Oh sweetie youâre not going anywhere. Just sit on your playmat and embrace the boredom of being a baby. Entertainment is a pleasure no longer at your fingertips. Youâre an adult baby now. You gave up any say in how you spend your time when you begged me to keep you in diapers 24/7
Youâre sprawled out on the playmat, the soft, padded surface cool against your bare back. The only thing covering you is the thick, crinkly diaper wrapped snugly around your hips, its bulk pressing into the mat as you wiggle slightly. The nursery walls around you are decorated with pastel colors and cartoon animals, a mocking contrast to the humiliation you feel. Youâre not supposed to be here like this naked, exposed, reduced to nothing but a diapered baby. But you begged for it. And now, youâre paying the price.
A faint doubt nags at you as you shift your legs. The diaper feels heavier than it did a few minutes ago, the padding between your thighs damp and clammy. Did IâŠ? You canât remember peeing, but the soggy warmth against your skin tells a different story. A flush creeps up your neck. When did that happen? The uncertainty gnaws at you, but before you can dwell on it, the doorknob turns.
The door swings open, and there they are, Mommy and her friend, both pausing in the doorway. Their eyes lock onto you, and you freeze, your bare chest and stomach suddenly the center of attention. The friendâs eyebrows shoot up, her lips curling into a smirk. "Well, would you look at that," she says, her voice dripping with amusement.
Mommy steps forward, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor. She doesnât even try to hide her laughter. "Oh, she is a baby," she says, as if itâs the most natural thing in the world. "My sweet little girl just loves her diapers. Doesnât she?" She crouches down beside you, her fingers pressing into the dampness of your diaper. The touch sends a jolt through you, and you squirm, but thereâs nowhere to go. "Already wet, I see," Mommy murmurs, her voice laced with satisfaction. "Such a little baby."
The friend steps closer, her shadow falling over you. "Doesnât she mind being⊠you know, exposed like that?" she asks, her gaze lingering on your bare skin.
Mommy shrugs, as if itâs the most obvious thing in the world. "Girls who fill their diapers donât get to be modest," she says, her fingers still pressing into the soaked padding. "Besides, she chose this. Begged for it, actually." She lets out a soft laugh, and you feel your face burn. "Isnât that right, baby?"
Honest, branded, pathetic little baby that you are, you canât help but whimper as you press your sodden diaper against Mommyâs hands, a desperate moan escaping your lips. The dampness clings to your skin, the crinkle of the plastic loud in the suffocating silence. Youâre desperate, Â aching, throbbing, needy but Mommy hasnât let you cum all week, and the denial burns worse than the humiliation.
The friend lets out a low, mocking laugh. "Oh my, look at her," she says, her voice thick with amusement. "Sheâs begging for it, isnât she?"
Mommyâs fingers dig into the swollen padding, her touch maddeningly slow, deliberately teasing. "Such a horny little baby," she coos, her voice dripping with condescension. "But babies donât get to cum whenever they want, do they? No, no⊠Mommy decides when you get your special treat." She presses harder, and you whine, your hips bucking involuntarily. The wetness squishes under her grip, the sound obscene in the quiet room.
The friend crouches down, her smirk sharp. "Sheâs practically vibratin," she observes, her eyes flicking between your flushed face and the darkened diaper. "Does she always get this worked up?"
"Oh, sheâs always like this," she says, her voice laced with satisfaction. "A needy, desperate little thing. But she knows her place, donât you, baby?" Her other hand slides up, her fingers brushing against your bare stomach, the touch featherlight and infuriating. "You donât get to cum until Mommy says so. And right now? Mommy says no."
You whimper again, your body trembling with frustration, the ache between your legs almost unbearable. The friendâs laughter rings in your ears as Mommy finally pulls her hand away, leaving you panting.
