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[sissy-tyler]

After All This Time:

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Wow….I’m just in total shock…

It’s okay, all of his exes have needed a second to adjust.  I know it must be quite shocking to see him this way.

This whole getup fits him perfectly, don’t get me wrong.  It’s just wild to see my ex-boyfriend in diapers, you know?

Oh, I completely understand.  Just wait until you see all the pretty, little dresses he wears, too!

Wait…that wardrobe full of baby dresses, those are his?

You don’t know the half of it.  Not only is widdle Chad a baby, he’s a widdle, sissy baby!

A…sissy baby?

Yup, a sissy baby.  So that means he, or should I say SHE, isn’t just treated like a baby, but a baby girl!  He may complain and say he’s really a big boy, but I’ve never seen someone get so excited over frilly dresses, fluffy diapers, and anything princess themed.

Well that explains why I caught him wearing my panties a couple of times.  I should’ve pegged him for a sissy then and there.

Oh, don’t mention that word or you may get her all aroused before bed.  She LOVES getting pegged.  It’s the only form of sex she gets anymore.

Wow…I don’t think this could get more pathetic.

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[ameliemommy]

Diaper Change Tease

The nursery was bathed in the soft, golden glow of the lamp on the changing table, casting long shadows across the walls. The air smelled faintly of baby powder and lavender, the scent of bedtime rituals and comfort. You’d been clingy all evening, following Mommy from room to room, your arms wrapped around her legs, your voice small and whiny as you begged for just one more story, one more cuddle. She’d indulged you, of course, but now it was time for bed. And bedtime meant one thing: a fresh diaper.

You lay on the changing table, the padded surface cool against your bare back. The plastic sheet crinkled beneath you as you shifted, your legs kicking restlessly. Mommy stood beside you, her hands deft as she unfastened the tapes of your soaked diaper. The wet padding sagged as she peeled it away, the cool air hitting your skin and making you shiver. You bit your lip, your face already warm with embarrassment. You knew she could see how flushed you were, how your body had already started to react to her touch.

“Mmm, someone’s a little excited tonight,” Mommy murmured, her voice thick with amusement. She wiped you down with a warm, damp cloth, her fingers lingering just a second too long as she cleaned you. You squirmed, but there was nowhere to go, nowhere to hide. Her touch was gentle but deliberate, tracing circles over your hips, down your thighs, and then… oh… there. You gasped as her fingers brushed against you, your body betraying you instantly. She chuckled, low and knowing. “Look at you. Such a needy boy for Mommy.”

You wanted to protest, to tell her to stop, but the words died in your throat. Instead, you just whimpered, your fingers clutching at the edges of the changing table. She powdered you next, the puff of white dust billowing into the air before settling onto your skin. The scent was thick, babyish, and it only made the moment feel more intimate, more real. You were at her mercy, and she knew it.

Mommy reached for the fresh diaper, unfolding it with a practiced flick of her wrists. It was thick, extra thick, the kind that would make you waddle when you walked, the kind that would crinkle with every movement. She slid it beneath you, the plastic backing cool and smooth against your skin. But she didn’t tape it up. Not yet.

Instead, her hand found its way to the front of the diaper, her fingers pressing down through the dry padding. You let out a broken sound, your hips jerking up off the table. “Does this feel nice, baby?” she asked, her voice dripping with amusement. You nodded frantically, your face burning. You hated how much you loved it, how your body arched into her touch without a second thought. Her fingers moved in slow, deliberate circles, the pressure just enough to make your breath hitch.

“Mommy’s going to take such good care of you,” she cooed, her other hand pressing down on your hip to keep you still. “But you have to be a good boy for me. Can you do that?” You nodded again, your voice lost somewhere between a whimper and a plea. Her fingers worked you through the diaper, the padding muffling the sound of her touch but doing nothing to dull the sensation. If anything, it made it better, the way the plastic crinkled, the way the thickness of the diaper pressed back against you, trapping you in the moment.

Your hips started to lift off the table, your body moving on its own, grinding into her hand. She let you, her smile widening as she watched you unravel. “That’s it,” she murmured. “Show Mommy how much you love your Pampers.” Her fingers picked up speed, her touch firm and unyielding. You could feel it building, coiling tight in your stomach, your breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The diaper crinkled loudly with every movement, the sound filling the room, a constant reminder of what you were, who you belonged to.

“P-please,” you managed to choke out, your voice trembling. You didn’t even know what you were begging for, more, less, something, but Mommy seemed to understand. She leaned down, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Shhh, baby. Mommy’s got you.” Her hand didn’t stop. If anything, it moved faster, her fingers pressing harder, her touch demanding. You were lost in it, in her, in the way your body responded so eagerly to her command.

And then… It hit you like a wave. Your back arched off the table, your fingers clawing at the padded surface as your body tensed. A gasp tore from your throat, your hips jerking wildly as you spilled your seed into the diaper, the padding growing warm and sticky beneath you. You collapsed back against the table, your chest heaving, your face flushed and damp with sweat. The diaper was a mess, your mess, and the realization of it sent another shudder through you.

Mommy finally taped up the diaper, her movements slow and deliberate as she secured the tabs. She patted your thigh, her touch lingering. “There we go,” she said, her voice soft but laced with satisfaction. “All sticky for bedtime.” She lifted you off the table, cradling you against her chest. You could feel the weight of the diaper between your legs, the warmth of your release seeping into the padding. It was humiliating. It was perfect.

She carried you to your crib, tucking you in with a kiss to your forehead. “Now you remember how much you love your diapers, don’t you?” she whispered, her fingers brushing a strand of hair from your face. You nodded, your cheeks still burning, your body still trembling from the aftershocks. She smiled, pulling the blanket up to your chin. “Good boy. Sleep tight.”

And as she turned off the light, leaving you in the soft glow of the nightlight, you realized something: you did love your diapers. You loved the way they made you feel small, and safe, and hers. And as you drifted off to sleep, the weight of your sticky diaper a constant, comforting reminder, you knew you’d never forget it.

[dontopenfairies]

Up in the tree house Auggie and Ollie were playing by themselves, sitting on the warm wooden floor and acting out a story with Auggie’s plastic model zoo animals.

Auggie set down the hippo and stood up. “I need to go pee. I’m gonna just be a second.” He started to open the trapdoor to the ladder.

“Wait,” said Ollie. “Just go pee in your pants. No one else is here and it’ll dry before Lina finds out.”

Auggie hesitated. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah! It’ll be fine. Look, I already went a couple times.” He sat up on his knees and pulled down his shorts a little bit so Auggie could see.

“Yeah, but you have a diaper on. That’s different.”

Ollie shrugged. “So what? Come on and keep playing with me. It’ll be okay. We’re outside so you won’t mess up any furniture or anything. It feels so good anyway…” He sat back down and let himself relax. “I’m going right now and it feels so good…”

Auggiensat back down tentatively. “Are you sure nobody’s going to find out?”

“I don’t think so. Just go pee.” Ollie picked up one of the animals again and made it walk towards the saucer they were using as a water trough.

Auggie sat back down on the warm wood. He tried to just let go but found that he was a little locked up. “I can’t make it come out,” he said.

“Don’t force it,” said Ollie. “Just relax. Just imagine you have a diaper on. You still have to wear them at night, right?”

“Who told you that??”

“Your girlfriend. Haha.”

Auggie picked up the hippo again. Just a few seconds later, he felt warmth spreading across his crotch. “I’m going,” he said quietly.

“See?” said Ollie. “Doesn’t it feel good?”

“Yeah,” said Auggie, starting to shift a little bit against the wood.

“Mmm,” said Ollie, setting down his toy and copying Auggie, wiggling a little bit against the wood.

“Can I…um…can I feel what your diaper’s like?”

“Yeah, of course! Are you curious?”

“Um…kinda. I haven’t worn a big diaper like that since I can remember. I just have to wear a pull-up at night.”

Ollie pushed the toys aside and scooted closer. He undid his fly and eased his shorts down again.

Auggie reached out and rubbed it, just for a second before snatching his hand away. “It’s really warm.”

“You can touch it more than that,” said Ollie. “It’s okay.”

Auggie raised his hand again, looking at the floor. He could feel heat rising in his face. He reached out again and rubbed Ollie’s diaper.

“It feels really good. Do you want me to do you too?”

Auggie didn’t answer but scooted closer, also kneeling up onto his knees. Ollie let his hand down onto Auggie’s wet pants and cupped his bulge. “It always feel better when you’re wet,” he told Auggie.

Auggie agreed but he didn’t want to say it aloud. They kneeled there for a couple more minutes and Auggie felt something building in him; he wanted to push Ollie over and rub on him and on his diaper. Just when he opened his mouth to say something someone knocked on the trapdoor. Both boys snatched their hands away.

“Everything okay, boys? Are you playing nice?” It was Lina’s voice.

