I was in the middle of scrolling on my phone when Vicky, my stepmom, walked into the living room. She had a cold, calculated look on her face. She stood over me for a long moment, close enough that I could smell her perfume. Too close. Uncomfortably close. She held my gaze without blinking as she slowly sat down on the couch across from me. Then she let the silence stretch, thick and heavy, until I started to squirm.
After what felt like forever, she finally spoke. Her voice was casual, but there was a sharp edge beneath it.
“I was in your room earlier today.”
A lump formed in my throat. That was never good. I didn’t like anyone in my personal space, and there was one very specific reason why.
I tried to play it cool, clearing my throat. “Oh yeah? What for?”
“I figured I would change your sheets for you” she said. “God knows you haven't done it in months.”
My stomach dropped.
“And you want to know what I found?” She reached between the couch cushions like she had planned this moment perfectly. My heart pounded as she slowly pulled out the crinkly padding and unfurled it. She held it aloft with two fingers, right in front of my face.
“You see this, Evan?” Vicky said, her tone flat and accusatory, eyes locked directly on mine. “That's a diaper.”
My throat felt like it was closing. My mouth went completely dry as she dangled the little pamper, the bright Clifford the Big Red Dog print facing me like it was laughing at me.
“So tell me…" she continued. Her voice was cold and measured, with just the faintest hint of dark amusement. "Why does a twenty-two-year-old grown man have a diaper hidden in his room?”
“I… it's not mine!!” I stammered, my face already burning.
She stared at me for a long time, watching me squirm. “Oh really? Well then, whose is it, Evan? Did you have a baby without my knowledge?” She scoffed softly at that. “Haha...no, I don't think that's it. Because that would require you actually fucking a woman now, would it not? You've never had a girlfriend, have you? Never brought anyone home. Never even mentioned going on dates. At twenty-two, still living at home, still acting like a little boy who can't handle real adult responsibilities.”
She leaned forward slightly, her voice dropping. “You're still a virgin, aren’t you, Evan?”
My face flushed bright red, giving her the answer she already knew.
“So I'm going to ask you again..." she said, "why there a diaper in your room?”
“S-someone must have left it there or—”
“Oh, you can do better than that,” she tutted, shaking her head. “Are you having accidents at night? Is that it? Do we need to get you some plastic sheets because you’re a little bed wetter?”
“I… no. It’s not that at all!”
“Honey… I’ve heard all kinds of noises coming from your room. Crinkles and whimpers and the most pathetic little sounds.”
The tension in the room was thick enough to choke on. She sat there, perfectly composed, the childish diaper still held in plain view, waiting for me to break.
Finally, she sighed. A calculated, patient sound.
“Stand up.”
I hesitated. “What?”
“Stand up and drop your pants.”
My eyes widened in shock. “B-but y-you're my stepmom! I can't just—”
“I said drop your pants.” she repeated, her voice firm and ice-cold, leaving zero room for negotiation.
I don’t know what made me obey, but I found myself rising from the couch. My hands shook as I fiddled with my belt and pushed my pants down to my ankles.
“Boxers too,” she said calmly.
I protested weakly, but her face remained resolute. She even raised one eyebrow in silent threat.
I hooked my thumbs into my boxers and slid them down.
There it was. My cock stood straight out, rock-hard and betraying me completely. It twitched visibly, the tip glistening with a thick bead of pre-cum that threatened to drip.
Vicky’s cold expression finally cracked into a wide, delighted, almost hysterical smile. She looked genuinely thrilled, like she'd just won a bet with herself.
“Oh my god,” she breathed, a soft laugh escaping. “Look at that! You're one of those diaper boys, aren't you?? One of those pathetic little pervs who gets hard just thinking about wearing pampers!”
I moved to cover myself, mortified. “No, wait, it’s is not—”
"Don't!" She snapped sharply. "There's the evidence, right there! Your tiny little three-inch thing, leaking and twitching like it's having a seizure. No point in lying when your pathetic baybee dick is giving you away so obviously.”
She stood up slowly, still holding the diaper, and stepped closer until she was only a foot away. Her presence felt overwhelming.
“You've been fantasizing about this for a long time, haven't you?” Her voice dropped lower, still calm but now laced with mocking amusement. “Hiding your diapers, sneaking around, probably jerking off while imagining yourself taped up like a big helpless wittle baybee. Well, congratulations. Your little secret is out!”
I tried desperately to explain. “It’s not like that! I don't!! It is just—”
“Oh please...” She interrupted, gesturing at my throbbing, leaking cock with the diaper still in her other hand. “It's practically begging for this!”
I tried one last desperate explanation, voice cracking. “Vicky, please… I swear it’s not what you think!! I can stop—”
“Stop?” She laughed again, colder this time. “Oh, honey. You’re not stopping anything. This is what you want, deep down. And now it’s what you’re going to get. From tonight onward, you’re wearing diapers. Every single day. No more big-boy underwear in this house. No more pretending you’re anything other than a 22-year-old diaper-dependent little boy.”
She reached out and gave my hard, leaking cock a single, patronizing flick with her fingertip, making it bounce humiliatingly. She smirked, then leaned over, holding the diaper open. The inside was already crusty and stained from...previous use. “Step in.”
I whimpered, but still obeyed. My legs shaking as I aimed my feet through the leg holes. She worked the thick, undersized padding up around my waist and re-taped it snugly into place. It was clearly too small. The cartoon Clifford print stretched tight across my hips, and my hard cock made a ridiculous, obvious bulge in the front.
“There we gooo!” she cooed, sitting back with a satisfied smile. “Much better! Isn’t this what you wanted??”
I said nothing, face on fire as she leaned back and crossed her legs.
“Now..." she said, taking a sip of her drink, "show me what you do in them.”
I blinked at her, jaw slack. “Wh-what?”
“You heard me. I know you’re not wearing them for protection. So show me exactly what it is you do when they’re on.”
I stood there frozen, the too-small Clifford diaper crinkling with every tiny shift of my weight. My face burned hotter than ever. “Vicky… I can’t. Not… not right here in front of you. Please.”
She raised one eyebrow, that cold, amused smile playing on her lips. “You can, and you will. You’ve been doing it in secret for who knows how long. Now you’re going to do it right here where I can see. Don’t make me ask again, Evan.”
My hands trembled at my sides. The thick padding felt ridiculous around my waist, the cartoon print stretched tight over my hips, my hard cock straining obviously against the front. I wanted to sink into the floor. But the way she was looking at me with that patient, unyielding, slightly entertained gaze left me no escape.
Humiliated beyond words, I finally pressed my palm against the front of the diaper.
The thick padding gave slightly under my hand. I started rubbing in slow, hesitant circles, kneading the padded material against my pulsing three-inch cock.
The loud crinkling immediately filled the room. Every small movement made the plastic rustle obscenely. The sound was impossible to ignore. It echoed off the walls, constant and humiliating, announcing exactly what I was doing.
I closed my eyes tight so I wouldn’t have to see her staring at me in amusement. The plastic rustled louder with every stroke. Shame burned through me, but it only made me grind harder. My hips started to buck. Soft, pathetic whimpers slipped out despite my best efforts. The diaper felt warm and restrictive, every crinkle reminding me how ridiculous I looked, humping my own hand through a tiny diaper right in front of my stepmom.
It didn’t take long. My legs began to tremble. My breathing turned ragged. I let out a choked moan as my whole body spasmed. I came hard inside the already-stained padding, adding fresh sticky shame to the crusty interior. My knees nearly buckled from the intensity.
When it finally ended, I stood there panting, face burning.
Vicky smiled. She leaned forward, slipped a finger into the front waistband, and peered inside. She grinned at the sight of my mess.
“Quite the little load in there,” she said, letting the waistband snap back against my skin.
I didn’t know what to say. I’d never felt more humiliated… and turned on… in my life. But the post-nut clarity was already hitting hard.
“Do you usually wet them?” she asked.
I nodded weakly, voice barely a whisper. “Y-yes…”
“And do you poop in them?”
“No,” I said. That was one line I’d never crossed.
She smiled slowly. “You will.”
She let that hang in the air for a long moment.
“Now, I want you to go grab all of your underwear,” she continued. “Then I want you to get the scissors.”
“Wh-why?”
“Because I’m going to watch while you cut them all to pieces. Every last pair.”
“But…”
“This is what you wanted, sweetie. So this is exactly what you’re going to get.”
She stood up and picked up her purse.
“And after that, you, me, and your little cum-pamps are going to the drugstore to get you some diapers in your actual size…until the even bigger and even babier versions get delivered.”
If Your husband has asked You lock him in chastity, You may think he is asking you to do some sexually perverted, kinky, thing that You don’t understand and don’t want to understand because it is sick and perverted. The fact is, he is not sick and perverted, he just wants to have fun, sexually.
There was a time in Your marriage when sex was fun and exciting for You, too. Wasn’t there? He just wants to get that back again. He is not asking You to do anything that is difficult, or perverted. He is asking You to play a game with him. A sexual game in which You control when and how he has sex. That’s all. So give it a chance. You may be surprised at how much fun You, Yourself, can have
Chastity is an amazing fetish. Most people think it’s some kind of punishment or chore, but it isn’t. The feelings you receive from abstaining from orgasm are just sublime. Guys feel aroused right up until the point where they orgasm, then everything is reset to zero after orgasm they’re no longer turned on and in order to become even remotely aroused they have to wait again for the feelings to kick in.
Well, what if they didn’t orgasm. What if they didn’t masturbate every evening? What if they abstained from orgasms altogether? Would the feelings of arousal increase and increase? Yes. Yes they would. Which is why chastity is an immensely popular fetish.
Chastity popularity
It is such an intimate act to show trust in his partner for a man to hand over the key to his “crown jewels“ and to allow him to be locked up, to await “HER” pleasure. It is quite surprising that so many people have dabbled with the man wearing a chastity device, and they are the second most often bought sex toys after vibrators.
Chastity - A Joint Decision
For chastity to work well it has to be a joint decision. If you’re both eager to try chastity then the belt or device you choose should also appeal to your wife. It’s no good you buying an expensive belt and she hates the sight of it.
Some women find the transparency of the CB-6000, CB-6000s or the Curve nicely displays the enslaved penis, many would-be keyholders like the quality and hygiene of a stainless steel device. Other women like the thought of the traditional Florentine style belts believing they are more secure.
Others initially prefer to go for something like the Stallion Guard as a low cost device to experiment with before deciding on a more secure belt or cage. There are keyholders who like to allow and see the penis fully erect whilst it’s encased, belts and devices most suited to this concept, known as “penile negation”, include the Samurai and Caterpillar cock cages from Mr S. Neither of these 2 devices can be considered long term wear, however, they’re an ideal purchase as an additional chastity device to your collection, and allow your keyholder the opportunity to employ different techniques of teasing.
Some keyholders love these devices because they relish the sight of a fully erect, straining cock unable to escape.
Chastity and Masturbation
All men, given the ability, masturbate and way more often than most women think they do. This is something that is difficult for him to control and even more difficult to part with. Young men have an abundance of testosterone so masturbation doesn’t seem to interfere with their pursuit of young women.
However, as men grow older masturbating usually translates into the husband ignoring his wife for at least a couple days. Chastity puts a stop to the masturbation and works in many ways; it changes his mood, demeanor and libido. Most importantly it changes his desire to please you. It is not the goal for him to do the cooking or the cleaning or the laundry but you will find that it will happen, not routinely but it will happen because as he continues to build up his sexual energy that he no longer has the ability to release as he pleases he will divert that energy towards pleasing you.
Your being the source of his sexual pleasure will change his feelings, he will adore you, love you in a way that you desire and he will be eager to please you because you are, as I said, the source of his release. He will find, over time, he is happier and that will be because you’re happier. He will love the emotional boost the two of you share.
This isn’t as kinky as it sounds
If your sex life to date has been restricted to intercourse and perhaps mutual masturbation, chastity play can sound like something pretty weird. It isn’t. Nothing has to change about how you make love; what changes is when. The partner who wears the chastity belt has given the partner who has the “key” the ability to decide when sex can take place. Since most chastity devices effectively prevent masturbation, it means one partner gives the other control of all orgasms. This can be a great deal of fun for both people.
Chastity play allows you to take sex out of the bedroom in a subtle way that only the two of you will know. For example, if a woman has her male partner locked up, they can agree on “rules” he should follow, such as “he must always stand when she enters the room.” If when they are out with friends he forgets, she can smile and hold some fingers up and he will know he stays locked up that many more days until he can get release.
If you don’t think this is incredibly hot to both partners, just try it! You won’t believe how exciting a dull relationship can become overnight. Take a few minutes and use your imagination. Fun, huh?
Chastity Devices
Chastity devices have been used throughout the ages in order to prevent sexual intercourse. Classically, chastity has been forced upon someone using a belt type mechanic, but in recent times, more concealable and localized devices are able to be used in order to prevent the ability to touch and interact with sexual organs. In addition to the modern interpretation of how to perform chastity, a sexual fetish has developed. Individuals now enjoy the prospect of being locked up and unable to perform sexual activities unless the other person who’s chastised them allows it.
Chastity and Confinement for Men
Chastity for men is the most common form, with blocks of specially formed plastic being placed around the penis with a small lock attached for keeping it closed. Some male chastity devices make it impossible or highly painful to experience an erection, aiding the experience of being denied sexual pleasure. One major element of chastity is the understanding that eventually, the device will be removed. The sexual fetish is undesirable if the wearer believes that they will never be allowed to experience an orgasm again. As expected, chastity is an exchange of a power dynamic, with one person assuming the role of being in charge and the other being submissive and completely subject to the will of the other person.
Chastity for couples
Male chastity is not just for men, nor is it just for women who want to control their men. Male chastity is for couples! Both the submissive male and his partner stand to gain from incorporating male chastity into the relationship. The relationship as a whole stands a great deal to gain as well.
Taking control of one small aspect of your relationship - The sex. By utilizing a chastity device, you are taking the first step toward controlling your partner. He may or may not be keen on the idea. If this is your idea, you may have to incorporate a little tease and denial to get what you want….it will work.
If you can both agree to give male chastity a chance, then be realistic about it. Start out slow and easy. Don’t plan on more than a month or even a week for a trial period. Remember, this is just a trial period. If you don’t like it, don’t get any enjoyment from it, don’t see how it can improve your relationship, then you can always quit.
Couple chastity
If you’re in a committed relationship, but you want to really turn up the heat in your sex play, then chastity could be the answer for you.
Many couples engage in chastity as a means of getting back the desire they felt in the early days of their relationship, when they couldn’t wait to have sex, and it lasted for hours not minutes. A time when they were always on each other’s mind.
