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Alexis & The Babysitter

Chapter One:

My name is Alexis. Up until 3 weeks ago, I’ve always been the hottest girl at my high school. Arguably, I still am, but just not dressed or treated as the regular 18 year old and almost senior that I am. I’m 5’2 with a petite body, brunette hair, with perfectly perky breast and piercing brown eyes and have, what I considered to be, the perfect ass.

I know what you want to ask… why are you dressed like a toddler, wearing a diaper, with stuffed animals laying around me? It’s a good question, and one that I honestly have asked myself these past three humiliating weeks.

So here is how I got here…

You see, I have a baby brother named David who I don’t much prefer to babysit, despite my parents insisting and even offering me money. Since my parents both work a lot, obviously they had to have someone.

Rather than doing the traditional thing and hiring a female to babysit, they hired our next door neighbor named Steve who is two years younger than me, a Sophomore. Since it was summer time and my parents planned to be gone a lot, he would be around quite a bit.

I’ve always known that Steve had a crush on me, frequently texting me, trying to start a conversation, or asking if we could hang out. I always suspected that was the reason he took the job to babysit my younger brother so he could be around me more. But maybe that’s just me being over confident, which I am in no position to be now.

Anyways, I was glad that it wasn’t me doing the babysitting, but what I didn’t like was that I never knew when he was around which was particularly troubling given my little secret.

So, I’ve always intermittently been a bedwetter, and within the last 4 months it had pretty much become 2 or 3 nights a week, with some weeks even being 4 or 5. Unbelievably embarrassing I might add.

It didn’t help that I also had a terribly small bladder, which forced me to always stay close to a restroom, especially when out drinking.

Unfortunately I can’t say that I haven’t had a drunk night that ended up with me looking like a hot mess in wet jeans. Again, extremely embarrassing but luckily I had always been able to escape a crowd and avoid the tremendous embarrassment.

My mom was obviously tired of washing my sheets all the time so the inevitable happened and poof, say hello to Alexis, the 18 year old that still wears pull-up diapers to bed. 😭

So, with Steve always being around and me being diapered at night, I had to make sure I was careful not to let my guard down. Luckily my parents are pretty well off and we live in a rather large house so it’s fairly reasonable for multiple people to be at the house and not see each other.

However, as you can imagine, that’s hard to do on a regular basis. One particular day, I woke up with yet again, an unsurprisingly wet diaper.

I got up and threw some jeans on but made the mistake of not changing out of my wet diaper.

While making some cereal, I hear someone walk in, which I assumed (🤦🏻‍♂️) was my mom or dad.

“Hey Alexis!” I almost jumped out of my skin.

“Oh hey Steve, didn’t know you were here. Where are my parents?” I quickly replied, trying to not bring attention to the obvious all the while my face turned all kinds of red.

“They are both at a business conferences or something and left yesterday. I don’t think they’ll be back for a couple of days”

“Oh okay, well see you later!”

“… okay, bye.” Steve said sheepishly looking on as Alexis scurried away.

There was almost no chance he didn’t notice I was wearing a diaper given my diaper was sticking out of the hem of my jeans and the fact that my diaper (I die a little inside admitting that it’s MY diaper 😩) was wet and sagging heavily.

I hurried back to my room, my heart racing and checks burning at the reality of him potentially learning my embarrassing secret.

Crap crap crap, I thought to myself as I quietly panicked as I got back to my room. I quickly removed my… ugh, my, diaper and threw it in the trash and put on my panties and yoga pants.

After finishing my breakfast in my room, I got ready and went to go work out and then hang out with my girlfriends.

Throughout my workout, I couldn’t stop replaying the scene from that morning. Steve, a boy younger than me and who has always had a crush on me, seeing me as if I were an immature 4 year old still dependent on diapers to keep from wetting herself instead of the hot, sexy teenager that I am, or was depending on how you look at it.

Later that night, I took advantage of the fact that my parents were out of town and went to a party with my best friend, Lauren, which was exciting because a boy that I’ve always liked and have recently been hanging out with named Taylor was going to be there.

I’ll be there first to admit that I am somewhat of a light weight when it comes to drinking, so it was easy for me to end up being the drunk girl at a party, which was more or less what ended up happening that night.

Of course, when I drink I have to be leery of the fact that my bladder control issues force me to be intentional about visiting the bathroom often to avoid an embarrassing scene.

However, the more I drink, the more difficult that intentional effort becomes. Luckily, I was able to avoid any accidents before being driven back home by Lauren.

Not surprisingly, when I arrived home, Steve was still there babysitting my little brother who he had put down earlier, but to my surprise, Steve was still awake.

Being more than a little tipsy dulled the embarrassment of seeing him again after our little run-in that morning.

“Hey Alexis, how was the party?”

“Umm good, how’d you know where I was?”

“Well I knew that what’s his name was throwing a party and I can only assume that’s where you were given that it’s 1:00am”

Damn, he’s not as dumb as he looks.

“Oh, it was good. How was your day?”

“Good, just looking after the little one.”

“Cool, well, see you later.”

“Want to watch some TV or something?” Steve offered in yet another attempt to hang out with her.

“Thanks but I need to go to sleep.”

“Okay” Steve defeatedly responded.

I went up to my room and reluctantly applied baby powder (and only because I have to to avoid diaper rashes 🙃) and put on my pull-up, t-shirt, and shorts.

After watching TV for 30 minutes, a large cramp hit my stomach. I got up to use my bathroom but realized I didn’t have any toilet paper.

‘Shit!’ I quietly said aloud. I’m going to have to go down stairs, I nervously thought to myself.

I quietly began to walk down stairs. Luckily the TV was off which meant Steve was most likely already asleep. It was deafeningly quiet which made it increasingly difficult for me to remain quiet, which meant slowly walking down the stairs. But my time was quickly running out as I felt a second cramp hit.

‘Damnit I shouldn’t have ate that Mexican food today’ I blurted out before covering my mouth remembering to be quiet.

I finally reached the bottom of the stairs before hearing keys in the front door turning, which startled me, but before I could hide, my parents walked through the door.

“Mommy and daddy! Y’all are home early!” I exclaimed when they walked through the door, temporarily allowing me to forget my potentially compromising situation.

“Hey Alexis! Yeah, we decided to come back early.”

My mom paused for a second while analyzing the situation.

“Why are you up so late…? And why isn’t your car in the driveway?”

“Uhh I was just going to the bathroom. I’m out of toilet…”

A third cramp hit my stomach, and this time, much more intense.

“Alexis, have you been drinking tonight? I smell alcohol on your breath.”

“No, I don’t know what you’re…”

I tried to escape this potentially extremely embarrassing situation and make it to the bathroom before my mom grabbed me.

“Alexis, where do you think you are going young lady?”

As she grabbed me, it happened. I felt like such a baby… there I was, the most sought after girl in school and yet, I stood there as my battle to remain an adult was lost and I began to mess and wet my diaper despite being an 18 year old adult. I cringed as I felt the poop quickly fill the seat of my diaper, which continued to expand, humiliatingly affirming my infantile appearance.

My mom couldn’t believe what she was witnessing, even being surprised at the words that came out of her mouth next.

“Ugh, you stink…” my mom commented as my lost battle became not only visibly apparent, but regrettably smellable as well.

At this point, I didn’t think things could get any worse, but I was very wrong.

As I began to stand back up, still fighting to hold the remaining contents of my bowels from escaping into my already dirty diaper, I looked up to find a terrifying truth.

“Hey guys…” Steve annoucned.

Steve saw everything. Not just the casual comments that insinuate that diapers aren’t a new occurrence for me, but neither is using them.

Then my dad speaks up.

“Well I knew we had one toddler that we needed a babysitter for but I didn’t know we needed one for two.”, he laughed. “Steve, you’ve been underpaid!” He joked.

The embarrassment was almost unbearable until my mom preceded to pull down my shorts to reveal my now dramatically sagging and smelly dirty diaper💩

“Yep, she messed her diaper.” My mom declared in a surprised tone as she observed my dirty diaper infront of the onlookers witnessing my regression from adulthood. As if it couldn’t get any worse, I involuntarily let out a fart before releasing the remaining contents of my bowels, pushing my diaper to its limits of expansion, and further sagging heavier.

I blushed as I acknowledged all the times I remembered my 2 year old baby brother’s dirty diapers sagging, and yet at 18 years old, I was no different.

“Steve, will you go to the nursery and get a changing mat, wipes, baby powder, and a diaper please.” My mom asked.

Steve was in utter shock, but kind of found the situation comical.

The girl that he has had a crush on for the longest time had just done the unthinkable. Yes, he had thought that he saw a diaper sticking out of the hem of her jeans that morning but he wasn’t sure. Now, he watched as she had gone from the girl of his dreams to the likeness of her infantile little brother that he had been babysitting.

“Sure…” Steve reluctantly said as the familiar smell of a dirty diaper became stronger. He reacted by cringing and crinkling his nose which only added to Alexis’ embarrassment.

My mom surprised me by lifting me up under my arm pits as she would my little brother.