“Yeah!!” said Ollie loudly. “Everything’s fine! Go away! No girls allowed!!”

“Yeah!!” said Auggie, too. “No girls!”

The trapdoor opened anyway. “That isn’t very nice. You boys better remember who’s in charge at my house.” She climbed into the treehouse and sat down in front of them. “Who’s in charge? I want both of you to answer.”

“You are, Lina.”

“You, Miss Lina…” Auggie looked away. He couldn’t think of a good way to hide his soaked jeans, much less the wet patch on the floor around him.

“What’s going on? You’re both blushing. Were you doing something naughty?”

Neither of them answered, and Lina stood up, hunching over under the low ceiling, and squatted very close to them.

“How come Auggie’s wet himself?”

“We were just playing,” said Auggie, looking down at the floor.

“Auggie, wetting yourself at your age is a big deal. Aren’t you meant to be 24 or something? I’m going to have to tell Polly.”

“You don’t have to tell her…I can just change in to some of Ollie’s pants and…”

“She’s still going to notice when she picks you up. And what’s going on down here?” She pointed to Auggie’s crotch. “It looks like you were getting pretty excited? Are you *sure* you weren’t playing naughty?”

Auggie still couldn’t take his eyes off the floor.

“You seem veryyyy reluctant to tell me. I think I know what that means.” She reached out and pinched Auggie’s ear, pulling him towards the trap door. “You’re coming down first. And then I’ll get my baby, too.”

Ollie watched as Lina made sure Auggie went down the ladder. Then she snapped her fingers at him and pointed at the trap door. He didn’t need to be told twice and hurried down, too.

Lina marched both of the to the bathroom and told them that if they were going to be naughty they needed to be somewhere appropriate. She left, telling them that she would be back soon.

“What’s she going to do?” asked Auggie. “I’ve never been bad at your house before.”

Ollie shrugged. “Usually she spanks me. Or makes me sit in my room. It probably won’t be so bad for me, though. I’m meant to go in my diapers, anyways. I think the rules are different for you.”

Auggie felt his face frown. This wasn’t fair at all. He couldn’t keep himself from shoving Ollie.

Ollie stumbled and righted himself against the counter. “No pushing! Do you want to get in worse trouble?”

Auggie didn’t really care anymore. He shoved Ollie against the counter and grabbed his wrists, squeezing them hard. He shoved his knee under Ollie’s crotch. And then, he didn’t really mean to do it, but as they struggled, his thigh started to rub against Ollie’s diaper.

Somehow they ended up on the tile, still fighting, but also humping against each other. Auggie started to feel that really warm, tingly feeling that made him want to go faster and faster. His hard-on was straining against his underwear and his fly and…

The door opened. “Boys!! Get up right now!”

They both scrambled to their feet.

“No fighting!” Lina grabbed both of them under their arms, hard. “You guys know that’s not okay!”

She pulled them into the bedroom.

“You know fighting is not okay,” she repeated. “Shame on both of you.” The boys hung their heads. “And I know what else you were doing.” Auggie felt his cheeks burning. He opened his mouth but Lina shushed him before he could say anything. “That is very naughty. You boys know you aren’t meant to do stuff like that if Polly and I aren’t around.”

“I’m sorry, Miss Lina…”

“I don’t want to hear it. You’re going to be sorry after I spank you both. But I’m not going to do anything just yet. I called Polly and she’ll be over here very soon. She told me not to do anything to you until she’s here to watch.” Lina crossed to the dresser and took out a folded plastic sheet. She spread it over the bed. “Both of you sit down right here and think about what you did. If you’re still right here in the same spot, and you’re good during the punishment, we might let you finish what you were doing. But only if we’re keeping an eye on you.”

Lina shut the door and waited for the latch to click. Then she walked back to the kitchen, smiling to herself. She and Polly were going to have a very entertaining afternoon.

Auggie and Ollie sat in silence. Ollie started to apologize but Auggie shot him a look and he shut up quick. A few more minutes passed with no noise spare the clock ticking in the dark room.

Then Auggie spoke. “Ollie…I kind of have to go again.”

“Okay. Just go in the sheet. I don’t think that’s going to make a different about how much trouble we’re in. Are you scared? Do you want me to hold your hand? I don’t think that’s naughty.”

Auggie set his hand down on the sheet between them and Ollie picked it up and squeezed it. It wasn’t long before Auggie felt his jeans getting warm again. He sighed in satisfaction.

“All done?” asked Ollie.

“Yeah. Ollie?”

“Uh-huh?”

“I think this is going to be okay in the end.”

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[chinoise56x3]

Reblogging to let others know…

[shadic561]

I will always reblog kink safety

[freeusefox]

I know this is a safety post but it made me wet 🙈

[regressionschool]

Old Habits

Old Habits

The hallway was quiet, save for the soft rustle of Amanda’s diaper as she waddled toward the bathroom, her long auburn hair swaying with each step. She wasn’t heading inside.no, that would be too much like a big girl, and big girls used the potty properly. But old habits die hard, and even though she hadn’t sat on a toilet in years, her body still carried her toward the bathroom door, as if drawn by some deep, instinctual memory.

Jake watched from the living room, arms crossed, a smirk playing on his lips. "What are you doing, Princess?" he called, his voice laced with amusement.

Amanda paused, glancing over her shoulder, her cheeks already flushed. "Nothing, Daddy," she mumbled, though the way her diaper sagged between her legs told a different story. She bit her lip, shifting her weight from one foot to the other, her gray socks pressing into the carpet. The urge was undeniable, and she knew there was no fighting it. With a soft sigh, she squatted right there in front of the bathroom door, her hands gripping the hem of her white T-shirt as she bore down.

Jake chuckled, shaking his head. It never failed to amuse him, how his little girl, who had long since forgotten how to use the potty, still felt the need to be near it when nature called. As if the mere proximity to the bathroom made it okay to let go, even if she was just going to fill her diaper like the toddler she was at heart.

Amanda’s face scrunched up as she pushed, the diaper crinkling loudly beneath her. A warm, mushy squish filled the air, followed by the unmistakable scent of a big poopy. She whimpered, her toes curling in her socks as the diaper swelled, the weight pressing against her bottom. It was messy, it was stinky, and it was perfect.

Jake took a step closer, inhaling the thick, musky aroma with a grin. "Mmm, someone’s making a stinker," he teased, his voice warm. "Right in front of the bathroom, too. Almost like a big girl."

Amanda groaned, her face burning. "Daddy, stop," she whined, but there was no real protest in her voice. She wiggled in place, the diaper squelching with every movement, the mess spreading thick and heavy between her legs. It was embarrassing, sure, but it was also… nice. Comforting, even. Like her body knew exactly what it was doing, even if her mind was a little fuzzy on the details.

Jake crouched down behind her, his hands resting on her shoulders. "You know, Princess," he murmured, his breath warm against her neck, "it’s kind of cute. You don’t even remember how to use the potty, but you still waddle over here like you’re gonna try."

Amanda pouted, but the corners of her mouth twitched upward. She couldn’t stay mad at him, not when he was being so sweet. Besides, he wasn’t wrong. There was something right about it. the way her body just knew where to go, even if the rest of her had moved on. She let out a final, satisfied sigh as the last of her business filled the diaper, the weight now undeniable as it sagged between her thighs.

"All done?" Jake asked, already knowing the answer. The diaper was full, the scent thick and pungent in the air.

She nodded, her fingers twisting the hem of her shirt. "Yeah… I think I made a really stinky poopy," she admitted, her voice small.

Jake stood up, offering her his hand. "Well, come on then, messy girl. Let’s get you to the nursery for a change." His tone was light, but there was a note of authority in it, one that Amanda found impossibly comforting.

She took his hand, letting him pull her to her feet. The diaper crinkled loudly with the movement, the squish of her mess echoing down the hallway as she waddled after him. He ruffled her hair affectionately as they reached the nursery door. "Now, up on the changing table, Princess. Let’s get you fresh and clean."

Amanda obeyed, climbing up onto the padded surface with practiced ease. She lay back, her legs kicking slightly as Jake undid the tapes of her messy diaper. The cool air hit her skin, and she squirmed, her face flushing as the full extent of her mess was revealed. Jake didn’t so much as flinch, though. He simply grabbed a wipe and got to work, his touch gentle but thorough.

"You’re such a good girl for me," he murmured, cleaning her up with efficient, soothing strokes. "Even if you do insist on squatting in the hallway like a little toddler who almost remembers how to be a big girl."

Amanda giggled, her embarrassment melting away under his care. "I can’t help it, Daddy! It’s just… habit."

Jake chuckled, finishing up and reaching for a fresh diaper. "Well, it’s a cute habit," he admitted, lifting her hips to slide the clean diaper beneath her. "But next time, maybe aim for the nursery, huh?"

Amanda grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "No promises, Daddy."

Jake shook his head, smiling as he fastened the new diaper snugly around her waist. "That’s my girl."

