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[dlokus]

[diaperpa]

[curiouslittletoddler]

Bedroom fun

The drynite crinkled as Elizabeth slid into it. Normally, she wouldn’t snoop around her cousins bedroom, but as a 19-year old living at home, Elizabeth had literally no other option to wear diapers. So the young woman used her only time window at the yearly family reunion, right after she had woken up her little cousin Stella from her nap. Elizabeth made up a more or less valid excuse and sent the little one downstairs without her. Quickly, she slipped into the padded garment and vanished into the bathroom.

She hadn’t even stopped peeing when her aunt knocked onto the door. “Elizabeth? Come on, hurry up, the others have already left for our walk!”

“Uuuuuuuh gimme one second, I’ll be right there!”

“Alright, no worries, I’ll just fetch Stellas diaper bin and I’ll be waiting for you in the hallway.”

Oops. That was bad. But while Elizabeth was still contemplating her options, her aunt had already returned. And Elizabeth didn’t like her new tone.

“Eeeeeerm sweetypie? Is it possible that you have forgotten something in Stellas room?”

Fuck. Yes, indeed. She had.

“Would you mind explaining to me why there is a pair of panties in Stellas room? Panties with your name written on the label?”

Elizabeth almost burst into tears. “Uuuuuuhm yeah I kinda ummm-”

“Get out of there. Immediately.”

A tear started rolling down her cheeks. But it didn’t help. Elizabeth waddled towards the door in her soggy diaper. And let her angry aunt lift her dress to find out what the hell was going on.

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[smalllittlething-deactivated202]

Don’t talk to me or my 20 stuffies ever again! *Grumpy pout*

[dprfetish]

[dipsandlife]

“I thought I’ve made myself clear on that matter a few weeks ago when we started your diaper training, sweetie. No, of course you can not use the toilet ‘quickly’. I told you that the toilet is not a part of your life anymore, that’s what your diapers are for. Pardon? Oh, I know it’s a fresh diaper and sure, I understand that you don’t want to mess it right away, but I don’t see any other solution here to be honest … you can hold it, or you make it more comfortable for yourself and use it now, but either way you’ll have to do it in your diaper sooner or later. Oh, and don’t give me that grumpy look … you brought up the topic diaper training, remember? I told you that once we start there will be no going back, so I really suggest you start to enjoy wearing your potty from now on, sweetie!“

[smalllittlething-deactivated202]

Time for a change 🙈

[androgynouswhispersthing]

[grownupindiapers-deactivated202]

need cuddles

[grownupindiapers-deactivated202]

Wearing my diapers as i always do 😇🩵

[pamperscouple]

I’m very cute with my pull-up 💞

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[pamperstime-deactivated20260410]

Carrie can't quite believe that at thirty two years old she's still treated exactly like her younger cousins by her Aunt.

The rule in her house is pull-ups to bed. She complained, and fought it 'but I don't wet the bed', 'Auntie, I'm over thirty years old'.

She was told it's either that, or nappies, complete with the tabs and everything. She will not get to wear her knickers to bed. Reluctantly she agreed to the pull ups and grimaced when auntie got her in them herself. Then to add insult to injury stretched them at the back and front to pour cold baby powder into both sides.

Carrie was told to go brush her teeth. As a final invasion of any privacy, her aunt walked past and opened the door wide open. Meaning any of the household could see the same rules applied to her too, irrespective of her age.

It's not by accident that she can stare at herself in the mirror. You can see her making faces as she gets frustrated at how ridiculous she looks and feels. Just a girl in her nighty and goodnites about to be put to bed at 8:30pm. She shuddered at any of her friends finding out about this.

[paddedlittleparadise]

Why were her classmates looking at her so strangely? Didn’t they like the pretty school playroom? Didn’t they see how much fun she was having in detention?

