I want to meet a woman who's intelligent, mature, well-adjusted, and funny; with interesting hobbies, healthy friendships, long-term goals, passions, and dreams.
And I want to see her sobbing in confusion the first time she cums in her piss-soaked diaper, wondering how the hell she let me turn her into this.
"You help..." Chloe said, her words trailing off into a meek half-whisper.
She stood there in the doorway, gripping the hem of her sweater with tight fingers. Her eyes refused to meet Paige's.
Paige was sitting in her chair in the reading room, an old, open book in her hands, with the blinds and curtains drawn on this gray, rainy afternoon that would soon bleed over into evening. A small porcelain vase of pink and purple flowers sat on the table beside her. Paige had just moved to turn to the next page when Chloe came into view.
"Everything okay, honey? I didn't quite hear what you said."
Chloe tugged at her sweater, pulling it further down over her leggings. She shifted her feet, staring down at her socks, and taking note of their unusual dampness.
"You... you help, please..."
This time, Paige heard her, and seemed to at once know what Chloe needed. She stood up from her chair and set her book aside, failing to hide the knowing smirk that peeked out from the edges of her lips.
"Of course, honey," Paige said. "Come over here for me, okay?"
Chloe nodded and did as she was told, reluctantly shuffling over to stand before Paige like a schoolgirl awaiting a uniform inspection, one she knew she wouldn't pass.
"Okay, let's see what happened here," Paige said.
She reached to lift Chloe's sweater, and though Chloe let out a soft whine, she didn't protest. Paige lifted Chloe's sweater to assess the damage, and sure enough, she found that Chloe's leggings were drenched at the crotch, and that the stains had spread all the way down her legs, even into her soaked socks.
"Uh oh, sweetie..." Paige's tone was soft, almost melodic, and it soothed Chloe's ears. "What happened, you couldn't hold it?"
Chloe didn't speak. She just nodded, not wanting to admit out loud what she had done. Having to stand there and ask for help like a child was bad enough. She could have gotten changed on her own, could have saved herself this embarrassment, but...
"Tell you what, sweetie," Paige continued. "Why don't we go upstairs and get you out of these wet clothes, okay? I bet they're not very comfy, huh?"
Again, Chloe could only nod.
"Thought so. Okay love, take my hand." She held out her hand like it was the only logical place for Chloe's to go. "I'll take you upstairs and we'll get you some fresh, clean clothes."
Chloe grabbed Paige's hand, and Paige led the both of them upstairs and into their shared bedroom. Chloe stood at the side of the bed, waiting as Paige rummaged through their drawers to find something suitable for the evening.
"Okay, lay down for me, honey," Paige said, and Chloe followed orders like a good little soldier. "Do you want your jammies, baby? We can get you all ready for bed, if you want. Does that sound nice?"
Chloe let out a faint little, "Y-yeah..."
Paige took out a bundle of clothes and set them on the bed beside Chloe, but didn't go to help her into them yet. Instead, the woman's loving gaze turned into one still tender, but also more serious. Chloe's muscles tensed a bit at the sight.
"Now listen, love. I know you're probably pretty embarrassed, and I promise, I'm not mad at you. But I need you to think about something for me, okay?" Paige's more stern look was paired with an equally more firm tone, but just as soon as the seriousness had come, a reassuring and warm smile returned to her face.
"Since you had an accident," Paige continued, "Do you think maybe it would be a good idea to put on one of your pullups for the night? Or do you think you wanna try big girl undies again?"
Chloe squirmed on the bed. She knew this question was coming. She so badly wanted to hide her face, to flip over and bury her head in the blankets. But she knew Paige trusted her to be vulnerable in this moment, and she... well, she trusted Paige, too.
"I... I dunno," she said.
Paige's smile down at her turned even softer and more loving. "That's alright, my love. If you want, I can decide for you. Would you like that?"
Chloe thought about it, but she wasn't sure what she wanted, and she knew what Paige would pick, so she just kept quiet.
"Tell you what," Paige said. "How about for now, we just get you cleaned up, and you can think about what you want, okay? Go ahead and lift up for me."
Paige pressed her hands beneath Chloe's legs and gently lifted. Chloe breathed deep, relaxing her muscles, and let Paige's hands guide her wherever they pleased. Paige knew what she was doing, and she would handle this for her. Chloe knew she didn't have to worry.
"That's it, that's my girl," Paige cooed.
She pulled Chloe's soaking wet leggings down from her waist, the fabric clinging to her wet skin. From the nightstand, Paige grabbed the small box of baby wipes they always kept within reach, but before she got to work, Chloe shook her head to stop her.