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Your messy diaper was getting rather itchy and irritating. It was time to ask your new Babysitter Paige for a change. Paige was at the mirror taking photos of her sexy body, she was so hot. Toned legs, tight ass and cute perky tits. It was utterly humiliating to have her as a Babysitter, she wasn't interested in a baby who couldn't keep his Pampers mess free for more then a few hours. Paige turned around with a disappointed look in her face the one a mother gives when she finds out her toddler just wet themselves. "Let me guess another messy diaper brat" you blushed and looked down at your feet barely able to speak words. "Well before we get you changed mister I wanna have a word with you" her condescending tone cut through you. She stood up and walked over to a chair spread her legs slighty. "Come her and sit of your Babysitters lap"

You walked towards her and once close enough Paige lifted you by the underarms and placed you onto her knee. Her knee pushed into the back of your filthy diaper, reminding you of what you just put in it earlier. Your tippy toes barely reached the ground forcing you to always be off balance then Paige gently began to bounce her knee. The mushy mess in the back if your diaper began to mix around, your cock rubbing up against the front of your diaper with each bounce. "I have seen the way you look at me, I just want to make this very clear pip squeak" the knee bouncing quicken in pace. "I'm not interested in a loser like you, so don't even try it. Like for real what guy your age is still put in diapers." Your cock was getting harder and it was getting more difficult to look Paige in the eyes. "Like you're being knee bounced by a 21 year old and you clearly seem to be enjoying it. I guess this is the closest you will have to sex huh" Paige stopped bouncing her knee thankfully you were pretty close to climaxing right there in front of her. She lifted you up but onto her other knee, you settled back into your mess. "Let's get you cummed out I don't want you cumming during a change and getting that stuff on my hand.. I really don't want you horny staring at me while I take pics for actual guys worth my time either". Your cock was throbbing begging to release into the filthy nappy. Just when you were close the bouncing stopped again. Paige inspected the damage pressing her hand against the back your diaper giving you a sharp spank and beginning the bouncing again. She stared down at the front of your diaper "you wouldn't be able to tell your even hard" she giggled "your dick screams Pampers worthy" she continued to bounce you, your cock near breaking point. You gave out a little pathetic squeal as you exploded into the diaper "there all done, another cummy diaper" Paige said.

Before you had time to catch your breath Paige was carrying you to the changing mat on your bed. She layed you down and you instinctively put your legs in the air your messy diaper on full display. "I go back to a lot of guys houses. Your the first guy to have a changing mat on his bed and a shelf full of clean diapers. Most guys I wrap condoms around their dicks but for you it's a fresh pampie for your peepee" Paige mocked as she turned around reaching for a fresh diaper her ass sticking out teasing you. She gathered the fresh supplies and began the change peeling down your cummy diaper. She was an expert "I worked in a daycare for a few months, most of them had better control then you and probably much later bedtimes". Once cleaned up Paige strapped you into a fresh diaper. "Its nearly 7pm so go brush your teeth and come back here and I will tuck you into bed squirt" you got up and waddled down the hall, another girl on the list who thinks you're a total loser.

[destinedfordiapers]

Everytime We Touch

This caption is for—and features—the relentlessly adorable diaper girl, @blushydollypoppy, who deserves all the attention for being so stinking cute.

You see what’s happening here, don’t you? The needy way she’s gyrating her diaper into her stuffy?

That delightful mix of obedient hesitation and greedy desperation. The way she yearns for the brief moment of bliss when her princess parts rub against her pee-soaked diaper.

A prisoner of pleasure.

Watch how each thrust is carefully tempered. Slow. Far less than what her needy mound craves. Just enough stimulation to want more, but far too little to get off.

The best part is she actually believes her ridiculous display is too subtle and sly for me to notice. Or maybe she’s just too desperate to control herself, consequences be damned.

To be honest, I don’t know which is more adorable.

All I know is the independent, ambitious, and confident woman she used to be is long gone.

The same woman who had guys eating out of her hand after simply smiling at them now reduced to surreptitiously humping her poopy pamper in the middle of the living room.

I should put a stop to it—diaper girls like her are never allowed to choose when they get cummies—but it's far too entertaining to not let it play out.

Plus, I can't help but wonder what she's thinking about right now. Is she imagining herself as a big girl having sex? Or maybe she's been denied so long she now craves her diapers?

I hope it's the big girl one. Ugh, that would make this so deliciously ironic.

I mean, how adorable is it to think she’s imagining herself having sex, like an actual adult, when all she’s actually doing is rubbing herself with four hours of tinkles?

Every stroke becomes bolder as her desperation grows and her brain fogs with desire after every unsatisfying thrust.

Barreling towards the inevitable.

There is nothing quite like watching a formerly strong, sexy woman demoted to this—humping her Build-a-Bear “boyfriend” in nothing but a very soggy, very messy diaper while Blue’s Clues plays in the background.

Nothing can possibly be cuter than her little diaper humpies as Steve teaches Blue how to tell time.

She even put her binkie in her mouth after a particularly adorable moan as if it were her soft moans, not the percussive crinkle symphony her diaper makes with every movement that gives her away.

Oh! It won’t be long now.

Each thrust is greedier than the last. She can no longer focus on anything but lustily rubbing her princess parts on her soft, squishy diaper.

One…two…three carnal, ravenous thrusts in quick succession send her into a frenzy, all attempts at subtlety abandoned.

She’s so close now.

“Having fun, buttercup?”

Her humping immediately stops, though she’s still shaking with the fruitless anticipation of an orgasm that was a heartbeat away.

“I-I-I…”

I didn’t expect a coherent answer, of course. Not when she’s consumed by the orgasm that was so close, but now so far away.

Poor thing must be so frustrated!

And even worse, knowing her unapproved, desperate performance had an audience the entire time. Caught in a ridiculously silly position.

“Awww, I think it’s romantic, little one! You and Sir Cuddles are star-crossed lovers like Romeo and Juliet—if Juliet were a poopy pamper princess! I don’t remember Romeo mentioning changing any messy diapers!”

Her cheeks slowly change from pink to red to burgundy.

“Come sit on my lap, princess. We need to have a little chat.”

She whimpers an adorably quiet “k-kay…”

Her diaper squelches as she straddles my leg, wincing as her mess smushes throughout her diaper.

I boop her nose. “Was someone being a naughty girl?”

“I…m’sowwy was v—hnnngh.”

Her eyes are suddenly unfocused, body tense as I bounce her on my leg.

“Come again, princess? I didn’t understand.”

“Mmmmgh...”

“Are you trying to apologize for being a horny widdle diapie girl?”

“M-mhm…”

“And that you know poopy pamper princesses never make cummies without permission?”

I bounce her faster.

“Ngngh…mhmmmm…”

“Can you tell me why, princess?”

“B-because…mmm…m’a ba-baby innn d-diapies…an…mgh…m'a t-toy…d-dolly…n’only ad-d-dults ch-choose wh-when…I…c-cummiessss…”

“That’s right! Your princess parts belong in diapies! You love being a denied cumquat, don’t you?”

“I-I..HNNGH…y-yes!”

“All you need is the touch of your diapies, huh?”

“M-mh-mhmmm…”

“And cummies feel best in poopy diapies!”

“Unnnnnngh!”

“No, no, babygirl, say it.”

By now she’s practically vibrating, unable to open her eyes, lost in pleasure.

“Cum-cummies a—mmmgh…a-are…ah ah ah…poo-poopyyy-ahhhhh!”

She collapses on my shoulder, breathing heavily.

Content.

I wonder if she ever expected to end up like this. Making cummies while bouncing in a poopy diaper, screaming how much she loves it.

Addicted to me. Addicted to her diapers.

The woman she was nothing but a distant memory.

[blushydollypoppy]

Oh my goodness me, this has me blushing so much 😳

Suffice to say I am a fan of this. I think what I mean to say is: Fank you Destined for showing me off, pwease accept these blushes as fitting tribute x🫣

[lanurserie37]

[adriana333blog]

Tu dois garnir ton mec avec un change bien épais. Il faut l' obliger à mariner dans ses couches pour qu' il soit conscient de sa soumission !

[xsublimelimex]

!! Minors DNI 21+ ONLY !! ALL CHARACTERS ARE ABOVE THE AGE OF 21!!!

Doctors Visit 🩺

CW: !scat!, smearing, piss play, mdlg

God I really do not want to be here right now. I haven’t been feeling all that great the past week or so and I’m embarrassed to admit I haven’t gone poopies in about two days. Which is highly unusual for me.

So I’ve made an appointment with Dr. Kelly. That’s why I’m here on a Friday at 5pm waiting for my turn. There’s no one else in the office now besides me the receptionist and the patient who oh look has just walked out!

My hands are clammy and my foot won’t stop tapping up and down.

I need to relax.

She won’t make fun of me.

She won’t laugh at me.