I wanted to cry. In fact, I was fighting back tears attempting to avoid adding to the appearance that I was no better than my baby brother who I was 16 years older than!

She laid me down on the floor before Steve returned with the supplies. Of course I protested the entire thing which unfortunately fell on deaf ears.

But who was I kidding? OF COURSE I looked like I needed diapers. Wetting the bed had become the norm rather than the exception and now I had further regressed myself and messed my diaper, in front of people, no less.

“Thanks Steve. Whew, she sure does smell doesn’t she? I thought her baby brother’s dirty diapers were bad.” My mom announced as she slid the changing mat underneath my bottom.

I could’ve melted from the embarrassment. There I laid on my back in front of Steve, a boy that I have found every way to ignore for years despite the fact that he likes me, or maybe liked me now, as well as my mom and dad, in just a t-shirt and dirty diaper awaiting my first diaper change since I was a biological toddler.

My mom began tearing the sides of my diaper while everyone looked on. The mixed smell of baby powder and dirty diaper filled the room causing everyone to cringe.

Steve was unsure of what to do while he stood by, but couldn’t bring himself to leave the room as he almost found Alexis’ predicament rewarding given how many times he had been shot down by her. Now the tables had turned, instead of him being the one chasing after her, there she lay on her back awaiting a diaper change, ‘a diaper change!?’ he announced almost as a question but with a hint of amusement in his mind.

He couldn’t help but replay all of the times that she had rejected him for one reason or another which brought him some contentment given that she was being regressed before his eyes. He now had an unquestionable advantage over her, but his train of thought was again interrupted by the staunch smell of her dirty diaper.

My dad chimed in, “Steve, looks like you have another little one to look after.”

Steve couldn’t help but chuckle which only added to Alexis’ embarrassment which she couldn’t imagine getting any worse, or could it?

Chapter 2

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Alexis & The Babysitter

Chapter 1

Chapter 2:

Steve walked to his car still pondering the events that had transpired that evening. His decision to babysit Alexis’ toddler little brother, David, had led him to an unexpected position. 

While he originally chose to accept the job as an opportunity to interact with his longtime 18 year old, 5′2″, petite, brunette, popular, and undeniably gorgeous crush, little did he know, he had been babysitting one toddler with another in close hiding. 

Despite the fact that he was only 16 years old and comparatively, by all accounts, on the lower end of the social food chain, he had just witnessed Alexis be reduced to nothing more than that of her two year old little brother. 

As he began to drive home, he reminisced when he first saw her walking down the hall with all of her hot friends. She was untouchable, independent, and witty. In contrast, the last two days she had been diapered, dependent, and nothing more than a petulant stinky toddler.

He remembered looking up her Instagram when he first saw her, scrolling through her pictures and affirming that she was as gorgeous as he thought.

He arrived home and quietly went to his room and got in bed. He pulled up her Instagram once again and scrolled through her pictures with the knowledge that her former social persona now greatly differed comparative to the last 48 hours.

Before going to sleep, he couldn’t help but replay the surprising events of the day. 

He had woken up early that morning to attend to David. He knew that Alexis would sleep in and when he thought he heard her coming down the stairs, he walked into the kitchen to attempt a conversation. 

As he walked in, he found Alexis making herself breakfast. His eyes began to wonder, noticing something white peaking out of the hem of her jeans.

“Hey Alexis!” Alexis jumped, startling Steve which quickly made him reconsider attempting a conversation. 

“Oh hey Steve, didn’t know you were here. Where are my parents?”

Steve noticed she was embarrassed, especially given the shade of red her face turned, but wasn’t exactly sure why. Nonetheless, it was refreshing to see her in such a vulnerable position considering she was usually so unapproachable. 

“They are both at a business conference or something and left yesterday. I don’t think they’ll be back for a couple of days.”

As he was speaking, he could see Alexis was planning her exit strategy. 

“Oh okay, well see you later.” Alexis conspicuously responded while walking away, attempting to conceal the hem of her jeans, making Steve allthemore curious.

“… okay, bye.” Steve reluctantly responded.

As the day wore on, he continued to wonder what it was that he had seen. His first thought was that she was simply embarrassed due to the possibility of her panty line being exposed. However, the puffy white material that was sticking out of the hem of her jeans was anything but.

Steve began to wonder, “Was that a… no, there’s no way.” Steve said to himself. “Her butt did look bigger than it usually did, though. Almost like she was wearing… a diaper?” Steve quickly shook the thought, acknowledging the improbability that an 18 year old such as her would be wearing a diaper.

Then, he remembered a time that someone mentioned that Alexis had been at a party and abruptly left. One rumor was that she had peed herself, but no one seemed to believe it considering the aura that surrounded Alexis. 

Steve knew there was a party that night, and a quick look at Instagram confirmed she was there. Given his encounter with her that morning and her rumored accident, he decided to stay up until she got home. 

Steve had fallen asleep on the couch before he heard a car pull up in the driveway. He heard distant voices which he figured to be Alexis and her friend, Laruen. 

Given the obnoxious nature of the conversation they were having, Steve figured it was likely that Alexis was tipsy, which he believed could afford him the opportunity of a conversation.

As she walked in, Steve tried to play it cool. 

“Hey Alexis, how was the party?”

“Umm good, how’d you know where I was?” Steve was caught off guard, not considering the stalker-status appearance of his question. 

“Well I knew that what’s his name was throwing a party and I can only assume that’s where you were given that it’s 1:00am”

“Whew, close one”, Steve thought to himself as Alexis’ expression changed from curiously unpleased to just shy of impressed. 

“Oh, it was good. How was your day?” Steve was pleasantly surprised that she offered the question. 

“Good, just looking after the little one.” Steve responded, kicking himself for not being able to come up with something better, as he noticed Alexis beginning to move towards the stairs. 

“Cool, well, see you later.” Steve quickly began to think of something to say to keep the conversation going. 

“Want to watch some TV or something?” He offered in a last ditch effort to keep the conversation going. 

“Thanks but I need to go to sleep.” Alexis responded as she began to make her way up stairs. “Worth a shot…”, Steve defeatedly thought to himself.

After turning off the lights and TV, Steve scrolled through his social media feeds before falling asleep on the couch. 

Not long after, he was awoken by the sound of someone slowly descending the staircase. Soon after, he heard a car door shut outside. He slowly opened his eyes only to find what appeared to be the silhouette of Alexis, tiptoeing down the stairs. 

He stayed quiet, not wanting to give away the fact that he was awake. Then, all at once, Alexis’ parents walked through the door, turning on the light, illuminating the beautiful brunette in her skimpy nighttime attire.

Alexis excidedly greeted her parents, who then began to question the whereabouts of her car as well as her likely outings of the night. All the while, Steve lay quietly, squinting enough to see what was occurring while continuing the facade that he was asleep.

Seeing Alexis in her nighttime attire, which was nothing more than skimpy athletic shorts and a short t-shirt, reminded him just how downright hot she truly was.

However, as Alexis and her parents continued to talk, he was finally able to see clearly and noticed the appearance of the same underwear that Alexis had been wearing the previous morning.

His attention was so encapsulated by his curiosity that he had missed the contents of the conversation that was taking place, but his attention was quickly regained when Alexis’ mother authoritatively grabbed her daughter’s arm. “Where do you think you’re going, young lady?” Before Alexis could respond, she grunted in apparent pain, clutching her stomach and bending over.

Steve contemplated announcing himself when a familiar smell became apparent. With the only toddler being asleep on the other side of the house, the distinct smell of poop and baby powder only left one likely culprit.

Alexis’ mom quickly remarked, “Ugh, you stink…” Steve laid there stunned as the smell became increasingly prevalent, and given the expression on Alexis’ face, it was now obvious that she was the culprit.

With his mind racing, he tried to piece together the fact that he had just witnessed Alexis poop her pants. But what he couldn’t understand was the additional smell of baby powder.

“The poofy white underwear, the rumeroed accidents…” Steve was putting the pieces together.

He quickly realized that enough time and conversation had passed that he needed to announce himself. 

“Hey guys…” Steve groggily said, acting as though he had just woke up.

Alexis’ face was a shade of red he didn’t know was possible.

As if the situation couldn’t escalate any further, Alexis’ mother proceeded to pull down her skimpy athletic shorts to reveal what Steve had suspected. Alexis, an 18 year old hottie, was securely diapered, which at the moment appeared decidedly befitting, given the smell that continued to permeate through the living room.

Alexis stood there in only a t-shirt and dirty diaper, unsure of whether she should attempt to hide her embarrassment or attempt to hide a diaper that was now unfortunately apparent through multiple sensory abilities. 

The time to hide was no longer, and the fact that her diapered status was now exposed to a younger boy that she knew had long had a crush on her despite her disinterest was exceptionally humiliating.  

“Yep, she messed her diaper.” Her mother declared.

Steve couldn’t begin to fathom the sight before his eyes; a dirty diaper wasn’t something that he was unaccustomed to given his babysitting responsibilities; no, it was the fact that Alexis, an 18 year old bombshell was not only wearing a DIAPER, but wearing the humiliation of an unpleasant smell that most wouldn’t even expect from a 5 year old. 