Mommy tilts her head, her fingers still resting against the damp, swollen padding of your diaper. Her voice drops to a mockingly sweet whisper. "Maybe⊠if you leave us a nice present in your diaper when we come check up on you next, youâll get to have cummiesâŠ"
The friend lets out a sharp, mocking laugh, her eyes sparkling with amusement as she watches your expression. "Oh my God, sheâs actually thinking about it," she says, her voice dripping with disbelief. "Look at her face! Sheâs considering pooping herself just to get off!" She doubles over, her laughter filling the room as Mommy joins in, the sound echoing off the pastel walls.
You whimper, your cheeks burning, but the ache between your legs is too much to ignore. The thought of filling your diaper, of giving them exactly what they want, just to earn that release, feels both degrading and tempting.
Mommy finally stands, her smirk sharp as she looks down at you. "Weâll be back soon, baby," she says, her voice laced with satisfaction. "See if you can be a good girl for Mommy."
The friend winks at you, her laughter still bubbling. And then theyâre gone, the door clicking shut behind them. The silence that follows is suffocating, the weight of your own desperation pressing down on you. You squirm, the dampness of your diaper clinging to your skin, the crinkle of the plastic loud in the empty room.
With a whimper, you give in.
You squat down, the cool air brushing against your bare skin as you push, your face burning with shame. And as you squat there, small and pathetic, you canât help but wonder: How much lower can you go?
@diapereddoe thank you again for inspring another short story :P
No "ifs," no "ands," no "buts." This isnât a negotiation. This isnât a phase. This is your reality now, and the sooner you accept it, the easier it will be for both of us. You donât get to argue, to bargain, or to pretend this is temporary. It isnât. Youâre here because you need to be here. Because youâve proven, time and time again, that you canât be trusted to manage even the simplest parts of your own life.
So letâs start with the basics.
You no longer wear âgrown-upâ underwear. Those days are over. No more briefs, no more boxers, no more pretending youâre something youâre not. From now on, your bottom is wrapped in thick, crinkly diapers, diapers that will hold everything you canât. And you will fill them. Youâll wet them when youâre nervous, when youâre excited, when youâre just sitting there, squirming in your seat because youâve forgotten how to do anything else. Youâll mess them when youâre overwhelmed, when youâre tired, when youâve had too much to eat and your body decides for you. And you wonât ask. You wonât dare to ask. Because good boys donât ask. Good boys let their caregivers handle it.
And you? Youâre not a good boy yet. But you will be.
You are not trusted to manage your bathroom needs. Thatâs why youâre in diapers. Thatâs why, when you shift in your seat, when you clench your thighs together, when you whimper because you feel it coming and you know you canât stop it, no one will rush to help you. Youâll sit there, your face burning, your diaper swelling, and youâll learn. Youâll learn that resistance is useless. That your body doesnât belong to you anymore. It belongs to us. To the people who know whatâs best for you.
You are not trusted to regulate your emotions, either. When you pout, when you cross your arms and try to look defiant, when you stomp your foot like a child throwing a tantrum, weâll just laugh. Because thatâs what you are. A child. A little boy who doesnât know how to behave, who needs firm hands to guide him, to remind him of his place. And when you cry? Oh, youâll cry. Youâll cry when youâre frustrated, when youâre embarrassed, when you realize just how small youâve become. But no one will comfort you. Not the way you want. Instead, youâll get a pacifier pressed between your lips, a bottle shoved into your hands, a firm voice telling you to settle down. And you will. Because you have no other choice.
You function best when someone else is fully in control. Thatâs the truth youâve been running from. You like it when decisions are made for you. When you donât have to think, to worry, to try. When you can just⊠let go. And thatâs exactly what youâre going to do here. Youâll let go of your pride, your dignity, your silly little delusions of independence. Youâll let us dress you, feed you, clean you up when youâve made a mess of yourself. Youâll let us decide when you eat, when you nap, when youâre allowed to speak. And youâll be better for it. Happier. Because deep down, youâve always known this is what you needed. Someone to take the reins. Someone to remind you, every single day, that youâre not in charge anymore.