My thumb sneaks up to my mouth but I quickly bring it back down. Now is so not the time to sink into little space that’s for sure.

“Chloe Maxwell?” Calls the nurse at the door that leads to the scary place effectively breaking my train of thought. “Yes?” I look up and she smiles at me. “Dr. Kelly will see you now.” I smile a tight lipped one back and stand following her to the exam room where she quickly leaves but not before telling me to undress into the dressing gown and lay on the table.

So here I lay basically butt ass naked trying my best not to go pee pee on myself seeing as when I’m home which is often since I work from home my mommy has me in diapers. She likes to take care of my every need including cleaning my little booty from the poo poo.

My thumb finds itself back at my mouth and I’m weak I can’t help it when I slip it inside suckling loudly to soothe myself. My eyes slipping closed.

The door opens and my eyes spring open and in enters the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. Okayyyyy so not what I need right now as my small cock firms up slightly. She has such large breasts that are pushed up so high they peak up out of her v neck top. My tiny nubs are nothing in comparison but mommy always tells me she loves my little mosquito bites and I know so because mama always makes suckies on them when she plays with me!

“Hi there sweetie, I’m Dr. Kelly I’ll be taking care of you today.” She says softly smiling kindly as she purells and sits on the little stool by my feet.

“Now Chloe why don’t you tell me what’s been going on with you?” She says with her pen and clipboard in hand. “Well I-” quickly slip my thumb out of my mouth my cheeks flaming. Oh God how could I forget that in there! “Sorry Dr. Kelly!!” I rush to apologize. “Oh that’s quite alright if it makes you feel more comfy you can certainly suckle on your thumb I don’t mind one bit. I understand it helps many littles to calm down. Now why don’t you tell me the problem today.” She reassures me and slyly shifts the convo back on course past my embarrassing moment.

A small smile creeps on my face and she smiles back. Even though she said I could, I keep my thumb far from my mouth. “Well I’ve had a little cold the past week but the last couple days my tummy has been hurting and I haven’t been able to go number 2.” I tell her my cheeks so red I look like a tomato I’m sure. She taps the pen in her lip and hums.

“Have you been taking any pain relievers for your cold?” She asks. “Yes I’ve been taking ibuprofen for four days or so.” She writes something down and swivels her chair and pulls open a drawer taking out something in a small package and grabbing gloves. As she puts on her gloves she tells me, “well that’s the problem honey sometimes if you take too much ibuprofen it can constipate you. So I’m gonna administer a suppository but you’ll have to stay in office till it takes effect seeing as it works quickly. Now please rest your feet on the foot pedals.”

“Okay” I say quietly. She looks up and rubs her hand on my bent knee. “There’s no reason to be scared sweetheart it won’t hurt one bit. Just think about how good it’ll feel to have all those pesky poopies spill out.” She tells me softy.

I nod, “okay doctor I’m ready.” My thumb comes back up and I suckle it as she grabs what I assume is lube and coats the suppository and her fingers in it.

“Okay honey it’s gonna go in now just take a deep breath and when you exhale push out.” She instructs and I do exactly as she says. She holds my gaze as she presses it to my small hole but nothing happens I’m too nervous and too tight. “Honey you need to relax or else this isn’t going to work.” She reminds me. “I know I just scared.” I mumble around my thumb. I’m slipping into little space in front of a medical professional and I want to die of embarrassment.

Dr. Kelly softly strokes my hole trying to warm me up for it. “Oh hun it’s okay to be scared. This is scary! Something is going up your little bum but I promise you it won’t hurt one bit. So I need you to push out as if your going poopies okay? Can you do that for me sweetie?” She asks me still stroking my hole which is starting to feel so good my hole is greedy for more.

My tiny cunny plumping up even more under my dressing gown that she can see straight up into. But there’s no time to be embarrassed about that I need to be a good girl and listen to the doctor! So I nod, “yes doctor I can do it.”

“Good girl now push out!” She praises and that’s all I need and I’m grunting as I push out a small toot leaving me as she quickly shoves the suppository in along with her gloved pointer finger pushing it in even further. My hole clamps shut around her finger as she wiggles it around. “Oh wow you’re quite tight down there.” She says in an observant way that almost sounds sexual.

I cant help it when I moan softly as she pulls her finger back out. “Okay sweetie now we just have to wait one minute or so and it should start working. Now I know this is a very intimate act to be performing in front of someone but I need you to remember im a doctor nothing surprises me. So once you feel that pressure start you have to push all those yuckies out. You understand?” She demands more than asks but I nod and give a quick, “yesh doctor.”

She hums in approval and moves to grab a bed pan. “Now please scoot to the edge of the table hun so your little hole is just over the ledge.” I do as she says my dressing gown now riding up past my belly button my small fat cock hard as a hell just out there in plain view but she doesn’t comment although she does look at it quickly and lick her lips.

Just as she places the bed pan beneath me I feel a grumble in my tummy and clutch it with both hands. “Oh no it’s coming.” I cry and immediately a loud wet fart is heard from my hole. I cant do this I can’t do this not with her staring I need to hold it in.

But I don’t think it’s up to me I think as my stomach cramps. And against my will my small hole spreads wide as a large log makes its way out quickly plopping down into the pan. I moan loudly as the relief hits me instantly.

“Good girl keep pushing sweetie get all those poopies out of your hole.” I nod and squeeze my eyes shut as mushy poopies spill out of my hole like a fountain. It’s uncontrollable and I can’t help my grunting and groaning as it occurs. It feels so so good and so does the finger pressing over my gushing hole.

Wait what.

I open my eyes and Doctor Kelly has her gloved finger at my hole and before I can say anything she shoves two fingers inside. I moan loudly as it slides right in alongside all the shit coming out. “It’s okay honey I’m just helping your hole widen some more just keep letting all of that messiness out.” I don’t know if that’s normal or not but I don’t question it because it feels so good I need more.

“Keep pushing Chloe oh fuck look at your hole getting so messy. I’m here honey I’m here let me see you fill up this bedpan to the brim. Such a dirty girl.” Dr. Kelly seems mesmerized by my expanding hole not even realizing what she’s saying but I don’t care I just don’t want her to stop.

She shoves two more fingers inside unexpectedly and strokes my prostate. I scream and immediately my cock jerks and a long stream leaves me. My piss lands on her lip and she cracks as she licks them and lunges. She stuffs my small cock in her mouth in one go drinking up my piss as her fingers slam inside my still shitting hole. “Oh mommy my cunny my cunny I can’t stop going pee pee it won’t stop oh ohhhh.” I cry and grab her head shoving her down some more and she takes me down her throat gulping around my small thick cock. It feels so good I can’t stop pissing and shitting at the same time. She leans back my still leaking cock crying for attention but she pays it no mind as she uses her other hand to pull my hole open some more from both sides just stretching it as far as it can go.

“Oh baby your hole got so loose the shit is just spilling out. It’s so fucking delicious mommy’s gonna stuff her fist inside now okay?”

Our little game is over now she’s back to just being my mommy and I can’t help but cry “mama mama mama.”

“Yes baby it’s mama now.” She reassures and stuffs her whole fist in slamming it inside my wrecked hole. The poop squelching as she pounds me my cock won’t stop pissing from the overstimulation. “Fuck look at how wide your little girl hole is baby so perfect for mommy.” She praises and with her other hand she scoops up some of the shitty mess and wraps her hand around my fat little cock stroking me and covering me in my own poopies.

“Look at what a disgusting little thing you are letting your mother do with you as she pleases. Your little cunt is covered in your soft poopies baby look at how disgusting it looks. I can barely see your little cock it’s so covered.” She exclaims her eyes never leaving my cock as she continues stroking me up and down her hand covered in my mess. I whine, “mama I can’t I can’t I need.”

“You can baby and you will just a little longer. You’re just such a stinky little poopy girl I can’t get enough. All that shit just smeared everywhere. You really will let your mother do as she pleases you’re just the most perfect girl. My dream girl.” Oh god mommy has me floating I can’t help it as tears spring to my eyes from how good it feels.

“Mama feels so good mama oh mommy please can I go cummies please.” I sob the feeling of my soft shit on my cock too much. It’s so perfect the best lube. She’s just smearing it all over the place and I love it. “Yes baby cum for your mother cum baby.”

Just as she slams her fist in again she wraps her lips around the tip of my cunt and I immediately explode into her mouth crying out, “mama!”

She licks my piss hole sticking her tongue inside a little and small squirt of piss comes out filling her mouth which she swallows. She pops off, “fuck baby you taste delicious.” I smile my eyes half closed in a daze as I make grabby hands.

“One second darling.” Mama pulls out her fist and my hole attempts to close back up but it does a poor job since it’s so stretched out.

She takes her dirty gloves off and grabs some wipes cleaning up my dirty bum. “Such a stinky little girl.” Mama laughs as she wipes my cock clean. I giggle and stuff my thumb in my mouth once more. “You wuv it mama!” I exclaim and she hums, “yes I very much do baby girl.”