He continued to watch in amazement as Alexis again clutched her stomach, now with nothing to hide her shame. The audible sound of a muffled fart escaped in her already dirty diaper, which in any other case, would warrant new underwear. The expression on Alexis’s face displayed the unquestionable effort she was exerting to keep any dignity she may have left.

With yet again another muffled fart, everyone in the room knew what would happen next. She started to make a run for the bathroom before a final involuntary push began to fill the seat of the 18 year old girl’s diaper. It slowly began to sag even further as she proceeded to mess her diaper for an embarrassing second time within minutes. 

“Steve, will you go to the nursery and get a changing mat, wipes, baby powder, and a diaper please?”, asked Alexis’ mother. 

Steve was astonished at the request, despite the obvious need for one, it meant a diaper change was imminent. But not just any ordinary diaper change, but one for the girl that has long eluded the possibility of even a simple conversation, much less a date. 

He acknowledged the request and began to retrieve the necessary items while he watched her mom prepare for, what he could only imagine, would be her first diaper change in 16 years. 

When he returned, he found the girl he had longed to go on a simple date awaiting an event no different than that of her two year old brother. Alexis made a few failed attempts to dissuade what ensued, which only continued to add to Steve’s amusement of the situation.

Her mother, who was visibly frustrated by the actions of her former adult daughter of 18 years of age, now effectively regressed to toddler status. She proceeded by involuntarily adding to the embarrassment. 

“Thanks, Steve. Whew, she sure does smell doesn’t she? I thought her baby brother’s dirty diapers were bad.”

Steve reluctantly continued to watch the situation unfold. To his surprise, her parents didn’t ask him to leave despite the fact that an 18 year old of the opposite sex was being undressed before his eyes, for a very needed diaper change, no less.

As Alexis’ mother tore the sides of her diaper, Steve realized that the diaper he grabbed was a Pampers diaper which were for her little brother. 

Steve contemplated reminding her, but stopped as his curiosity peaked. “David is pretty big…”, he thought, remembering Alexis’ mother mentioning that they had to get the biggest size of Pampers available, which he recalled being a rare size 8. 

As her dirty diaper was removed, the smell intensified, provoking an array of embarrassing comments from her parents. Her mother rolled up the diaper just as she would for her two year old son.

“Can you toss this in the diaper ben, please?” She asked Steve. 

Alexis lay on her back in the middle of her diaper change, absorbing each increasingly embarrassing moment after the other, but the thought of Steve being tasked to throw away her messy diaper brought her to her breaking point, causing tears to form in her eyes.

Steve carefully accepted the diaper, attempting to avoid getting Alexis’ “accident” on him. As he opened the diaper ben, he took notice of the fact that it wasn’t that full, remembering that David had been making progress towards being potty-trained, which caused him to chuckle at the contrast between David and Alexis, now both moving in two dramatically different directions despite their large age difference.

When Steve returned, Alexis’ mother was taping up the Pampers diaper with surprising ease, “Ha, who knew our 2 year old’s diapers would fit so perfectly on our 18 year old.” she remarked with a slight tone of both amusement and frustration.

Steve almost laughed at the reality that Alexis was so petite that she easily fit into diapers only appropriate for toddlers. He settled for a slight grin, unsurprisingly unwelcomed by Alexis. Steve could only imagine that she wanted to scream at him, but such an immature action would only confirm her regressive status, especially given her current freshly diapered state and former dirty diaper state. 

Alexis’ mother picked her up by her armpits with surprising ease and put her on her shoulder. “Thanks, Steve. Sorry for the trouble. Since it’s so late, why don’t you go ahead and stay here tonight - we will both be going to a local conference tomorrow so if you can, we’d like you to babysit again.”

Before Steve could respond, Alexis’ father interjected, “And obviously we need a babysitter for more than one toddler.” he laughed, as Alexis buried her face in her mother’s shoulder, attempting to hide her shame whilest being carried upstairs to her room.

“… okay, sounds good.” Steve responded hesitantly, surprised by the posture that both Alexis’ parents were taking with the events that had transpirered. 

“Goodnight”, Alexis’ mother said as she disappeared upstairs with her newly regressed 18 year old daughter.

Alexis’ father grabbed his wallet and pulled out some cash which he handed to Steve. 

“Thanks.” Steve responded, as he took the cash, he frowned as he realized it was more than what they usually paid him. Steve started to hand some of the money back before Alexis’ father politely gestured the ‘stop’ signal with his hand, “It’s for tonight and tomorrow, plus looking after Alexis.”

Steve fought to hide the surprised look on his face. 

“Hey, you deserve it kiddo. We’ve been dealing with Alexis wetting the bed for a long time now. So tonight confirmed that she can’t be a real adult.” 

“Ah, I see. Well, thank you.” Steve responded, thinking to himself how pissed Alexis would be if she knew the information her father had so freely provided.

Steve retreated to the guest room where he lay in bed replaying the long day in his head before falling asleep. 

The next morning, Steve got up and attended to David before falling asleep on the couch. He awoke to the sound of Alexis’ father making breakfast all the while Alexis and her mother quickly walked out of the door.  

Steve quickly got up and went into the kitchen, “Where are they headed?” Steve asked as he yawned. 

“Headed to the store for supplies. I’ll have some breakfast for you shortly if you’d like some.”

“That would be great, thank you.” Steve replied, curious noless as to what “supplies” they were going to the store for. 

Awhile later, he heard Alexis and her mother quietly walk in. They went into the living room where he heard the familiar crinkle of a diaper. Not wanting to unnecessarily intrude, he remained in the kitchen until Alexis’ mother called for him. 

As he walked in the living room, Alexis’ mother greeted him with a smile. As she began to speak, she gestured to Alexis. Steve turned and found Alexis laying facedown on the couch, clad in nothing but a toddler-style onesie with crotch snaps that did little to hide the Pampers diaper that was sticking out from the sides. 

“I just changed her wet diaper. She couldn’t even stay dry for a short trip to the store.” her mother said condescendingly.

“We are headed out. If she gives you any trouble at all…” her mother, quickly turned to Alexis to confirm her seriousness, “... you tell me immediately and it will be handled.” She again looked at Alexis firmly before speaking to her, “If you misbehave or disobey Steve in anyway, you can count on this punishment being much worse.”

Alexis obiendiently nodded, which came as a surprise to Steve, but before he could gather his thoughts, Alexis’ mother interjected by laying out the “ground rules” for Alexis to Steve.

“So the bathroom is off limits for Alexis.” She paused, “Not that that matters anyway since she can’t keep her diapers dry… or clean for that matter.” Alexis’ face again burned red. She began to comprehend that Steve would not only be babysitting her, but the likelyhood existed that he would eventually have to change her diaper.

“Yes ma’am, got it.” Steve responded while still attempting to grasp this crazy reality.

“Great!” Her mother said before putting a pacifier in her daughter’s mouth and handing her a couple of toys.

He again looked at Alexis, shocked at the reality before his eyes. He was now responsible for babysitting the girl of his dreams.

Chapter 3

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Alexis & The Babysitter

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3:

Alexis couldn’t even fathom the weight of the embarrassment that she was currently being subjected to.

Laying on her back, receiving a diaper change whilst her little brother’s babysitter, Steve, stood nearby observing her demotion to diaper dependency.

The smell of her dirty diaper serving as a constant reminder, she zoned out for a moment, longing to retrieve the former adulthood she had so quickly lost. Memories flashed through her head of all the times she was independent, hanging out with all of her friends, catching the eyes of all the boys in every room.

She now shuttered at the thought of any boy seeing her in the pathetic state she was currently in. She was quickly snapped out of her train of thought when she felt the cold baby wipes that her mother was using to clean her messy bottom.

“Can you toss this in the diaper ben, please?” My mother asked of Steve, turning my face a shade of red that hadn’t yet been achieved.

Alexis watched as she lay on her back as Steve carefully accepted Alexis’ dirty diaper, his precise acceptance serving as an undeniable reminder of the infantile act she had deposited into it.

“How has it come to…this?” Alexis thought to herself with anguish as her mother began applying a liberal amount of baby powder that did little to mask the prevailing smell of the dirty diaper that her mother had just removed.

“Steve, looks like you have another little one to look after.” My dad jokingly chimed in. His words cut through my pride like a sharp knife.

It was difficult enough to wrap my head around the events that had transpired to lead me to this point, much less the potential of a younger boy who’s served as my baby brother’s babysitter being awarded the responsibility of babysitting me.

As if it couldn’t get any worse (which I couldn’t have began to imagine), I look up to find my mother unfolding one of my little brother’s Pampers diapers.

“There’s no way that will fit me!” Alexis defiantly thought to herself as her mother lifted her bottom and slid the baby diaper underneath her, serving as another definitive reminder of her undeniable regression.

Alexis’ previous declaration was quickly proven wrong as her mother easily taped up the Pamper, surprisingly and embarrasingly easily. “It’s not even tight!? What the hell?!” She thought, as her mother began to remark.