You will be changed, fed, dressed, and quieted as needed. Not as requested. Not when you beg. Not when you think youâve earned it. When we decide itâs time. When we say youâve been good enough, or when we simply feel like it. Youâll lie on the changing table, your legs kicking uselessly as we wipe you clean, as we powder your skin, as we slide a fresh diaper beneath you and tape it snugly around your waist. And youâll stay still. Youâll take it. Because thatâs what good boys do.
And humiliation? Oh, sweet, naive thing. Humiliation isnât a punishment here. Itâs a reminder. A reminder of who you are. Of why youâre wrapped in plastic and tape, why youâre drinking from a sippy cup, why youâre sitting in a high chair while the world moves on without you. Itâs a reminder that you donât get to be ashamed. You donât get to be anything but what we say you are. And what we say you are is this: a baby. A little boy who needs to be taken care of. Who wants to be taken care of, even if he wonât admit it yet.
So hereâs your first lesson: Stop fighting it.
The diaper between your legs isnât going anywhere. The bottle in your hands isnât a suggestion. The way the other boys look at you, the way the caregivers smile when you squirm, the way your own body betrays you again and again, none of it is an accident. Itâs design. And you? Youâre exactly where youâre supposed to be.
The nursery was quiet and peaceful in the soft afternoon light.
She lay on her back in the crib, staring up at the gentle spinning mobile above her. The room smelled like baby powder and vanilla, the familiar comforting scent that always surrounded her now. She was supposed to be napping, but sleep refused to come.
Itâs been so long since Daddy touched me like that, the way he used to kiss me hard, the way his hands would slide under my clothes and make me feel like a real woman⊠I miss it. I miss when heâd made me scream with pleasure. She thought, squirming restlessly under the blanket.
Her princess parts were tingling again, that warm, needy ache that had been building for weeks. Daddy still touched her constantly â lifting her into uppies and carrying her around the house like she weighed nothing, kissing her forehead, booping her on the nose, gently rubbing cream and powder between her legs during changes, blowing raspberries on her tummy until she giggled helplessly, cradling her close while she drank her nighttime baba. Those moments made her feel safe and loved, but lately they only made the other ache worse.
She glanced at the closed nursery door. Daddy had put her down for her afternoon nap almost an hour ago, but her body wouldnât settle.
Her hand slipped under the blanket, pressing against the front of her thick, soggy diaper. The padding was warm and heavy from earlier leaks, and the loud crinkle echoed in the quiet room as she rubbed tentatively.
Just a littleâŠDaddy wonât know. Iâll be quick and then I can nap like a good girl. She thought, cheeks already flushing.
She pushed her hand harder against the thick front, trying to reach inside the leg cuff, but the diaper was too bulky.
The crinkles grew louder with every frustrated movement, desperate to scratch her needy itch. She whimpered softly, hips rocking in tiny, desperate circles. The soggy padding squished warmly against her, but it wasnât enough. It never was anymore.
Downstairs, Daddy was finishing up in the kitchen when the doorbell rang. He smiled to himself as he opened the door.
Hayley stood on the porch, looking elegant in her red dress that accentuated her womanly curves in all the right places. She was holding a brightly wrapped gift bag. Her eyes lit up with genuine excitement when she saw him.
âHey there,â she said warmly, stepping forward to hug him. âI brought the ballerina Barbie for her. I remembered her talking about it at the little and caregiver meetups. I canât wait to give it to her! Iâve been thinking about her nonstop.â
Daddy pulled her into a warm hug, lingering just a second longer than friendly. âSheâs going to love it. Come in. Sheâs supposed to be napping, but I think itâs time to wake her up anyway.â
They stepped into the living room. Hayley glanced toward the stairs, her voice bright and eager. âIâm really excited to see her. Sheâs just so adorable. Iâve always wanted a little girl, and the moment I met you both at the caregiver and little meetup Iâve just wanted to scoop her up and feed her a bottle while I rock her to sleepâ.