After she washes her hands and discards of the full pan she slips a diaper under my bum and pecks my little pecker (hehe) before taping both sides closed. I sigh and let loose immediately a whooshing sound is heard as I fill my once clean diaper with my piss. Mama doesn’t say anything she only rests her hand down on top and squeezes it before patting it once. The soft padding feels so incredible and warm against my skin exactly the way it’s supposed to feel. “There we go sweet girl back to how you belong.” Mommy smiles and comes up to where my head lays and leans down kissing the corner of my lips.“That was fun wasn’t it?” She murmurs as she kisses my lips softly stroking my hair back. “So so fun mommy I love going to the doctor!!” I exclaim and she laughs loudly.

The End.

[sissy-foot-addict]

Part 4

*you accept your fate and let Emma change your diaper, knowing she’s gonna find out your big secret, that you’re actually a boy and not a girl!!!*

“Ugh these straps are so hard to get off, can you help me instead of lying there drooling like an idiot!??”

*you honestly don’t want to help her, but realising she’s gonna find out what’s beneath your diaper either way, you decide to just rip the bandaid off (or diaper in this case) and get it over with*

*RRRIIIIPPPPPPPP*

“WHAT. THE. FUCK…”

*you beg her to quiet down so she doesn’t alarm any one else, it seems to work as she just stares at your tiny dick in shock*

“You’re a guy?????? Ewwwwwwwww oh my god I can’t believe this, i mean you look so much like a girl. Ew are you one of those perverts trying to infiltrate an all girls school???? Omg I’m soooooooo gonna report your tiny diapered dick!!!”

*you beg her not to, trying to explain the whole situation with your mommy and her mess up, almost on the verge of tears while doing so, still laying down with your soggy diaper beneath your baby bum and your itty bitty weewee poking out*

“I don’t believe you!! You’re just a pervert!!! Tape that diaper back up, we’re going to the principal to report you!!!!”

*you realise there’s only one way to fix this, you tell her you’ll take her home to meet your mommy, and she’ll confirm everything. That’s the only way to keep your secret from the entire school*

“Hmmmmmmmm, fine. But if you’re lying I’m not only reporting your ass to the principal, I’m beating your diapered ass in front of the entire school and exposing your gross little dicky to everyone!!!!”

*you shudder and whimper in fear, letting out a little bit of pee in your diaper from the thought of the entire school knowing you’re a sissy girl that wears diapers*

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*a little while later you arrive home with Emma, she hasn’t said a word to you on your way back and she’s kept just enough distance away from you so people wouldn’t think you’re walking together. You knock on your door expecting your mommy to open the door, but instead it’s the popular girl from your school who you could’ve sat next to this morning!!!!*

“Oh! Hey baby!”

*thats all she says before she walks out the door and to her car, giving Emma a mean look as she walks by her, looks like there’s some tension there*

“Why the fuck is she here?????”

*you say you have no idea while stuttering like a scared little toddler being told off*

“Oh my god hiiii baby!!!!!”

*your mommy runs to the door so excited to see her baby girl again, she hugs you in a way that forces your head in between her big mommy milkers! After the hug she notices someone standing behind you.*

“Omg did my baby girl make a new friend on her first day of school?????”

“Uhm fuck no! Im not “””her””” friend at all, your daughter or son or whatever the fuck! Is a nasty perverted loser!!!!! I mean, how can you let him perv around at an all girls school, what’s wrong with you!!!”

“Perv around?? Oh honey you’ve got it all wrong, i forgot to sign my baby boy up for a school so i had to sign him up for an all girls school, so he just HAD to become a sissy baby girl, otherwise he’d miss out on a very important education. He’s not that much of a pervert!! I mean I caught him rubbing his wittle wee wee to sissy porn and once found him sniffing my sweaty gym socks but besides that he’s just my cute innocent baby girl”

*your face turns red in horror. You look back to see Emma’s disgusted face and you just can’t take it anymore, all the humiliation, the teasing and the torture from your mommy make you feel dizzy, you fall back on diapered bum and you realise what’s about to happen*

“Oh my god are you…….”

What are you about to do in front of your Mommy and Emma

Make goo goos in your diaper

Make poo poos in your diaper

Voting ended onJul 26, 2025

[sissy-foot-addict]

Sorry for the wait, been super busy 🥹

[ransackedpotato3]

Amanda and her group had been following the ATV tour guide for hours, she knew she never should have taken this sketchy tour. The group began to panic, fearing they were lost. The tour guide could only speak extremely broken English and failed to calm any of them down. Amanda had a different issue, feeling a throbbing pain in her guts, a huge storm was brewing inside her. An hour passed before her stomach cramped violently. She felt an enormous log of excitement ran its way through her intestines, she cursed everything under her breath as beads of sweat rolled down her face. The gigantic snake of solid shit slowly travelled south towards her sphincter, showing no sign of stopping. the air ahead of it was forced out of her ass, airy farts squeezed out of Amanda despite her hardest efforts to hold them in. Amanda was thankful she fell to the back of the line, but She began to panic as the vast volume of poop inched its way into her rectum. The turd was so massive that it began opening her asshole before it even arrived to it. She squeezed her hole tight gritting her teeth as she exerted her strength against the monster inside her body, but she was no match for its might. The shit log of Tremendous proportions struck her asshole with incredible force despite its slow pace. Amanda was able to resist the behemoth for about 2 seconds until the pressure exerted was too much. Amanda’s asshole began to widen against her as she let out a painful grunt followed by a terrified whimper as the reality set in that the pain that followed would be unthinkable. The thick snake of shit slowly drove its way out of Amanda as She scrunched her face and lifted her butt from the seat of the ATV. A the mammoth of a turd stabbed into the seat of her athletic pants, her asshole opening wider and wider to an agonizing radius. 1 inch, 2 inches, 3 inches. Amanda grew a tail before the log stopped halfway through, leaving her aching anus open with a branch sticking out from it. The log tented out her tight leggings which at this point were the only resistance against it. In an effort to put an end to the pain Amanda assisted the rest of the log out with a might push. With a grotesque grunting noise, the rest of the log rocketed out of her, powerful enough to slide her the waste and of her leggings down slightly. The mass of solid shit rested in her leggings as a slither of soft diarrhea flowed freely out of her tired anus. Amanda breathed heavily just glad the pain was finally gone….

[babybobbysstories]

Tiffany's Date

I don't like it when people stare at my boobs.

I especially don't like it when nerdy, sissy guys stare at them, as if I might deign to let them touch them, or something.

Of course, I understand why people do stare at them. They are large, perfectly round, and hard to miss, especially considering the way I dress. At 38EE, even the girls in school tend to stare at them. But I love wearing revealing clothes, skimpy outfits and snug fitting tops and skirts that showcase my spectacular body. And I don't mind when the good looking, hunky guys look at me, but it annoys me to no end when I catch one of the skinny little wimps with glasses staring at me. How dare they! Don't they know I wouldn't give them the time of day?

I do my best to make them aware of my feelings by pushing them around whenever they get in my way. I like to cut in front of them in line and watch them pout as I act like they don't even exist. And as if my five foot ten stature weren't enough of an intimidation, I like to wear high heels to school to make me tower even more over the weaklings who get in my way. I like to give them a rude shove so that they learn their place. And any who show even the slightest trace of backbone by complaining earn themselves a harsh slap in the face. That usually sends them running and I laugh whenever I see it happen.

However, there are some times when the naughty side of me feels the urge to take it a little further.

They other day, in the lunchroom, I was sitting with some of my friends, a group some people would call, "the popular crowd", made up mostly of cheerleaders and burgeoning models.

I was sipping my drink, when I saw two tables over, a nerdy guy, probably a member of the Chess club, trying hard to hide the fact that he was staring at me. Today, I was wearing a clinging halter top over one of my favorite demi-cup push-up bras. The overall effect was quite impressive, if I may say so myself, with every curve of my breasts clearly on display.

At first, I started to get angry. And then, an idea suddenly dawned on me. The thought of it made me giggle and I took a piece of paper from my purse and wrote down my address on a piece of paper. Standing up, I walked slowly over to the wimp's table, my saucy hips swaying seductively. His geeky friends immediately began gibbering amongst themselves as they saw me approaching. With my high heeled sandals clicking audibly on the tiled cafeteria floor, it announced my presence like a loudspeaker to any male nearby.

I watched as the nerd's face grew red--no doubt he was aware that he had been discovered and now he was fearing the embarrassment I was about to unleash on him. Nonetheless, as I came up to the table of these boys, I stood over them and smiled pleasantly.

"I couldn't help but notice you looking at me," I said in my sultry, very feminine voice.

"Oh no-I was-um-I was just-" the nerd stammered frantically.

