I got the idea online, what a fantastic one, right?
What other way to bring my rebellious twenty seven year old daughter, who doesn't listen to me at all, down to earth. Not so tough now are you young lady?
You can leave, but where would you go? Exactly, Shanice. You need me. And from now on you will need me even more when I'm changing your dirty nappies each morning. I'm in charge here, not you, remember that. If you want to keep acting like a child, I will treat you like one, I warned you.
Now get into bed with your teddies. That's the only thing you're sleeping with from now on.
You didn't even catch her cheating. She just blatantly started inviting men over after she had been diapering you for months. And you didn't even fuss...
It was just a little bit of lemonade. Sarah had spilt some on her pants while pouring a glass, but of course her mom didnât understand and jumped right to the conclusion that Sarah had had an accident. She had not had a problem like that in several years, but her mom refused to hear her side and jumped right into punishment.Â
âif you really didnât have an accident, you will have no problem keeping this package of training pants dry then sweetie. If you prove to me you can stay dry then you can have your regular underwear back, but until then, expect to stay in these.âÂ
As unfair as it was, Sarah had to play along or risk making the punishment worst. She headed up to her room and slid on the first pair. It was so embarrassing knowing that she was wearing was was essentially a glorified little girlâs diaper. The padding made a slight sound when she moved and it filled out her pants with a slight bulge. It made her feel self-conscious but it didnât look all that noticeable in the mirror.Â
The rest of the day went on like normal despite her extra padding. Her mother left her alone, and she was able to have a totally average day. When it was time to head to bed though, she decided to use the bathroom before she went to sleep. Of course she was not worried about having an accident, but it was better to be safe than sorry, you know, just in case.Â
As she drifted off to sleep, she had a strange dream. Sarah found herself in a long hallway with a single toilet at the end illuminated by a spotlight. She felt a slight urge to go, so she figured she would just walk over to the toilet. after walking what felt like forever though, it was clear the hallway was much longer than it appeared. Sarah started running for the toilet as her desperation grew worst. With a huff, she finally made it, and slide her pants down to use the toilet just in time. She felt like she was about to burst as she released herself. Thank goodness she made it to the toilet in time!
Sarah was woken by a shout from her mom. She looked at the clock a realized she had overslept. Her mother was planning a trip to the store and Sarah intended to come along. As Sarah rubbed the sleep from her eyes though, she felt something a little strange. There was a bit more weight around her crotch then when she went to sleep. There was also a slight dampness as well. Sarah pulled off the covers and removed her pajama bottoms. there was no way she could have wet herself, but she had to check just to make sure. When she removed her bottoms though she was shocked, The pull-up was swollen and wet. How could this have happened, she had not had a wet night in years. On top of that she couldnât remember having to use the restroom at all, this had to be a prank or something. Sarah decided she would just hide this diaper and put on a dry one so she would not get into any trouble, after all, this was some dumb joke she hadnât really wet the bed like a little girl She laid down in order to pull her wet pull-up off and hop into a dry one, but as she reached down. She was interrupted by the sound of her bedroom door swinging open.
Sarah must have taken too long to respond to her momâs calling in all the shock because her mom had decided to check on her. When her mother entered though all she found was her grown daughter in a flooded pull-up covering her face in shame laying on the bed. Sarahâs face was bright red as she couldnât take the shame of laying on her bed in a soaked diaper in front of her mom.
âAnd you tried to say it was just lemonade yesterday, itâs a good thing I put you in that diaper huh? If you had wet the sheets instead of that diaper you would be in so much more trouble little lady. Well, hurry up, change your pampers and we will head out to the store. We will be sure to make a stop in the diaper isle, you will need more than just a single package of pull-ups as punishment.â
Wetting the bed was embarrassing at first, but now that she was in diapers, Jessica didnât have to worry about that. In fact, now that she wore her diapers 24/7, she never had to worry about using the potty at all.Â
Her younger brother and sister sure got a kick out of seeing their âbigâ sis walking around in a wet and messy diaper all the time, however.
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The early afternoon sun trickles into your room, easing you awake. Your thick diaper crinkles gently as you stretch, your toes rubbing against the railing.