Daddy smiled warmly at Hayley. âI know exactly what you meanâ.
Then he reached into his back pants pocket to retrieve his phone. âLet me check the nursery camera first. Sheâs been a bit fussy lately about naps.â
He opened the app. The camera feed showed the crib clearly. His little girl was on her back, legs slightly spread, one hand rubbing frantically at the front of her diaper. The soggy padding crinkled loudly with every desperate movement. Her face was flushed, eyes half-closed, paci bobbing, hips grinding against her own hand.
Daddy sighed softly, a mix of fondness and concern. âSheâs supposed to be sleeping right now. This means Iâm going to have a cranky baby tonight because she didnât get her afternoon nap.â
Hayley leaned in closer to see the screen, her expression melting into affectionate delight. âAww, look at her. Someone is a bit fussy in her diapie, isnât she? Poor sweetpea. Sheâs so deep in little space she doesnât even realise we can see her. Sheâs absolutely precious.â
Daddy nodded, watching his baby girlâs hips rock faster. âSheâs been missing our old adult playtime. Iâve been denying her because sheâs just too sweet and tiny for that anymore. I want to protect her, not complicate her.â
Hayley gave him a sympathetic look and placed a gentle hand on his arm. âI went through the same thing with my previous little boy. Once I helped him realise how good his diapers made him feel, he became addicted to his soggy padding for pleasure instead. No more icky adult stuff he couldnât handle. It was the best thing for him.â
Daddy looked at her, grateful. âThatâs exactly where I want to get her. Sheâs not there yet, but I think having a Mommy will help. Co-parenting her⊠two of us to look after her when Iâm at work. She needs constant care.â
Hayley smiled brightly, squeezing his hand. âIâm already wrapped around her little finger. I canât wait to be her Mommy. Letâs go wake up our baby girl.â
Upstairs, she was still lost in her frustration. Her hand rubbed faster against the thick, soggy front of her diaper, the loud crinkles filling the nursery. The pressure was building, but it stayed just out of reach. She whimpered around her paci, hips grinding desperately.
The nursery door opened.
Daddy and Hayley stepped inside.
She froze mid-rub, eyes wide with shock as she saw both of them standing there. Her cheeks exploded into deep crimson. She yanked her hand away from her diaper, but it was too late. They had seen everything.
Daddy approached the crib with a gentle smile, reaching in to scoop her up into his arms. He settled her on his hip, one hand supporting her padded bottom.
âAww, my poor baby girl is feeling all frustrated and horny in her soggy diaper, arenât you, princess?â he cooed, bouncing her lightly. The wet padding squished audibly with each movement.
She couldnât speak. She could only stare back at Mommy Hayley, mortified that this lovely woman from the little and caregivers meetups they had been attending was seeing her like this, flushed, paci in mouth, humping her diaper like a desperate little baby.
âMommy Hayley has come over to play with you today, princess,â Daddy said gently bouncing her some more, his voice warm and reassuring.
âSheâs bought you a present. Would you like to see it?â Daddy tells her excitedly trying to distract her and take her mind off the tingly feeling in her diaper.
Hayley smiled softly at Daddy placing a hand on his shoulder. âAww look the poor girl is still frustrated. She needs to learn to use her diapers to make her feel good, and then she can have her present.â
Daddy looked a little hesitant, glancing at Hayley, but she nodded her head encouragingly. So Daddy began, âOkay princess, Daddy is going to show you what to do with your horniness whenever it arises.â
He turns to look at Hayley and she smiles and walks out of the room without a word.
âWhereâs she going Dada?â She lisped around her pacifier.
âTo get your pillow sweetheart,â he says.
She stared at him confused. My pillow? I donât need a pillow. I already have plenty.
Just then Hayley returns holding a small pink pillow and places it in the middle of the crib. While Daddy simultaneously lowers her onto it so that itâs laying between her legs and her diapered mound.
