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Mission sisters Sunday morning punishment for lying like silly children
poo poo juice
Morgan knows the rules but this dosent make it any less embarrassing. Before bed time she must drink all her milk up and then mummy and daddy will sing her nursery songs until she goes to sleep
Morgan knows full well mummy puts in poo poo tablets into her milk meaning once sheās asleep she has a nappy blowout
morgan knows mummy and daddy will have to strip her bed and clean the carpet. Morgan will be bathed and re nappies as mummy and daddy sing to her again
its a living hell and just what she deserves for falling behind in her uni work. Once sheās caught up no more nappies no more poo poo tablets
Do you need to go potty
Itās just a question but the ramifications of the questions are huge. If you say no and you have an accident you will feel very childish
the punishment is to attend nursery for a month as a little girl. But you are still an adult who should know her own body
and little girls carnt stay in wet clothes. You will be stripped fully naked and dressed in the toilets like an infant
But if you say yes the humiliation is to much to handle you are agreeing that you an adult needs to be taken and sat on a princess potty and observed as you go wee wee
your agreeing for a adult to wipe your private parts with wet wipes and check for any owies.
the question is impossible to answer but either way it will not end with you feeling like a big girl
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Iāve been really bored with tumblr and captions recently. I feel like I am running out of steam.
As I begin my social transition (and eventually medical) I wanted to give it one more try because tumblr truly has helped me find myself.
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fuck donald trump
fuck ICE
immigrants are not illegal
free palestine
black lives have and will always matter
trans rights forever and always
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house the homeless
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LGBTQ+ rights
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if you dont agree, fuck off.
They share a room now
Yep sheās under one months regression for stealing. Well we only had one bedroom and her niece promised she would look after her stinky auntie at night.
yep she comes and wakes me up if her auntie has done a smelly poo or is crying. We have the baby monitor aswell
we change her in a separate room as not everyone should smell her stinky bum bum or see her stinky bum bum. Only real adults
I know so embarrassing laddies imagine sharing a bedroom with your little niece and you are the biggest baby in the room
there we go honey all clean down there letās get you dressed and fed then we will walk to school to pick up your babysitter for tonight
didnāt I tell you itās niece and granny night. me and mark have a big night ahead. I would tell you all about it but your too little to hear such icky things
mummies me time
Lilly is on her hands and knees in the middle of the thick, knotted cream rug, the soft fibres pressing into her bare palms and the tops of her bare feet. Her baby-blue floral dress has ridden up, the frilled hem fluttering against the backs of her thighs, exposing the thick white padding that crinkles softly with every tiny shift of her weight.
Blonde Barbie dolls lie scattered around herāone still carefully posed in a pink ballgown, the other sprawled on its back with its plastic legs at awkward angles. She is completely absorbed, murmuring little baby voices under her breath, the quiet click-clack of plastic limbs the only sound besides the low murmur of the television.
Behind her, mummy is curled into the corner of the beige sofa, tablet glowing in her hands, the soft blue light reflecting off her face. The living room smells faintly of fabric softener and the warm, slightly musty scent of the carpet. For a few precious minutes the only thing Lilly can feel is the gentle bulk between her legs and the cool air on the backs of her thighs
Her face freezes mid-play. Heat floods her cheeks. She feels the sudden, warm, heavy give of her nappy as it fills, the padding swelling and softening against her skin. The thick plastic rustles loudly in the quiet room. A sharp, unmistakable smellāwarm, sour, and deeply personalābegins to rise from between her legs and drift across the rug.
Lilly stays exactly where she is, still on all fours, dolls clutched in her hands, too embarrassed to move. The wet heat spreads, clinging to her skin, the once-crisp padding now heavy and squelching slightly whenever she shifts her knees. She can feel mummyās eyes leave the tablet. A soft, resigned sigh. The quiet thud of the iPad being set aside
Potty time and a fresh nappy
Sarah stood rigid above the tiny pink plastic potty in the centre of the living room, bare feet flat on the hardwood, knees forced wide. Her white T-shirt with the cheerful yellow duck and the words āI love mummyā stretched across her chest like a cruel joke. Both hands were clamped tightly between her thighs.
Emma stood directly behind her, firm hands on Sarahās shoulders, pinning her in place. At the brunch table three friends stared in open-mouthed silence, plates of food forgotten.