She thought hard, staring up at them from the playmat, her pacifier working as furiously as her little brain. Maybe they were just jealous that Suri got to spend lotsa time with the nice nursie who gave her all those nice drinks, and played that pretty music for her, and helped her dress up in these special big girl clothes. Huh, she bet they probably didn’t even get to wear those nice soft diapers nursie had gotten, just for her. They were her special diapers, and those meanie girls were just jealous of how pretty they were…

Of course, it all made sense now. No wonder they looked so upset. They probably wished they were in detention too! 

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[paddedlittleparadise]

What on earth was she ever going to tell her parents?

Hana had thought she’d finally escape her high school bullies once she got to college. She’d dreamed of a time when Sheila and her cronies weren’t watching her every move, laughing at her, tripping her, blackmailing her into doing their work for them. In college she’d be free. No more bullies, no more nightmarish pranks and humiliating putdowns. Just peace and study and happiness…

And then Sheila had ended up in the very same college.

Since that day, the blackmail and bullying had only escalated. Lately Sheila had taken it in her head to ridicule Hana for her lack of curves. “Just like a stupid little kid,” she’d sneered - and then the next day Hana’d found her study carrel festooned with Hello Kitty, Gudetama, and Doraemon stickers and plushies. Apparently her tormenter hadn’t grown tired of the joke, either - for over the next week increasingly infantile accessories had begun to appear. Until today, when the ultimate disgrace had been delivered…

Today had been the very day she’d needed to show up on campus in her old high school uniform. It was all to audition for a part in a little drama some friends of hers were cooking up - nothing else. But oh, how she’d underestimated Sheila’s conniving!

There was no drama, it turned out. She’d shown up dutifully at the campus theater, only to be dragged into the ladies’ bathroom where Sheila and her cronies had their way with her. “Such a nasty little brat,” they’d jeered while Hana struggled with all her flimsy strength. But in the end they’d had their way - and the sobbing Hana was left in the bathroom, her lovely white panties exchanged for a ludicrous, thick diaper.

“Little baby brats like you had better run home crying to Mommy,” Sheila had sneered, pressing a folded piece of paper into her hand. “Oh, and here’s a copy of the letter I’m pretty certain you just texted to your parents. It explains everything.” How she’d cackled as Hana’s horrorstruck, tear-filled eyes scanned over the words printed there. It was all there: her “confession,” in which she told her parents how she wanted to regress, how she loved diapers, how that was the only thing that would make her happy. How she was sorry she’d been hiding it for so long, but she couldn’t hide anymore. How she hoped they wouldn’t mind too much that she’d be wearing them more and more now…

So here Hana was now, home for the week and waiting in terror for her parents to return. She couldn’t tell them the truth; Sheila had warned her of vague but dire consequences if she ever breathed a word to anyone of this. Besides, the very thought of trying to defy years of bullying made her physically sick to her stomach. So really, maybe it wasn’t all that bad to roll with it? To pretend that it really was her letter? To even… start wearing these things everywhere she went?

She shivered in quivering revulsion at the feeling of the crinkling garment beneath her. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. Maybe she could put up with it for a few… years…

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[nappygirlnextdoor]

[diaperpunishmentdaddy1991-deact]

For 10 years my family had 1 kid born every year so our annual New Years party always had a New Years Baby to dress up. Then when I was 14 the youngest one was no longer in diapers so we weren’t going to have a New Years baby.

I bring the clever teen I was suggested that we do a drawing to see which of the little ones would get the honor of being the New Years Baby and everybody loved the idea. When it came time for the drawing I realized that ALL of the grandkids were in it including me. So I started slipping my name out of the drawing.

The next year we did the drawing on Christmas Day again and it was decided that the New Years Baby should be so for the period from Christmas through New Year’s Day.

The year after that the pacifier was added.

Then the baby bottle.

Then the smash cake.

And each year I would slip my name out of the drawing without anybody noticing. Last year I thoroughly enjoyed making fun of my 16 year old cousin all year about being the family baby to the point that she started crying about it.

This year I went to slip my name out and the first slip I grabbed was mine. Then I was surprised when it was my name drawn. It turns out the family had known since the beginning that I was cheating and had already decided on my punishment as a family.