Her princess parts started tingling again as she felt the pressure of her princess parts being pressed into her soggy diaper and the soft pillow beneath her.
âThis is your humping pillow baby girl,â Daddy says gently. âItâs for you to use to make your cummies. The only way youâre allowed to do so.â
She looked at Daddy unsure, and then at Mommy Hayley, who was now standing close to Daddy â very close â looking at her with a fond expression.
Daddy smiled at her and said, âGo ahead baby girl, do what feels right. Hump your soggy diaper and make cummies for Mommy and Daddy.â
Did he just say Mommy AND Daddy?
She definitely heard him say that, but her diaper was making her too squirmy and her brain had been in a fuzzy daze ever since Daddy stopped looking at her the way he used to when they met.
And now that she thought about it, heâd been looking that way at Mommy Hayley whenever they saw each other at the little and caregiver meet ups.
But with both of them peering down at her in her crib with such love and affection in their eyes, she couldnât even fight it anymore. Her hips began to rock and glide her soggy diaper against the pillow.
âGood girl, that feels wonderful, doesnât it?â Mommy Hayley spoke.
Now completely focused on the warm feeling growing in her diaper and enjoying the bolts of pleasure each movement sent through her with each glide of the pillow. She whimpered behind her binky, finally feeling like she might get the release sheâd so desperately been craving.
Daddy speaks with a syrupy-rich tone, âDaddyâs going to teach you how to have a diapergasm sweetheart and you will become obsessed with it.
âYou see, a diapergasm comes from your princess parts being pressed up against and swaddled by your thick soaked padding, creating wonderful feelings everytime you glide against your pillow. Thereâs no penetration involved and a diapergasm is not only intense but leaves you wanting more.â
The sound of Daddyâs voice mixed with the loud, soggy crinkles coming from her humping as it sped up.
Daddy continues, âA big girlâs orgasm comes from sex with a man. Thereâs penetration and mutual exchange of pleasure. But youâre a precious innocent babygirl and canât handle a big girl orgasm and thatâs why youâll have diapergasms instead.â
Her humping was fast and loud now. The sounds of soggy crinkles could be heard all throughout the nursery. Daddyâs words werenât lost on her.
Iâm never going back. Diapers are my pleasure from now on.
With one last desperate, crinkly thrust into the little pink pillow, she climaxed into the most intense, mind-numbing diapergasm of her life. Her whole body trembled, eyes rolling back as wave after wave of fuzzy pleasure washed over her.
Her brain turned completely gooey, thoughts melting away until all she could feel was the warm, sticky mess in her diaper and the overwhelming bliss.
Daddy and Mommy Hayley watched their little one with soft, loving smiles for what seemed liked forever.
After a few more moments of bliss, Mommy Hayley moved the pillow aside while Daddy pulled out a pair of pink plastic pants printed with nursery animals and easily guided her legs through and pulled them up snugly around her poofy, soggy diaper.
âI was going to change that soggy diaper,â Daddy murmured, kissing her forehead, âbut a nap is more urgent right now, huh my sleepy little princess?â
She could only stare up at them, blinking slowly, suckling softly on her paci.
Mommy Hayley leaned in with a sweet, excited smile. âThose cute plastic pants will ensure you can have a nice nap without worrying about any leakies. Then once youâve woken up and been changed, you can open your present! How does that sound, buttercup?â
It sounded perfect.
Daddy and Mommy slowly walked out of the nursery, switching off the lights. They turned one last time to look at their sleepy little girl, gently humping the pillow even in her sleep as she drifted off.
Downstairs, Mommy and Daddy couldnât stop gushing about how sweet their little one was.