"What's wrong sweetie? I've got your wipies right here."
Chloe didn't want to think anymore. She didn't want to have thoughts. She was tired, and the rain outside tapping against the windows, it was so soothing. Almost as soothing as Paige... as...
"M-Mommy..." she whispered. "Can I... Can I have my paci?"
A huffed, quiet laugh escaped Paige's lips, filtered through a beaming smile. "Of course you can have your paci, baby girl."
She reached back toward the nightstand, but this time into the drawer where they kept Chloe's most babyish supplies. She pulled out Chloe's paci, and something else, but Chloe didn't want to acknowledge that other thing in that moment.
"Here baby, Mommy's got your paci. Say 'ahhh...'" She took the lilac-colored accessory and gently plopped it into her baby's open mouth. "Does baby want one of her stuffies, too?" Paige asked.
Chloe cooed from behind her pacifier, letting out a small giggle and saying, "Yeah... wan Oscar." Oscar was her stuffed bear, her oldest and most cherished stuffie companion. Paige returned with him in mere seconds.
"Here you go, baby. That's it, that's my good girl." She handed Chloe her bear and went back to work cleaning her up, wiping her down until there was no more yucky accident left covering her legs. Chloe clung to Oscar extra tight, babbling to herself and soaking in the delicate affection and care.
"That's it, baby. There we go, all clean! Doesn't that feel so much better?"
Chloe giggled. "Yeah! No more wet!"
"That's right! No more wet, all dry!" She tickled Chloe's exposed tummy softly. "Now sweetie, Mommy is ready to get her little girl all comfy cozy for the night, so let's get your jammies on."
"Please Mommy."
"Do you think you want your jammie bottoms tonight, or just your top, hun? Mommy doesn't want you to get too hot in bed tonight."
Chloe thought about it for a moment, then remembered the other thing her Mommy had gotten out of the drawer. "Both, please..."
"Okay, sweet girl. And what about underneath? Panties, or pullups? Or do you want Mommy to pick for you?"
There it was, the question Chloe had been quietly dreading. Something from deep within her tummy bubbled all the way up to her throat, a sudden intense worry that this wasn't okay, that she shouldn't be doing this.
"No pullups..." she said.
Paige's look lingered a while, maybe waiting to see if Chloe would change her mind. But then, she relented. "Okay little one, if you're really sure. We can skip the pullup tonight and put you in some dry undies instead. Would that feel better, love?"
It would feel better. It would feel safer. It would ease the rising tension threatening to crawl out of her throat. And yet, in that moment, Chloe decided not to choke the feeling back down. Instead, she took one more long, deep breath, and simply let it all go. She gazed into Paige's eyes. There was no shame there, no embarrassment. Only love. And care. And kindness.
"But..." Chloe said, still hesitant.
"Yes, love? Go ahead, baby. Mommy's right here for you. You can use your words for me, I won't be upset."
Chloe nodded. "But... scared."
Paige took her hand and brushed it through Chloe's hair, pulling a loose clump of strands behind her ear. "Why are you scared, my love? Are you worried you'll have another accident? Is that it?"
All Chloe could do was nod. Suddenly, her eyes refused to meet her caregiver's once again.
"Sweetie," Paige said, brushing Chloe's cheek and gently guiding her face to look at her. "Don't you remember what Mommy always tells you about your accidents, honey? That no matter what, no matter how big or small you are, no matter how many accidents you have, Mommy loves you. I know it doesn't always feel good to not be able to hold it, sweetie, but I promise. Mommy still loves you, just the way you are."
Despite herself, Chloe couldn't hold herself back from letting out a few soft sniffles, even if she refused to let her tears be more than that. "I... I didn't mean to, Mommy... an'... an I don't wanna get the bed all wet..."
Paige continued to comfort her little girl, running her fingers through her hair and patting her head just like her mother would do to her when she was little. "Thank you for letting Mommy know, baby girl. You're doing such a good job for me."
Paige grabbed the other object she'd retrieved from the drawer, and it made an unmistakable rustle as she picked it up. "In that case, I think it would be a good idea to go ahead and put you in this pullup, sweetie. Just for tonight, okay? Then you can try big girl panties again tomorrow, if you want. Here, Mommy will even put it on you. She'll get her little girl all changed and ready for bed!"
"Mommy..."
"Yes baby?"
"Is it the print with flowers on it? I like the one with flowers..."