āYou slept with Jake,ā Emma said quietly. āSo now you will sit on the potty like a toddler and go in front of everyone. No more grown-up choices.ā
Sarahās face crumpled. Tears spilled down her cheeks. A pathetic sob escaped as the pressure finally won and the unmistakable sound of a grown womans wee hitting the potty filled the room while every eye watched.
Date night
The girls had known something was off the moment she arrived for their usual girlsā night. Every time she sat down her dress made that soft, unmistakable crinkle, and when she stood up again the padding was impossible to miss. Jess and Claire exchanged a look. Their friendāthe one whoād spent months teasing them about their own secret nappy habitāwas finally caught wearing one herself.
They didnāt give her a chance to explain. While she was still frozen in the middle of the living room, they grabbed the hem of her pretty pink dress, yanked it straight up over her head and tied the fabric tightly so her arms were trapped and her face completely covered. The thick white nappy was left fully on display, and bra the only other scrap of clothing still in place. Both women collapsed onto the sofa in fits of laughter, pointing and taking photos while she stood there mortified, shifting from foot to foot as the diaper crinkled loudly with every tiny movement.
Then Claire pulled out her phone. āYour dateās downstairs,ā she announced cheerfully. āI just texted him to come up. Heās going to love seeing exactly what his perfect little girlfriend is wearing under that dress.ā The doorbell rang a minute later. Jess opened it with a wicked grin and ushered him straight into the living room, where their friend stood helpless, face hidden, nappy on full show, while the two of them invited him to take a good long look at her complete humiliation.
you are not children
My my my girls and boys this is not kindergarten this is college and you are here to learn. I should not have to remind you of that
if you want to act like little bitty children I will treat you like little bitty children. Now letās get back to the lecture
my word are we still talking. What is your name young lady, well Jessica what did I just say. Thatās correct I told you if you act like a baby I will treat you like a baby
Now take this bag you will find a more subtitle outfit to wear and then you will come back in and like a baby I will sit you down and read you a book in front of all your freinds.
Oh sweetie donāt cry. Every year I get a diva like you. So let me be clear itās either story time or I will remove you from college
Blushy breakfast ideas š
You can eat this whole bowl, right sweetheart? Hereās your bib so you donāt make a mess on your cute little outfit!
Donāt make a mess on the table! Do we need to get you a placemat, a highchair, or do I just need to feed you?
And to think, this whole, big, bowl of cereal will be puuuuushed out into the seat of your diapeys later!
How it all started!
Iāve known who he is for over 2 years, met him at my sisters 21st birthday party, then at a local night club, been introduced to him, but he really has no interest in me! Why would he, heās in a relationship and is 9 years older than me!
Heās a bad boy, heās been in trouble with the police a few times, spent a couple of years in prison, heās been married and has 2 young kids, not a boy you want to take home to mum, but thereās something about him, something that Iām attracted too, something about him that I want!
Finally I get to meet him properly and we are both single! Iām in his pub with my sister and her fella, Iām talking to them and there friends, but my eyes keep getting drawn to him, finally he acknowledges me and comes over to talk, he wants to talk to me!
The evening continues, we talk, we drink, he works and keeps popping back to see me! Not only does he have his bad boy looks, heās making me laugh, Iām really enjoying his company! The evening ends, the pub is closing, come back to mine he asks? It feels right, so I go!
Iām laying in his bed, wearing one of his t-shirts, heās holding me close, I feel safe, I feel happy, we both fall asleep in each otherās arms! The bad boy, is a true gentleman!
The next evening we are back together, we meet up in the day and end up back at his, thereās lots of hugs and kisses, and before long we are in the bedroom again, but this time itās different! We slowly undress each other and he holds me and confesses that things donāt always work sexually for him, I gently hold him and all his concerns go out of the window! It was a magical evening!
The days and weeks that follow are great, he cooks for me, looks after me, I stay at his, he stays at mine, we get on great!
I finish work one evening, head over to his, heās cooked a lovely meal for me, which is amazing, as usual, heās such a good cook! Iām chilling on his sofa, drinking wine and watching TV, heās disappeared up stairs, when he returns, Iām asked to sit on the floor with him, I do and we kiss, then he takes my hand and pulls it to his groin, but instead of finding his erect penis which I was expecting, I feel plastic and padding! My bad boy is wearing a nappy and plastic pants!
Iām shocked and surprised, I donāt know what to say or do, my reaction isnāt what he wants, he gets up and leaves, goes to his bed! I sit stunned, confused and alone!