"If you like me, why don't you come over after school," I said invitingly, as I slid the paper with my address across the table to him.

The nerd looked as if I'd hit him with a two by four. His mouth dropped open and he stared first at the paper and then up at me in disbelief. For a second, he just stared dumbfounded and then he scrambled to snatch up the note, no doubt thinking it probably said something like 'drop dead nerd', or something similar.

Instead, when he realized it really was my address, he still found himself at a loss for words.

"Three-thirty, sharp," I said crisply, and I turned around and walked away without a further word.

Hushed, urgent, and excited whispering broke out from behind me as his flabbergasted geeky friends tried to grasp at what had just taken place.

I smiled to myself as I saw once again, how easy it was to manipulate the opposite sex.

The sissy arrived at 3:30 on the dot, just as I expected. When I opened the door, he looked flushed and uncertain, and he licked his dry lips nervously.

I was wearing a sexy black bustier that had strings that cinched it up the front, producing a fantastic cleavage and two big mounds where my voluptuous breasts were spilling out of the top. I made sure he wouldn't see my nipples because that is a privilege that I would never grant a sissy like him.

As I stood before him with my hands on my hips, I still had on my short gray skirt from earlier which had the slit up the side. With my four and a half inch heels, the sissy's face was right at the level of my boobs. He gawked at them in awe and tried to articulate some sort of greeting but his voice cracked when he opened his mouth. Intuitively, I could tell he was still a virgin and I merely smiled agreeably down at him as I took his hand and led him inside the house. My parents wouldn't be home until later and in any case, what I wanted to do wouldn't take long.

"Did I surprise you?" I asked the quivering wimp.

"Uh, yes, er, I mean, it's just that, well, I'm uh..." he could hardly string three words together that made any sense and his face was flushed.

I began brushing my long, curly brunette hair with my hairbrush, a large oval shaped instrument with a back made of hard, firm oak. As I did so, I arched my back slightly, pushing my impressive chest outwards to further fluster the overwhelmed sissy.

"You like watching me, don't you," I prompted him.

He blushed furiously and I could see that I'd hit a sensitive spot with that remark.

"Well, I um, ya know..." he stammered stupidly.

I looked him deep in the eye as I applied a coat of dark, wine colored lipstick to my full lips, purposely taking my time to tease him with it. He watched me hungrily like a starved dog eyeing a piece of succulent bacon.

"Do you like my breasts?" I suddenly asked him boldly as I smacked my lips together and put away the lipstick.

He swallowed hard as he tried to come up with an appropriate response.

"Uh-huh!" he said, sounding completely geeky in doing so. It was obvious he'd never been with a girl, sexually or otherwise.

"You don't think they're too big, do you?" I asked as I ran my immaculately manicured fingers softly over the curves exposed above my bustier. His eyes watched my hands closely as they stroked the smooth skin and I observed a small bulge forming in the front of his pants.

"Oh no! I think they're just right!" he said, now filled with determination.

I smiled enigmatically and without saying anything further, I moved my hand down to his crotch and gently rubbed his little erection. Even as he blushed beet red, he closed his eyes in ecstasy and I unzipped his fly, lowering his pants to his ankles. He gasped and tried to cover up his underwear, suddenly embarrassed at being so exposed.

With an abruptness that caught him totally off guard, I took a seat on one of the dining room chairs and suddenly yanked him over my lap.

"Wha-what's going on?" he quaked in terror as he found himself staring down at the floor in front of his face.

"I'm going to show you what happens to little sissies who think they can stare at my chest," I snapped, revealing the anger I had been hiding until now.

Before he could say another word, I brought the flat side of my hair brush down on his little round bottom with all my might, delivering a harsh, stinging swat to his cheeks.

SMACKKK!!!

He howled in pain and tried to get up but I was already anticipating his move. I reached over and quickly grabbed his right arm, wrenching it around and pushing it up between his shoulder blades. He squealed with panic and it forced him to put his head back down to relieve the pressure. When he was back in position, I jerked his underwear down and off his butt, leaving his backside bare and ready to be spanked. Already, a bright red oval shape had formed that covered both his round, nubile cheeks and I was determined to add much more color than that.

Holding his arm with my left hand so he couldn't escape, my right grasped the hairbrush firmly and I brought it down with a hard, punishing swat that filled the room with its impact.

SMAACKKK!!!

"OOOOWWW!!!" he cried desperately, his legs kicking helplessly.

Despite the slimness of my arms, I'm quite strong and I used my strength to good effect, wielding the hairbrush with fierce, blistering swats. He gasped for breath as he tried to cope with the assault on his smooth, tender cheeks but his facade of manliness evaporated in an instant. By the third time my hairbrush had smacked his bottom, he was bawling like a two year old. I settled into a determined, calculated rhythm, slapping his quickly reddening fanny and watching as it turned a hot, angry shade of crimson. Before long, he stopped fighting me and he willingly submitted to his punishment although he was still flailing his legs desperately in response to the severe spanking he was receiving. I rewarded his submissiveness by increasing the tempo and severity of the sissy's paddling, giving the little crybaby exactly what he deserved.

After blazing a red inferno on the center of each cheek, I moved outward, slapping the sides with crisp, deliberate blows that made him wail in agony. When the sides had achieved the same degree of color as the center, I returned my attention to the original target, the middle of his seat where his youthful, fleshy cheeks curved most delightfully. My hairbrush swung down again and again, and the poor sissy sobbed and cried like a little girl. Bunching the one fist that he had free, he beat it against the floor in frustration as the tears streamed down his face.

This was the image I wanted to forever sear into his mind: that of a helpless sissy being severely paddled by a superior woman who is in complete control. He would never look at the opposite sex in the same way again.

At last, I stopped spanking him and I set the hairbrush down next to me with an abrupt clatter.

The nerd tried to get up but I rudely forced him back down again with his bent arm.

"Not so fast, Sissy-boy," I warned him and I reached around behind the chair where a jar of Vaseline was hidden and waiting for me. Dipped inside, was a nice, thick butt plug that was coated liberally with the sticky lubricant. Taking a dollop in my hand, I pressed it up against his anus which made him struggle once more to get free.

"Spread your legs, or we'll start all over," I told him evenly.

Sobbing pitifully, he did as he was told and I pushed a glob of the Vaseline into his puckering hole. Taking the big rubber butt plug, I brought it up and rubbed it against his rosebud, looking for the right angle for penetration. He squirmed and squealed as I began slowly but firmly pushing it in.

"Stop!" he wailed, "Stop! Please! It's too biiiiggg!"

I ignored his pleas and pushed harder.

"Spread your legs wider, you big sissy! This is for your own good!" I commanded him.

He moaned as the butt plug finally eased past his sphincter and disappeared inside him, the oval shaped handle the only thing left exposed. He was breathing heavily and still crying but I knew he needed still further humiliation. Standing him up, I looked down into his tear stained face and held his jaw firmly in my hand while he stood on shaking legs.

"Take the rest of your clothes off. Right now!" I ordered him in my authoritative voice.

He crumbled before me and I knew he was completely defeated. No doubt he was frantic to know what was going to happen next but I kept him in the dark. When he had finished and he was covering his pathetic little wiener with his hands, I took advantage of the fact that his bright red bottom was completely defenseless. Picking up the hairbrush, I brought it down with a blistering smack against his stinging rump.

"Get into the living room, Sissy!" I told him.

He howled in torment and practically ran into our spacious living room where I had a few things laid out for him. On the floor, I had arranged a thick set of baby diapers, big enough for him to wear, some safety pins, powder, and of course, plastic panties. I was going to dress this sissy in the most humiliating way possible, and show him what I thought of pansies like him at the same time. I pushed him down on the floor on top of the diapers and began situating him over them while he whimpered from the pain of his punished bottom.

With several good shakes of the baby powder I covered his crotch and up to his chest, giving him the infantile smell of a toddler.

"Why are you doing this to me?" he whined between sobs.

I pulled up first one side of the diapers, then the other, pinning him securely in place with the special locking pins. He'd have to find some way of cutting those off if he ever wanted to remove them again.

"Because you're a pantywaist sissy. And it's time you were put in your place," I told him as I shook out the plastic panties. They were a pink translucent pair with patterns of blocks and rattles decorating it. He grimaced as I snaked them up his girlishly smooth, skinny legs, brusquely pulling them up and over the thick, bulging diapers. He must have been surprised to find that they fit him so well and I snapped the waistband against him before making sure the diaper was completely tucked in. As a final touch, I snapped shut the tiny lock in back, making sure the panties would be staying right where they were. This sissy was going to be wearing his diapers home whether he liked it or not!

Next, I gathered a peach colored t-shirt with pink edging and feminine frills. He nearly burst into tears when he read the gaily written inscription on the front. It said "I love my diapers" on it, and I smirked as I pulled it down over his head.

With his fat, plastic covered diapers and sissy shirt, he looked every bit, the overgrown baby.