Chastity is also a choice for many couples when the man has been unfaithful, or has been caught masturbating to internet porn. He may choose chastity as a way to demonstrate his commitment, reassure his partner, and enhance their relationship. This is a precious pledge for any man, and the thought of this alone can be incredibly arousing for both partners.
There is no doubt about it, chastity play results in superior sexual satisfaction! Trying to earn a release, the bottom will be much more attentive to his partner’s needs. Without being distracted by his own selfish wants, his sole focus is pleasuring his Keyholder. He will demonstrate his ability and affection to his partner, going above and beyond in the hope of an ultimate ‘release’..
Remember; the couple that plays together stays together!
Chastity and relantionship
There is no one right way to practice chastity, but most agree that a man who practices chastity is expressing profound respect for their partner and women generally. Chastity is a challenge well worth undertaking because it can help lead to a transformation of a man’s relationship with his partner. Almost every account of a chastity regimen notes that the man becomes much more attentive to the needs of his partner, serving her better both sexually and in a myriad of other ways that are pleasing to her. The many religious traditions that use chastity/abstinence as a key element of their spiritual practice and service orientation are definitely onto something..
Primary benefits of enforced male
1. It prevents him from masturbating. Male masturbation is a filthy habit. It’s addictive, selfish, and disrespectful to women. Chronic masturbation has the effect of substantially diminishing a man’s natural sexual desire for his wife of girlfriend. It unfortunately teaches him that his orgasm is primary, and hers is secondary.
2. Because he can’t even get an erection without her permission, it instantly changes the dynamics of the relationship.
3. It keeps his sexual focus and energy on his wife or girlfriend.
4. It will substantially increase his desire to orally service his wife or girlfriend.
5. If he’s never been an ass-eater, after having his penis locked up for a few weeks, he will be.
6. It serves as a constant reminder to him of her authority.
7. Because it makes his orgasms entirely dependent on her generosity, it positively incentives him to honor her, respect her, and motivates him to please.
8. It gives him the time and opportunity to substantially improve and perfect his oral skills.
9. It reinforces the idea that pussy is a precious gift that must be earned, and is to be savored and appreciated on those rare occasions when he does get it.
10. It teaches him that sexual activity with his wife or girlfriend doesn’t necessarily have anything to do with his penis.
11. It deepens his submission to her, and will cause him to worship the ground she walks on.
12. It will significantly improve his attitude, and make him more generous, caring, kind, respectful, and loving. It will help soften the sharper edges of his me-first masculinity. It will make him more of a listener than a talker.
13. It helps prepares him for the eventuality of anal penetration, and getting the strap-on. Because his penis isn’t being sexually stimulated, it has the effect of gradually turning other parts of his body into erogenous zones, particularly his anus and his prostate. With patience and persistence, he can be trained to orgasm from stimulation in that region via your finger, or the strap-on.
14. If his orgasms are consistently controlled and severely restricted, he will eventually get to the point where he will do just about anything to cum. You’ll be amazed by what he’ll do for you.
Chastity - power to the woman
This voluntary act in which the man shows his trust and hands over the key to his most precious possessions to her who will then decide when he is to be released. This is an action which gives enormous power to the woman in a relationship, or the supervisor on our course and it is a gift from him to her.
It is a sexual act which frees him from the ability to pleasure himself and frees him to learn how to please his partner and thus be allowed pleasure himself.
It sounds from this description a strange and “kinky “activity, but surprisingly the approach has wide acceptance as a method to improve male performance and pleasure.
The Mental Game of Chastity
The power exchange exists in the realm of the minds so to the submissive male, being denied can provide him with more mental pleasure and more mental fulfillment than a physical orgasm.
The aroused and denied male will spend more time in subspace and thus his mind will be on a mental sphere where the female rules supreme in his life and he is much more eager to serve the female.
The mental stimulation should touch a man’s psychological triggers, which will stimulate him sexually. It is that mental stimulation that causes an intense power exchange and that can make sex more pleasurable for the woman both physically and mentally while at the same time fulfilling the male need to be dominated.
Chastity and BDSM
Chastity is a fantastic pawn in the BDSM game. It is a great tool for tease and denial, and can be implemented as an incredibly effective punishment/reward scheme. Dominants that have never fully engaged in chastity play, will have almost certainly at some point employed a ‘permission to cum?’ policy. So, what’s the difference? Well chastity play takes this concept one step further and gives the Key Holder full control over their slave’s orgasms. Many people who love to engage in BDSM have not yet discovered the joys of chastity
Locked in Chastity for BDSM
Key Holder is a term used to describe the dominant woman in a male chastity agreement. Many couples are into BDSM and male chastity is one of the many methods that these women use to dominate their men. Some men are more turned on the more they are ordered around.
The woman will tease the man while he has a male chastity device on and she is the only one who has the key to open it and award him with a release. Discuss it with your partner in detail and decide if you want your chastity to be long term or short term.
If you are just starting out, you should ease into it before you commit to being locked in. If you enter into it before you are ready it will likely prolong the process.
“be careful what you wish for”
There is an old saying among those wives who adopted a chastity lifestyle because their husbands encouraged them…”be careful what you wish for”.
If some of the husbands were given a choice to go back to their old ways they would, but none of the wives would.
Deep down the caged men are happier because they wanted to be sexually controlled by their wives and now they are. Their new reality is often much different than their original fantasy because it is now your fantasy not his.
I don’t want to be made into an adult baby, I want a caregiver to turn me into the real deal.
Keep me in the thickest, most waddle inducing diapers possible. Train me to be dependent on them completely. Make it so I hardly even notice wether I’m wet or dry, fresh or leaking. Make it completely natural for me to squat down and make pushies whenever and wherever the need arises.
Keep me in childish clothes 24/7, pick my outfits for me and ensure I’m always going out in the baby-est attire possible. Throw away my t-shirts with my underwear and replace them with onesies, overalls, and my ever-important pampers. Make me look so humiliatingly little that I’m consistently a blushing mess in public.
Feed my mind full with hypnotic suggestions, keeping me happy and docile. Keep me so intoxicated that I internalize them fully, losing my grasp on reality as a whole. After all, there’s no need for me to have any adult thoughts anymore.
Treat me like a docile little tyke at home, constantly focused on learning activities for one far below my real age. Give me none of the agency an adult has, decide every part of my routine down to the second. If I fuss at all, punish me with whatever your heart desires. Strap me in the bouncer for a few hours with a headset blaring my suggestions, or give me a laxative before we go out for a nature walk. Make certain I’m obeying your every whim.
And finally, make it so I have no issues at all with being seen in this state. Make my diapers obvious and my speech slow and infantile. Lead my waddling, pampered butt by hand in every single scenario. Be transparent with others about the state I’m in. Give me no discretion whatsoever.
Don’t just make me feel like a toddler, blur the line between my adulthood and innocence so much that I, in every way that matters, am a toddler.
Here’s how we’re going to start your discipline. When you’ve been soundly strapped, you will be going over my knee for some much needed quality time with the hairbrush. I’m sorry we have to renew your acquaintance again, but when you misbehave, this is what happens. Every time! Get ready, my love, your bottom is going to do the discipline dance.
The door gave a dull thud as it swung open, followed immediately by the crinkle of thick padding shifting with every reluctant step, the scuff of sneakers against tile, and the low, embarrassed whimper of Evan’s protests as his mother half-guided, half-dragged him inside.
Evan, twenty-two and red-faced, tried to keep his head down, but the unmistakable sag in the seat of his jeans betrayed him before they even reached the sinks. A handful of women paused in their routines. Two chatting moms at the mirror glanced over mid-conversation. A college-aged girl touching up her lipstick caught the scene in the reflection and raised an eyebrow. An older lady drying her hands turned slightly, her expression calm and faintly amused.
His mother set the heavy diaper bag on the counter with a soft thud. She turned to him, hands on her hips, expression a familiar blend of exasperation and quiet amusement.
“Honey, it’s hardly anything they haven’t seen before.”
His face burned hotter. He tried to shrink away and disappear, but she was already steering him firmly toward the large changing table bolted to the far wall. With practiced efficiency, she unbuttoned his jeans and tugged them down to his ankles, exposing the sodden, discolored disposable taped around his waist. The cartoon characters on the front had faded under the weight of multiple wettings and a heavy mess in the back.
She patted the padded table. “Up.”
Evan hesitated, hands clutching the hem of his shirt. “Mom… come on. Can’t we just go home??Please?”
Her voice dropped to that stern, no-nonsense tone. “Now, Evan. Or your bottom will be blistered too, right here in front of everyone. You think that will be any less embarrassing?”
He whimpered and climbed up awkwardly, the loud crinkle of his soaked, droopy diaper echoing off the tiles as he lay back and covered his face with both hands.
She peeled the tapes free with sharp rips. The heavy, used diaper flopped open, the smell hitting the air immediately, pungent and unmistakable. A soft murmur came from the sinks. One of the moms whispered something to her friend, who stifled a small laugh behind her hand. The college girl glanced over again, lips twitching in amusement before she returned to her phone, angling it ever so slightly towards them. The older lady rinsed her hands slowly, watching with mild interest.
“Are you embarrassed because your mother is still changing your diapers?” his mom asked sweetly, pulling out a stack of cool wipes and beginning to clean him slowly, methodically. The wipes dragged across sensitive skin, making him squirm. “Or because you’re still immature enough to earn one?”
Evan whimpered again, peeking through his fingers. “Mom… stop. Please.”
She didn’t stop. She kept wiping, folding each soiled wipe neatly before setting them in the used diaper. “Just think,” she said, finally balling up the ruined diaper into a thick, sagging bundle. “You could be off in college right now. Drinking, partying, meeting a nice girl. Going to classes, making friends, living like a normal twenty-two-year-old. But instead, you threw away all those chances. One bad decision after another. Skipping responsibilities, lying, refusing to grow up… and now here we are. Again.”
She pressed the warm, heavy dirty diaper into his hands. “Here, sweetheart. Hold this for Mommy, okay? It’s heavy, huh? No one packs their pampers quite like you now do they?”
Evan’s cheeks flamed as he clutched the soiled diaper against his chest, the plastic crinkling loudly with every shaky breath. The women at the sinks didn’t stare outright, but their glances lingered, curious, amused, and politely averted only after a beat too long.
She unfolded a fresh diaper from the bag, this one even more cartoonish than the last. Bright primary colors, smiling teddy bears holding balloons, oversized ABC blocks scattered across the front panel, and little rattling crinkles built into the padding itself. Extra-thick, absurdly bulky, clearly designed for the heaviest users who needed the most unmistakable reminder.
She slid it under him, powdered generously, and pulled the front up snug between his legs. The tapes ripped loudly as she secured them. One, two, three, four. Pulling each one tight so the waistband sat high and the cartoon print stretched prominently across his groin and hips.
“Do I need to throw away all your underwear too while we’re at it? Hm??” she continued, smoothing the front of the fresh, crinkly padding firmly. “You seem to have no trouble using diapers to their fullest potential. Honestly, Evan, if you’re going to fill these like a tottler every time we leave the house, what’s the point of pretending you’re ready for big-boy briefs?”
Evan stayed frozen on the table, clutching the heavy, used diaper, cheeks burning as his mother finished tucking in the creases and leak guards.
“Theerrre we go!” She cooed exaggeratedly, “All done!”
She pulled him upright, tapping the bulky bundle in his hands. “Now can you be a big helper for Mommy and throw away your poopy present for me?”
Evan’s eyes went wide. “B-but my pants—”
“Will go back on as soon as you do as you’re told.” She finished with a sharp, commanding tone.“
Evan whimpered, but slid off the changing table slowly. Jeans pooled around his ankles, the massive, crinkling diaper fully exposed, forcing his legs apart in a helpless waddle. He shuffled toward the door bin, soiled bundle pressed to his chest, every step a loud crinkle-crinkle-crinkle.
The college girl stared openly. The moms smirked. The older lady paused, amused.
He got within arm’s reach of the bin when his mother’s voice cut in, sharp and sweet: “Uh uh uh! Stop right there, sweetie.”
Evan froze mid-waddle.
“We can’t just toss your poopy mess in like that. It’ll stink up the whole store!! Be a good boy and grab one of these nice scented bags to put it in. Mommy’s waiting.”
The bags were all the way back at the changing table. Evan’s face flamed hotter. He turned, waddled back the full distance past the staring women again, retrieved a bag with shaking hands, and shuffled all the way back to the bin.
“Now slip your big present in, tie it up tight like I taught you, and drop it in. Nice and considerate for everyone.”
He fumbled the warm, sagging diaper into the lavender-scented bag, knotted it clumsily, and let it fall into the bin with a muffled thud.
His mother stepped up behind him, voice syrupy. “Good boy.”
She reached down and began tugging his jeans up slowly, inch by inch, over the bulky padding. The waistband strained as it fought to stretch over the high-riding crinkly pamper. “Aww, look at that! Mommy has to pull your pants up for you again, doesn’t she? Such a helpless little thing. Can’t even manage your own jeans with that big puffy bottom in the way.”
Teddy bears peeked through the stretched denim in bright patches as she worked the fabric higher. “There we go, sweetie… up over those silly bears and balloons. Isn’t it cute how they still show through? Everyone can tell exactly what kind of diaper you’re wearing, can’t they?”
She finally got the waistband seated, then slid the zipper up with deliberate slowness, tooth by tooth. “Ziiiip… all the way up! See? Mommy’s got you covered! Well…mostly covered. Still so crinkly and obvious, my big baybee boi!!”
She fastened the button with a soft snap, then gave the front a possessive pat. Crinkle-crinkle. “There! All fresh and clean and ready for the rest of the day!” She turned him around gently. “Come along, sweetheart. Let’s see if you can make it through the next couple hours, or if we’ll need to find another place to change you.”
Evan shuffled out after her, head down, thick waddle crinkling loudly with every step. The women’s faint smiles followed them out.
His mother was right. It was hardly anything they hadn’t seen before, but that didn’t make it any less entertaining.
I recently installed a TV into my nursery (full tour coming whenever my highchair is finished) and sometimes it bothers me having a big black void in my otherwise brightly colored space when I'm not watching it. I could just keep streaming shows on loop, but then I just lose track of what I haven't watched yet. With that in mind, I started making some "PSA" screens of my own using free Adobe Stock images with various messaging, both nice and a little naughty. I use my TVs USB input to put them on a slideshow. My essential concept was "if I woke up as a captive in a nursery, what kind of messaging would they have on the screens?", so it tends to lean into forced babyhood scenarios. I'm up to over 70 of them, which should be enough to avoid screen burn-in when rotating between them, so I figured I'd share them for anyone who might be interested. There are also blank copies, so caregivers can insert their own messaging as needed. I'll be periodically updating this folder as I make more - feel free to leave ideas for PSAs in the comments, usually I'm just making them up as I go.