I sit thinking about what has just happened and realise that if this is who he is, it wouldnāt have been easy for him to tell me! Do I want to keep this not so bad boy, I decide yes, weāve had such a great few weeks together! I decide that I need to understand more, so I go to him!
I find him hiding under his duvet, embarrassed and ashamed of what has just happened! I hold him in my arms, comfort him and listen to him as he tryās to explain his needs and feelings!
I get into his bed with him, I hold him tight, I move my hand and find myself feeling his adult nappy and plastic pants, I feel him relax in my arms and he snuggles into me like child in need of love! I whisper to him, letting him know thatās itās ok, as I hold his nappy and I can feel him grow through the thick layer of towelling. That rarely happens when Iām in a nappy he tells me! We smile at each other and he moves forward and passionately kisses me, one of his hands move to one of my breasts, he gentle holds and caresses me, he then moves his lips from mine to my nipple, sucking on me like a feeding baby! His other hand slips into my panties and his fingers push deep inside of me, I grown with pleasure, Iām still holding onto him through his nappy and I feel him become bigger and harder!
Soon the nappy has been pulled down enough for his penis to be released, I decide to take control and push him onto his back, I slide myself onto him, I push down on his arms so that he canāt move, I find myself in control, I slide myself up and down, feeling the nappy underneath me every time I come down on him, every opportunity he has he takes a nipple into his mouth and sucks! The whole experience is amazing for us both!
Itās morning and I find myself laying naked in his bed, he is sat next to me, watching me, smiling at me! He is wearing a plain white t-shirt, but underneath I can see the plastic and the nappy which is covering his bottom. I smile at him and gesture for him to come closer, I hold him tightly and I feel him relax in my arms! This must be so hard for him!
We lay together holding each other tightly, for what seems like an eternity. Eventually he pulls away, looks at me and thanks me for my understanding but I need to explain further he says, I need you to fully understand my needs and desires, without them, you wonāt know what your letting yourself in for! I look at him, interested and confused, but keen to understand, keen to know what it is all about.
He lays next to me, but faces away, itās like heās ashamed, embarrassed to look at me! He starts to talk, it started back when I was a teenager, he says, I donāt know why, but I have a huge desire and need to wear nappies and plastic pants, I donāt go outside the house in them, that I would never do, itās only for my private time, he says, they make me feel safe, they make me feel happy, I can shut out the big world when Iām in them, he continues! Does that make sense he asks? I think long and hard about what he has said, I understand the need to be away from the world, I say, away from everyday life, away from the stresses of everyday life, but I will confess to never seeing a grown man in nappies before!
I feel him tense up and try to move away, but I hold him closer to kmy body, Iāve enjoyed our time together, I say, and I want it to continue, we all have needs, I say, this is yours and I do feel that I can cope with it! Thereās more, I like to wee my nappy, he informs me, really, I say! How disgusting I think to myself! I really would like to wee them now he informs me and Iād like it if you would hold them while I do it!
There is one thing, I think to myself, having a need to be wrapped up like a baby, a need to be shut away from the outside world, a need to feel protected and looked after, I think to myself, but another in actually acting like a baby and filling your nappy!! He takes my hand and moves it slowly to the front of his nappy, Iām really not sure about this, I think to myself, then it happens, I can feel him weeing, the nappy is getting warm as the wee moves through the layers of towelling! I wasnāt sure about this, but as I hold him, I find that strangely it feels good, I hold him and his nappy tightly and I feel his whole body relax in my arms!
I am strangely turned on by the whole event!
I kept my plastic panties fetish a secret for years and then I was introduced to my now wife and I told her I like to wear n mess in them and I am lucky with telling her and she lets me wear my plastic panties and says I have to pee n mess in my toilet plastic panties and sit in my naughty panties and I have a pair on now with a smelly soiled mess
ABS
Sunday morning walk of shame
for the most part of your year long regression you remain behind closed doors following the very mortifying routine. A routine that forces young women to learn to behave like the good girls they really are
nappy changes, bath time, high chair feedings burping, tummy time and over the knees spankings. All before lunch
the women then attend three lessons. Kind hands, kind words and how to give the best snuggles sobbing they then repeat the morning and go to bed.
but one routine burns the hardest. The Sunday morning walk of shame. The naughty women walk 3 miles through country lanes, through the park all the way to the shop to spend one pound each on sweeties and then home
If the laddies had misbehaved they had an added punishment. This week they all forgot to say please and thank you and all said F off at least once, So there mouths were washed out for the entire walk
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