That was when the doorbell rang.

"Well, who could that be, Sissykins?" I taunted him.

I saw abject fear all over his face as he looked terrified at the door.

"Better go answer it, unless you'd like to take another trip over my lap," I told him, leaving no doubt in his mind as to what would happen if he refused.

"Please," he pleaded desperately, "please don't make me."

Without a word, I walked over and picked up the hairbrush, fixing him with a severe look.

He probably wet his diapers out of fear because he jumped to his feet in his hurry to get to the door. Between the thickness of his diapers and the fat butt plug stuffed in his ass, he stood with his legs spread apart in a distinctively babyish pose. Biting his lip in angst, he slowly pulled the door open, but only enough to peek through without exposing himself.

That wasn't going to do it for me. I came up from behind him and yanked the door open the rest of the way, revealing his diapered state to my friends who were waiting on the front porch. They immediately burst into laughter as they came inside and took in the ridiculous image before them. The poor sissy reacted predictably enough--I heard a hissing sound and soon a darkened spot appeared in the front of his plastic panties. The pansy was actually wetting his diapers! I burst out laughing myself since I couldn't contain myself anymore.

Tears of shame filled the sissy's eyes as he struggled to take in the humiliation being dished out to him. I imagine nothing could possibly have been worse for the nerdy pantywaist than to have four beautiful and sexy girls from his school laughing at him as he wet his diapers like a baby.

Coming up behind him, I squeezed the thick seat of his diapers and I could feel that he'd wet so much that his pee had soaked down between his legs and into the thick seat of his pampers.

I shook my head at his pathetic display but made no move to change him.

"Ready to go home now?" I asked him.

He nodded abjectly, totally subservient now.

Opening the door, I threw his socks and shoes out into the yard. Turning him in the direction of the open door, I swatted him soundly on his diapered butt with the hairbrush, causing him to stumble outside. Once he was through the threshold, I slammed the door shut, locking him outside while the others laughed themselves silly.

"Have a nice walk home, Sissy!" I called out to him through the door.

I could hear him beating on the door frantically, begging for his clothes and to be let back in.

"Better get lost Sissy, or I'll call your mommy and have her come over and pick you up. You'll have an interesting time explaining your wet diapers to her when she gets here," I told him as I chuckled at his predicament.

The nerd stood for a moment considering his perilous choices before we heard his footsteps quickly retreating down the sidewalk.

I think we laughed until our sides hurt.

That was one sissy who had learned his lesson once and for all.

THE END

[littledreambunny]

First Time Truly Home

I was given the topic for this caption by @destinedfordiapers who also gently pushed me to actually write it. It was terrifying to put these feelings into words… and strangely, deeply cathartic too. I hope it resonates with some of you.

The air in the room felt thick, almost tangible, laced with that unmistakable mix of baby lotion’s lavender whisper and the sharper, more intimate undercurrent of my own dampened vulnerability.

A scent that clawed at the surface of my composure, reminding me of all the sterile doctor’s offices and late-night changes where I’d been alone with my shame.

My heart wasn’t just pounding.

It was a wild, erratic symphony.

Every beat carried the chaos inside me, a frantic feeling of exposure, the raw fear that this moment would the fragile illusion I’d built around my broken body.

I lay there on the crinkly plastic changing mat, it’s cool, unforgiving surface pressing into my back like a silent judge.

My knees drawn up to my chest in a futile attempt to shield myself, thighs trembling not from any external chill but from the storm of conflicting feelings brewing internally.

One part of me wanted to flee, to bury this broken piece of me under layers of denial and guilt.

Another part pulled me closer, whispering with a child’s wide-eyed plea.

Please see me whole.

Please don’t turn away.

Please want me still.

His hands approached the tapes, warm, steady, rough from real life, I squeezed my eyes shut so tightly that stars flashed behind my eyelids.

My breathing came in short, shaky sips as if breathing too deep would break me open.

The first tape gave way with a slow, deliberate rrrrrip.

It filled the quiet room like a confession torn from unwilling lips, peeling back the soggy padding to let cool air rush in.

A sudden intimacy that set my skin on fire with humiliation so deep it twisted my stomach.

This is the real me.

The thought hit me hard, a cruel inner voice laced with years of built-up hurt.

The girl who can’t trust her own body.

Who wakes up to wet sheets and quiet self-blame.

The girl who turned something she needed into a secret world of cartoons, comfort, and innocence.

Because facing the truth feels like staring into a dark void.

Hot tears gathered at the corners of my eyes, not yet falling but building pressure like a dam about to break, because how could he touch this without pulling away in disgust?

How could I let him?

Every nerve was alive with the brutal push and pull, the terror of rejection cutting deep, carving fresh pain over old scars from mocking laughs and pitying looks.

But also aching to give in.

To be held completely.

Flaws and all.

In a way that turned the curse I’d been given into something almost holy.

But then came the wipe, soft, warm from his hands, moving with slow careful tenderness across my skin in gentle circles that sent mixed signals racing through me.

A sharp spike of shame, yes, that made me want to disappear but infused with a spark of forbidden excitement.

A warmth blooming low in my belly that felt both wrong and freeing,

Turning vulnerability into a dizzy haze where the lines between my childish condition and little-space blurred together.

My mind broke apart further, thoughts crashing like tidal waves.

Gross, unworthy, a burden.

But his touch stayed, gentle and slow, as if every stroke was quiet saying you’re okay, you’re wanted.

“Shh, my sweet baby girl”.

His voice a rich rumble that steadied the storm inside, a tone that felt like both a caregiver’s closeness and a lover’s promise, making the inner conflict ache even more.

The powder came next, a soft cloud that settled over me, its sweet talcum smell wrapping around me like a gentle hug.

Tickling my sensitive skin and pulling out a gasp that broke into something like a half-sob full of leftover fear and blended with an involuntary giggle that bubbled up from the littlest part of me.

The part that still craved innocence in all this mess.

In that moment, I felt split across ages.

The five-year-old hiding under blankets from monsters.

The teenager dying of embarrassment after accidents at sleepovers.

The adult fighting with this strange change where what once broke me now turned me on.

A complicated shift from pain into desire that left me dizzy, unsure, yet somehow pulled in deeper.

He pulled the fresh diaper up then, its thick, crinkly padding sliding under my hips with a soft rustle that matched my surrender.

The little pastel stars on it a sweet detail that felt both perfect and out of place next to everything heavy, tapes closing with neat little snicks that locked me in.

His hand patting the front in a steady rhythm that sent comfort through me, chasing away shadows of fear while leaving soft echoes of that quiet question.

Why me?

Why can’t my body just work like everyone else’s?

Why do I still need Daddy to take care of it?

But oh, the relief that came after was a warm, wrapping wave, washing over the sharp edges of self-doubt, softening them with the quiet hope that maybe this wasn’t punishment, but a way to feel close.

As he lifted me into his lap, the fresh padding crinkling softly against his jeans, I buried my face in the crook of his neck.

Breathing in the familiar smell of his skin like it was the only safe thing amid the emotional storm.

His arms wrapped around me, rocking with a gentle motion that felt like the rocking I never really outgrew, and the sobs finally came, muffled against his shirt, messy and real.

Not from pure pain, but from the deep unraveling.

Layers of walls falling down under the weight of being truly seen.

Accepted in all my broken pieces.

It was a release full of sweetness.

The fear not gone but quieter, slipping back to whispers as acceptance opened up, fragile but strong.

Turning what I’d always seen as my own personal hell into something shared, a connection built in the fire of being vulnerable.

Loved despite, or perhaps because of, the leaks, the needs, the mess.

Exposed yet held, still scared but no longer alone, in his steady hold, the storm inside quieted to a murmur, leaving behind a deep ache, the sweet-sharp pain of being known so completely.

Flaws woven together with care.

In a picture that felt, for that one held breath.

Like enough.

Like home.

[destinedfordiapers]

Wow, this is so good! The way you described the emotional intensity of a diaper change—especially the first change by a partner—was nothing short of brilliant!

You perfectly captured the conflicting feelings of vulnerability, fear, love, trust, intimacy, and ultimately, acceptance of the moment. Diaper changes are so common in ABDL stories and content that it's easy to forget how intimate and terrifying they can be in real life.

It takes a lot of courage and trust to be so vulnerable and exposed. To let someone in on something profoundly important to you, often an intensely guarded secret, to see all of you, without knowing if acceptance or rejection will follow.

Thanks for sharing something so special!

[dailymommymilky]

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“What is that smell… Did you make a poopoo in your diapers again? I thought it was the baby but I can tell by the way you’re blushing that it's you, isn't it? It literally smells like a changing room at Disney World. Mom is going to keep you in diapers for the rest of your life.”

“I guess you just don’t want to stop playing your video games so you just push it into your diapers like a toddler. So Gross! I would say I can’t believe it, but I’m honestly not even surprised by it anymore.”