“Ha, who knew our 2 year old’s diapers would fit so perfectly on our 18 year old.”

Alexis acknowledged her mother’s tone, filled with an embarrassing hint of amusement and certain frustration at the fact that her daughter had just become the 2nd toddler of the household.

The comment frustrated me to my whits end, but the involuntary grin that formed on Steve’s face made my blood boil. “Who does he think he is?!” Alexis thought as she quickly returned to the reality that she lay in front of Steve, minutes after a diaper change that’s aroma still lingered in the room.

My mother picked me up by my armpits, placing me on her chest with my head on her shoulder like I had so often seen her carry my toddler little brother.

“Thanks, Steve. Sorry for the trouble. Since it’s so late, why don’t you go ahead and stay here tonight - we will both be going to a local conference tomorrow so if you can, we’d like you to babysit again.” I barried my face into my mother’s shoulder, hoping that this would all go away if I didn’t see it.

Her comments immediately gave me anxiety as the implication of Steve sticking around suggested this wasn’t the last embarrassing moment I would be subjected to.

Before Steve could respond, Alexis’ father interjected, “And obviously we need a babysitter for more than one toddler.”

“… okay, sounds good.” Steve responded with surprise and hesitation.

My mother began carrying me upstairs as my head remained barried in her shoulder.

“Goodnight” my mother enthusiastically stated as we continued up the stairs.

As we arrived in my room, my thoughts began to race, wondering what conversations ensued after our departure.

My mom laid me in my bed, tucking me in for the first time since I was an actual child.

“I was unaware my 18 year old daughter was so much more like her little brother!” She said condescendingly as if talking to an infant rather than an adult.

“Mom! It was just an accident!” Alexis frantically pleaded her case, “It was my stomach! It was just upset from dinner…”

“Now now sweetheart, you’ve had quiet a few accidents at night recently too. I’ve noticed more than a few wet diapers in the trash lately…”

Alexis quickly corrected her mother, “They’re not diapers!” Before Alexis could continue her defensive and embarrassing classification of her nighttime underwear, her mother softly chuckled.

“Whatever you’d like to call them sweetie.” Alexis began to realize how childish she must have sounded.

“Babies have accidents all the time sweetheart.” Alexis face remained crimson red with embarrassment, noting that her mother was implying that she was nothing more than a toddler.

“But the bigger concern is the alcohol that was on your breath tonight, young lady.” Alexis was speechless as she knew her mother’s distain for underage drinking.

“So these…” her mother pointed at Alexis’ Pamper, “Will certainly serve two important ‘P’s’, Protection & Punishment”

Alexis’ mother quickly noticed the petulant frown that appeared on her newly regressed 18 year old daughter’s face.

“We will discuss this more in the morning.” She stated, as Alexis didn’t know what to say.

Her mother left the room and Alexis was left to contenplate the worrisome day that awaiting her in the morning. The utter embarrassment had, however, zapped her of any energy she had left to stay awake, quickly falling asleep.

The next morning, I woke up to my mother coming in my room and pulling the bed covers off of me, letting out a tired groan of frustration. As I moved to regain the comfort of my bed covers, the crinkle of my diaper reminded me of the night that had transpired.

“Morning sweetheart. Let’s check that diaper of yours.” She remarked as she felt the front of my diaper. “Not too bad, actually.” She stated with an embarrassing tone of surprise.

“Get dressed, we need to go to the store.” She said as she handed me some yoga pants and a shirt.

“... and those…” She stated as she pointed at my infantile underwear, “…remains on. Can’t have you having any accidents on your clothes now can we?”

My head spinning, both from the alcohol I consumed the night before and my thoughts racing as to the idea that I was about to be forced to go outside attempting to conceal a wet diaper.

After she left, I put my yoga pants, examining the fact that it did little to hide my embarrassing secret.

I quickly began contemplating taking the diaper off. “Crap, if I do that she’ll know I’m not wearing it and make a scene.” Then I had a thought.

“Or I could just put on a pull-up. At least it would be dry…” Alexis continued to battle the turmoil in her own head, deciding to risk it with the pull-up.

After changing, I gingerly walked down stairs, praying that Steve wasn’t already awake. As I got to the bottom of the stairs, my mother was waiting for me at the door, and to my relief, no one else appeared to be awake.

“Let’s go” My mother motioned to me in a childish tone while handing me my morning cup of coffee, a gesture that was usually expected but surprising given what had transpired.

The ride to the store was a quiet one, the silence encouraging me to chug the coffee she had given me. I pondered asking what she was planning to purchase, but my fear of her answer deterred me from asking.

The car began to slow down as she turned into one of the local grocery stores. My stomach began to churn at the impending moments that I knew were to follow.

My mom grabbed a cart, which only continued to exhasterbate my anxiety. Knowing the store layout as well as what I presumed our visit was intended for, my fears began to be realized as she started navigating to the “baby supplies” aisle.

My mother began putting pacifiers, baby wipes, baby powder, and of course, more diapers in the cart, confirming my fears, but still hopeful they may only be for my little brother. I worked up the courage to ask speak up.

“Are these for David?” As I heard my ask I realized how desperate I sounded.

“Oh honey, David is almost potty trained! Unlike his 18 year old sister.” My face turning a familiar red as her response to my question was loud enough for anyone nearby to hear.

“The two ‘P’s’. Just killing two birds with one stone.” She stated in a devious tone.

My anger (and embarrassment of course) was quickly dissuaded by the pressure in the bladder. “Shit! I shouldn’t have drank all that coffee.”

However, I knew there was no way she would let me go to the bathroom. Even if she did, I suspected she would likely go in with me only to find that I had changed out of the wet Pampers and into a pull-up. “Damnit I didn’t think this through! I guess it’s better than walking around the store in an already wet diaper…”

My thoughts were quickly intruppted as I realized the childish act I was performing. Slowly I felt my pull-up growing warm.

“Shit!” I said under my breath. “Language, young lady!” My mother said as she turned around to see me staring down at… UGH MY, yes MY diaper that apparently I need.

At this point, I didnt know how I could even begin to defend myself as I stood in a public grocery store incontroably wetting myself like a toddler.

“Wow. Well I guess that confirms it, if I had any hesitation before.”

“It was the coffee!” I blurted out, quickly realizing other paterons nearby almost certainly heard me.

“Excuses excuses. It was the food yesterday, now it’s the coffee today. What are we supposed to do? Not give you anything to drink or eat so you don’t have any ‘accidents’ as you call them?”

With her comment, I began to notice other shoppers beginning to look our way. My embarrassment was made worse as the bulge in my diaper had become visibly apparent to anyone who peered our direction.

My mother began to walk to the cashier with me waddling behind, the crinkle of my diaper was deafeningly loud and a constant reminder of my return to childhood. I was truly nothing more than an overgrown, diaper dependent, petulant toddler in the eyes of anyone who was in our line-of-sight.

My paranoia had me anxiously looking around, at least trying to provide myself the relief of knowing that no one my age (or much worse, that I knew) was around.

As I turned to my left, my eyes locked with an older handsome boy that I recognized. I then realized it was Adam, a guy that was two years older than me that went to the same high school. I quickly looked away, hoping he didn’t notice me. However, his facial expression seemed to indicate he also recognized me.

I counted the seconds as the cashier checked us out, seeming to piece together the situation that I was in, working up the courage to engage in small talk to dismiss the awkwardness of the apparent situation.

As she checked us out and we began to walk toward the door, I again saw Adam as he walked up the the cashier, our eyes again making contact which quickly encouraged me to look away.

I was temporarily relieved as we got to the car, despite the fact that I had just wet myself like a little girl in the store and was, unfortantely, now sitting in my all too familiar accident. I had never been so glad to not be in public unlike before this treacherous saga began.

We made one more stop that my mother allowed me to stay in the car for, but what she brought back was of much interest as it appeared to be clothing, again spiking my anxiety.

As we arrived home, I realized that it was likely that everyone was now up, including Steve.

As my mother carried in all of the items she had purchased, she gently grabbed me and laid me down on the changing mat that had been left out over night. I realized I was about to receive my second diaper change within 12 hours, to my horror.

As she slide my yoga pants off, she observed that I wasn’t wearing the Huggies she had instructed me to wear. Saying nothing, she only shook her head in frustration. Her facial expression was telling that the ‘Punishment’ of the two ‘P’s’ was increasing by the second.

The sound of her tearing the sides of my pull-up embarrasingly echoed through the house. Hearing the commotion in the kitchen confirmed my fear that my father, and likely Steve, were not only up, but hearing the embarrassing sounds of another one of my warranted diaper changes.

As she finished cleaning me up, she again applied a liberal amount of baby powder and reached into the bag to pull out a fresh diaper that awaited me. Staring at the ceiling while she finished my diaper change, I again thought back to my former self. “I was so… independent”

I grimaced as I felt the diaper now securely on me. My mother now pulling out a onesie to my surprise, putting my arms through the sleeves, snapping the crotch shut. My reality proving to be so unbelievable I couldn’t even began to protest, nor did I have a good defense.

My thoughts continued, “…and now I’m so…” I shuddered at the thought, “… dependent.”