I want to clarify what my dynamic is about because some terms can be confusing. When I say "mommy's virgin ducky baby," people often misunderstand—this isn't about traditional cuckolding with humiliation. Let me explain what this actually means to me.
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WHAT THIS DYNAMIC MEANS TO ME
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THE ABDL FOUNDATION
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I deeply enjoy age regression and the ABDL lifestyle. This means:
• Having my own baby room with a crib where I can feel safe and cared for
• Wearing diapers full-time (though not necessarily being dressed as a baby 24/7 in public)
• Being dressed, bathed, and cared for like a baby
• Playing and being in that headspace regularly, though not necessarily all day every day
• Feeling pretty, loved, and protected in this role
MY SEXUALITY & DESIRES
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• I enjoy chastity devices and the feeling of my penis being small and unable to have typical erections
• Combined with diapers, I love seeing just the diaper bulge rather than an erection
• I practice "tease and denial"—I enjoy being kept aroused and spacing out orgasms, but not to an extreme that causes genuine suffering
• When I do orgasm, I want it to be IN MY DIAPER—whether it's a ruined orgasm, involuntary orgasm from friction/vibration, or just cumming in my diaper like a baby. This is always how I want to finish
• I'm "virgin" in the sense that I don't want to penetrate with my penis (at least for now—this might evolve, but currently this is how I feel)
• I DO enjoy other forms of intimacy: oral sex, using toys, and all kinds of sexual play that don't involve me penetrating with my penis
• MOST IMPORTANTLY: I always want to enjoy myself and feel good. I never want suffering or genuine distress
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THE "MOMMY" ROLE
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I'm looking for a partner who would be my "mommy" in the ABDL sense:
• Someone who cares for me, dresses me, chooses my clothes
• Makes me feel pretty and loved
• Can be nurturing and maternal while also being my romantic and sexual partner
• We'd have intimacy together—oral sex, toys, sensual play
• Sometimes I'd sleep in my crib, sometimes with her
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ABOUT NON-MONOGAMY
(NOT Traditional Cuckolding)
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Here's where the confusion often happens. I'm interested in ethical non-monogamy, but NOT from a place of humiliation. Here's the key difference:
WHAT I DON'T WANT
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✗ Humiliation or degradation
✗ Being called names like "cuck" in a mean way
✗ Being treated as inferior or "less than"
✗ Men making comments or catcalling my partner in a way that's meant to humiliate me
✗ Being made to feel stupid, worthless, or pathetic
✗ Any dynamic where I'm the "loser" and other men are "winners"
✗ I'm not attracted to men at all, and the idea of men humiliating me is especially unpleasant
WHAT I DO WANT
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✓ My partner having sexual freedom because I recognize I'm not complete in every way, and that's okay—nobody is good at everything
✓ Her being able to explore with others not because I'm insufficient, but because we both have multiple needs and desires
✓ This would be occasional, not constant—she's not "always cheating," we're in an open relationship
✓ I would have freedom too—ideally with my babysitters/nannies or other connections
✓ Everything happens with love, care, and mutual respect as the foundation
✓ The excitement comes from her freedom and happiness, not from my degradation
THE BABYSITTER/NANNY ELEMENT
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In this ideal dynamic, there would be babysitters/nannies who:
• Help with caregiving (it's not fair for one person to do all the work)
• Are loving, pretty, and nurturing
• Change diapers, help with dressing, bathing
• There might be intimacy with them too (oral, toys, play)
• They're assistants for both baby and "mommy"
• When mommy goes out on a date or with friends, baby is cared for by nannies
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THE CORE TRUTH
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This dynamic is about a CARE-BASED, LOVING ABDL RELATIONSHIP WITH ETHICAL NON-MONOGAMY.
It's about:
♡ Feeling pretty, loved, and safe as a baby
♡ Having multiple caregivers who genuinely care
♡ Everyone having sexual freedom within clear, loving boundaries
♡ Zero humiliation, zero degradation, zero suffering
♡ Mutual pleasure, care, and happiness for everyone involved
The term "mommy's virgin ducky baby" is shorthand, but the "ducky" part (from ABDL slang for being a "duck"/"ducky" in an open dynamic) can be misleading.
This isn't about cuckolding as it's traditionally understood.
It's about ETHICAL NON-MONOGAMY WITHIN AN ABDL DYNAMIC, where freedom comes from abundance and love, not from hierarchy and humiliation.
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This is an explanation of this particular dynamic and what it means. It's about care, not cruelty; love, not humiliation; pleasure, not pain. Some aspects might evolve over time, but the core will always remain the same.
Note: This story features consenting adult characters and is intended for a mature, 18+ audience only.
Aranvalle Community Center - 11:27 AM
I’d never seen a grown man shit himself before. Much less knowingly. Purposefully. And in public.
For the past half an hour, the young man in the green, t-rex hoodie had pushed peas and mashed potatoes around his plate, mounding them up only to smear them flat again. He’d repeated this mindless routine since we sat down, his eyes glassy and expression blank. Suddenly, his head jerked up. Eyes wide, but fixed on nothing in particular. Like he’d remembered he’d left the stove on. But now, he dropped his fork, his food forgotten. He braced his hands on the bench, his face turning the color of an overripe tomato. The tendons in his neck stretched taut, and his brow furrowed.
SQUELCCCCHH!
The color drained from his face. His shoulders sagged. He eased himself back down onto the bench. A smile played at the corners of his mouth when his loaded diaper connected with the seat. He picked up his fork and returned to playing with his food.
I swallowed. Then swallowed again. Vomiting all over the table wouldn’t improve the situation. Though if staff and patrons alike expected people to shit their pants in here, how much fuss could they cause over a bit of half-digested lunch?
As if he heard my thoughts, poopypants eyes connected with mine. I glanced down and poked at my half-eaten turkey wrap. He sat halfway down the long, cafeteria table, but I didn’t want to risk a conversation about the humid weather or the upcoming city council election or the load of crap he’d so loudly deposited in his diaper.
A moment later, the first tendrils of stink slithered through the background odors of pepperoni pizza, chicken pesto paninis, and minestrone soup that hung in the air. Like all rotten smells—a bag of trash left festering in the summer sun, a clump of dog shit smeared across your sneaker—the overpowering stench crawled down my nose, coiled in my throat. I could almost taste it.
The dining hall hummed along. Diners picked at salads. They talked about their weekend plans. They laughed about last night’s episode of must-see TV. No one got up and moved to escape the foul-diaper reek. No one ushered him away to be dealt with in private.
“Aren’t you hungry?” Elise didn’t look up from her phone when she asked. How many times could she reread the welcome email? “You hardly touched your lunch.”
“That guy over there shit himself,” I whispered. “Not exactly helping my appetite.”
“Really?” She looked up and scanned the room. “Who?” She sounded more intrigued than disgusted.
“Follow the stink.” I jerked my head in the the overgrown toddler’s direction. “Who’d do that? I mean, not just shit themselves, but in public?”
As we watched, a woman in a floral sundress came over and patted him on the back. She wrinkled her nose, but she didn’t stop smiling. He grinned up at her, nodded his head, and stood up.
“He doesn’t seem too bothered by it. Neither does she.”
“I’d rather die.”
She sighed. “Okay. Well, Maeva should be here any moment. If you want to finish your food, now’s the time.”
Three hours. No one said the tour would last that long. Not explicitly. I’d been on college tours a lifetime ago. Haunted site tours. Historical building tours. That stupid celebrity home tour with the obnoxious host when we visited SoCal a few years ago. Three hours. All of them. If you couldn’t squeeze more than three hours of entertainment out of seeing Nic Cage’s infinity pool, then a suburban neighborhood wouldn’t last half that long--even a suburban neighborhood built around a bizarre alternative lifestyle.
“Oh look, that must be her now,” Elise said. I’d pictured an uptight, middle-aged woman in an excessively modest dress. Graying hair in a tight bun. The stink of mothballs and moral judgment trailing behind her. The villain of a Dickens novel, basically. But this woman was maybe twenty-six or seven. She wore a plain white blouse, knee-length brown skirt with brass buttons up the side, and a pair of sandals with straps that snaked up her shapely calves. Her eyes glinted with excitement.
“I’m Maeva,” she said to Elise. “I’m thrilled to finally meet you.”
Elise grinned. “Right? Kind of feels like I already know you after all of the texts. And again, I so, so appreciate your patience with all of my questions.”
Maeva bent over and tucked a loose strand of dark hair behind her ear. “And you must be Mitchell. I’ve heard so much about you. You can call me Miss Maeva, sweetie.”
Elise smiled serenely.
“Nice to meet you, Maeva.”
“Miss Maeva,” she corrected, smile still plastered on her face.
“Right. Miss Maeva.” I plastered on my own bullshit smile, wide as I could manage. I glanced down at my watch. “We have some stuff going on later this afternoon, so can we…?”
Elise cleared her throat. “We talked about this on the way over, remember? Agreed we’d both clear our schedules?” She turned to Maeva. “No rush. We want to get the full experience.”
Maeva straightened up. “Absolutely. We’ll get started. We’re going to meet up with my boy later, by the way. He needed to finish his chores first. He neglected to weed whack when he mowed the lawn last week. Heather pointed the dandelions out to me this morning.”
“How frustrating, ”Elise said. “Sometimes you have to stay on top of them, or nothing gets done.”
“Excuse me?” She’d never mowed the lawn in her life.
“Or not done correctly, anyway,” Maeva said. She waved her hand dismissively. “But he’s a good boy most of the time.”
I felt like the two of them would whine about lawn work indefinitely if I let them. “Alright, then. Tour time?”
Maeva grinned and raised an eyebrow. “I love the enthusiasm. I gave a prospective couple a tour last week, and the boy pouted the entire time. I felt so bad for his wife, but needless to say, I couldn’t recommend them.”
“That’s awful,” Elise said. She shot me a sideways glance.
“I’m sure that won’t be a problem today,” Maeva said. “On to the little boy's room!”
“The little boys' room?”
“The restroom,” Maeva said.
“I know what it is, but I’m alright,” I said.
“Sweetie, I really think you’d feel better if we got you comfortable.”
“I’m fine. Perfectly comfortable. Went right before we left home. Not that it’s any of your concern.”
Maeva cocked her head and got a quizzical look. “No, silly. We need to get you in a diaper.”
I laughed. “Right.”
They stared at me.
I turned to Elise. “What is she talking about? I agreed to a tour. That’s it.”
Elise winced. “Well, I…”
“Well, you what, Elise?”
She shrugged.
“Are you kidding me? With as much as you’ve droned on about this place the last three months, you could have mentioned that detail, don’t you think?”
“All boys on Aranvalle premises wear diapers,” Maeva said. “There’s a one-hour grace period for mail carriers and what have you, but that’s the only allowance. And some of us would prefer to eliminate that loophole, too.”
“Well, then we’ll have to make the tour an hour then, won’t we? I mean, how much can there be to look at? If you’ve been to one suburban development, you’ve been to them all. No offense.”
Maeva’s strained smile settled into a frown. “Aranvalle isn’t just any development. It’s a community. And it’s important that you understand—that we all understand—if you’re a good fit.”
“Our financing is straightforward,” I said. “We’ll keep the lawn mowed and the trashcans stowed away. All the standard HOA crap.”
“It’s not about the money for us here. I thought our low home prices made that clear. We only want homeowners who embrace our lifestyle. Who want to be a part of something bigger. Active members of our vibrant community. At the end of our tour, I will go before the board and make a recommendation about your application.”
“I see,” I said. “And your recommendation about our…suitability—it carries a lot of weight?”
She beamed. “They haven’t gone against my recommendation yet.”
If Elise had told me that morning that I’d need to participate in this nonsense, I would have refused outright. Just like I’d refused to read the books she’d given me. Or the countless articles she’d forwarded. I’d tried one of the videos after she pestered me every day for a week. The presenter spoke slowly, smiled constantly, and made expansive gestures as she explained why men should embrace the diapered lifestyle. I suffered through five minutes of the drivel before jumping to the newest Defunctland ep. Indulging her obsession with this lunacy seemed like a bad idea. And yet, ignoring her overtures had gotten me nowhere. If anything, my reticence stoked her enthusiasm. But if I wasn’t the barrier—if we simply weren’t welcome here—that’d finally put all of this nonsense to rest. I could suck it up and wear a diaper for a couple of hours to never hear about Aranvalle again.
“Sure. If that’s the rule, then that’s the rule.”
Elise frowned at me. “Mitchell, you promised you’d explore this with an open mind.”
“Like I said, let’s get on with it.”
Maeva smiled. “Wonderful. Then off to the little boys' room we go.”
***
The ‘little boys room’ was a bathroom. Of sorts. It had sinks, but no toilets. Weirder still, no toilet stalls--just acres of pristine blue tile gleaming under bright fluorescent lights.
“Diaperboys don’t need privacy,” Maeva explained as we stepped into the room. Her voice echoed in the mostly empty space. “We see all your wet and stinky messes when we change you anyway.”
Instead of toilet stalls, a row of four changing tables lined the back wall, each with stacks of diapers, wipes, powder, and ointments behind them. Sweet-smelling baby powder, diaper rash ointment, and the faint odor of piss permeated the air. As we walked in, a woman stood with her back to us. Two knees poked out to either side of her. “Oh my,” she said to the man on the changing table, her tone syrupy sweet. “You left a big ‘ol mess for mommy today, huh?” A moment later, the dirty diaper stench smacked me across the face.
Elise and Maeva continued chatting, Maeva explaining excitedly all of the diaper changing amenities and Elise nodding along as if any of this would actually impact us. On the table, the woman blew raspberries on the guy’s stomach. He giggled.
I eyed the door. “Look. We really don’t need to do this. I get the idea.”
“Don’t be silly,” Maeva said. “Diaper changes will be a fundamental, daily part of your life at Aranvalle. I already explained that.”
“Right. But we’re not living here. We’re on a tour.”
“Not yet,” Maeva said. “But that’s why you’re here. To see if you’d like to become a part of our community, right?”
I glared at Elise. “Something like that. But, look. I won’t tell if you won’t. I mean, no one has to know that you stretched the rules a bit.”
“You don’t understand. This isn’t about me getting in trouble. You—”
Elise cut her off. “You agreed that you’d keep an open mind today, Mitchell. You promised me.”