Youâre warm despite not wearing anything but your diaper. Mommy never put you down for naps in anything but a diaper.
You stare at the door for a few minutes, hoping Mommy comes to get you soon. But a delicious smell wafts into your room, setting off an adorable series of rumbles in your tummy. It smells familiar, though you canât place where.
Your hunger gets the better of you. Surely Mommy wonât mind if you get out of bed this one time?
You slowly lower your crib's railing and swing your legs down, not paying the slightest attention to your diaper on the brink of leaking. Your diaper hasnât been your concern for months.
Your diaper crinkles loudly as you head to the kitchen, foreclosing any hope of moving around silently. But it didnât matter. You want to find Mommy anyway.
The delicious smell grows strong as you turn the corner to the kitchen, expecting to find Mommy cooking lunch.
It wasnât Mommy. You stop dead in your tracksâterrified of the woman sitting at the kitchen table. She was the last person in this world you wanted to see.
Especially in nothing but a drooping, soggy diaper.
âHey, buddy! How was your nappypoo? You looked so adorable sleeping in your crib! I can see why you need those diapers! It wasnât that soggy when I checked it earlier!â
You didnât answer. How could you?
âDid you make it stinky? Is that why youâre out of your crib without permission?â
You shake your head meekly.
âWell, just because Iâm not your Mommy doesnât mean your rules donât apply. Are you allowed to be out of your crib?â
You shake your head again.
âNo, kiddo. I asked you a question. Answer it.â
âNo,â you whisper.
She smiles. âThatâs right. You stay in your crib until an adult lets you out. And did an adult let you out?â
âNo,â you whisper again.
âThen why are you out of your crib?â
You shuffle nervously. Your diaper crinkles merrily each time you move.
âDid you smell my famous blueberry waffles?â
You should have known. Thatâs what that smell was.
Five years ago, you woke up to the same smellâthough the circumstances couldnât have been more different.
Back then, she was your girlfriend. That night had been the first time you ever slept together.
âWant some?â she asks sweetly, âI know you love them. Come sit down. Iâll fix you up a plate.â
You donât move. Your eyes never leave the floor.
âNo need to be shy, silly. We can talk about your punishments for sneaking out after you eat. Come on, eat âem while theyâre hot.â
You slowly head to the table.
She playfully pats your diaper as you reach the chair. âThereâs a good boy!â she coos.
A loud squelch escapes your diaper as you sit causing her to erupt in giggles. âStop! Thatâs adorable!â
A plate of blueberry waffles is put in front of you. âOh wait!â she says, âI almost forgot!â She grabs a knife and cuts your waffles into bite-size pieces. âThere, all better! Eat up!â
âIâŠI need a fork,â you ask.
âFork?â she answers cheerfully, âNo, you donât, silly! Just use your hands!â
You sigh, grabbing a piece. Theyâre just as good as you remember.
Last time you had these, you told her you loved her. She did, too. You conveniently left out the part that you were also fucking her best friend.
She smiled as you ate. âYummy, arenât they?â
âMmh,â you answered between a bite.
By the time you finish, your tummy is heavily protruding out. She gasps at the sight. âSo cute, little guy! Much better with a belly full of nummies, huh?â
You look down, realizing what sheâs talking about. You blush deeply, trying to suck it in.
âDonât be embarrassed! I think itâs adorable!â she says, pinching your tummy, âBesides, impressing women should be the last thing on your mind!â
You feel your diaper growing warm, looking down at it reflexively. Your face burns in utter humiliation.
She laughs again. âYou deserve this, you know. You deserve your incontinence. You deserve to lose your adulthood. You deserve never being with another woman in your life.â
A heavy, unbearable silence hangs over the room.
âIâŠ.Iâm sorryâŠâ
âSweetie, I didnât come here for an apology. I donât care if youâre sorry. You got the life you deserve.â
She doesnât give you a chance to explain or argue your case.
âI hope it sucks, little boy. I hope it sucks losing all your freedom and autonomy. I hope it sucks spending the rest of your life in diapers. And I hope it sucks seeing beautiful women knowing youâre nothing but some pathetic baby to them. You thought you were such a big manâŠyouâll never feel like a man again.â
You stand up, wanting to run as far away from her as possible. As you do, your diaper droops dangerously low, stopping you from running.