“Steve!” My mother shouted, summoning the boy that I feared may quickly be becoming my babysitter rather than just my little brother’s.

As I heard Steve approaching, I saw my father carrying something upstairs. Before I could figure it out, Steve entered the room.

“I just changed her wet diaper. She couldn’t even stay dry for a short trip to the store.” My mother said to Steve at the expense of my pride and subsequent embarrassment.

“We are headed out. If she gives you any trouble at all…” she turned to me to confirm her seriousness, “… you tell me immediately and it will be handled.”

She again looked at me, her tone confirming my earlier fear that my decision to take off my Pampers in exchange for a pull-up had only made things worse

“If you misbehave or disobey Steve in anyway, you can count on this punishment being much worse.”

My mind wondered as she continued by laying out my “ground rules” to Steve who confirmed he would ensure they were adhered to.

I was quickly snapped back into reality when my mother placed a pacifier in my mouth and handed me some stuffed toys.

It was as if I could feel my former social persona diminishing, quickly disappearing in the midst of a thorough regression while sitting in front of a sophomore boy who’s always liked me while I’m clad in yet another fresh diaper and childish clothes.

As my parents walked out the door, I wondered what Steve might say. Part of me hoped he still liked me, if nothing else to massage whatever pride and dignity I had left.

“How about a nap?” Steve stated, which surprisingly sounded wonderful, given the hangover from the long night before and unofortunate morning I had had.

I wasn’t sure what to say, resorting to a simple head nod. He grabbed my hand and led me upstairs, the implications of which would usually indicate adult activities would follow which contrasted greatly to reality. However, my reality was one that I was slowly becoming immune to which was a scary proposition.

As we entered my room, I quickly realized what my father had been doing earlier. To my surprise, my bed had been replaced with a crib. My jaw dropped with my pacifier falling out. I walked towards the crib in astonishment, reaching out to touch it as if to confirm what I was seeing was real. As my eyes wondered, I also found a changing table as well.

My mind was in complete shock until Steve walked up behind me and placed the pacifier back in my mouth. “Pacified” I thought. This is so humiliating! I screamed inside my head.

Steve was equally shocked at the contents of her room, trying to discern whether this was always what she had slept in or simply in lieu of the recent events.

“How about we get you out of those Pampers.”

Steve’s suggestion made me hopeful. “Yes! He understands!” I thought.

My hope quickly diminished just as fast as it had appeared when I saw he had a pull-up diaper in his hand.

Then, I realized what this meant. Steve was going to change me. “No effing way. There’s no way I’m going to let him see me…” stoping as I remembered the preceding night when he had not only seen me naked, but watched as my mother cleaned my messy bottom.

I turned to him to protest before remembering what my mother had said to him,

“If you misbehave or disobey Steve in anyway, you can count on this punishment being much worse.”

My protest was disarmed at the thought of my punishment being any worse than it already was.

Before Steve could even begin to assist in helping me in the crib, I defiantly helped myself into it, as if nothing more than a gesture of preserving any independence I had left.

The sound of Steve untapping my diaper again created the familiar sensation of embarrassment, only to be upped by the sensation of baby powder again being applied. The smell that had so long been seared into my brain as one that reminded me of my little brother was now one that had been undesirably provided to me. Anywhere I go, there it trails behind me, just as it did with him.

The sound of the snaps on my onesie being snapped back jostled me out of my thoughts.

“Sleep tight. I’ll come check on you later”

His condescension was unbearable. I looked up at Steve, a boy two years younger than me that was, by all accounts, now older than me, an 18 year old with a pacifier in her mouth wearing a onesie that did little to hide a diaper that over the last 12 hours I had proved I needed.

It wasn’t long after he left that I fell asleep. I woke up to him walking into my room, groggily opening my eyes, and quickly praying that my diaper was still dry.

“Want to watch some TV?” He kindly suggested.

Again, I nodded in compliance despite my burning anger given my circumstance.

Steve led me to sit in front of the TV wear he had left the stuffed toys my parents had left for me.

I finally got the courage to speak up, taking the pacifier out of my mouth to speak.

“You know this isn’t how I usually am, I promise!” I said, pleadingly. “This is all just a big misunderstanding! And really only because my mother is mad at me for drinking.”

A small grin appeared on Steve’s face, “I guess I just misunderstood seeing your mother change your soiled diaper last night too then?”

I started to respond before realizing how right he was before he gently began to guide my hand that had the pacifier in it back into my mouth.

“Sit down, I’m making lunch”

I regrettably complied, looking at the TV only to find that cartoons were on. “Hmp, Spongbob, I used to love this show.” Didn’t think I would be watching it again while sitting in a diaper.

As I started to watch the TV, I felt my tummy grumble again. “Noooo, this cant be happening!”

My stomach continued to chur. I remembered that the coffee I had drank earlier. “Coffee always does this to me. I can usually get away with just a silent toot though” I thought to myself.

I slowly leaned to one side, attempting to let out a small fart.

“BLLLLRPPP” 💩

Again I turned red and frantically felt the back of my diaper. Instantly I could smell that my “silent fart” had been deadly, and unfortantely, not very silent.

To make matters worse, the relief I desired had not been mitigated from my not so discrete attempt.

As Steve began to walk in, he found Alexis in a familiar state of distress; her hand on the back of her already soiled diaper, attempting to prevent the blowout that they both knew would ensue.

Steve could only watch as her heard another muffled fart escape, however, this one was accompanied by the crackle of her diaper expanding to accommodate the 18 year old girl’s mess.

Alexis began to cry as her ever present accident filled the room with the scent of baby powder and poop for the second time in less than 24 hours.

Steve set down their lunch and continued to watch Alexis’ pathetic attempt at stopping herself from again confirming that she belonged in diapers.

After a third and final muffled fart escaped to her disappointment, her hand felt her now dirty diaper begin to sag heavily.

The brown stain that had formed on her diaper wasn’t needed to confirm what Steve already knew.

The 18 year old bombshell, his former crush, and the most popular girl in school that he was babysitting, was watching cartoons and, yet again, needed her dirty diaper changed.

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Alexis & The Babysitter

Chapter 4:

Still trying to fathom the “ground rules” that Alexis’ mother had laid out to me for her newly regressed 18 year old daughter that I was now babysitting, I couldn’t help but enjoy her newfound humbled posture.

Pictures of the events that transpired the night before continued to flash through my mind. Alexis, a girl revered as the hottest, most untouchable girl in our high school was in a pull-up diaper that she quickly affirmed she needed.

The humbling events that had taken place had not only brought her back down to everyone else’s level, but much lower. Her following of girls and guys alike had forever been jealous of the 5’2”, tan, brunette with a perky butt and breast were still ignorant to the facts that I now knew first hand.

I thought about all the other girls at our high school that were inferior to Alexis. At least they could act like young adults, well, not infants rather. They were out enjoying their Summer, partying, going to the beach in their skimpy bikini’s. Not surprisingly, they also had the undeniable right to wear normal underwear.

Sure, Alexis had to wear diapers for her night time “accidents”, but she too had also enjoyed these simple pleasures less than 24 hours ago, she had even modeled on several occasions!

I could tell that Alexis was battling the prospect of this. In contrast to her peers, Alexis set in front of me clad in a freshly changed diaper with a pacifier in her mouth to top it off.

I was unsure of how she would react once her parents left. Would she instantly go off, disapproving the fact that I was now her babysitter?

Certainly not, I confidently told myself. After all, I had witnessed her pooping herself. Even more, her dad’s talk with me afterwards verified her diaper-wearing was for good reason to keep her sheets dry at night.

While I wasn’t worried about her attitude, I was furiously thinking of what I should do now given what had taken place.

This was usually when I would put her baby brother down for a nap, so I figured it was only fitting that she did the same.

“How about a nap?” I offered after the long silence.

Alexis slowly looked up at me, her beautiful brown eyes meeting mine with her infantile attire remaining unmistakably out of place for an 18 year old girl.

Her pacifier precluding her from audibly speaking, she settled for a simple head nod.

Taking her hand, I began to lead her upstairs to her room; an act I had previously dreamed of doing for a much different purpose.

I opened her bedroom door and was shocked to find her bed to be an infantile styled crib big enough for her 5’2” frame. As I continued to scan her room out of my former and now new curiosity, I also found a changing table and a few of her nighttime pull-up diapers.

The items seemed out of place for an 18 year old girl’s bedroom, sorely noticeable among bras and thongs that lay on the floor, which served as vestiges from her now former adulthood.

Alexis stopped in her tracks, her pacifier falling out of her mouth as fast as her jaw dropped.

Despite it being circumstantially inappropriate, my mind wondered back to all the times I imagined walking up to her room with her, a dream that I was not alone in pondering. Now I knew how futile of a dream that once was as I picked up her pacifier.

I almost felt sorry for her. Her blank stare remained unwavered as I put the pacifier back in her mouth. The humiliation she was experiencing was unimaginable.

My sympathy led me to considering cutting her some slack. Perhaps even earning the possibility of a date after a return to normalcy.