“Yeah. This—” I gestured at the diaper change happening a few feet away “—is not keeping an open mind. This is fucking absurd.”
The woman at that table frowned over her shoulder at us.
Deal with it, lady.
Elise stepped closer. She squeezed my arm. “Please, babe. It’s only for a short while. Do it for me?” Her eyes searched mine for understanding. “If you still feel the same way at the end of the tour…” She shrugged.
“If I still feel the same way at the end of the tour, what?” I pressed.
“I’ll drop it.”
“All of this nonsense? Aranvalle. Diapers. This whole female-led relationship thing?”
She paused, bit her lip, then nodded.
“Fine,” I said. “But if word of this gets out to anyone we know…”
She shook her head vigorously. “Of course not.” She ran her finger across her lips, zipping them. “Our little secret.”
Maeva gestured to the changing table right next to the occupied one. That seemed like a breach of etiquette. Like pissing in the urinal next to another dude when ten others were open. But what did I know?
Maeva patted the top of the vinyl-topped table. “Up we go.”
I scooted up onto the table. If I squinted, I could almost imagine I was at the doctor’s office for my annual physical. Getting poked and prodded and asked about my diet felt like a more comfortable scenario in that moment.
“Go ahead and remove his pants, shoes, and underwear,” Maeva instructed Elise.
“I think I can handle…”
Both women glared at me. I raised my hands in surrender.
Elise stepped closer to the table. She reached out, then let her hand drop to her side. Nodded, as if mustering her resolve. Then nodded again. “Right.”
I wanted to remind her that she’d brought this on herself. That she’d brought this on both of us. If I could wear a frigging adult diaper, she could take my pants off without my reassurance.
She yanked off one sneaker. Then the other. She moved up to my pants, fumbling with the button on my jeans. She unzipped them and worked them down my legs. Her warm hand rested on my bare leg for a moment, her head inches from my crotch. A familiar position. Or at least it had been earlier in our marriage. She glanced up at me, blushed, then looked away again.
Then she reached my boxer briefs. Hesitated. Maeva stepped closer and pointed at my crotch. “See the stains? Here. And here. And here.” Her ruby red fingernail grazed the outside of my underwear each time.
Elise stood straight and sighed. “I’ve been doing his laundry long enough I can’t say I’m surprised.”
“Hey,” I said. “If the detergent sits on my clothes too long before you start the wash it discolors my clothes. I’ve told you that.”
“So it’s my fault?” Elise asked. “For cleaning your pee-stained laundry?”
“I told you, it’s not…” I prepared to double down, saw the expression on her face, and thought better of it.
“That’s still damp, there,” Maeva said. She shook her head. “You’d think with as much pee as they leave in their undies, there wouldn’t be so much on the bathroom floor and toilet seat.”
“Tell me about it,” Elise said. “He mostly uses the downstairs bathroom. I avoid it like a hazardous waste site.”
“A problem of the past, if you join our community,” Maeva said, a note of pride in her voice. “The bathroom is my domain in our household.”
Elise chuckled. “I could get used to that.”
“You’ll love it. All their messes stay in their pants where they belong until we’re ready to deal with them.”
“Where they belong?” I laughed. “I’ve been toilet trained since I was two years old.”
“Boys never fully potty train,” Maeva said. She pointed at my crotch. “Case in point.”
I felt a flush of heat in my cheeks. Maybe I dribbled a bit when I tucked my junk back in my pants. So what? I’d been in a hurry to get out the door. In a hurry to get to this stupid place. That had nothing to do with toilet training.
“Can you imagine walking around with urine stains in your panties?” Maeva continued. “I can’t. But for a boy, it’s normal. That’s why they all belong in diapers. No need to pretend at potty training or control or any of that. Just hand that duty over to a mature, responsible woman.”
Elise hooked her fingers into the waistband of my underwear on each side, then tugged them down. I awkwardly scooted one butt cheek up, then the other, until my underwear lay on the floor and my ass stuck to the cool vinyl. I instinctively covered my junk.
Maeva chuckled. “That’s totally unnecessary. I’ve seen plenty of penises. Yours is nothing special.”
The woman next to us tittered. “Boys. So concerned about their peepees, but no worries about someone seeing they’ve piddled in their pants.”
Maeva and Elise laughed with her.
“Like I said, I didn’t…I mean…I didn’t know I’d be sitting in my underwear in front of a stranger when I got up today.”
Maeva turned to Elise. “See? He’s not concerned that he pees himself, just that I might have seen it. Not a concern for his hygiene. Or for your comfort when you have to launder his dirty clothes.”
“Hey,” I said, “what the hell kind of tour guide are you? Aren’t you supposed to sell us on this place?”
“No need to be cwanky,” Maeva said. “This is all part of the experience. Go ahead and lie back, and we’ll get you all taken care of.” She placed a hand on my chest and gently pushed me back onto the table.
I slowly lowered myself down against the surface. My neighbor smiled contentedly up at what I could only assume was his wife as she dusted his junk with baby powder. I stared at the ceiling, trying not to think about what was going to come next. Or about how many nasty diapers had been changed on this same table.
“The women in Aranvalle carry diaper bags everywhere,” Maeva said. “They sell some really fashionable ones in the community store.”
“Oh, I’d love to stop in at the store,” Elise said.
“Of course. But in any case, sometimes you’re in a rush and forget to bring his diaper bag. Or you only packed two diapers, and your boy has three blowouts. For those situations, there are diapers available in all of the boys’ rooms for free.”
“This little super soaker managed to wet through his nighttime diaper and booster pad,” our neighbor said. “Leaked down into his Sketchers. I thought we’d just be out for a bit and left his bag at home. Live and learn.”
Maeva held a massive white diaper. She squeezed the plastic surface, and it crinkled. I’d never seen an adult diaper before. Not in person, at least. A few ads here and there. That one SNL sketch. I’d imagined something medical-looking. This resembled a baby diaper. But it seemed ridiculously thick, all out of proportion with its overall size. Like a caricature of a diaper.
“Uh, there’s no way that’s going to fit under my pants,” I said. “I don’t wear skinny jeans or anything, but come on.”
Maeva unfolded the diaper. “You want to flatten it out like this. That ensures the leak guards pop out.” She ran her finger down the interior, pointing out two strips of fabric on either side of the interior. “There’s one back here, too. It doesn’t totally eliminate blowouts, unfortunately, but it reduces them.” She handed the diaper to Elise.
Elise turned the diaper over in her hands. She ran a finger over the leak guard. “It’s softer than I imagined.”
“Hello,” I said, waving my hand. “Earth to Elise. Won’t fit.”
The stupid thing only grew larger and fluffier as Elise kneaded the plastic with her fingers.
“Alright, now slide the diaper under his bum,” Maeva said. “You shouldn’t have to wrangle him. Tell him what you want him to do at first. Eventually, he will learn to anticipate your expectations. Not just during changes, but in general.”
Elise made eye contact with me. Her expression was unreadable. “Scoot your butt up so I can slide this underneath you.”
“No need to beat around the bush. It’s not a ‘this,’ it’s his diaper,” Maeva said.
“This is ridiculous,” I said. “You badgered me into wearing one of these things, we aren’t doing a group changing session too.” I reached for the diaper.
Elise yanked it away, eyes going wide.
“Boys aren’t allowed to change their own diapers,” Maeva said. “Ever.”
“Come on,” I snapped. “It’s not rocket science.”
“And now is a good time to go over a couple of other rules.” Maeva held up a finger. “No asking for changes. Those happen when a woman sees you need one. Two. No taking your diaper off or fiddling with it. And definitely no sticking your hand down there to play with yourself.”
I sighed. “Sure, whatever. But again, we don’t live here, sooo...”
Maeva bent over me, reaching to the far side of the changing table.
“What are you…hey!”
She cinched a strap fabric tight against me, pinning my arms to my sides. I squirmed against it, trying to wiggle free.
“If you struggle enough, I’m sure you can get a hand free,” Maeva said. “But if you do, there are additional restraints I can get from the supply closet.” She pointed at a metal locker in the corner. “I don’t think either of us want that, do we?”
“Fucking ridiculous!” I spat.
“Sorry about this,” Elise said to the woman at the table next to us.
“Oh, it’s fine,” she replied. “Remember when you were like this?” she asked the man on the table. “Throwing your wittle temper tantrums?”
He nodded slightly.
“What did Miss Veronica’s boy tell you after that time I paddled your bum in the Kroger’s parking lot, hmmm?”
He turned to face me, his flushed face close enough to mine I could smell coffee on his breath. Closer than I ever wanted to be to another dude—especially one getting his diaper changed. “She said I should expect to spend the rest of my life in diapers. The sooner I got used to that, the happier Mommy and I would be.” The corners of his mouth turned up slightly.
I rolled my eyes and turned to face the ceiling again. “That’s great. So happy for the two of you.”
“It’s alright, sweetie,” his ‘mommy’ said. “Some boys take time to embrace their place in the world. I’m glad you found yours.” She blew another raspberry, and he burst into a fit of giggles.
Maeva smacked my left hip lightly.
“Ow!”
“Lift up.”
“Or, you know, you could ask?”
Maeva turned to Elise. “I find that nonverbal signals work best to convey what you need. Once you work out a system, most changes will go quickly and smoothly.”
“Except when you want to take some more time,” the woman at the table next to us said. “Sometimes, my boy needs a bit of extra attention. A slow, sensual cleaning of all his little bits. It’s an unparalleled bonding experience.”
“Really?” Elise said.
“Oh, absolutely. He knows he’s dependent on me for his most basic needs, and we both cherish that.”
I snorted, not caring who thought I was rude at this point.
“Alright, now slide the diaper underneath him and try to line it up,” Maeva said. “It’ll take practice. Have you changed a diaper before?”
Elise nodded. “I babysit my niece a couple of times a month.”
“Great. This is the same idea. Bigger diapers. Bigger messes. But the principle is the same. You want a tight fit, but not too tight. That and making sure it’s symmetrical will help avoid leaks. And he’ll look cuter, too.”
Elise tapped my side. I sighed and lifted myself off the table, my bare ass hovering in the cool air.
Elise tapped my waist again. I lowered myself back down and sank into the warm, soft fluff of the diaper.
“See, you’re already getting the hang of it,” Maeva said, beaming, at Elise.
“Yeah, doesn’t seem so hard.”
“Speaking of hard,” Maeva chuckled, “one other variable you need to deal with is that lil’ guy. You want to make sure his peepee is tucked down in the diaper. Not pointing up. Don’t want him peeing on his shirt, do we?”
I felt a laugh coming. I tried to clamp my mouth closed. Tried to shove it back down my throat. But laughter exploded out of me.
Elise frowned. “What?”
I shook my head, feeling my face flushed with the stifled laughter.
“He doesn’t think he will actually use the diaper,” Maeva said. “He thinks he will play along and then leave before that’s ever a necessity. Right?”
I shrugged. At least as much of a shrug as I could do strapped down to the table.
Maeva leaned over the table, her face inches from mine. “But he should know I’ve never seen a boy hold out that long.” Her eyes searched mine for a moment, then she shrugged and straightened up again. “Let’s wrap this up, hhhmm?”
Elise stood at the end of the table. “Feet on the table. Knees spread wide.”
“Knees spread—”
She gripped my knees and spread my legs.
“Good,” Maeva said.
Elise gripped the front of the diaper and pulled it tight, up, and over my junk. She pressed her knuckles into my belly button, then smoothed first one side of the diaper against me, then the other.
“That’s what you’re going for,” Maeva said. “Tight and symmetrical. But make sure you leave a bit of room in the seat.” She locked eyes with me. “So he has plenty of room for a big poopy if he needs to make one.”
I met her smug smirk with a placid smile. No way was I going to let her get in my head.
“Dust him with powder before you tape,” Maeva said. “That’ll help prevent diaper rash and keep him smelling sweetly. At least as sweetly as a boy who sits in their own pee all day can smell.”
Elise pulled out the tapes, each cracking loudly, then put them in place. With each one, the diaper grew tighter, hugging my butt and cupping my balls in a cloud of fluff.
Maeva clapped her hands. “Perfect. You’re a natural.”
Elise smiled.
“Adorable, isn’t he?” Maeva asked. “Diapers really fill out the butt, nicely, too. You just need to forget about the stinky messes that butt will be leaving for you to clean up.” Maeva popped the straps. “Okay, up you go.”
I sat up and shook my arms to start getting rid of the pins and needles, then swung my legs off the table. The diaper ballooned out in every direction, a bulbous absurdity that erased all but the faintest outline of my junk. The waistband reached all the way to my belly button. It felt like sitting on an overstuffed pillow.
“How does that feel? Are you comfortable? Is the top too tight?” Elise asked.
“Pants.”
“I’m afraid not,” Maeva said. “Boys in Aranvalle aren’t allowed pants in public. We like to see when you’re soggy or stinky enough for a change.”
“Pants,” I repeated.
“Hon,” Elise said. She glanced at Maeva, who stood with arms crossed, and winced. “It sounds like they have a pretty clear rule about this.”
I snatched the pants up myself. “I don’t care what you people do. We don’t live here. This is me meeting you in the middle. No, this is me meeting you way the hell past the middle, Elise.”
Maeva stared me down, her eyes locked on mine. Finally, I turned away to focus on pulling up my pants.
“I’d like to add a stop that wasn’t on the tour plan I provided you,” Maeva said. “Someone who can help with attitude adjustments.”
"Hey," I say in a quiet voice, right by Joey’s ear. "When you and the other boys went to the bathroom earlier, did you go in the potty?"
Everyone else is walking ahead of us on the trail. No one's going to notice if I gently pull back his waistband. Not that they don't know he's wearing a pull-up. "Or did you...oh, yeah. You did go in your padding, didn't you?"
He kind of half-smiles, hands twisting together by his face. "It was an accident..." he starts, but trails off. Both of us know he's not going to be able to get away with lying.
"It's okay. I could tell you needed to poop when we were at the store."
He squirms away from me, covering his face with his hands.
"What? It's not like anyone else noticed. It's just easy for me to tell because I know you so well. You were doing that little thing where you squeeze your hands into fists. And you looked so tense."
We're pretty far behind the group now. Our friend Brian turns around and pauses, waiting for us to catch up. I swat baby’s bottom.
"Is it sticky? Do you need to get cleaned up soon?"
He shakes his head. "I need to go more first."
"Really? You know, you always..." We're catching up with our friend.
"Everything good?" he asks.
"Yeah, thanks for waiting for us." I wonder if he suspects what's going on. By his expression and the way his eyes linger on Joey's crotch, he might.
