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babysissybella84

Panting & drooling in South Carolina here...waiting impatiently for her turn 😁😁😁

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Caught being Mommy’s helpless little baby in front of the big girls 💕👶 No hiding those crinkly diapers now So red-faced and cute, but that’s what happens when you’re not ready for big kid school 💦📚

Mommy loves when her baby is extra embarrassed and extra soggy in front of others 😘 …Who else wants Mommy to lay them down for a change while the girls giggle?

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Ooooooooo...my dweam bed woom/nurthawy...with a few exceptions...but ova-all, varwy pwetty!

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Part 2: The Feeding Lesson

(Mommy lifts the freshly padded baby from the changing table and carries them to the big rocking chair in the corner. The nursery is quiet except for the soft crinkle of the new diaper and Baby’s still-sniffling breaths. Mommy settles down, arranges Baby across her lap in the classic cradle hold, and gently tugs down the front of her soft nursing top.)

Mommy: “There we go… look at you. All clean, all powdered, all taped up nice and snug again. But your eyes are still so red and guilty. You know why, don’t you? Because deep down you wanted to fail that holding test. You wanted Mommy to see what a helpless little wetter you really are. 😌 Now open wide for me, baby. Time to nurse like the tiny infant you proved you are.”

Baby: (voice tiny, cheeks flaming) “But… but Mommy… me already so embarrassed… everyone would see me like this… sucking like a real baby… 🥺🍼”

Mommy: “Exactly. That’s the point. Big kids don’t get to hide anymore. You lost that privilege when you soaked your diaper instead of holding it like you promised. Now you get to feel small in the most intimate way possible. Lips around the nipple… there’s a good baby… shhh, no fighting. Suckle nice and slow. Let it calm you. Let it remind you who’s really in charge.”

(Baby hesitates one last second, then latches on with a soft, needy whimper. The warm milk flows immediately. The room fills with gentle sucking sounds and the occasional shaky breath.)

Mommy: (stroking Baby’s hair, voice dropping to a loving but firm whisper) “That’s it… drink up, little one. Every swallow is another reminder: you need Mommy’s milk because you can’t even control your own bladder. Feel how your soggy accident is still warm in your memory? How your punished bottom is still tingling under that fresh padding? That’s what happens to babies who pretend they’re big.”

Baby: (muffled around the nipple, voice trembling) “Mmmph… me sorry… me really am just a baby… don’t want anyone else to know… only you… 😢💕”

Mommy: “Only me—for now. But if you ever sass me or try to act grown-up again, I’ll take you to the park in your shortest romper, the one that barely covers your diaper. Everyone will see the thick white bulge, hear the crinkle when you toddle, smell the baby powder… and they’ll know. They’ll know you still nurse and still wet yourself. Keep sucking. Deeper. Show me you accept it.”

(The feeding continues. Baby’s body slowly relaxes into Mommy’s arms despite the humiliation burning in their chest. Eyes flutter closed. Little hands clutch at Mommy’s shirt. But then—a tiny, involuntary squirm.)

Mommy: (voice sharpening instantly) “Wait. What was that little wiggle? Don’t you dare tell me you’re already feeling full down there again. It’s only been twenty minutes since your last accident!”

Baby: (pulls off just enough to squeak, milk dribbling down chin) “N-no Mommy! Me not—me just… it tickles a little… me trying so hard to be good! 🥺💦”

Mommy: (presses palm firmly over the front of the diaper, feeling for warmth) “Trying isn’t enough. Results are. If even one more drop escapes while you’re nursing, we start over from the very beginning: bare-bottom spanking, corner time with your wet diaper pinned to your onesie as a sign, then another full feeding with the bottle instead of the breast—because clearly the breast is too much privilege for such a leaky baby.”

Baby: (eyes wide, panicked, latching back on frantically) “Nooo please! Me’ll hold it! Me promise promise promise! Don’t take the breast away… me need it… me need you… 😭🍼”

Mommy: (smiling darkly, rocking slowly) “Then prove it. Nurse quietly. Hold every drop. If you stay dry until I decide the feeding is finished… maybe—just maybe—I’ll let you cuddle in my lap afterward without any more punishment tonight. But if I feel even the tiniest warmth spreading under my hand…”

(She lets the threat hang. The only sounds now are the rocking chair, the soft suckling, Baby’s muffled sniffles, and the terrifying suspense of waiting to see whether obedience will win… or another warm flood will betray them right in Mommy’s arms.)

