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Back to the present, we pick up right where we left off! Read "My Annoying! Landlord" Chapter 9 part 2/2
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(all characters are 18+) Mommyâs little boy thought he could still be a man tonight. He begged for sex, whined for her to touch him like a grown-up. She only smiled, sat him on the nursery floor, and pulled the thick white diaper up over his hips herself.
âNo more big-boy privileges,â she cooed, rocking slowly while he knelt between her thighs, face pressed against the soft fabric of her nightgown. Her hand rested heavy on the back of his neck, keeping him right where babies belong.
âYou donât get to fuck Mommy anymore. You get to be changed, powdered, and kept soft and helpless. Look at you⊠already leaking into your diaper just from being denied. Good. Stay down there and remember who decides when and if you ever get to be a man again. Now lick me well.â
He whimpered against her, diapered and denied, while she rocked and hummed, claiming every last scrap of his dignity.
Baby wake up, you've got a dirty diaper and I need to change you. Shshsh, it OK honey, I'm not mad, I'm actually really happy. This means the new hypnosis files are working. I was worried you might've hit a plateau and weren't going to regress anymore but pooping your diaper in your sleep is a great sign.
Aw you don't want to go stay in a dirty diaper while you're sleeping? You don't mind staying in messy diapers when you're awake baby. I have to chase you down to get your icky bum cleaned, why is it different when it's sleepy time?
You haven't minded sleeping in a dirty diaper the last 30 minutes. I smelled your stinky diaper half an hour ago baby. I was debating if I should let you keep sleeping but you just pooped again. Now I'm worried you'll have a blow out so I woke you up to get you in a nice clean diaper.
Poor baby, you're having some big feelings about being a big baby again I see. Well let mommy get you all clean first. Then I think you've earned some boobie time and some cummies too, how does that sound? Aw, there's that sleepy smile I love.
After that, it's back to dream land for you baby and tomorrow we'll pick up some even bigger night time diapers for you.
Photo-credit: @toreabdl
The sun filters through the tent window, painting the seat in warm, golden streaks. I glance at him, my boy, sitting there in his colorful onesie, the soft crinkle of his fresh diaper barely audible. His fingers trace the fuzzy ear of his teddy, his lips moving in a silent conversation only the two of them understand. A pacifier bobs gently between his teeth, and his eyes are bright, alive in a way Iâve never seen them when he was buried in spreadsheets or lost in the weight of adult expectations.
For a second, my chest tightens. Did I take too much from him? The thought slithers in, unwelcome but persistent. His books, his job, his sharp mind... all of it traded for the simplicity of stuffed animals and the security of a thick, snug diaper. I stole his maturity, his independence, his potty training, even his ability to fall asleep without his plush bear tucked under his arm. Was it fair? Was it right?
I watch his thumb press into the teddyâs paw, his other hand patting his padded bottom absently, as if reassuring himself itâs still there. The guilt coils tighter. Maybe I should have let him choose. Maybe I should have given him a chance to find happiness on his own terms, as a "big boy."
But then he giggles. A real, unguarded sound, so pure it makes my throat ache. His whole body wiggles with delight as he points at something outside the window, his voice muffled around the pacifier. And just like that, the doubt dissolves.
I know, deep down, that he never would have found this joy on his own. Not like this. Not with the same unshakable, childlike wonder. The world was too heavy for him before, too full of expectations and exhaustion. And now? Now heâs light. Free. Happy in a way that feels almost sacred.
My fingers twitch toward him, itching to ruffle his hair, to pull him closer. This is where he belongs. This is where heâs meant to be. And if that makes me the villain in someone elseâs story? So be it. Because in this moment, with the sun on his face and his heart so full itâs practically glowing, I know I made the right choice.
(all characters are 18+) In a sunny Parisian suburb park, spring 1987, two elegant middle-class nannies execute their plan. Madame Leclerc and Madame Moreau have cornered student Julien. Stripped bare in public, he is powdered, thickly diapered in a crinkly adult disposable with teddy prints, and snapped into a baby-blue onesie. Strapped tightly in a reinforced navy pram, bare feet kicking, he panics.
They buckle the harness across his chest. âIn two weeks we destroy your control. Castor oil in every formula. Glycerin suppositories twice daily. Long Vaseline-coated finger massages deep in your anus. Youâll wet and mess 4-6 times a day like a real baby.â
The pram rolls past staring families. âFeel that thick padding?â Madame Moreau whispers. âSoon youâll beg for the bottle⊠even the breast. Youâll cry when you soil yourself.â
At the villa nursery ( pastel walls, barred crib, changing table) the ritual begins. Fresh change, then massage: slick fingers circling, pressing inside. âRelax⊠let go,â they coo as Julien sobs. âTwenty-five minutes daily. Your sphincter will forget how to hold.â
Permanent Routine
- 6 AM: Wake in messy crib, full change + suppository.
- Bottles & pureed food only.
- Two forced naps, nightly locking crib.
- Multiple daily massages until he pushes helplessly into his diaper, crying with need and shame.
By day 7 Julien babbles âBaba⊠changeâŠâ while wetting uncontrollably. Day 10: he latches desperately on Madame Duvalâs breast, heavy diaper sagging, forever her helpless, regressed baby.
No escape. Only endless crinkling nappies, warm messes, and nanny praise: âGood baby! Such a big mess for us.â
Sitterâs note: One of lilâ Dickyâs favorite naughty activities is escaping his crib and sniffing his used pampers from the day before. Every time we catch him on the monitor and say something, he runs , droopy diapers and all, back into the crib and cries. Puts on a big show of being sorry. One time he even started making humpies with a rather large pile of stinky diapers, which I of course had to put an end to with a rather harsh spanking. Iâve compiled a compilation of these clips and will attach them to my full report. Like I told you before, I believe this only strengthens my recommendation for his permanent second babyhood.