The group pauses at a sign about the different birds in the forest. I glance over at baby and see that he’s tensed up, hands balled into fists again. I reach out and rub his bottom.
“Are you gonna leak?” I ask quietly in his ear.
He shakes his head, as if to say he doesn’t want me to ask him about it in front of the group. Everybody else has started moving again but we wait a second so that he can finish. We start off, trailing a little behind again.
“I always thought you took so long in the potty because you were going on your phone or something,” I say, reaching up and ruffling his hair. His face looks so pretty in the dappled shade of the trees. “But you still take a long time when you have a diaper on. Or a pull-up.”
He looks away, kind of smiling and blushing again.
“You know you aren’t really meant to do that in pull-ups, right? You remember that?”
“I remember…” he mumbles.
“But you went in your pull-up. You went in the bathroom and made it to the stall, like you were going to use the potty. All the other boys went in the potty properly. But Jojo decided to go in his pants, huh? Don’t shake your head, baby. I know it wasn’t an accident.”
“I just realized I didn’t wanna go in the toilet. And I knew you’d take care of me if I…”
We’re almost caught up to the group. “I’ll take care of you when we stop, okay?”
We’ve reached a fork in the trail and start heading down a path through the meadow.
“This is a good spot,” says Lacey, and the boys help her unfold the picnic blanket.
“Can I have the towel I put in your bag?” I ask, and Lacey nods and passes it to me. “Great, thanks. Joey and I are going to go behind those trees over there,” I say, pointing. “Don’t wait for us to start eating.”
I think everybody knows what’s going on. We walk over to the trees and I check the ground for poison oak or any other danger and spread out the towel. He takes off his backpack.
“Do you just have pull-ups in here? Oh, nope, you packed a diaper. Good.”
“I’m not sure I need a diaper…” He sits down on the towel and leans back on his elbows.
“What’s that, silly? Of course you need a diaper today. You packed one for yourself.”
He smiles and rubs his hand across his lips.
“Was this your plan the whole time? Pack a diaper in your backpack, go potty in your pants, and have Mommy clean you up and diaper you?”
He smiles bigger. “Maybe a little bit…”
“Then don’t be silly and tell me you don’t want it.” I kneel down and lean over him, grabbing one of his hands and pushing it back onto the towel next to his head. “Do you need kisses?”
He nods. I lean down and feel his nose squish against my face as I find his lips. “I let you get away with so much,” I tell him.
“I know.” I start to straighten up and he raises his head off the towel, trying to keep his lips locked with mine.
“That’s enough,” I tell him, pressing a finger to his mouth. “You’re so greedy.”
He rubs a hand over his face again. I look down and inspect his pants.
“You wet your pants a little bit. Let me guess. Did you bring an extra change of pants, too?”
He nods, looking sheepish.
“Aww…” I unbutton his pants and he helps me pull them off. His pull-up is drenched and stained. “Baby. You destroyed this.”
He’s sucking on two fingers.
“Tell me what you did,” I say, ripping open one side of the pull-up and then the other.
“I went in the bathroom with the other guys. Everybody went to the urinals except me and Brian. There were two stalls so Brian went in one stall and I went in the other one. I looked at the toilet and thought ‘nope’, and I squatted down and I pooped in my diaper…”
“How did it feel?”
“Good…” he says. His legs are starting to squirm and I grab one of his thighs to hold it steady while I coax the pull-up out from under him. It’s so messy. I search his backpack for a ziploc bag. “It was kind of hard at first and the pull-up made it right against my bottom…”
I put the bagged, messy, stinky pull-up to the side. “Let’s do wipes. Keep talking. What happened next?”
“I pooped a lot but I knew I had to go more. It still felt kind of heavy in my stomach while I was washing my hands. I wasn’t sure if the other guys knew I went or not. Everyone was just acting normal when we left, but I could feel it swinging under me a little bit.”
“Uh-huh…and you didn’t tell Mommy because…”
“I didn’t wanna. I like it better when she notices on her own…”
“Yeah, and I did notice. I noticed you had to poop and then I noticed that you were stinky.” I’m almost finished wiping him. I have another ziploc bag ready for all the dirty wipes. “Did you bring the soap and the water bottle?”
He nods. “It’s in the backpack, too.”
“Good, that means I can wash my hands properly after this. I’m going to need to. You got really messy.”
“I know…” Now one of his hands is under his shirt, playing with his nipple.
“What are you doing? Does that feel nice?”
“Mm…maybe.”
I brush my fingertips over his erection and he wiggles on the mat. “Does that feel nice?”
“Mmhm…and the sun feels nice on my face…”
“Silly. I think getting your penis touched feels better than the warm sun.”
“It’s a good combination…”
I wrap my hand all the way around him and he lets out a little desperate noise in his throat.
I lean up to kiss him again.
“We’re going to be late to the picnic if you…” He cuts himself off with another little groan as I start to stroke up and down.
“What? Are you telling me you don’t want to cum right now?”
He shakes his head. “No, no, I didn’t…mm…”
“It’s okay. Knowing you, it won’t take very long. And then we can go join the party.”
I wrote this Christmas caption with @prettymuchpottytrained, who is also the adorable little one pictured here. We hope you enjoy it and enjoy the holidays! This may also turn into its own story universe, so let us know if you want more!
Sunlight trickled into the room as the door inched open. The sleeping girl never stirred.
Mommy intended to wake her up from sleep slowly, but her momentary pause to take a quick picture gave their overly excited golden retriever an opening.
Instead of a tranquil picture of Kallie sleeping with her thumb in her mouth and a swollen diaper peeking out of her Christmas pajamas, Mommy captured the moment the puppy licked her face.
It wasn’t the perfect picture Mommy had hoped for—this was their first Christmas as a family since Kallie was regressed after all—but it was authentic to their new life.
And, if she was honest, even more adorable than she had hoped.
“Hehehehee, Kaya!” Kallie giggled, fighting off the overzealous puppy’s kissing onslaught.
“Well, good morning, little one,” Mommy cooed, “How did my precious babygirl sleep, hmmm?”
“M-mooooorning, Mama,” Kallie yawned, wiping the sleep from her eyes.
Mommy scooped up her groggy little, who clung to her like a koala. Kallie’s diaper squished on Mommy’s forearm, yet Mommy still pulled back the waistband of her diaper.
“Mamaaa!” Kallie whined.
Mommy expected that reaction, of course. Kallie always squirmed and fussed when her diaper was checked the first thing after she woke up.
Not that Kallie should be surprised. By now, waking up dry isn’t even a consideration. And waking up to a clean diaper is more of a surprise than a messy diaper.
“No poopies!” Mommy announces, carrying Kallie out of the room.
The smell of sizzling bacon and chocolate chip pancakes is unmistakable once they leave the bubble of baby powder and soiled diapers.
“Pantiecakes!” Kallie squealed in delight. Mommy can’t help but laugh at Kallie’s adorable name for pancakes.
Kallie was so excited about her “pantiecakes,” that she completely forgot it was Christmas morning—at least until she got upstairs.
There was no mistaking that it was Christmas up here.
As always, Nana and Gampa’s cabin was decked out for Christmas. Strings of Christmas lights wrapped the wooden walls as firewood crackled in the fireplace. And of course, the freshly cut Christmas tree with stacks of presents under it.
Though, unsurprisingly, Kallie only had eyes for the presents.
“Pwesents!” Kallie shouted, bouncing in Mommy’s arms.
Her pure, innocent excitement drew everyone’s attention to her, causing her to blush profusely.
“Merry Christmas, Peanut!” Daddy said from the kitchen,
She didn’t have any time to answer before Nana was pinching her cheeks and gushing over how cute she was.
“Breakfast will be ready in 15,” Daddy announced, “I have her morning bottle ready. Do you mind, babe?”
“Oh, no, you relax, dear,” Nana waved Mommy away. “This is a job for Nana, isn’t it, baby?”
Kalie’s cheeks continued to redden as she was placed in Nana’s lap. The twenty-two-year-old never felt more babyish than when Nana doted on her.
Especially lying there in her pajamas that did little to hide how soggy her diaper was.
And Nana always fussed over her diaper.
By the time her bottle was empty, Kallie was lost in a milk haze, barely registering Daddy’s voice as Nana burped her.
“Kallie? Do you wanna help Dada bring over the plates for breakfast?”
She answered with a loud burp.
“Good girl, get all the icky bubbles out of your tummy,” Nana encouraged as she gently patted Kallie’s back.
“C-coming, Dada!” Kallie shouted after one last burp.
“Be careful not to spill, baby,” Dada warned as Kallie grabbed two plates, “Those are for Nana and Gampa.”
After delivering the plates, Kallie turned around to get the remaining few.
“Come here, sweetie. Let’s get you in your high chair, okay?”
“B-buh!”
“No butts,” Mommy laughed, picking Kallie up and depositing her into her highchair. Her little feet swayed nervously being the center of attention.
Gampa took Kallie’s plate and cut up her pancakes into bite-sized pieces while Nana made silly faces.
“Don’t forget her bib, hun.”
“How could I forget?” Daddy laughed, wrapping the bib around Kallie.
The bib is red with a picture of Santa, next to it says, “Drinks more milk than Santa!”
“Can you read what it says, Peanut?” Daddy asked.
Her cheeks are as rosy red as the Santa on her bib. “D-dwinks mo’ m-milk den Santa…”
“Wow, good job!” Nana gushed, “What a smart baby you two have!”
“She loves to read,” Mommy said proudly, “If only she had that same enthusiasm for potty training!”
“Awww, don’t be too quick to make it past the diaper phase!” Nana responded sagely, “You’ll miss those moments one day.”
“Well, I’ll let you change her after those pancakes make it to her diaper, Mom,” Mommy retorted, smiling.
Daddy didn’t give her any time to dwell on the idea, feeding her a piece of pancake. Chocolate smeared on her cheeks.
“Your Daddy tells me you’re itching to go sledding today, little one. Are you sure you’re ready?” Gampa asked Kallie.
“I don’t know about that, Dad,” Mommy interjected.
“Mhm! M’a big girl! I cans do it, Mama!”
Gampa laughed at her bravery.
“Dadaaaa,” Kallie whined, bouncing and kicking her legs after waiting too long in between bites.
“How could I forget my little Kallie’s nummies?” Daddy answered.
“Don’t forget to drink your juice,” Mommy said, putting a sippy cup on her tray.
Juice trickled down Kallie’s cheeks and into her bib.
“Have you been a good girl for Santa this year?” Nana asked.
“M..M’fink sos! I…umm..been using ma manners a…an not squirmin and fussin during didi changes f-for m-mah teachers ah daycares!”
“Well,” Nana said conspiratorially, “That must be why I saw so many presents under the tree!”
Kallie giggled as she took another bite of pancakes.
“That’s my girl,” Daddy announced, ruffling her hair, “All done!”
“That must mean it’s time for presents!” Gampa added.
“Yahhhh pwesents! Pwesents, pweeeease?”
Mommy shot him an angry look.
“Once we clean up, honey. Not before,” Mommy commanded.
“H-hey!” Kallie squealed as Daddy checked her diaper.
“She didn’t poop yet, right, babe?” he asked Mommy.
“Not yet, but it shouldn’t be too long.”
All Kallie could do is cover her face in embarrassment until Nana pulls them away and wipes her cheeks and hands of the chocolate.
“Why don’t you watch some tv while the adults clean up, hmm?” Daddy suggested.
“B-buh…pwesents!”
“Once we clean up, I promise, kiddo.”
“Kay…wanna watch Bluey! Pretty please?”
“Bluey it is,” Mommy conceded, pulling her from the highchair and bringing her to the living room. “Now, can you be a good girl and watch quietly, or do I need to get your playpen?”
“Nuh uh! Big girl, Mama!”
“Okay, I trust you, baby.” Before she left to clean with Nana, Mommy put on Bluey.
Once out of earshot, Nana worriedly turns to Mommy. “I’m worried about her. Is she backed up?”
“Oh, she’s fine. She’s been a little potty-shy lately. Let her think we're distracted and I’m sure she’ll move things along.”
Nana nodded, but kept a watchful eye on the poor girl.
“Trust me, she’s okay. You won't have to wait long.”
“I don’t know, she’s such a cutie. I hate thinking she’s uncomfortable.”
Kallie glanced at the adults, who all seemed busy. She stood up, eyes fixed on the tv, whimpering as she unconsciously did a potty dance to the intro of Bluey.
“Bingo!” she shouted.
She sang along while slyly looking for a comfortable place to poop. She spied the couch and slowly toddled over, trying to act innocent.
Daddy elbowed Mommy and Nana, knowing all of Kallie’s telltale signs she’s about to fill her diaper.
“Bluey!”
As the show started, Kallie slowly crept to her chosen spot on the back of the couch, pushing her tummy against it and squatting down a bit.
“Mmghh.”
Her big breakfast and last night’s dinner erupted into the back of her diaper as she pushed. Her diaper strained under the weight of her mess, drooping dangerously low and pulling down her pajamas.
Everyone watched her little show, doing their best not to ruin the adorable moment unfolding on the couch.
At the silly girl who thinks she’s not obviously messing her diaper.
“Mmmggghhhh.”
A loud toot betrayed her, forcing her to blush. She wiggled her butt, still pooping, pretending to be invested in Bluey.
“A..all…mghff…d-done,” she whispered to herself.
After one final grunt, she takes a deep breath and relaxes, giggling. She immediately went back to watching her show, dancing and bouncing on the couch.
Unable to help herself–and struggling to stay composed in the face of something so adorable–Nana sat next to Kallie, smiling.
She does her best to ignore the smell of Kallie’s very dirty diaper.
“Enjoying your show, baby? Your Mama says this is your favorite! Can you tell me about it?”
Kallie tried to inch away from Nana to stay undetected, but is pulled into her lap.
Fighting to stay innocent, she nods excitedly. “Mhm! Dats Bluey! An an dats Bingo!”
Nana let Kallie ramble on about her favorite show, telling her about her favorite episodes, and who all the characters are.
“Those are her Mama and Dada! Buh they’re not as cool as mines! My Mama and Dada are the bestest!”
“Awww, thank you, peanut!” Daddy said as he headed downstairs to grab her diaper supplies.
Kallie’s rambling immediately slowed as Daddy came back upstairs with her diaper bag and set up the changing station right next to the Christmas tree.
“Uhh…ummm…keepy uppy is my favorite,” Kallie mumbled distractedly.
“Ohh, that’s exciting,” Nana responded, looking past Kalie.
Kallie feels the back of her diaper pulled back, turning to find Mommy smiling at her.