Daddy let out a long sigh. âIâm glad she knows that her pleasure comes from her diapers now. The poor thing kept asking for âbig girl time like we used toâ and I was running out of ways to distract her. Iâm glad she now has a way to scratch that itchâ
He turned to Hayley, eyes full of gratitude. âThank you for helping me do it. I think having a Mommy will be the best thing thatâs ever happened to her.â
Hayley reached her hand out and placed it on top of his. âSheâs as cute as a button and Iâm gonna spoil her rotten!â
Daddy chuckled. âWell wait till she sees the Barbie doll you bought her. Sheâs gonna drag you to every toy store from now on!â
Hayley smiled with a hint of a smirk, âWell Iâm looking forward to every toy store trip with the little cutie pie!â She then moved her hand from where it was resting, on top of his hand, on his knee, and began inching it towards his pants zipper.
She leaned forward and spoke into his ear âIâm especially looking forward to showing you how Daddies have orgasmsâŠâ
âYou see a Daddyâs orgasm comes from sex with a woman. Thereâs penetration and mutual exchange of pleasure but youâre a caregiver to an itty bitty baby girl. You havenât had the touch of a woman in so long thatâs why youâll have me insteadâŠâ
He cut her off by crashing his lips into hers as they both raced to take off their clothes, craving the passionate embrace of another adult.
All the while, their soggy little one slept soundly upstairs, none the wiser to the adult activities happening below her nursery.
âYou donât have to let this ruin your life, baby,â Melissaâs boyfriend said gently. âYou just need to have a new attitude about things.â
âA new attitude?!â Melissa repeated furiously. âLast time I went out with Emily and Janet, I pooped my diaper right in front of them. We were in the middle of the mall, and I let out a massive fart and started taking a dump in my pants while everyone watched. How exactly am I supposed to have a new attitude about that?â
âYou treat it like itâs such a big deal, sweetheart,â her boyfriend said soothingly. âYou never used to take things so seriously. You need to learn to laugh it off when something like that happens.â
âLaugh it off?!â Melissa raged. âEnough people have been laughing at me! Iâm not going to start laughing at myself too! Iâm not a joke! I hate this! I hate being incontinent! I wish Iâd died in that stupid car accident instead!â
âDonât say that,â her boyfriend said sharply, looking at her with deep concern. âDonât you dare say that, darling.â
Melissa felt tears welling up in her eyes. âWhy not?â she demanded, even though she was already regretting what sheâd said. âIt would be better than being stuck like this. I feel like a big fucking baby.â
âYou can still walk,â her boyfriend said. âYour pretty face wasnât injured.â He stroked her cheek with the back of his fingers. âYou got lucky, honey-bee. An injury to your spine like that could have done a lot more than take away your bladder and bowel control. Feeling a bit like a baby is a small price to pay for your life.â
Melissa pushed his hand away. She knew he was just trying to make her feel better, but it wasnât working. âEasy for you to say,â she said, more harshly than sheâd intended. âYouâre not the one who has to wear diapers.â Her thick Pampers crinkled noisily under her jeans as she shifted. Even her baggiest clothes couldnât quite hide the bulge around her waist. Sheâd tried using thinner, more discreet âprotective underwearâ at first, but it had quickly become clear that they werenât up to the challenge of containing all her accidents. Eventually, after leaking on the sofa and the bed and leaving dozens of little puddles on the floor, her boyfriend had insisted on getting her thicker ones, heavy-duty diapers that she had to tape on instead of pulling up her legs. He insisted they werenât the largest size available, but they felt enormous to her. The padding between her thighs had to be three inches thick, and the bulk made it impossible to close her legs. She could never forget they were there, an ever-present reminder of her new status as a grown woman who couldnât control when she peed or pooped. Even as she spoke, her bladder helplessly released a small stream of pee into her pants. Melissa turned even redder than she had been already, and she stomped her foot. âI hate this!â she cried again, cringing at the feel of her soggy underwear.
âHere,â said her boyfriend, taking his phone out of his pocket. He had an odd expression on his face, slightly hesitant, but as if he were steeling himself to do something. âI want you to have a look at this, okay baby?â He held up his phone to her face, and for a few seconds Melissa just stared, confused, at the swirling colours on the screen. What was this supposed to be? Then something seemed to clunk into place in her head, and she felt as though she were falling inside the spiralling lights. Her mouth slowly fell open, and a line of drool ran down her chin.