Since I had humiliated my cousin to tears and kept harassing him about being the family baby all year and I had been cheating since the beginning, I would spend the whole year as the family baby. This means that I would wear diapers, baby clothes, paci, drink from baby bottles, and have no bathroom access for the whole year. In addition the other grandkids will take turns babysitting the “family baby”. I had already decided to take a gap year before starting college so now I will be finishing my senior year of high school and spending my year off as a baby. The family added a wardrobe of baby clothes for me to wear including my pampers shirt to wear in public.

I never should have opened my mouth about having a family baby drawing in the first place.

[stepmotherslaw]

“Wow sis, you are pathetic.” Karen kept her eyes on the floor as she knelt on the bed, her little brother standing in front of her with his arms folded. Their parents had left them at home alone for the weekend and had left Karen in charge. However, Joe had seized his opportunity to get his sister back for all the mean things she had done to him by forcing her to put on a diaper. He had then put a bow in her hair and a pacifier in her mouth and given her a small blanket. She held the blanket for comfort as her younger brother took pictures of her like this. It was so embarrassing and she knew if she didn’t do as she was told those pictures would end up online. Or so she thought. It turned out that putting the pictures online was always part of the plan. Karen lay on the bed, in the diaper crying as more and more people saw her in a diaper. When their parents discovered the pictures they they came home early to find Karen sitting on her bed, crying in a wet diaper. It was at this point they decided it would probably be best if Karen was given the role of family baby from now on and stayed in diapers for the foreseeable future while her little brother was upgraded to being baby Karen’s big brother.

[paddedlittleparadise]

“If she can’t stand up to her brother, maybe she deserves it!”

[paddedlittleparadise]

Chelsea stepped tentatively into the unfamiliar hall, blushing furiously as the soft crinkle of her new “nightime underwear” greeted her ears. It was her first sleepover with Karen, and despite her little nocturnal “issue” she’d been prepared. Or at least, that’s what she’d thought.

It had begun almost immediately after the delicious supper. Karen’s two moms - sweethearts both of them - had begun trying to hustle the girls off to bed even before the dishwasher was fully loaded. “Hey, I know how sleepovers go with teenage girls!” Mom Linda had laughed warmly. “The more time in bed having fun together, the better, right? Now then… Chelsea, dear. I understand that we need to make sure your little problem doesn’t give us all a soggy surprise tomorrow morning, isn’t that right?”

Holy squirrels… How had she known? But Karen’s slight smirk told her everything; she must have told her parents… Dammit! And she’d trusted Karen, too! “Oh, don’t worry,” Mom Linda smiled, catching sight of Chelsea’s embarrassed expression. “Yes, Karen just happened to mention that you still have a problem staying dry all night. That’s no problem, dearie! All we need to do is make sure to get you dressed accordingly…”

Which apparently meant something quite different from the Drynites “protection” Chelsea had blushingly produced from her overnight bag. “Oh, dearie, those aren’t enough, surely! I’m sorry, dearie, but as long as you’re staying here you’re really going to have to wear something a bit more substantial.” Mom Linda extended a hand with a maternal smile. “Come on, sweetie; I’m pretty sure we’ve got just the ticket…”

Oh, Chelsea was never going to forget the humiliation of hearing Karen’s gleeful titters as she, her protests muted by her unwillingness to offend anyone, had self-consciously let Mom Linda strip off her clothes and briskly tape her into what appeared to be a literal diaper. “And look - we’ve even got the right pajamas to go with it, dearie! They’ll help hold it up so it doesn’t sag or leak…” There’d been nothing for it - if she didn’t want to keep standing there almost naked, she’d had to step willingly into the proffered footie pajamas, feigning a grateful smile at Mom Linda’s helpfulness…