“Uhh ohhh, does Mama have a stinky baby, hmm? Are you my stinky baby? Yes, you are! Mama’s little stinkerpants!”
Nana sensed her embarrassment and pinched her cheeks before pulling Kallie into a hug.
“Don’t be embarrassed, sweetpea! Nana knows you’re just a baby and couldn’t help it!”
“Well, either way, time to get that tushie clean,” Mommy laughed, carrying you to the changing pad.
Nana followed Mommy, but Gampa grabbed his coffee and headed to the patio. “You girls have fun.”
Mommy knelt between Kallie’s legs and pulled off her pajama pants as Nana sat down next to her.
“Kaya, no!” Mommy chided the dog who shoved her nose into her diaper.
Kallie wiggles in shame, eyes welling with tears. “Nuuu, don’ wan ch-changies!”
As Mommy prepares the wipes, Kallie kicks and fusses, forcing her to grab her ankles.
“Such a squirmy baby this morning, aren’t you? Someone must be excited to play in the snow with Kaya after presents!”
Mommy knew she said the magic words as Kallie stopped fussing.
Kallie looked out the window at the falling snow and then down to the presents next to her.
“P-pwesants an-and swedding!”
“That’s right, honey,” Mommy cooed as she ripped the tabs of her diaper and used the front to wipe as much poop from her tush as possible. “Once you're clean, you can open presents!”
Between the promise of presents and sledding, Kallie barely fussed as her legs were thrust into the air and Mommy wiped her bum clean of poop–a slow process given the extent of her mess.
Kallie still wasn’t used to being changed so openly, like she was a genuine baby. Especially when there were people other than Mommy and Daddy.
Though she couldn’t deny she loved the attention from Mommy and Nana.
After what Kallie was sure was three hours, Mommy finally taped on her diaper and slid up her pajamas.
“There, all done, Ladybug! That wasn’t so bad, was it? Thank you for not being a squirmy wormy baby!” Mommy praised, before blowing a big raspberry on Peanut’s tummy.
“Hehehe Mama!! Ticklesss!”
Nana grabbed the stinky, rolled up diaper and threw it away.
“Do I spy a clean Peanut?” Daddy boomed coming inside with Gampa. “Is it time for presents?”
“Yayayaya! Pwesents Dada!!”
Daddy suddenly looked serious. “Well, sweetie, can you do something very important for us?”
“Mhm!”
“I knew I could trust you! You’re going to be Santa and choose the next present for everyone to open? Can you do that?”
“Yeah, Dada!”
“Good girl! We’re all counting on you!”
Everyone took their seats on the couch next to the Christmas tree. Kallie was shaking with eager excitement.
“Who’s first, cutie?”
Kallie waddled to the tree, her diaper crinkling merrily with every step. When she bent down to choose a present, three inches of diaper poked out, causing Nana to gush about how cute she was.
“This one, Dada!” she decided, running to Gampa with a gift.
By the time she gave everyone but herself a gift, she was buzzing. Wrapping paper was strewn over the floor.
“Time for one of yours, honey!” Daddy said, “Grab one and come sit on my lap.”
“Okay, Dada!!”
Kallie grabbed the biggest one she could find. “This one from Nana and Gampa!!”
Daddy helped Peanut bring it over, putting the present at his feet for Kallie to open. She didn’t need any encouragement, ripping it open without any hesitation.
“Ahhhh, itsa Bluey play house!!! An an an look it has Bluey and Bingo! Thank you Nana and Gampa!” Kallie shouted as she ran over to give them hugs.
“You’re very welcome, dear,” Nana answered, patting her cheek. Gampa looked just as surprised as Kallie to discover what the present was.
Suddenly, Kallie looked like she remembered something. “Oh oh, Mama and Dada!! M…I made you this at daycare an an…it’s cause you’re the bestest Mama and Dada ever!”
She bent down and grabbed a poorly wrapped package, holding it as if it were her masterpiece. She brought it to Daddy for them to open.
“My gosh, Peanut!” Daddy gushed, “You got us something?”
“M-mhm! Open it!”
Mommy carefully unwrapped the present, trying to fight back tears. When they opened the box they found a Christmas ornament.
“Baby…this is…well…” Mommy could no longer fight back tears, “This is the best gift ever!”
She held up the ornament for Nana and Gampa to see. It was a beautiful red ball with a drawing of Mommy, Daddy, and Kallie.
On the other side of the drawing, Kallie had written “Baby’s First Christmas, 2025.”
A collective “awwww” rang out as Mommy and Daddy wrapped their babygirl in a bear hug.
“We love you, little one,” Mommy crackled through tears, “More than you’ll ever know.”
“I…I love you too, Mama. And Dada!”
The moment was only broken when Daddy couldn’t control himself anymore and walked to his bedroom to “grab something special” for Kallie.
She was confused as she still had more than a few presents to open.
Mommy gave him the “slow down” look, but it was obvious Daddy couldn’t wait any longer.
When he got back, there was only a small, neatly wrapped box in his hand. He scooped up Kallie and put her in his lap.
“This is from Mama and me, sweetie. I couldn’t wait anymore after I opened your amazing gift. Anyway, here you go.”
Kallie took the box from Daddy, holding it like it was a precious gem. She ripped the wrapping paper and found only a black box.
“Open it, silly,” Daddy said to her confused look.
When she did, she saw some weird bracelet. It took a second to realize what it is.
“I-is this…a-a Magic band, Dada?” she asked.
“Why don’t you keep opening it, baby?” Daddy prompted.
She did.
Kallie found a hand drawn ticket from Daddy that said “Good for one week at Disney World with Mommy and Daddy.”
Underneath it was a paper wrapped around a keycard that said “Kallie’s key to the Beach Club Resort.”
Under the keycard were a few random tickets, such as: one “Good for ONE Get Out Of A Nap Free” card; two “Good for ONE big girl drink at Epcot” cards; and three “Good for ONE Snack of Your Choice” cards; and finally, one “Good for ONE Disney Stuffie of Your Choice” card.
Kallie slowly put it all together, her eyes full of tears. She looked at Daddy. And then Mommy.
“W-we’re g-going to D-Disneyw-world?!”
“That’s right, baby! We leave in two weeks!”
Kallie squealed in utter delight, practically tackling Daddy as she leaned to hug both him and Mommy.
It was another ten minutes before she calmed down enough to start handing out more presents. Of course, more than a few of the presents were Disney related to tease the idea of Disney before the grand reveal.
But it didn’t matter.
Not when they watched their little one fully regress in pure, unfiltered joy. By the time she opened her last present, she barely resembled the twenty-two year old girl she was.
She was their little.
An hour later, Kallie was lying on the carpet next to her Bluey playset, fast asleep, still holding her Bluey figurine in her hand. Her binky still bobbed slowly.
Daddy and Mommy watched her sleep for a few minutes, soaking it all in. Eventually, Daddy put down his whiskey and carefully picked her up and brought her downstairs for a nap.
All anyone could talk about for the next hour she was asleep was how adorable their little Kallie was—and how perfect their first Christmas was going.
Mommy tried to talk Daddy out of taking her sledding after she woke up. But eventually gave in. Besides, the thick, poofy snowsuit they got was far too adorable to not use.
And the hill behind the cabin wasn’t too dangerous. She may be their little, but she was big enough to be safe. And it’s not like Daddy and Gampa wouldn’t be right there with her.
But until she woke up, they were content to prepare dinner and watch football, checking on her every so often in the baby monitor.
“Who’s that?” I can faintly make out his silhouette over me, tugging on my shirt.
I sit up, propping myself up on one hand and switching on the lamp on my bedside table. “Did you have a scary dream?”
He nods.
“Do you need to sleep in my bed?” We started having him sleep in the guest bedroom when he came down with a nasty virus, but it’s been months since he’s gotten better and I still tuck him into bed in “his” bedroom.
He looks away.
“Ohh, don’t be shy, baby. It’s okay.” I reach out and pull him towards me, turning out the light again. We cuddle up together and I feel something warm against my thigh. “Uh-oh. You okay?”
No answer.
“Was it a really scary dream?”
“Uh-huh…”
I sit up again and switch the lamp back on, pulling back the covers and squeezing the front of his pull-up. “Are you soaked front-to-back?” I push his knees back and squeeze his bottom, too.
He puts his thumb in his mouth, hooking his hand over his nose and trying to hide his face.
“Was the dream so scary it made you go pee?”
He nods.
“Did you wake up all wet?”
Another nod.
“How come you didn’t tell me?”
He looks away again. Maybe he doesn’t know.
“That’s okay. I found out anyway. You weren’t able to hide it for very long.”
I stand up and find him a diaper and his wipes and lotion. “You keep needing changes in the middle of the night. Is it time we put you in a big diaper before bed?”
He shakes his head.
“How come? You woke up with wet sheets yesterday, remember? And there were two times last week you came into my bedroom because you’d had an accident and needed help.”
His thumb comes out of his mouth, still rubbing on his lip. “I know.”
I have his pull-up all the way off and I’m starting to wipe him down. “Does that feel good? Is it making you sleepy again?” His eyes are getting droopy and red. I lean up to kiss him on the cheeks and forehead. “That’s good sleepy, right? Not scary.”
He nods. I squeeze the lotion onto one hand and rub them together.
“I woke up and my heart was going so fast.”
I kind of knew he would want to talk about it, even if he felt shy at first. “Oh yeah?”
“I sat up in bed because I woke up so fast. And then I was all alone in the room and it was dark…I…” Tears are starting to well up in his eyes.
“Baby…” I get him a tissue from the bedside table, trying not to get lotion on it. “That sounds really scary.
He wipes his eyes.
“Do you need to take a break and let me hold you? Or is it okay if I keep getting you ready for your diaper?”
“Diaper,” he says quietly.
I go back in with the lotion. When I finally pull the diaper under him, a couple beads of pee well up at the end of his penis and run down onto the padding.
“You all good?”
He nods.
“Do you know that you just went pee a little bit? Did you feel that?”
He shakes his head and I kneel up and rub his chest. “It’s okay. It must be like a Pavlovian thing. You just have to pee every time there’s a diaper under you.” I pull it up gently between his legs and smooth the tapes. “There.”
He’s sucking on his thumb again.
“Do you need a pacifier?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Okay. Do you need anything else?”
He nods. “I want my warm stuffie.”
“Okay, we can go put it in the microwave for a couple minutes.” I rub his chest again and stand up. “Can you get it for me?”
He slips out of bed and I hear his footsteps down the hallway. I fish his pacifier out of the drawer and go to the kitchen to wait for him.
When he comes in, he’s squeezing his pink pig to his chest. “You got it?” I stand up and stand behind him as he opens the microwave door. Piggy goes inside and he shuts it. I reach around him and press the numbers in. “Two minutes.”
I pull a chair out from the kitchen table and invite him to sit on my lap. It’s a little awkward, with his legs folded up but still just barely comfortable on the wooden chair. I pull his head towards my shoulder and he lets me stroke his hair.
“My room is still scary,” he says quietly.
“Still scary?”
“It’s too dark.”
“We should get you a nightlight in there. Does that sound good?”
He nods.
“Maybe we need one for the bathroom, too. That could help you with accidents. Is it sometimes scary to get up to go pee?”
He nods again. “And I try to hold it but it’s too hard.”
“I know. Nighttime is a long time to hold it for you.” I kiss his head and the microwave chimes. “Oh, Piggy’s ready.”
He stands up off my lap and opens the microwave door, turning around with his stuffie squeezed close to his chest again.
“I bet Piggy likes helping you feel better when you’re scared,” I say, reaching up to stroke his hair again. “Oh, oops, I almost forgot.”
I turn back to the table and pick up his pacifier. I nudge his arms down so that I can clip it to his shirt and then slip the pacifier into his mouth. One of his hands goes down between his legs almost at once, the other still clutching his pig.
“Oh, do you need to pee again? You can just go if you need to.”
He shakes his head, turning red around his nose and ears.
“Ohh, I bet that just feels good.”
He nods, still rubbing gently on the front of his diaper.
“That’s good. I’m glad you’re self-soothing.” I put my hand on his back and guide him back down the hallway to the bedroom.
“Does the lamp need to stay on?” I ask as we crawl back into bed.
He shakes his head. “No. Because now I know I’m safe. Because I’m with you.”
“Oh, stop pouting, baby. Mommy thinks you look adorable!”
You could not disagree more.
Your light blue binky bobs in nervous anticipation, your arms crossed dramatically over your dinosaur-clad play shirt that makes no effort whatsoever to cover your half-filled Lil’ Comforts Teddy Bums diaper.
“Buh he gon’ fink ‘ma baby!”
Mommy just smiles. “You are a baby, dear.”
Your cheeks flush. Normally, you wouldn’t think twice about this outfit.
But today is not a normal day.
Mommy’s new boyfriend, Derek, is coming over to meet you for the very first time—and this is how Mommy dressed you? Of course you’re going to pout!
It was already a hard enough pill to swallow the day Mommy told you she no longer saw you as a man capable of having sex after being her baby for so long.
Especially when she started dating again, leaving you alone with her friends to babysit you.
As humiliating as it was to be babysat by women who used to respect you while your wife was out fucking some random guy, at least it happened away from you. Made it easier to pretend you weren’t some silly baby who lost any hope of sex.
Not anymore.
Tinkle spurts into your diaper when the doorbell rings. Your tummy feels like there’s a swarm of angry bees desperately trying to escape.
Until today, only women have seen you as the baby you are. You shudder at the idea of a man seeing you sitting on a play mat, with a bulging diaper and pacifier.
Knowing full well he’s there to fuck your wife.
You cringe at the casual, intimate way Mommy greets Derek. The same way she used to greet you a lifetime ago.
Just as your nerves seemed poised to overwhelm you, a beautiful woman timidly appears behind Derek.
To your surprise, Mommy greets her nearly the same as she greeted Derek. But why didn’t Mommy mention her?
You didn’t have time to dwell. “So this is the cutie I’ve heard so much about!”
Derek confidently walks straight to you, smiling warmly. The woman trails behind him, her hand in his.
“Hey, little guy! You’re even more adorable in person—and the pictures your Mommy showed me were just so stinking cute! I’m Derek and this adorable lady is Megan.”
As Megan smiles at you, you’re positive you see the faintest trace of a diaper under her pink floral dress.
“Benny,” Mommy scolds you for your silence, “That is no way to greet our guests. Be a good boy and use your manners.”
By now, your cheeks are a shade of red so deep only an artist would know the name. “H-hi Mithter Dawek an Megan.”
Derek kneels and boops your nose. “What a sweet little boy you are! My Megan wears those same diapies!”