âWhere do you think youâre going, mister?â
Two minutes later, youâre hiding your face with a stuffy on the changing table.
âWhatâs it like, little one, having a beautiful woman about to touch your special parts?â
She rips your first diaper tab.
âBut knowing it has nothing to do with big boy fun?â
Your second tab rips.
âBecause sheâs not there for your pleasure, is she?â
Your third tab rips.
âNo, sheâs changing your very thick, very soggy diaper!â
Your fourth tab rips.
âYes, she is!â
Your diaper is pulled back, cold air rushing into your exposed parts.
She giggles. âAwwwww, hi little cutie! Donât worry, youâll be back safe in a diaper in a jiffy!â
She grabs some wipes, still giggling.
âIsnât this better than fucking my best friend?â She says wiping you, âI bet it feels so good getting clean!â
She throws the wipes away.
âAll clean! Isnât this better than icky orgasms? Just a few wipes and done!â
She grabs the baby powder, holding a few feet above you.
âTime for powder! Doesnât it smell like babyhood?â
A comical amount of powder is dumped on you.
âI want you to smell soooo clean! Because once the laxatives in your waffles hit, youâre gonna smell like poopy!â
She wipes in the powder.
âDonât look so sad, silly! After you poop your diaper for me youâll get right back on this table and youâll get another few wipes! Isnât that fun?â
She pulls up your next diaper.
âBye bye little guy! Iâll see you in a bit when your covered in poopies!â
She tapes your diaper and pats it proudly. As she does, powder poofs out.
âThere, all clean in a new diaper!â
âCanâŠcan I have a shirt, please?â you ask.
âNo, honey. I think Iâll keep you in just a diaper for now. Especially if youâre due for a poopoo.â
You huff dejectedly but donât argue.
âOh donât pout! Weâre gonna have fun! Your mommy tells me you have the cutest Baby Shark dance! Why donât you show me?â
âIâŠno thank you.â
âI wasnât asking, silly. Besides, you loved taking me to the club! And when are you going to get a chance to dance for a girl again?â
You want to have sex with Mommy? Where did you even hear that word, sweetie? You're far too little for special grownup time.
Don't fuss, baby boy. I know sitting in your soggy diaper makes your prince parts grow big and hard. But you can't be trusted long enough for Mommy to touch you like a big boy! You can barely hold it on the changing table.
We can play pretend, though. Mommy can take off her panties and bounce on the cute bulge in your diaper. Of course, your padding is far too thick to feel my pussy, but you've imagined it enough times.
Just knowing your prince parts are so close to Mommy's pussy is going to make you have an accident, isn't it? Aww, that's okay, that's what your diaper is for.
Maybe when you're potty trained - if that's even possible - you can make cummies inside Mommy. For now, you can practice in your diaper. It's hard to imagine my little man being big enough for that. After all, you smell like baby powder and the front of your diaper is wet - and not because of Mommy. But it's precious that you want to try.
I know you can't hold it anymore, honey. Let it all out. Be a good boy and have an accident for Mommy. You may think that you want to play like the grownups, but Mommy knows this is what you truly want. Nothing feels better than making cummies in your pee-soaked diaper to remind you what a helpless little baby you are. This is what you need. Even if you think it isn't, babies don't get to make choices.
What's with that frowny face, hmm? Look, I got you a yummy ice cream! Aren't you going to thank me for being such a good babysitter?
No? Awww, are you still grumpy because I checked your diaper in front of all those people at the pool? I'm pretty sure they already knew what you were wearing, sweetie. Your Mommy put you in those extra-thick swim diapers for a reason, and it wasn't to preserve your dignity. She told me explicitly to make sure as many people as possible find out you're being diaper punished.
Or is this about the spanking I gave you? Because I did warn you what would happen if you tried to stop me changing your dirty diaper in the ladies' room... Oh well, if you don't want your ice cream, that's fine. I have another, less optional treat for you to enjoy by the pool. Two big boobies full of breast-milk!