âI canât reverse your incontinence, my love,â her boyfriend was saying, stroking her hair, âbut I can make it so youâre not bothered by it.â He kissed her cheek. âI promise this is for the best. Youâre going to be a happy, bubbly girl again in no time!â
One Week Later
Melissa, or little Missy as she now preferred to be called, stomped into the living room with a broad smile on her face. Below the waist she wore only her thick, white diaper, and above it she wore a tight, pale blue top with the words âDaddyâs Little Stinkerâ written across it in big, bold letters. She spotted her boyfriend sitting on the sofa, and hurried over to him, but sheâd only gone a few paces when she stopped in her tracks. There was a rumbling noise from her belly. Her mouth formed into a perfect âoâ of surprise as she farted loudly. Then her knees bent, seemingly by instinct, and her face screwed up in concentration.
âWhat are you doing, baby?â her boyfriend asked lightly, suppressing a laugh as he got to his feet and walked over, watching the seat of his girlfriendâs nappy start to bulge out, just as the front darkened and yellowed.
Missy grunted loudly and grinned up at him. âDoing a big poo, Daddy!â she announced shamelessly.
Her boyfriend gasped theatrically. âIn your pants, little Missy?!â he exclaimed in mock surprise. âBut youâre twenty-seven years old! Youâre way too old to be going poo-poo in your pants, arenât you? Canât you use the toilet?â
Missy put her hands to her mouth and chortled through her fingers like a little girl. She shook her head, her eyes sparkling with pleasure at the attention she was getting. She grunted again and her nappy drooped a little more. She pointed between her legs. âGotta diapee, Daddy!â
âI see that, sweetie. But arenât those for babies?â
âUh-hu!â Missy chirped. âI canât control when I go potty, so that makes me a baby!â With one last pouty-lipped, scrunchy-faced look of concentration, she finishing messing herself and straightened up, beaming. Her boyfriend-turned-Daddy held out his arms for a hug, and the infantilized, mind-addled woman toddled eagerly into his embrace. âI love you, Daddy!â she said.
âI love you too, baby girl,â her boyfriend cooed, cuddling her tightly. He didnât mind the yucky potty smell that reached his nose. It was worth it to have his girlfriend happy again. He reached down and patted the seat of her sagging nappy, eliciting a delighted squeal.
âDo you want a change, sweet girl? Daddy will get you all clean again.â
âNo!â Missy whined. âI wanna play!â
âAre you sure, baby? Janetâs arriving to take you to the park in about fifteen minutes, remember? If we donât get you cleaned up now, sheâs going to see you get your messy nappy changed here on the floor. Doesnât that bother you?â
They broke apart, and Missy chortled mischievously behind her hands again, shaking her head.
Her boyfriend laughed. âNo, I guess it doesnât,â he said, smiling indulgently. âYou donât mind if everyone thinks youâre a big baby, do you little Missy?â He reached out to cup the front of his girlfriendâs nappy with his hand. He could feel the warm, heavy wee-wee within. He gave it a little rub, and Missy let out a soft cooing noise. âIn fact,â her boyfriend went on, smirking, âI think you like it, donât you?â
Missyâs eyes rolled back in pleasure and she nodded. It made her feel all tingly. People still pointed at her when she went out in public, but she enjoyed the attention now, and when they laughed at the sight of her diapers bulging under her jeans out peeking out from beneath her skirt, it made her giggle too. She didnât blame them. She knew she looked super silly in her massive Pampers. But there was nothing wrong with being silly. Being silly was fun!