“Daddyyy! Only at night!” Megan shouts proudly.
“That’s right, kiddo! How can I forget how far my princess has come with her potty training?”
“Mhm! Only pullies now, Daddy!” Megan says, turning to you, “I’m not a baby in diapers!”
“Be nice, sweetie. He’s a long way off from potty training. Some babies need diapers longer than others.”
Mommy grabs Derek from behind and kisses his neck. “His diaper isn’t the only thing that’s wet, babe. I’ll be waiting upstairs.”
Derek flashes a devious grin and playfully spanks Mommy as she walks away. “I’ll be right up, babe.”
You wince every time they call each other babe.
“I get to babysit the baby like you said, right, Daddy?”
“Yes, sweetie. Show Daddy you can be a responsible big girl. Do you remember what we agreed on?”
“Mhm! If my pully is dry and the baby is okay when you come back, I get to come play upstairs with Daddy and Ms. Emma!”
Derek winks at Megan. “Good girl! And remember, only come upstairs if there is an emergency. Poopy diapers are not an emergency.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
Derek kissed Megan on the forehead before he ran upstairs, leaving you alone with Megan.
All the excitement you had about Megan faded away as she closed in on you, grinning with her newfound authority.
“Hello, little baby,” Megan snorted, “You have to listen to whatever I say, got it?”
You spit your paci out. “Says who?”
“Says Daddy. And binky stays in, baby,” Megan commands, sliding the pacifier back into your mouth.
“Stop calling me baby! You’re in diapers, too!”
Megan rolls her eyes. “Pull-ups aren’t diapers. And besides,” Megan gloats, prodding at your wet diaper, “I’m dry, soggypants.”
“Whatever.”
“Your Mommy says you still make poopoos in your diapers. Only babies poop their diapers.”
“Shut up!”
“And that you only get cummies when you make silly baby humpies in poopy diapies! Daddy lets me play with him now that I’m out of diapers!”
Her words send shivers down your spine. “N-not true!” you lie.
“Hehehe, oh yeah? Well, your Mommy showed me a video of you humping your teddy bear! That one right there!”
A stream of pee floods your diaper.
“Awww, did the baby just piddle hims diapie?” She giggles uncontrollably at the wet squelching as she slaps your diaper.
“S-stop!” you whine feebly, hating the stupid pats yet wanting—needing—her to keep playing with your diaper.
It’s been so long since Mommy rubbed your diaper.
So very long.
Suddenly, your hips thrust forward into her palm. The movement is so pathetic, so desperate, there is no denying what you were doing.
Oh no.
“Ewwwwwww! Gross baby humpies! I’m telling your Mommy!”
Terror floods your already fuzzy brain at the thought of Mommy’s reaction. “N-no, please don’t tell Mommy! I-I’ll do anything. I’m sorry!”
“Anything?”
The way Megan said anything made you regret ever begging.
“W-well, I-I…what do you want?”
Megan grabs your special teddy bear and tosses it on the floor next to you.
“I want to watch the baby make his poopy pamper humpies!”
Your heart drops. “Bu-but i-if Mommy…if she…sees stickies in my diaper…I-I…”
“What if I tell her you tried to make gross baby humpies on my hand?”
“P-please…anything but that!”
“C’mon, baby,” she coos, patting your diaper again with an air of finality, “I know you wanna. I’ll even let you look at me.”
Your head is beyond fuzzy now. She wordlessly pushes you to the floor, grabbing your legs. Slowly, she pushes your left leg to your chest. Then your right.
A rhythmic dance of pushing and pulling.
Much to Megan’s amusement, a loud, bubbly toot erupts from you before you realize what she’s doing.
“Ut oh, are you going poopy, baby? Yes, you are! Yes, you are!”
Faced with the constant onslaught of bicycle kicks, the pressure in your tummy builds despite a series of bubbly toots. Each toot sounded more ominous than the last.
Megan could barely breathe from laughing, chanting, “Poopy baby! Poopy baby!” in between giggles.
Finally, the pressure hits its zenith. There’s nothing you can do to stop the inevitable.
“Awww, are you being a good babysitter and helping Benny make pushies, Megan?”
Mommy’s sudden appearance—in stunning black lingerie no less—breaks open the floodgates.
“Mpfgfff,” you grunt as a loud, bubbly mess explodes into your diaper.
“Yes, Ms. Emma! His tummy hurt and he was sooo nervous to poopoo in front of me!”
“Mgfhgff.”
“That’s so sweet of you, honey! Thank you!”
Megan beams with pride while you grunt.
“Come over here, sweetie. Your Daddy asked me to check your pull-up.”
Megan walks over to your Mommy, who slides her hand into her romper and feels her pull-up.
“Good girl, all dry! Ready to come play with me and your Daddy?” Mommy winks playfully.
“Mghhff.”
“Yes, please, Ms. Emma! But…ummm…”
“What is it, dear?”
“C-can the baby come watch? M-maybe if he sees what he’s missing, he’ll take potty training more seriously.”
Mommy laughs. “You’re such an angel, honey. But no. I don’t want my room smelling like a nursery. He’ll wait in his crib while we play. Besides, I have no plans to ever potty train him. He never satisfied me anyway. He belongs in diapers.”
“Hehehehehe, okay, Ms. Emma! I’ll help with the stinky baby.” Megan takes your hand and helps you stand up.
Your diaper, burdened by a massive mess, hangs perilously from your waist.
Between your Mommy, the continuous laughing from Megan, the ridiculously drooping diaper, and unrelenting stink, you’ve never felt more pathetically infantile.
Never felt more like a baby.
Megan slaps the bottom of your diaper. “He makes big poopies, Ms. Emma! Look at his diaper!”
“You have no idea, honey. Come on, Benny. Let’s get you in your crib. Megan, Daddy is waiting for you in my room.”
“Yes, Ms. Emma!” Megan shouts, running upstairs.
Mommy kisses your forehead. “Did you have fun with Megan, baby? Isn’t she the sweetest? She might even be your big sister one day!”
You nod uncommittedly.
Mommy leads you to your crib, handing you your favorite stuffy. The silence of the nursery is interrupted by Daddy and Megan talking.
“Oh, I forgot to mention, honey. Daddy got you a present!” Mommy says over the muffled moans.
You realize what it is.
“But remember baby. If I find any stickies in your diaper, I will spank your poopy butt in front of everyone, okay?”
“O-okay,” you whimper.
“Good boy.”
Ten minutes later, the moans from Mommy and Megan fill every space of the your nursery. Not even the rapidly cooling mess dulls the throbbing in your diaper.
Or the memories of Megan’s diaper pats. And the disappointment of not getting to finish—punishment be damned.
Nothing you do gets Megan out of your head.
Surely Mommy was kidding about the big sister stuff, right?
The thought of this being a common occurrence made you shiver with fear—and arousal. You know you were in trouble as your hand drifted down to your teddy and placed it under you as you flipped on your stomach.
You humped to the rhythm of the moans on the baby monitor, imagining what it would be like to do this in front of Megan.
Your spurties came so fast and were so intense you screamed in pleasure.
The baby monitor went silent.
“If he did what I think he did, I’m going to spank him raw.”
“Let me, babe,” Derek says calmly, “We should both be responsible for disciplining our little.”
“Not me!” Megan whines.
“Why don’t we do it together, babe. As a family.”
The baby monitor was silent again as the footsteps got louder.
Katie and her mother were out running errands and ended up stopping by the mall to do some shopping afterwards. Despite her pleading that she could be trusted to wear a pull-up, Katie's mom decided that it would be easier for everyone if Katie wore one of the new diapers that they got a couple days ago.
"Mom, please. It was just one accident...why can't I just wear my pull-ups like I always do? I don't want to wear a diaper out in public."
"We talked about this already Katie. The doctor recommended that we try out diapers for a couple weeks since your bladder control has decreased each visit since this all started a few months ago.
I'm sure you won't need the extra protection, but I'd rather be safe than sorry. Remember how embarrassed you were when your pull-up leaked in front of your little sisters last week? I don't want that to happen when we are out shopping."
"That's not fair! The only reason why I leaked was because Naomi took too long in the bathroom when my pull-up was already wet!"
"That's all the more reason to wear some extra protection today. And if you do good today,! promise to let you wear your pull-ups from here on out if you don't have anymore accidents. I tried to pick out a cute design that makes them look and feel more like the panties you use to wear, but l think they sent me the wrong pack, here try them on."
"MOM! These look like actual baby diapers! Why are they Sesame Street themed?? 'm not wearing an ELMO DIAPER in public! I'm 19 years old, I'm not a toddler like you and everyone else seem to believe!"
"Oh stop it. It's not like anyone will even see them, they look cute! Now put some pants on and let's go."
After a couple stops around the town, Katie felt her morning coffee start to tingle in her bladder.
She tried to hold it but her bladder immediately gave out as she took a sigh of relief and relaxed into her seat as they were driving towards the mall parking lot.
"Uh oh, I know that face. It's a good thing you are wearing your cute Elmo diapers today!" Her mom joked as she swiftly pulled down the front of Katie's yoga pants.
"MOM! What are you doing?!"
"I want to show you how the wetness indicator works so you can check to see if you need a change. It's the same as the diapers Lily use to wear before she started potty training. If the wetness indicator is yellow, you are dry, and if it's blue, you are wet."
"I'm aware of how diapers work mom, you don't have to treat me like a toddler who is going through potty training. It's embarrassing!"
"I was just making sure sweetie, diapers are a little different than pull-ups. I brought a few extras in my purse so if you feel like you need a change just let me know and we can go to the family restroom and I can get your diaper changed. I did some research and this mall has changing tables that are big enough for you to lay on when I change you."
"MOM!! You are not changing my diaper. Stop treating me like a baby! You already bought me the most babyish Elmo diapers you could find... please just let me change myself, if I even need to!"
"Katie, stop. The doctor recommended that I change your first few diapers so that you can see how they need to be taped up. For a girl who thinks she's all grown up, these little temper tantrums about your diapers are starting to remind me of what I went through with your little sister! Now come on, let's have a good day here.
Just pretend that you are wearing your pull-ups like you're use to."
Katie eventually calmed down and apologized to her mom as they walked into the mall. When the hominids they grabbed a quick bite to eat and then got some coffee to sip on as they shopped around. They stopped at a few stores until they made their way into Victoria's Secret. Something about being there while wearing a slightly damp Sesame Street diaper made the whole situation even more humiliating for Katie. She looked around and saw girls her age and even younger girls browsing through the panty section picking out all different types of sexy styles designs. If only they knew that the 19 year old girl standing next to them wasn't allowed to wear sexy colored panties; thick Elmo diapers were her version of sexy lingerie for the foreseeable future.
Nevertheless, she kept a good attitude and shopped around the store with her mom until she felt that familiar pressure in her bladder. She immediately froze as she could feel her diaper start to swell up as her bladder released flooding her pee up the back up of her diaper along with slight warmers in the front. Her mom noticed Katie's posture and gave a slight giggle as she continued to make her way through the rack of pajamas.
"That coffee is really running through you today, huh Katie?" Her mom chuckled.
"Ya I guess so.." Katie said quietly, embarrassed that she had wet her diaper for the second time today, in a lingerie store of all places.
"How's your diaper holding up? Her mother said causing Katie's heart to drop, sending her into an almost state of panic. "Let's check it out!"
Before Katie could react, her mom had grabbed the waistband of her yoga pants and pulled them halfway down her thighs to get a good view of the wetness indicator that was dark blue at this point.
As she began to reach her hand towards Katie's diaper to give it a squeeze, Katie instinctively spun out of her mothers grip causing the waistband of her pants to snap back on the back of her diaper.
The muffled snap of her yoga pants on the back of her diaper echoed throughout Victoria's Secret.
"MOOOM....why would you do that!" Katie yelled quietly, not to draw anymore attention to what she was wearing under her pants.
"I told you in the car sweetie. Diapers are different than the pull-ups you usually wear. You can't just slide them off and on if you are able to make it to the bathroom. You are taped in until you need a diaper change." Her mom explained not so quietly.
Katie's face was beat red as she looked around the store, praying that no one saw the interaction with her mom. A few ladies in the store were looking in their direction, but it appeared that they missed the most humiliating part of the scene; a 19 year old girl having her Elmo diaper checked in the middle of a lingerie store...thank goodness! Katie thought to herself as she followed her mom up to the checkout which had a supinely long line.
"Sheesh, it's busy here today" Katie mom said.
Then with a lower tone she continued, "by the way, we need to get your diaper changed before we head home. I just have one more stop and then we can find the bathroom and get you cleaned up.
Katie nodded her head in agreement and let out a sigh of relief, thankful that she had gotten through her first ever public diaper check unscathed. As they waited in line, Katie felt a few extra spurts of pee soak into her diaper. She was actually thankful that she wore the diaper today instead of her pull-ups. What a disaster that could have been.
After a few minutes of standing in line, Katie heard a group of teenage girls behind her giggling as they whispered to each other. She didn't think anything of it and continued to look at all the models on the walls, dreaming about the day that she could wear the sexy lingerie that they all had on. Katie snapped out of her daydream as the whispers behind her got a little louder.
"Huhhh, do you girls smell that? It kind of smells like a daycare in here?" One of the girls giggled.
"Ya that's strange. Usually the smell of perfume overpowers everything else in here...it almost smells like a dirty diaper. Another responded.
"You're right! It smells like my baby brother's room when I'm changing his diaper!" A third girl said as they all laughed.
Katie began to blush heavily but stayed calm as they were almost to the checkout.
"Are you wearing a diaper Penelope?" One girl joked to her friend. "Do you need someone to change your diaper?" They all laughed at the joke.
"Ya right! Even if I did, Victoria's Secret would be the LAST store I would be caught dead in wearing a diaper!" The laughter continued..."ESPECIALLY A SESAME STREET DIAPER!"
The girls erupted in laughter at the inside joke they had been setting up to tease the girl in front of them who had gotten her diaper checked just ten minutes earlier.
"And to wear yoga pants over them is quite the statement! It almost draws more attention to her diaper!"
"She'd be better off walking around in just her t shirt and cute little Elmo diaper!"
Katie had never been so humiliated in her life, and by a group of what looked like middle schoolers at that! Her mom was now at the checkout talking to the cashier, completely unaware of what was going on behind her. What felt like an hour in her head, was really only about three seconds, and in that three seconds Katie found the courage to turn around and say something to the three bratty girls behind her.
Right as Katie began to pivot her left foot and confront the cackling girls, one of them grabbed the waistband of her pants with both hands and ripped them down to her ankles, FULLY EXPOSING KATIES SESAME STREET DIAPER FOR ALL TO SEE.
