezing the bungee cords as waves of ecstasy rolled over her. Afterwards, she relaxed, leaning back a little and sitting down in the bouncer, the harness holding up her limp frame. She stayed like this until the end of the episode playing on TV.

“You sure are quiet, princess. What’s the matter, you don’t like your bouncer?” Daddy asked when he entered the room as the next episode began. He had Hoppington in his hands and danced the stuffed rabbit in front of her nose.

Anna sat up again and spit out her pacifier. “No, Daddy, I love it!”

“Then why aren’t you bouncing?”

“I… I had a bit too much fun without you,” she blushed.

“Well, then I guess the bouncer was a good purchase,” he laughed. “Daddy finished up all his work, so how about we cuddle? Unless you want to show Daddy how much you like your bouncer.”

Anna smiled behind her paci. “How about both?”