Mommy: (whispering right against Baby’s ear) “You’re doing so well holding it… but I can feel you trembling. So close. So full. Such a fragile little bladder. Will you make Mommy proud this time… or will you flood your fresh diaper while you’re still latched and nursing like the helpless baby you were born to be? Only one way to find out. Keep going, sweetheart. Mommy’s watching… always watching. 😈💕”

The End… for now. Unless you want Mommy to come back with even stricter rules next time. 🍼

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Part 1: The Wetting Test

Mommy: “Sweetie, you’ve been squirming in your playpen for ten whole minutes now. What’s wrong, my little baby? Tell Mommy the truth. 😏”

Baby: “N-nothing, Mommy… me just playing! Me big today, no problems! 😣💦”

Mommy: “Big? Really? Then why are your legs pressed together so tight? Why is that cute little bottom wiggling side to side? I know that look. You need to go potty, don’t you? But big boys don’t beg Mommy for the toilet… babies use their diapers like they’re supposed to. Hold it if you can. Show me how grown-up you really are. ⏳”

Baby: “P-please Mommy… me really hafta go bad! It hurts! Just this once? 🥺😭”

Mommy: “Shhh. No potty. Babies don’t get choices. Hold it longer or you’ll prove exactly what you are. I’m watching you closely… every squirm, every little whimper. If you wet before I say, there will be consequences. Deep breath, baby. You can do it… or can you? 😈”

(The tension builds. Baby rocks back and forth, face flushing red, hands clutching the front of the thick diaper. Seconds feel like hours. A soft desperate whine escapes.)

Baby: “Mommyyyy… me can’t… it’s coming… no no no—!”

(Sudden soft hiss fills the room as the diaper warms and swells heavily between Baby’s legs. Warmth spreads fast, soaking the padding. Baby freezes in horror.)

Baby: “Oh no… me… me wet… I’m sorry Mommy! It just happened! Please don’t be mad! 😭💦”

Mommy: (leaning in, pressing a hand firmly against the sagging crotch) “Oh my goodness… listen to that. Still trickling. You completely flooded it, didn’t you? What a naughty, helpless little baby. You begged me and still couldn’t hold it even two more minutes. Feel how heavy and warm it is now? That’s the sound and smell of a real infant who belongs in diapers forever. How embarrassing… if your friends knew their ‘big’ friend was sitting in a sopping wet pamper right now. 😤👶”

Baby: “Me sorry… me tried so hard! It feels yucky and squishy… change me please? 🥺”

Mommy: “Not yet. Naughty babies who fail their holding test get disciplined first. Over my lap right now, soggy bottom up. You earned this spanking.”

(The spanking begins over the warm, swollen diaper—firm swats that make the wet padding squish loudly with every smack. Baby kicks and cries.)

Baby: “Owwie! Mommy nooo! It stings even through the diaper! Me’ll be good! 😭💔”

Mommy: “This is what happens when little ones can’t control themselves. Twenty more swats for the accident… and ten extra because you begged like a big kid but proved you’re just a diaper-dependent baby. Count them out loud.”

Baby: “One… two… oww… three… 😣”

(After the spanking ends, Baby is sniffling, face burning with shame, bottom tingling.)

Mommy: “Good. Now up on the changing table. Let’s get this disgusting wet diaper off before you get a rash. Legs up… oh look at this mess. The front is yellowed and sagging down to your knees. Pee everywhere. Sniff sniff… phew, such a strong baby smell. You’re going to lie here exposed while I wipe every fold clean. Hold still or we’ll start the spanking over.”

Baby: “It’s so humiliating… everyone would laugh at me… me feel so small… 🍼😞”

Mommy: “That’s the point, baby. You are small. You need Mommy for everything… even this. Powder time… nice thick layer so your next wetting doesn’t burn. Taping up a fresh, crinkly diaper now. There. All clean and padded again like the infant you are.”

Mommy gently kisses Baby’s forehead but her eyes sparkle with mischief.

Mommy: “But your punishment isn’t finished yet. Since you were such a wet little failure, it’s time for special breastfeeding… right here, right now, while you suckle and think about what a helpless baby you are. But if you get fussy or leak again during feeding… there will be even stricter discipline waiting. Are you ready to be Mommy’s good little suckling baby?”

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(Part 2 continues with intense breastfeeding, deeper humiliation, and further emotional discipline…)

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Destined's Diaper Boy Compendium

Here you go, diaper boys. A nearly complete list of every MDLB caption I have ever written. There are some I didn't add, but I've written a lot and I got tired of finding them all.

I'm also not gonna go through an make them all cute and colorful like the DDLG/MDLG one. Or rate them with Chilies. I did organize them thematically, though.

So, here you go. Read to your heart's content.