[ladylocksluv]

Intimacy Through Male Chastity

One of my main goals when I took charge of the relationship was to find ways to increase the intimacy between my husband and I, and surprisingly, one of the largest contributors has been male chastity. When men think of intimacy, they naturally think of sex. For most guys, it's the same thing.

We've all been there, right ladies? When you're not in the mood for sex but you know he wants it. A cuddle, a few kisses and some loving touches would be nice, but you don't go there because it will encourage him to pester you for sex and at that moment you just want to be held.

So you keep him at arms length, and you both lose out on intimacy just so you can avoid having unwanted sex. You end up feeling a bit guilty for holding him off and he feels rejected. It just sucks for both of you.

Enter male chastity. Why lock up his cock? Well, while he's wearing it, it removes the pressure on you to have sex when you not in the mood for it yourself. By keeping him on a fairly rigid release schedule, he knows it isn't going to happen for him that day.

One of the amazing things about male chastity is it teaches him that while sex and intimacy can be intricately linked, they aren't necessarily the same thing. He learns that, most of the time, he doesn't need to put his penis into you to feel loved and wanted.

While he can't have penetrative sex, he will still crave other types of intimacy, and he learns that most of the time, cuddling, kissing, and touching can be enough for him to feel desired and validated, even though he remains horny.

For me persomally, once the pressure to have sex is removed, I find myself being intimate with him more often than ever before, as the reason to hold him off is eliminated. Funny thing is, random loving kisses and caresses will often put me in playful mood, while knowing things won't escalate any further than I want them to at the time.

Feeling his lust for me, tends to fuel my own desire, and I find myself teasing him to distraction while he is so helplessly locked up. Even though he is still locked in chastity and will remain so, he can't help but want to touch and caress me back, and I begin to welcome his advances.. In his lust fueled state, sexual attention in any form is better than none at all, and he concentrates on my pleasure, giving me a wonderful orgasm that I didn't think I even wanted initially.

Maybe that's why a lot of males who are locked in chastity in their relationships get addicted to it, never wanting to give it up. Even though they get less sexual relief, they get more of what they really need, intimacy, leaving them feeling more loved and content overall.

[weabdl]

Caught

*Below is a story and below that is a poll*

Alice had been super careful, she had only wore when her mother wasn't home and when she was going to be gone for multiple hours. Alices mother had been young when she had her, only eighteen, but had somehow still gotten through law school with a child.

Now alice was trying to complete the same accomplishment just without the kid. No she couldn't ever see herself having a baby, no she could only see herself as the baby. That's why when she was young she had such a fascination about wear and using diapers again. During her bachelors she had been given so much freedom, to the point that she was able to wear every single day.

When her mother had offered to let her live at home again while she was in law school Alice hadn't hesitated, why wouldn't want to save money on rent? But while that left her with more money for her diaper wearing hobbies it hadn't left her with as much freedom to wear.

Alices mother was at the height of her career, taking on cases that no one else would touch and yet always walking away the winner. The only good part of her mother being such an accomplished lawyer was that she would be gone for so long during the day, well that and the money she made. Always being told she had big shoes to fill by her professors made everything that much harder.

It all happened on a normal day, her mother had gotten a call about an emergency case and had headed out immideatly. Telling Alice that she would be home super later and that she had left money for food on the kitchen table. Oh how Alice had taken to it, she went out buying her favorite baby food and even a new bottle.

Everything had gone fine for dinner, she played about in the kitchen pretending someone was feeding her, making a mess of her face and using her bib to clean her face up. But that's when it hit her, a massive gurgle escaping her stomach. Typically she didn't like making a mess of herself as she didn't know when her mother would be home, but hell she had the time tonight.

With a push and loud grunts a massive mush began to spread about, escaping into every nook and crevasse of her already soaked diaper. With a giggle she sat down on it letting it smoosh everywhere. That hadn't been the problem it was when she had decided to play in the living room. Pacifier in mouth and bottle filled with formula at her side she played with her dolls in the living room, bluey on the TV keeping her company.

Bluey though was the last nail in the coffin, as just an hour later she couldn't hear the front door unlock and her mother swing it open holding a carry out bag from the local Chinese store.

"Dear I'm home, I brought Chinese food if you haven't eaten yet." She said walking in looking over once she heard the TV playing. There Alice was bottle in her mouth, diaper on complete display.

"Well, it looks like you have dinner covered huh, guess I should have hired a babysitter though."

"isn't that right babygirl?"

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You had to stay the night over in your aunt and cousin's house. Your aunt knew all about your little diaper issue. You got to her house, she met you at her door

"Okay mister, let's lose these bottoms, I wanna know when you need a change. Can't have you stinking up my house."

She unbuckled your jeans and slid them down to your ankles with efficiently, and gave the back of your diaper a strong squeeze through the thin onesie. You hadn't even got the opportunity to close the door yet, and there she was diaper checking you.

"Dry! I'm glad your mom changed you before you got here. She was telling me you got much worse lately. Lots of heavy messings"

You blushed at the comment.

"Well, head on in, your cousin Emily is inside watching TV."

Oh! no, Emily was here.

She was a 19-year-old dark haired little fire cracker, very sexy and confident for her age. You walked into the living room and there she was bored looking watching TV until she saw you waddle in.

She held back a giggle, "oh hey baby cousin, I see someone is still going through potty training at 23"

You tried to ignore her like you would your sister.

"Heard my mom is babysitting you tonight, my-my, must be pretty humiliating to still have a babysitter at your age"

She was twirling her hair around her finger.

"The early bedtimes, the stinky pamper changes, the bare bottom spankings, the bottle feedings I hear my mom talk to your mom about you all the time. You sound like a real misbehaving little brat"

You were about to call her a bitch when your aunt came into the room.

"right mister dinner into the high chair, then a bath, your night changie, your bedtime bottle then tucked in at 7pm" Your cousin Emily laughed.

"OMG a bedtime bottle hahaha" Your aunt pushed a pacifier into your mouth.

"Your mother also wanted me to discuss your little issue of making cummies during diaper changes"

You could only cringe behind the pacifier as your aunt led you into the kitchen, Emily was sniggering to herself from the comment just made.

The dinner you got served was baby food, the bath pretty humiliating as your aunt stripped you off and washed you down like a real mother does her child. Afterwards, you got changed into a thick nighttime diaper.

In an attempt to look like an adult, you tried not messing yourself after dinner, but now that your bedtime was approaching you knew you wouldn't be changed till the morning.

"Okay let's feed you this bottle and get you into bed"

Your aunt said coming into the room holding a large baby bottle. She settled down in a chair and tapped her lap. You knew the drill, you did this with your mom or babysitter most nights, but it didn't get any easier. You settled into her lap, her large mature breasts right beside your head.

She removed the pacifier from your mouth and immediately replaced it with the baby bottle full of warm milk. She gently tapped the seat of your diaper as you drank it down.

"Now going forward I want you to try being a big boy. This cumming in your diaper during changes is just disgusting. A boy your age with this little control? Your mother told me it started with Babysitters and then the other day your mother changed you, and you came during it, that is a little desperate now. Well, if this keeps up, I have a solution you won't like. I have no problem coming to your home and untapping that nappy and getting a little cream and helping relive you, and from the sounds of experience it shouldn't take long to get the job done. The humiliation of it might help you improve. Now it's 7:05pm, time for bed. Also, I won't be around in the morning, but your little cousin promised to change you, so please behave. If we have another sticky accident you will be going home to your mother with a sore red bottom"

With that she tucked you into bed. The next morning you awoke, your attempt to look like a big boy had failed, not only was your diaper wet but also rather messy. You didn't want a rash, so you might as well get a change, even if it was from Emily. You waddled down the hall and knocked on her door

"Come in, I have your changing supplies on my bed"

You entered, and she was just in her bra and panties, doing her hair. She looked stunning.

"Lay on the bed, and I'll change you when I'm ready"

You laid down waiting for her to change you. She slipped on a top and walked over

"Mom told me about the talk she had with you last night about cumming your diaper."

She gently pressed down on the front of your diaper.

"Please try to control yourself for this change, I'd hate to report back another cummy accident to your mom. Now let me just slip my jeans on and get you changed"

She turned her back to you, her perfect large, peach shaped ass on show. She began sliding them up, they got stuck a little, and she jumped up and down. Making her ass bounce, and jiggle. This was all too much for you as her jeans finally slid into place, you shot a hot load into your already soggy, heavy and messy diaper.

She turned around and tapped off one side of your diaper, pulling it away just enough to see the mess you made. She re tapped it back up.

"Well, looks like you couldn't even hold it for little cus. Well, I think I'll let you stew in this diaper for a while and wait to my mom comes home and tell her what you did. Sorry loser!" she giggled as she snapped a photo of you lying there.

[allighostythings]

I really love these fun lil stories, thanks for letting me join in the fun too :3