Paige just smiled and held the pullup up for Chloe to see. Sure enough, it was covered in pretty pink and purple flowers. "It is, baby. My little girl always looks so pretty in her flowers."
Paige opened up the pullup and gave the sides a good stretch. She had Chloe lift her legs for her again, though not as high this time. And in one swift motion, Paige pulled the padded garment all the way up Chloe's legs, lifted her baby's butt, and settled her protection right into its place. She even made sure to adjust it a few times to ensure the fit was just right.
Then, it was time for Chloe's jammies. Two pieces, a top and bottom, both on just as fast as her pullup. "There we go, baby! All done! Doesn't that feel so much better?" Chloe gave her Mommy a confident, albeit blushy, nod. "That's my little girl. You did so well for me!"
Paige helped Chloe fully onto the bed, now decked out in her cozy jammies and protected, padded bottom. But before Paige could tuck her in, Chloe turned over to look back at her girlfriend.
"Mommy," Chloe said. "Am I... am I still a good girl? Even though I had an accident..."
Paige leaned forward and planted the most loving kiss on Chloe's forehead, leaving it to linger there for a few extra beats before pulling back with an emphatic smooch. "You're not just any good girl, sweetie. You're my good girl. You're Mommy's good girl, forever and always. And no amount of accidents could ever change that."
"You really promise?"
"Pinkie promise." Paige held out her pinkie finger, and Chloe's soon joined in. They both squeezed tight and shook up and down.
"Will you lay with me, Mommy?"
"Of course I will, my little love. Mommy's right here with you. Go ahead and scooch that cute little diaper butt over for me, princess, and I'll hop right in bed with you."
"Mommy! It's a pullup! Not a diaper!"
Paige giggled and grinned as she scooched her little girl over on the bed, making room to snuggle up next to her beneath the covers. "Whatever you say, little girl." She pulled the covers up tight over both of them and wrapped her arm around Chloe, pulling her all the way into the natural curve of her body, settling into the spot where she belonged.
Chloe went back to fully sucking on her paci, and there, like that, the two of them snuggled for the rest of the evening, until little Chloe had drifted far off into dreamland. But all the while, she could feel Mommy's warmth fully embracing her, never leaving for even a moment.
Sarah was already regretting her decision not to wear her pull ups that morning
She had ended up wetting her pants
And now she was sat on the medical bench whilst Matron produced a large plain white adult sized diaper
Sarah screwed up her face. “I’m not wearing that” she said
“Oh I am afraid you are Sarah,” said Matron “the rules of this establishment are very clear. Pant wetters and baby girls must be in diapers at all times”
“But I’m not a babygirl” said Sarah horrified at what was about to happen
“No?” mocked Matron, “but you most definitely are a pant wetter”
“And girls who wet their pants end up in diapers”
“No arguments girl. Lay down on your back. It’s diaper time!”
Sarah stopped arguing and did as she was told. Something about Matrons tone and demeanour told her this was one fight Sarah would not be winning.
The small vibrating egg inside your wet pussy buzzed frantically causing your cute little ass to wriggle inside the soggy messy diaper you are trapped in. But that is the least of your problems.
The nurse is forcing a huge thick rubber pacifier gag into your mouth. You try to resist but as you tried to stand the boots on your feet have small sharp spikes that dug deep into your feet This causes you so much pain you immediately fell back on your messy diapered butt.
This causes the filth to flood the front and back of your giant diaper. The warm stinky poop fills your diaper. The pacifier gag is forced into your mouth and fastened tightly. There is no removing it.
You tried to pull and wiggle your hands free but the very tight pink straight jacket you've been placed in doesn't allow you to budge at all. The nurse, the person who is responsible for your current situation stands behind you looking at you
She tightens your pacifier gag and whispers into your ear that you’re going to be staying in the nursery and won’t be leaving any time soon. “Well at least until we can find a Mommy or Daddy for you…” she purred
She bundles you onto the giant adult sized crib. You lay helpless. Face up unable to move bale cause of the pink straightjacket. Even so, she fastens your ankles to the crib with thick brown leather straps
Then she puts the headphones on you and starts the hypnosis to ensure you lose all control of your bowels and bladder.
She adjusts the headphones telling you it is pointless trying to resist and that if you do try to resist she will give you a sedative which will make it impossible for you to resist and will accelerate your regression.
She takes great delight in explaining how the sound frequency of the music and sounds and the repetition of the words will leave your mind helplessly hypnotised and will regress you to the a babylike state.
You lay there in your messy soaking diaper for what seems to be hours just wondering what the hell is happening around you.
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