Your aunt, knowing you didn’t wear diapers at home in spite of your occasional bedwetting insisted you wore them for bed at her place
She fastened it onto you with a quiet firmness.
You blushed but were too shy to say no.
Over time, she diapered you earlier each evening, the ritual starting right after dinner.
Later she even began reassuring you it was okay to wet before bed since it was just more convenient.
Eventually she even started hinting that poopy diapers were normal for bedwetters, her tone soft but deliberate.
One night, after her hints, your curiosity got the best of you and you filled your diaper with poop.
When she smelled it her chest instinctually pushed out and she quickly peeked down the back of the diaper like you were a little boy.
As she changed you, wiping you clean with steady hands, she slipped a pacifier into your mouth to “calm you down,” her eyes gleaming strangely.
Soon, afterwards a baby bottle was introduced. Finally, she offered time at her breast, but strangely you noticed she only fed you that way if you’d filled your diaper with poop, her gaze intense with maternal fulfillment
Image credit Milky Shell
Model Maria