“How about we get you out of those Pampers.” Alexis’ face instantly lit up as if I had given her the winning lottery ticket.

My thoughts redirected to the night before where she uncontrollably messed herself, forcing her mom to change her dirty diaper. Not to mention her mother’s stern rules regarding her two P’s, “protection & punishment”.

What if her mother found her with another stinky ‘accident’ in her in her pants? Her mother would be so pissed at me for caving.

My better judgement convinced me otherwise. Instead of undiapering her, I grabbed one of her pull-ups off her dresser and began to walk towards her crib. The hope that was formerly expressed on her face quickly diminished and replaced with a discontented frown.

For a moment, she appeared as though she wouldn’t comply, but in what appeared to be an attempted preservation of her remaining dignity, she quickly moved towards the crib, determined to let herself in rather than me. Every step she took releasing an audible crinkle from her diaper.

Once situated in her crib, the reality of me performing a duty only appropriate for a toddler again shocked me. I was about to undress Alexis, the hottest girl in our school, but rather than proceeding with what any normal male and female would do, I would be diapering her instead.

After unsnapping her onesie, I began to tear away the tabs of her diaper. I couldn’t help but admire her beautifully fit tan legs and overall petite body frame that she so frequently worked on at the gym.

As my eyes wondered, the sight of baby powder lightly covering the area between her legs brought me back to the reality that I was about to put Alexis back in a diaper.

As I finished applying the baby powder, I caught a glimpse of Alexis deep in thought, aimlessly starring at the ceiling as I began to pull her diaper up to her thighs, interrupting her thought as I promoted her to lift her bottom.

I was still amazed at how easily she fit into her pull-ups, much less her baby brother’s Pampers. Once her diaper was in place, I paused for a moment to appreciate how her diaper almost appeared too bulky given her petite frame.

I held back a laugh at the fact that she’d had no idea her dedicated efforts at the gym would lend her the ability to easily fit into a toddler’s attire.

As I snapped the crotch of her onesie, she looked up at me discouraged as she was again sealed back into her diapers that the last 12 hours had proved her dependency upon.

“Sleep tight. I’ll come check on you later” I said as I lifted her crib bars and began to walk out of the room.

“Wow” I said quietly to myself as I descended down the stairs. I just put Alexis in a diaper and left her in a crib to take a mid-morning nap, attempting to frame an unthinkable reality that I currently resided within.

After a couple of hours, I decided I should go wake her up. Before going to her room, I contemplated what we should do next. “I guess we could watch TV.” I chuckled, thinking back to my offer the night before to watch TV as civilized young adults.

I grinned when I found the cartoon channel, figuring it was befitting to her situation. I grabbed the stuffed toys her mother had left as well as some coloring books and put them on the floor for her.

I opened her door and found her slowly waking, her pacifier still in place. Despite the fact that she lay in a crib wearing a onesie with a diaper hiding beneath, she was still gorgeous. I began to wonder if I could get over her apparent diaper dependency.

“Want to watch some TV?”

Alexis squinted as she awoke from her slumber. Her eyes quickly windened as I reached into her crib and felt the front of her diaper to see if it was wet.

Honestly, I didn’t even think about the implications of touching an area that was previously forbidden. I guess at this point, I had accepted the reality that I was now her babysitter and checking her diaper was part of my job. Luckily (and somewhat surprisingly), she was dry.

I could tell she wasn’t amused as she quickly glared at me, adding a thinly veiled smile.

I led her to the TV where I had left the toys for her. Before sitting down, I noticed she was slowly gathering her barrings, seeming visibly unsettled and working up the courage to speak.

“You know this isn’t how I usually am, I promise!” Alexis began to plead.

“This is all just a big misunderstanding! And really only because my mother is mad at me for drinking.”

Her defensiveness wasn’t a surprise, per se. But geez, is she kidding? What suitable defense can you have at the age of 18 after involuntarily soiling your diaper in front of others?

I tried not to laugh, “I guess I just misunderstood seeing your mother change your dirty diaper last night too then?”

Alexis was silent.

“Sit down, I’m making lunch.”

Alexis defeatedly obeyed, sitting Indian-style on the floor. She appeared to momentarily concede to my slightly condescending, but factually correct statement. She regretfully picked up the coloring book and pencils and began coloring.

I left Alexis in the living room and went to the kitchen where I began to cook lunch. I remained amused over her petulant attempt at convincing me that her current situation was an anomaly.

However, I again began to think about how beautiful she was. Even while diapered, she still remained gorgeous. I always wanted a chance with her but her enourmous pride and beauty had forever prevented the opportunity.

Given the extreme difficulty of having both a bulky pride while wearing a bulky diaper, it seemed as though this no longer stood between us.

My mind wondered as I thought about the prospect of Alexis being my girlfriend, absolutely beautiful, but diapered nonetheless. “I guess we all make compromises, I mean it’s just underwear…” I thought as I continued to convince myself.

Afer I finished cooking our lunch, I suddenly heard an all too familiar muffled fart in the living room.

“BLLLLRPPP”

“Did she seriously just fart?” I thought as I questioned what I heard. Sure, the likely culprit had been put back in diapers due to similar circumstances in the last 24 hours. But before yesterday, any 18 year old girl farting in the proximity of others was not only socially unacceptable, but unattractive no matter how hot they were.

As I walked into the living room with our lunch, the smell instantly confirmed what I assumed.

Defeatedly on her hands and knees, Alexis’ diaper pointed up towards the ceiling as she again visibly struggled to stop herself from messing her diaper for a second time within 24 hours.

She quickly put her hand on the back of her diaper, serving as a last ditch effort to prevent the inevitable. If yesterday’s events hadn’t proved she belonged in diapers, she knew this certainly would.

I set our lunch down on the coffee table feeling as though I should do something. I started to walk towards her before hearing another involuntary muffled fart.

“BLLLLRPPPPPPPPPPP” 💩

Her diaper quietly crackled as it filled up with a mess she was so desperately trying to prevent; slowly beginning to sag just as it had the night before.

As she continued to soil her diaper, the familiar rancid smell of her dirty diaper blended with baby powder filled the room.

I could tell Alexis was doing her best to hold back tears, attempting to avoid adding to the babyish act she was performing.

However, when she saw me holding my nose whilst witnessing everything, she began to sob, utterly embarrassed at the fact that she had again messed her diaper for a second time in front of me.

Moments earlier, I had convinced myself of pursuing Alexis despite her newly realized dependency on diapers. Yet the sight of the beautiful 18 year old girl sitting on the floor sobbing like an infant in a freshly messed diaper easily persuaded me otherwise.

How could I ever date a girl that could accidentally mess herself in a moments notice? The thought of us going on a date had forever sounded enticing, until now, considering the fact that I could be left to change her diaper in the middle of dinner.

I shook the thought as a final fart escaped behind her already VERY dirty diaper, letting out an involuntary grunt as her diaper was being pushed to its limit.

Good Lord, seriously? I was shocked that she was still uncontrollably messing herself. My shock quickly turned to frustration considering I knew I would be responsible for changing her diaper afterwards.

At this point, I almost couldn’t believe she wasn’t doing it on purpose. I mean how does a hot 18 year old girl not only mess herself once in front of a guy, but twice?

Alexis’ face was once again beat red after I accidentally let out a disgusted “Ugh” in response to the smell that continued to intensify, permeating through the entire living room.

Out of frustration, I decided her diaper change would wait until after lunch.

With a stern tone of disappointment, I finally spoke up, “Let’s eat lunch”. Alexis peered at me as tears continued to roll down her checks with an unmistakable look of disappointment that she wouldn’t yet be freed from the messy prison that she wore.

As I picked her up by her armpits I was reminded of just how petite she truly was.

I carried her to her baby brother’s high chair in the kitchen and slowly set her down, quickly noticing her sobs turn to a disgusted cringe as her messy diaper met the seat.

“I’ll change your diaper after you’re finished with your lunch.”

Alexis’ attention shifted away from her soiled diaper squishing beneath her as she realized she would now be stuck dealing with it while eating.

“No! Steve! Get this thing off of me now!”

I ignored her desperate pleas and set her lunch in front of her before grabbing mine and sitting at the dinner table.

My lack of response again provoked Alexis.

“Steve!”

“Yes?”

“Please change me. This is gross!”

“Yes, it is, and it’ll be equally gross when I have to change you, so maybe you should’ve thought about that before you decided to mess your diaper.”

Her fussy attitude began to frustrate me. She thinks it’s gross? Of course it is! Dirty diapers are gross enough for toddlers, much less an 18 year old! I had heard enough and decided to retrieve her pacifier that had fallen out while she was blowing out her diaper.

As I got up and began to walk in the living room, she again attempted to defend herself.

“No! Ugh, Steve! It was an accident!” Alexis strongly declared as I was returning from the living room.

“My mom gave me coffee this morning and it upset my stoma…” Her pacifier silencing her less than convincing argument.

“Quiet. Enough with the excuses. I would hope it was an accident because I have no idea why you’d want to mess yourself on purpose. Either way, I’m not treating you any different than I would your little brother.”