Chelsea’s humiliation began to turn to rage as she heard Karen openly snickering in the corner. “I’m so glad you have that stuff ready, mom!” Karen exclaimed with saccharine sweetness, giving Chelsea a shit-eating grin. “I can’t imagine what we’d have done if you hadn’t had a really good, thick diaper to keep Chelsea dry!” Chelsea, now securely diapered and buttoned into footie pajamas that looked at home on a toddler, blinked furiously at the tears of humiliation that were pricking her eyes. I’m gonna get you for this, Karen, if it’s the very last thing I do…

Of course, it wasn’t immediately evident how she was going to do that. She shuffle-waddled into the hallway, clutching the now-useless bag of Drynites in one arm and her pillowcase from home in the other. As she felt the bulk of her new diaper crinkling beneath her and softly spreading her thighs apart, she grimaced in frustration. God, this was going to be one heck of a sleepover.

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[paddedlittleparadise]

Mandie grinned. Gee, it was so satisfying to see her stupid little sister Becca back in diapers where she belonged. Better yet was that look of humiliation and despair in her eyes as she realized that there was absolutely nothing she could do to change it - not anymore…

Oh, Mandie wasn’t an absolute monster. She was actually quite a reasonable high school senior: popular, smart, and athletic. And she did kind of love little Becca - when she wasn’t being an absolute embarrassment, that is. Becca was nowhere as good as her sister in softball, she rarely got anything higher than a B, and most infuriating of all, she actually seemed okay with it.

Which is where Mandie had stepped in. Little Becca wasn’t going to get anywhere by floating through life like this, she knew. No; someone needed to shock her into realizing just what a failure she was, what a stupid little embarrassment she was to the family. And so Mandie had begun to cook up a plan to humiliate her little sister and put her back in her place.

Stupid as it might have sounded, there was a perverse logic to the odd plan she eventually concocted - to have Becca put back in diapers, of all things. For, once Mandie could set things up to make it appear that Becca actually needed to wear diapers, she simply could rely on her parents and the school officials to enforce the policy. It was brilliant; only Becca, her family, and the school nurse would have to know, but Becca’s fear of anyone else finding out - not to mention the sheer humiliation of actually being expected to wet her pants like a toddler - would be more effective than any crude bullying could ever do.

The plan succeeded better than anything Mandie could have hoped for. Becca frequently forgot to flush the toilet after using it before bed, so Mandie was able gingerly - and repeatedly - to dip up a hefty dose of the toilet’s contents and saturate her sleeping little sister’s crotch and sheets. Within two weeks, their frustrated mom had insisted that they find a solution, which Mandie “helpfully” turned into a search for and purchase of diapers from a quirky-looking online store. “Sure,” she told the blushing Becca that first night, as she helped tape her into her crinkling protection, “Sure they’ve got cute little animals on them. What else do you expect on a diaper, silly?”

But Mandie’s final breakthrough came when she “helpfully” alerted her parents to the fact that Becca was now wetting her pants when she dozed off on the bus. (Not that she actually was; Mandie just happened to spill a hefty dose of warm water on her sleeping sister’s crotch one afternoon.) That was the nail in little Becca’s coffin; the doctor couldn’t find anything wrong, so her parents unhappily called the school and made arrangements for Becca to start showing up at school in diapers.

The best part was, Mandie now realized, that Becca actually didn’t realize that she wasn’t a real bedwetter, and was quickly accepting the idea despite her embarrassment. Sure, Mandie would have to keep up a few simulated wettings now and then. But Becca was already beginning to complain about having to take a diaper on and off to use the toilet, and Mandie was sure that with her lazy nature, it wouldn’t be long before she sheepishly gave in and started wetting herself voluntarily…

Which brought her to today. “Becca, are you sure you didn’t forget your diaper?” she cooed maternally. “Let me see now. You’re not wet already, are you? The nurse won’t like it if she has to change you first thing!” Oh, it was priceless, that look of frustrated, yet resigned humiliation as little Becca pulled up her skirt to check on the status of her own diaper and defiantly show its dry state to her older sister. Mandie just beamed and patted her sister’s head. Go on, Becca. Show us all what a stupid, embarrassing little kid you still are. Oh, I can’t wait until you start needing those diapers for real!

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