âAlright, little Missy,â her boyfriend said, rubbing the front of her soggy pants harder. âDaddy will give you a little playtime, okay? Then when Janet arrives weâll change your full nappy right here on the floor. Maybe sheâll even help me wipe your mucky bottom!â Missy moaned and started thrusting her crotch against his hand. âYou know how glad she is to have her bubbly best friend back,â her boyfriend continued, âeven if it does mean dealing with your messy bum. And Emily will be round to babysit tomorrow. Sheâs got all sorts of silly games planned.â Missy gurgled happily and humped his hand harder. âSo you donât have to worry about a thing, little one.â He kissed her on the top of her head. âDaddyâs going to make sure that losing your potty training was the best thing that ever happened to you!â
Missy orgasmed in her dirty diaper, and she would have fallen to her knees if Daddy hadnât caught her and held her close against him. As her body shuddered with ecstasy in his arms and she cooed with pleasure, she knew for certain that she was the happiest little girl in the world.
What has been a memorable diapered experience in a public setting?
There was another experience that was also pretty special.
Daddy and I have a tradition of going to the Christmas market every year in the city where we had our first date back then. Of course, Iâm always wrapped up nice and thick in a diaper for this, because a thick diaper doesnât stand out under a thick winter coat. Last year, though, it was a little different. The diaper I got was even a little thicker than usual. Daddy got me dressed, and when I stood up, I waddled more than I walked because it was so thick. I wanted to complain, but Daddy immediately said thatâs just how it has to be and that itâs okay if I waddle. Just before we left the hotel room, I took my pacifier out of my mouth. Daddy grabbed it right away and put it back in my mouth. He then grabbed a protection mask and pulled it over the pacifier, telling me that the pacifier would stay in my mouth just like at home and could only be taken out for eating and drinking at the Christmas market. Since it was the big Rearz pacifier of course, the mask barely covered it. I was about to cry because I didnât want to wear the pacifier and didnât know how to take it out of my mouth without anyone noticing. But Daddy wouldnât change his mind and said the pacifier had to stay in my mouth and that no one would see it for sure. And even if they did, we donât know that person, so itâs not that big of a deal. On our way to the Christmas market, we first strolled through town and stopped by a few stores. Things got pretty awkward when a saleswoman in one store asked if she could help me, and I couldnât answer because no one would have understood a word with the pacifier in my mouth. I just shook my head, feeling quite embarrassed. Even on the way to the Christmas market, I noticed a slight pain in my stomach, but I didnât think much of it. When we finally got to the Christmas market, Daddy bought me a hot cocoa, and it was quite a challenge to take out my pacifier quickly and discreetly. Iâm not sure if someone noticed after all. From then on, my tummy started acting up a bit more. I realized I really had to relieve myself. But I was afraid someone would notice. I started getting a little fussy and tried desperately to hold it in. After the hot cocoa, we wanted to get something to eat. Daddy put my pacifier back in my mouth in a quiet corner, pulled the mask over it, and said it would stay in until we ate. While standing in line at a food stand, I realized that the cramps were getting worse and worse and I couldnât hold it in anymore. Right in the middle of all the people, I completely messed myself. My diaper was already so thick, and then it got really full, too. I was sucking really hard on my pacifier while I was filling my diaper. I had tears in my eyes, and that was the only way I could calm myself down a little. Whether anyone else could see me sucking so hard didn't matter at all in that moment. Daddy looked at me and asked if everything was okay, but I just nodded and didnât say anything. We then spent a really nice evening at the Christmas market, during which I wore the very full and thick diaper the whole time. The more tired I got, the more cranky I became, so Daddy said we should head back now and that it would be bedtime soon. When we got back to the hotel, Daddy undressed me and asked right away if Iâd filled my diaper. I didnât say anything because it was so embarrassing. Daddy then said that while we were waiting in line for the food, heâd thought I had a filled diaper because I was making exactly the same face I always make when I involuntarily fill my diaper. Changing my diaper took longer than usual because it was really full and the mess had spread everywhere. Then I got a fresh diaper and a bottle. After that, Daddy read me a bedtime story and told me that babies who filled their diapers now had to go to sleep.
Later, Daddy admitted that he had given me a laxative beforehand so that exactly that would happen at the Christmas market.
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