Alexis’ expression quickly changed as she began to realize that messing her diaper was literally inexcusable in light of her petulant argument.

After a moment of coming to terms with her predicament, she resigned to a frown behind her pacifier.

I returned to the dinner table and continued to eat my lunch despite Alexis’ stinky diaper eliminating any appetite I had left.

After eating as much as I could, I noticed Alexis was in deep thought, anxiously waiting to be relieved of the messy diaper that she continued to sit in.

After putting my dishes in the sink, I walked over to what was formerly Alexis’ little brother’s high chair.

“I’ll take this pacifier out as long as you will eat your lunch. No complaining or excuses or you’ll be punished, understood?”

Alexis refused to make eye contact but compromised with another half-hearted head nod. After removing her pacifier, she defiantly looked up at me.

“Eat up.”

“Steve, get me out of this diaper right now!” She squealed, continuing to accurately play her role as an adult toddler.

“Well punishment it is.” I said flippantly, completely unsure of what that would entail.

I began contemplating what punishment would most effectively get my point across. I had spanked her brother plenty of times, but given that she was on the verge of a blowout, I doubted that would be practical.

Then it hit me, she would do anything to avoid her public persona being damaged. She frequently posted pictures on her Instagram of her in beautiful outfits or out with friends to fuel her public reputation.

“We’re going to take a trip to the park. I’m sure you’ll be able to find plenty of others there that can’t keep their diapers clean either.”

“You wouldn’t.” Alexis said sternly, almost as if it were a dare.

I unsnapped the table tray on the high chair and picked her up, regrettably placing her diapered bottom under my arm, feeling it’s contents slowly spread.

“Let’s get you changed into some appropriate clothing for our trip.”

Alexis continued fuss as I carried her back up to her room where I located the clothes her mother had bought earlier that day.

After setting her down on the floor, I looked through the bag and found a babyish pinafore.

“This will do.”

“Steve no please! I can’t go outside in that while wearing a…” She paused, realizing what she was about to say.

“Go on. Wearing a what…?”

“Steve I’ll do anything. I know you like me, let’s go on a date or something.”

“Well that’s presumptuous isn’t it? I may have liked you at some point, but I’m not interested in dating an adult toddler.”

My comment cut through Alexis’ pride like a hot knife in butter, but it didn’t deter her from trying to dissuade me.

I began to take her onesie off to replace it with the pinafore that would do little to hide her stinky diaper.

While putting the pinafore on her, she again continued to protest. Only this time, her comment caught me off guard.

“Hang on… what if we stayed her and you changed me and I did something for you.” She said with a devious grin.

I won’t lie, it was tempting no matter if she was confined to a dirty diaper or not.

I paused to think about it, which Alexis noticed and quickly tried to take advantage of my indecision.

“Come on Steve.” She said arousingly as she leaned forward and began to reach for my pants.

“Just relax, we don’t need to go anywhere.” She stated, again with her sexy smile as she began to unzip my jeans.

I grabbed her petite hand while motioning for her to stop, “Time to go.”

“Seriously, Steve? Please just let me…” I placed my finger on her lips silencing her once again before replacing with another pacifier.

“Suck on this instead”

Her expression was priceless. Alexis likely never thought she would see a day where a guy turned her down for anything, much less a blow job.

After I finished dressing her, I carried her and her brother to my truck, strapping both of them into car seats.

Alexis appeared uncomfortable after I had snapped the belt between her thighs which was certain to squish the contents of her very full diaper.

As Steve started driving to the park, he could see Alexis in his rear view mirror defeatedly looking out of the window.

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“I can’t believe he said no to me giving him a blow job.” I thought to myself. The thought was so surprising that it temporarily took my mind off the fact that I was in a car seat headed to a public park in a very stinky diaper.

“Why did he say no?” He’s always liked me hasn’t he? Does he seriously not like me now because of…” I paused as looked down to examine the state of my diaper, only to find that it had turned a disgusting shade of brown, making me realize I was in the midst of uncontrollably wetting myself.

“What?!” I loudly said under my breath.

“What is it?” Steve asked before peering in his rear view mirror to find me starring in disbelief at the diaper I was wetting.

Judging by the look on his face, he figured it out.

“You’re a mess… literally.”

To say it was embarrassing doesn’t do it justice. Yes, I had nighttime accidents, and yes, I had had a couple of small accidents while drinking, but at least I knew I had to go. Not only had I not noticed that I needed to go, I didn’t even realize I had wet myself until it was too late.

So here I am, in the back seat of Steve’s truck, formerly nothing more than a boy who had a crush on me, now a boy who turned me down, all the while sitting next to my toddler little brother strapped into a car seat sitting in an already messy diaper that I just wet without knowing.

My heart began to race as we turned into the parking lot. Being in a dirty diaper was, in-of-itself, unbelievably embarrassing. The thought of being in a dirty diaper in public was terrifying.

“You’re lucky I’m nice.”

Steve’s comment seemed all but real. How was he ‘nice’? He was about to take me in public while I’m like…this!

“I brought your diaper bag. I’m going to change you before we go into the park.” Steve said while looking at me in his rear view mirror.

I was conflicted. I would be out of my filth which I desperately desired, but put back in another diaper… and then going into public.

Then reality hit me. “He’s going to change my…” I could hardly even say it in my own mind, “… dirty diaper in public!?”

“Steve, can we please do this somewhere private? Pleaseeee?” I begged as if my life depended on it.

Rather than give me an answer, he got out of the car and walked over to my door.

“Steve, what are you doing? Please don’t do…” for the third time today, he again pacified me, silencing me like an annoying toddler.

He lifted me out of the car seat, exposing my brown stained diaper to any onlookers in the process while carrying me to the back of his truck.

After unlatching his tailgate and laying me down on the changing mat, he lifted up my pinafore to examine my thoroughly messed diaper.

“Really pushed this one to the limit.” His embarrassing comment paled in comparison to the fact that I was about to of receive a diaper change in public at the age of 18.

As he I felt him tear the sides of my pull-up, I gagged as the smell of my infantile accidents imenated through the air. The sun beating down on me, I sheepishly peered down seeing past my flat stomach to see my poop covered private’s.

“Relax.” Steve commanded as he grabbed the first of many baby wipes.

“How the hell am I supposed to relax!? You have me exposed for all humanity to see me receiving a diaper change!” I screamed in my head.

He began to work away at my bottom with the baby wipes for what seemed like entirnity.

The park was busy that day. As I lay on my back receiving a diaper change that I desperately needed, I anxiously looked up to see if anyone was watching.

I saw a group of girls in binkins that looked to be a little younger than me, hanging out with some cute boys which made me burn with anger as I began to compare myself to them.

There they were happily enjoying their freedoms and here I was, getting my diaper changed by a boy that just rejected me giving him a blowjob. Oh wait, it gets better? Yes, and I’m now getting a fresh diaper put on me.

How would any boy ever be interested in a girl that’s been put back in diapers? Hmm, who should I go out with, a girl in sexy lingerie or the pacified girl laying on her back getting her dirty diaper changed? Tough decision.

Even if a boy was interested, he’d be fortunate enough to learn I have a babysitter or witness my parents or Steve checking my diaper to make sure it’s still clean. Uhh you’re in diapers? Yeah, no thanks.

Steve closed the tailgate of his truck and led my brother and I into to the park. As I walked, I tried my best to keep my short dress down so no one could see my diaper. I couldn’t help but anxiously look around to make sure no one was there that I knew.

“You guys go play, I’ll sit over here.” Steve said to my brother and I as he motioned towards the playground.

“You can’t be serious.” I said sternly.

“Didn’t think I was serious when I said we were going to the park either.”

“Damnit” I thought to myself as I defiantly turned away from him and decided to find something to climb.

It wasn’t long after I climbed through some of the stuff at the playground that I heard a few chuckles only to realize my pinafore had ridden up, now exposing my diaper to any onlookers behind me.

“Shit!” I said under my breath as I quickly tried to maneuver myself to cover my bottom.

“Mommy, why is she wearing a diaper?” I heard a kid ask his mom in the distance.

This day can’t get any more embarrassing. I’ve had multiple accidents, been turned down by an inferior boy 2 years younger than me, had my diaper changed in public, and now am getting mocked by petulant children who just saw my diaper while playing at a playground.

What happened next proved me wrong, however. With my diaper still on display, I turned around to find Steve talking to someone, motioning towards me in the distance.

That someone happened to be Taylor, the only boy at our high school that I’ve ever thought might be good enough for me.

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Alexis & The Babysitter

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5:

So yeah, that’s how all of this started. In only the first two days of the last three weeks, I had been transformed from high school sweetheart to a girl that acted, appeared and even smelled like a pre-schooler. 

As I lay here on the couch in a t-shirt and short skirt that does little to hide my diaper (which I just realized is wet), I shutter as I think of everything that’s happened to lead me to this point. The first accident in front of my parents and Steve, the second accident in front of Steve, and then the embarrassing encounter with Taylor at the park seemed inconsequential compared to everything else that’s happened.