"OMG GIRL! Those panties are so cute! Where'd you get them? Babies r us?" One girl said with a smirk.
"I saw a lingerie set over there that would match perfectly with your cute little diaper, it's red! It will pair so well with your cute Elmo diapers! It's even comes with a robe!"
Katie was frozen in pure humiliation and panic as they three girls continued to hurl backhanded compliments to her...and then it happened...the third wave of pee was about to flood into her diaper that was already in need of a change according to her mom.
"OMG imagine looking all sexy wearing a robe and lingerie, only to drop the robe to the floor, exposing the thick Elmo diaper you were hiding underneath. How humiliating!"
"I can't believe they even make Sesame Street diapers big enough for girls like you. And why would you even want to wear them if you had the choice of a million other diapers. I mean a diaper is a diaper but you can at least try to make it seem like you are an adult!"
"That's a good point...aren't you a little too young to be shopping in a lingerie store? Maybe your mom should have dropped you off at the play center before she came her because your diaper is SOAKED!"
Katie was fighting back the tears as she instinctively moved her hands down to cover her diaper that she was in the middle of wetting.
"Ewww I think she is peeing her diaper right now.
Gross! You are definitely too young to be shopping in a store like this little girl!"
After the onslaught of humiliating comments, Katie finally found the willpower to pull up her pants and run out of the store. Her mom had been busy with the cashier and missed the entire exchange that had left Katie in complete shambles. As she made her way out the door she could still hear the girls laughing and making comments.
She finally made it out of the store and found a bench where she had about a minute to collect herself before she saw her mom walk out of Victoria's Secret and towards her.
"That line took longer than expected," her mom said to her. "I heard you chatting to that group of girls behind us in line."
'....ummm ya" Katie giggled not knowing where her mom was going with this.
"And I bet they had no idea what you were wearing underneath your pants! I told you wearing a diaper isn't such a big deal!"
Katie chuckled, not sure how to take in her mom's comments but was really just happy that it was all over. "Speaking of that...! think I need to change into a new diaper. This one is staring to get all squishy and uncomfortable. Can we find the bathroom real quick?"
"Of course sweetie. I appreciate you staying on top of that for me."
"I'm not a baby mom, I know you like to think that I am because I wear diapers but I know when it's time for a change."
"Right! You just have a hard time keeping your diaper dry in the meantime!" Her mom winked jokingly at her. "We just have one more quick stop at the play center, then we can get your diaper changed, ok?"
"Why do we have to go to the play center?"
"We are going to have your little sister's 5th birthday there next month so I need to make a reservation. It should only take five or ten minutes."
"Can you do that another time mom? I really don't want to go in there. It's embarrassing.."
"Oh stop it Katie, what makes you think it will be any different than any other store we've gone to today?"
"You don't understand, mom. That place is filled with a bunch of little kids who are all probably out of diapers already. It's embarrassing to think that I would be the only one in there wearing a diaper... and one that needs changed at that...plus I really need to go and I don't want to use my diaper again."
"I promise we will be in and out. And I checked your diaper in Victoria's Secret. It can handle another wetting, diapers hold a lot more than the pull-ups you are use to."
"Ohhh I see..." Katie's mom responded in a different tone. "Still, we will be in and out, then we can get you out of your diaper so you can use the bathroom, and then strapped back in for the ride home. How does that sound?"
"Ugghh fine that works" Katie sighed as she followed her mom to yet another humiliating stop for a 19 year old girl wearing a soaked Sesame Street diaper.
As they made their way to the play center, Katie's mind was split between recovering from the humiliating experience she went through at Victoria's Secret, and the fact that her stomach was starting to tense up harder and harder wit 7 each step she took.
As they walked into the play center, it was filled with little kids running around playing on the play place. They made their way up to the front desk and again waited in line. The cramps in Katie's stomach continued to grow but she was able to zone out as she scanned all the kids running around playing. She actually found a handful of kids who had diapers visibly sticking out of the top of their pants which made her feel not alone in weird way. She then turned her gaze back in front of her as the line was slowly progressing; her stomach cramps seemed to come back even stronger.
"Mom? My stomach is really starting to hurt. Is there a bathroom in here I can use?"
"Yes," her mom responded, "it's way back in the corner over there. Actually, it has a big diaper changing station symbol next to it, perfect! We should be done here in a few minutes then we will get you all situated"
"Ugghh ok but please hurry"" Katie said not very pleased with her mom's response.
Katie started to scan the play place again to keep her self occupied, but the cramps were making it hard to focus on anything else expect for getting to the bathroom. She took a deep breath attempting to calm the cramps down, but with that came the all familiar rush of pee dumping uncontrollably into her diaper. She quickly moved her hands down to the front of her diaper, feeling around to gauge how much room she had left. She had never worn diapers before so she didn't have a feel for how much they could hold...all she could do was hope and pray that Elmo had enough room for one final wetting.
"Oh no sweetie, are you having another accident in your diaper?" Her mother asked seeing all the tell tale signs that her daughter was wetting her diaper. "It was already pretty soaked in Victoria's Secret...I'm sorry I didn't know you had to go again!" Her mom had a loud voice naturally so even when she tried to talk quietly, her voice carried; and her next sentence carried enough to get the attention of everyone around us, including some of the kids. "We only have a couple more minutes, the. We can get your diaper changed at the diaper changing station back by the restroom."
Katie blushed as she heard giggles from some of the bystanders around her. As she turned fully around, her heart dropped to the floor. The three girls who were teasing her in Victoria's Secret were once again standing behind her in line at the play center. Katie quickly turned back around aw her mom had finally made it the front of the line, again, leaving Katie to fend for herself against the group of girls.
"We thought we would find you here." They laughed. "The play center is much more suitable for little girls like you. Look! They even have a diaper changing station right over there for you!"
"Speaking of which, are you really wearing that same diaper from earlier? We definitely need to fix that, am I right?"
"Shut up!" Katie finally barked back. "What I'm wearing is none of your business, ok!"
"It is now!" One of the girls laughed as she sneakily grabbed both diapers out of her mom's bag without her noticing. "We have all your cute little Elmo diapers so if you want a change before you leak all over the place you better come with us!"
The girls then grabbed Katie and yanked her out of the line giggling at the fact that they were overpowering a girl five years older than them. At this point, Katie was ready to stand up for herself and talk back to the girls. The only problem was that the jolt of being pulled away by the girls turned what was a slow dribble of pee into her diaper, into a full on flood. Katie wiggled out of their grips in an attempt to run to the bathroom, but it was too late. The flood of pee FLOODED into her diaper instantaneously, gushing around, trying to find a dry spot to soak it up...but there were none. Her diaper was already soaked before the floodgates opened, leaving her in a new high state of humiliation. As she looked down at her gray yoga pants, she saw the wet spots on her thighs begin to form. Then she moved her hands to her butt to feel the damage, and it was absolutely soaked. This was all confirmed when she looked down once more and saw a puddle began to form beneath her.
"OMG SHE PEED HER PANTS, THEY'RE SOAKED! HOW EMBARRASSING!"
"Ahhh it's ok little girl, accidents happen. No need to be embarrassed. I'm sure your mommy will get you over to the diaper changing station ASAP!"
"They weren't hiding her thick diaper when they were dry so now there really is no use for them!" Another girl said as they began pulling Katie's pants completely off. Leaving her sitting in the middle of the play center wearing only a t shirt and a soaked, leaking diaper. Katie began to tear up as the shear humiliation was too much for her to handle. The play center employees were use to dealing with embarrassing accidents from time to time, but when was the last time the embarrassing accident came from a 19 year old girl!
As Katie sat in the puddle of her own soaked diaper, crying, the girls ran off just before a crowd started to form. Moment later, Katie's mom finally laid eyes on the state of her 19 yet old daughter.
She pieced through the crowd of people surrounding Katie; some giggling at her state, and grabbed her arm to pull her up, attempting to remove her from the crowd and the unwanted humiliation.
Although good intentioned, the jolt of being pulled off the ground churned Katie's stomach beyond the control of her bowels. Realizing that she didn't want to poop her diaper in front of the entire play center, she made a dash for the bathroom once her mom helped her to her feet; but the cramps were too much. After a few steps she dropped back down to her knees as a warm rush of dumped into the back of her SOAKED DIAPER. She could hear the gasps of the adults and the laughter of the kids as the back of her diaper started to expand. The explosion into her diaper lasted about 10 seconds, and with tears running down her face, she stood up again and made a mad dash for the daycare room as it was the closest door she could find that would give her some privacy.
As she approached the door she grabbed the handle and pulled, but it was locked! Still holding on to the door handle, she squatted down and looked over the crowd of people who seemed to be following her, and had yet another explosion into the seat of her diaper. The cramps she was feeling dissipated instantly as they slid into her diaper, this time crawling up to the front. Without thinking, Katie let go of the door handle and fell flat onto her loaded diaper butt, spreading her humiliating act to all corners of her Sesame Street diaper. She hung her head and continued to cry at the situation she had found herself in.
"Mommy, look! That big girl made a poopy in her diaper!" A toddler giggled.
"She sure did! And she had the right idea heading to the daycare too. Her diaper is about to burst!" A mother chimed in followed by laughter of the crowd.
"Ewww that's so gross! She literally pooped her pants like a baby!" A older kid said cover her nose,
"she stinks!"
"Pants? Don't you mean diaper? Where is your mother little girl? You need a diaper change NOW!"
Katie's mom finally made her way over to her daughter who was in absolute shambles at this point. At the same time, an employee of the play center came over and unlocked the door for Katie and her mother to gather themselves.
"Hey sweetie, let's stand up and go get you cleaned up in the daycare, ok?" Katie stood up still crying hysterically. "Where did you put your extra diapers? They aren't in my purse."
"Those girls stole them." Katie choked out. "Can we please just go home. I'm never gonna live this down. I literally pooped my diaper in front of a bunch if kids who I use to babysit. Please."
"Yes sweetie, I'm sure the daycare has an extra diaper we can get you changed into. Let's go get you cleaned up little girl."
Diaper Chart : How to keep your little obedient and motivated
Daddy tips - 2
Hi everyone,
Since it looks like you enjoyed the quick "Diapeefy" year in review I made for my little crinkle butt, I thought I’d also share with you the template of the diaper chart I have been using in 2024 (and will be using in 2025) to keep track of all of that.
Perhaps this can inspire other Daddies/CG.
The goal is simple : Get 35 points to get a "Magic Stickies Card" for the following week. If 35 points have not been reached, no stickies for at least a week, until the next diaper chart is completed. Points cannot be carried over from one week to another. It automatically resets to 0 on Monday morning.
How to get points :
Gives 2 points :
Messy Diaper
Gives 1 point :
Soggy Diaper
Baby food dinner (baby food breakfast is everyday and therefore does not count as a bonus)
Playing for more than an hour in playpen
Gives 0 point (just helps keeping track of it)
Cage locked
Sticky Diaper
Diaper outside
Negative points :
Forgot bib (if baby eats by himself) = -4 points
If all baba have not been drank (morning, afternoon and evening) = -3 points per non-completed day
Any other naughty act can have an impact on the final number of points. Trying to remove diapers without permission is -10 points but it has only happened twice, so no need for it to show in the chart.
You can find all other Daddy Tips by searching #DaddyTipsABDL on the blog.
Starting ABDL full time with my little guy, I realized that there are two sides of things. Either you try it for a few days and realize it’s not for you. Or you fully commit to it and then it’s a complete shift of life.
ABDL can be a hobby for some but it can also be a new way of life, with its pros and cons.
For us, there has been no question whether we wanted to do it partially or fully dive into this new world. Baby felt the need to live this way and I couldn’t be happier. What better to guide your little through these new steps one by one?
One thing I’ve learned is that ABDL requires a (fairly) strict schedule during the day. Living as ABDL is something that does take a lot of time, including feeding, changing, dressing up, baths and much more. That’s when routine became a new reality.
First, it helps your little be accustomed to follow your rules and your schedule. But it also allows you to shape the day to keep some much deserved alone time at the end of the day. Listen, being my boy’s Daddy is wonderful and something I could not have even dreamed of. However, we still need to rest and have some quietness during the day like everyone else.
I know some of you are enjoying those “daddy tips” I post as you might someday be in a position to have a little of your own, or you are simply curious and interested ! Below is how our routine works, so maybe it can inspire your own.
Once again, be aware that this is not for everyone as we all have different lives and occupations. This is how it works for us but it may not be exactly the same for you.
7:30 : Daddy wakes up - Alone time to get ready for the day.
8:00 : Daddy wakes Baby up
8:10 : Breakfast for Baby (first bottle + a jar of banana baby food)
8:30 : First diaper change + dressing up
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8:45 - 17:00 : Work for Daddy outside of home - of course there are ways to keep an eye on your little while you are away but that may be for a future daddy tip!
(During the weekend, this period usually includes playtime in the morning, nap time after lunch at 14:30 and sometimes an additional diaper change)
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17:00 : Back at home + second bottle on daddy’s lap
17:15 : Second (usually very much needed) diaper change
17:30 : Bath time
18:15 : Dressing up for evening for Baby (Diaper, onesie and pajamas)
18:30 : Dinner - baby food twice during the week (if you want advice on baby food, click on another Daddy Tips I published here !)
19:15 : Playtime or TV time + third bottle
20:25 : Third diaper change
20:30 : Bedtime for Baby (during weekdays or 22:00 during the weekend)
Alone time until bedtime for Daddy
You will see that this routine matches perfectly the Diaper Chart I shared with you all a few months ago - link here if you have missed it! It gives a chance to my little guy to earn his weekly points for a baba in the morning, afternoon and evening but also to spend 1h+ a day in his playpen, etc. Once again, it’s all about creating a frame that works for you.
Of course, this routine can be varied with surprises such as *naughty* times for Baby, or days out, trips, etc. A routine doesn’t define your whole life but it definitely helps make it work if you are willing to live this life surrounded by diapers, pajamas and bibs.
So yes, it is a lot of work and sometimes means a few restrictions but it is also extremely rewarding. Cuddles, kisses and full diapers are signs that this frame you created works and makes your little happy.
And then, even if you are away for one evening, your little might even keep the routine going because that’s what they now love. An example below of a picture my little boy sent me a few days ago when I was away from home an evening.
Now, that’s what I call a reward as a Daddy! ⬇️
Warning ⚠️ : By living ABDL 24/7 with your little, you accept the risk to step on a Lego block everyday. Believe me, wear your slippers at home. You will thank me later.
- Daddy
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