Mommy of my dreams đ« đđ± - She stood there in the golden light, ponytail swaying, those devilish little horns glinting as she smirked down at you with icy blue eyes full of wicked promise. "Look at you already blushing, sweetheart," Mommy purred, her voice sweet but dripping with absolute authority. She lifted the two massive boxes of Extra Large Overnight diapers slightly, shaking them so you could hear the crinkle. "Did you really think you could hide your little secret from me? No more big boy pants. No more pretending." She shifted the oversized baby bag higher on her shoulder, the cute teddy bear pattern and bottle prints impossible to miss. Her free hand rested on her hip, pushing her chest forward in that tight grey top. "From now on, it's total power exchange, baby. Mommy owns every single part of you. I'm forcing you into diapers 24/7. Full regression. No hiding, no mercy. You'll be babbling, wetting, and messing like the helpless little infant you really are and everyone is going to see. I'll parade you around exposed, onesie half-unzipped, diaper sagging and obvious for the whole world." She took a slow step closer, red lips curling into a dominant smile. "Now be a good little baby and come to Mommy. It's time for your first change... right here, right now."
Celia had no idea the trouble she was getting with Harley and Pheonix. It was almost story time as she walks into find both babies have taken off their diapers. She gets them both back changed before story time.
A wonderful future to have; having such a wonderful woman being reduced into a little rugrat, babbling and gurgling with joy as they make cute little kicks and wingles... their thick pampers nice and snug as they suckle on their binky as if their life depended on it. Just a beautiful little angel to take care off as their worries, fears, and icky thoughts and feelings and pressed out of their system into their pampers, leaving only a happy, silly little baby behind.Â
What's with that frowny face, hmm? Look, I got you a yummy ice cream! Aren't you going to thank me for being such a good babysitter?
No? Awww, are you still grumpy because I checked your diaper in front of all those people at the pool? I'm pretty sure they already knew what you were wearing, sweetie. Your Mommy put you in those extra-thick swim diapers for a reason, and it wasn't to preserve your dignity. She told me explicitly to make sure as many people as possible find out you're being diaper punished.
Or is this about the spanking I gave you? Because I did warn you what would happen if you tried to stop me changing your dirty diaper in the ladies' room... Oh well, if you don't want your ice cream, that's fine. I have another, less optional treat for you to enjoy by the pool. Two big boobies full of breast-milk!
âBaaaaby. Donât be ridiculous. I didnât think traffic would be so bad, Iâm sorry, okay!! But like, John already literally sat in the car with you while you messed. I donât see how sitting in that mess on a hot day will make this any more dignified for you, my sweet girl. Heâs not even here! Come on baby. Youâre just sissy-headed right now and youâre really not thinking straight. Letâs goooo. Itâs rude to make Mr. John wait down there for us.â
Sissy Kayla was suffering from a classic case of sissy overstimulation! And who could blame her, the poor thing had quite the morning. For starters, the âsurpriseâ her Mommy had teased the night before had begun with a very early wakeup time and heavy sunscreen application on her increasingly soft and pale body. It was a sure sign that any sort of fun, sexy surprise for the sissy was very much off the table.
Then, in comes Mr. John, Mommyâs new and, in her words, âtotally favorite!â boyfriend, dressed for the beach!
âCome on Kayla, your Mommy told me all about how it was your favorite thing to do but youâre all self conscious about it now!â Mr. John had squatted down to Kaylaâs height to give the sissy a little pep talk. Behind him, Mommy was giggly and clearly very into him.
âAWWWW! Isnât he sweet baby??â Mommy gave him a big kiss and they started loading the car while Kayla swam in her own humiliation. The beach?? Yes, it had been her favorite, when it meant seeing Mommy in a bikini, reading under an umbrella, having a beer... but diapered, and with this new soft body of hers?? Sheâd had absolutely zero interest. And as a first outing with Mr. John, it was all just too much!
Unfortunately, Kayla didnât make the decisions anymore, so off they went. Her worst fear came true as traffic got worse and worse and after nearly an hour in the car, poor Kayla made her morning mess. Mr. John was so sweet about it, which made it even worse! Heâd graciously offered to set up the chairs and umbrellas, walking off with a big umbrella for him and Mommy and a ridiculous pink parasol for Kayla.
âWhat is it, baby??â Mommy giggled as baby Kayla sat, blushing. âJust all too much, huh??â Kayla nodded demurely. Mommy giggled.
âSo itâs all just too much to handle, huh?? I mean, thatâs understandable!! You did just make a pretty big mess in your diaper in front of your w-i-f-e and her boyfriend.â Mommyâs spelling out of âwifeâ had the intended effect of completely humiliating poor sissy Kayla.
âSo, I guess you want to stop, huh? I mean, youâve basically become the most sissy baby version of yourself. Wanna take a little break? Go back to being a...â Mommy put on an exaggeratedly cloying voice. âAÂ big stwong man??â
Kayla meekly shook her head no, and they both giggled. âI didnât think so. Letâs get those legs up and get you changed then, because thereâs no way you want a beach day to start off with a messy diaper. Up up up!â Mommy giggled as Kayla felt a flash of regret that she didnât take the out... followed by a surge of pure bliss as a fresh diaper was taped around her princess parts. The poor thing couldnât help herself, and everyone knew it!
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