I mean HOLY CRAP. I should be hanging out with Taylor, going on a sweet date or out on the lake in a sexy bikini grabbing every guy’s attention.

Instead, I virtually no longer have any control over my bowels, much less my bladder; a constant reminder that even if I were fortunate enough to wear adult clothes again, they’d likely all be thrown away right after I soiled them. 

Normal day for old Alexis:

Wake up, shower, go work out, hang out with friends, go to a party and maybe go on a date.

Normal day for new Alexis:

Wake up, get diaper checked, get diaper changed, endure the constant smell of baby powder that’s followed by it being masked by the smell of a dirty diaper, then get dirty diaper changed, get put down for a nap, wake up and go play in my play pen, then dinner in the high chair, and then the moment I contest any of this, humiliating barebottom spankings. Then repeat. Lots of great stories unfortantely.

Speaking of which, just this week I was relegated to my (embarrassing) play pen in the living room one morning. Steve and my parents set on the couch with my toddler little brother talking about sports.

I was no longer humiliated at the fact that I was an 18 year old girl in diapers playing with stuffed animals, nor was I embarrassed at the fact that it was me in the play pen and not my little brother. My humiliation began when the smell of a dirty diaper permeated through the room. 

What’s my first thought you might ask? My little brother of course. Secretly I hoped it was him, perhaps taking some of the attention off of my situation. Misery loves company, am I right?

Embarrassingly, it wasn’t Steve or my parents first thought. My mother’s nose wrinkled and she immediately got up and walked towards ME, not my brother.

As she approached, I set up and felt the back of my soiled diaper, only to be affirmed that it wasn’t my little brother, but rather his newly regressed older sister who had a mushy load in the back of her diaper. 💩

At 18 years old, I was again reminded that my former thriving social persona had effectively faded as I had pooped my diaper and didn’t even know it. How pathetic. 🤦🏻‍♂️

My loss of control all started that day on the way to the park. There I was, in the back of Steve’s truck strapped into a freaking car seat while, befittingly, wearing a diaper that I had just recently soiled, only to realize I was wetting it without even realizing. 

Shortly thereafter, I found myself getting my diaper changed on the bed of Steve’s truck. In hindsight, as embarrassing as it was to receive a diaper change in public, I’m really glad that I did. 

Taylor showing up to the park with his friends could’ve been even more disastrous. I’m still not sure if he knew I was wearing a diaper when he showed up, but I cringe when I think about if I hadn’t. 

The good thing about pull-ups is they can be mistaken for panties from a distance. However, a dirty diaper is unmistakable, pull-up or not. So the cat would’ve been out of the bag. 

But nonetheless, everything that followed wasn’t much better. 

My cheeks red with undeniable embarrassment, I stare back at Taylor as he continued to look in curiosity. 

You know those, “Wanna get away?” commercials? Yeah, that was me. Tussling between the thought of going over to them and defending myself or running off to hide. Either decision was a lose-lose proposition.

I continued to stare back, trying to determine what exactly Steve was telling him, praying it wasn’t the events that had transpired over the last two humiliating days. 

I decided to try and play it cool, which looking back, was a regretful decision.

“Hey Taylor! What are you doing here?”

“Just hanging out with a couple of friends. We’ve been hanging out at the pool.” He said as he motioned towards a group of people in the distance.

“Interesting outfit you got there. You testing out the playground?” I could feel heat radiating off of my checks at my embarrassing predicament. I tried to speak but nothing less than incoherent babble came out. 

Luckily Steve interjected

“We decided to bring Alexis’ little brother out to the park. Alexis was just making sure he was playing nice.” Steve immediately looked at me, affirming that he wasn’t spilling the beans. 

As Steve and Taylor continued to talk, I couldn’t help but feel like I was 2′ tall. 

Just like a child too small to participate in the grownups conversation, I quietly stood there. Every small movement I made, I could hear the audible crinkle of the diaper I was desperately trying to keep concealed. 

As I peered back to the group of people that Taylor had pointed out, my heart started racing as I realized who they were.

Beth, Anna & Candace stared back at me. I wanted to cry at the fact that they stood there in sexy bikinis while, in stark contrast, I was in a stupid pinafore with a freshly changed diaper barely hiding beneath.

“We’re probably going to leave soon and grab some dinner at my house if you guys would like to join.” Taylor offered.

As I quickly looked at Steve to convey my disapproval, I noticed him peering into the distance at the beautiful girl’s that Taylor planned to bring along.

“Sure, we’d love to.”

Shots fired. Just the other day, Steve would’ve done anything to hang out with me. Since then, we’d spent practically every moment together, with me even making a move on him despite my disinterest. Yet, because I’ve been put back in diapers and had a couple of stupid little “accidents”, he’s more interested in a few girls that previously weren’t even in my stratosphere.

Okay, yes… I’d be lying if I said they were little accidents but still! So what? I’m Alexis and he’s Steve. How can he forget that?

In any other situation, hanging out with Taylor would’ve been a no-brainer; happily taking on the challenge of competing against other girls for Taylor’s attention. This time, however, I was at a major disadvantage.

Their bikinis vs. my pinafore & diapered bottom. How could I ever win that battle? Hey there, I’m Alexis, the sexy 18 year old girl that’s been put back in diapers. Wanna go on a date? Yeah right…

Not only would I be competing for Taylor’s attention, but even Steve’s. Not to mention the fact that my confidence was waning in lieu of the events that had transpired. Unlike me, they hadn’t been regressed 16 years into toddlerhood.

“Great, I guess we’ll see you guys there. Want to follow us over?”

“We’ll be a few minutes behind. Gotta get the little one first. You mind texting me your address?”

Want to know something embarrassing? I’d be so inundated with being treated like a child that I thought he was talking about me 🙃

“Sure. Alexis, you remember where I live right?”

Trying to put on my game face, I excitedly replied unknowingly sounding like a nervous child being allowed to speak.

“Yes!”

Steve and Taylor both continued to look at me. I guess they expected me to say more, which made sense considering it was me that usually talked everyone’s ear off.

As they continued to stare at me I realized how dumb I looked. Before I could continue they both looked at each other.

“Go ahead and send it to me just in case.” Steve said with a light laugh that was outmatched by Taylor’s loud chuckle.

“Sure, not a problem. See you guys soon!”

Damnit I looked like such an idiot. But not nearly as much as I would later.

As Steve walked off to gather David, I stood there as Taylor walked up to the group of girl’s and put his hand on the small of Anna’s back.

I was so jealous. Jealous might not even be the right word. Envious maybe? Anna was very pretty, green eyes, long brown hair, tall, witty and thin tan legs that belonged on the runway but normally she was just the shy girl with no personality. Honestly, she’d never even been on my radar as competition.

I watched as Taylor kept his hand on the small of her back all the way to his truck. I had always been competitive, but this time, it was game on.

I’ve always had the ability to flirt and get whatever I wanted. Usually I would taper it just enough to get what I wanted without over exerting myself, but tonight? I was going all out.

“Ready?”

I continued to stare at Taylor walking Anna to his truck. Without even looking at Steve, I started walking towards Steve’s car.

My goals for the night?

1. Make Taylor see that I’m way better than Anna

2. Make Steve jealous

… and I fully intended on achieving both. I was so focused that I didn’t snap out of my thoughts until we were on our way to his house.

Where was I sitting?

In the freaking car seat. What’s worse is I strapped myself in voluntarily. Like a determined toddler that’s a legend in their own mind.

Once we arrived, I quickly unsnapped myself and opened the door before Steve had a chance to embarrass me once again. I was determined to be an adult tonight.

Taylor opened the door as I approached.

“Thanks for having us over.” I said with a devious smile on my face.

As I walked up to him, I gently put my hand on his stomach just above his athletic shorts.

Getting on my top-toes, I got a little closer and gently kissed him on his cheek before whispering in his ear.

“I think we’re gonna have a lot of fun tonight.”

His athletic shorts did little to hide the erection that quickly ensued.

I smiled at him before swiftly welcoming myself inside leaving Taylor standing at the door with Steve not far behind.

Just like that, I was back. The fact that I was back in diapers didn’t matter. My confidence restored and determination at an all time high, my plan was already falling into place.

I’d been to Taylor’s house on many occasions. His parents were well-off to say the least. His dad owned his own company which afforded his mom the ability to stay at home, which meant she was a great cook.

“Alexis! It is so good to see you, honey!” Taylor’s mom said in her thick country accent.

She had always adored me. Seeing her reminded me that she was an ally towards achieving the goals I had set out to achieve for the night.

Being from the south, I knew manners around Taylor’s family were important. Something of which I knew Beth, Anna & Candace all lacked.

“Mrs. Gibson!” I said enthusiastically as I ran up to her and hugged her neck.

“Honey, we have missed you!”

“Awww you’re too sweet. I’ve missed you guys! The food smells amazing by the way.”

“Well you’re just in time, dinner is almost ready. I’m making your favorite chili by the way.” She said with a sweet smile.

Taylor, Steve and my little brother walked in while Taylor’s mom and I continued to catch up.

“Oh I can’t wait! Thank you so much for having us over!”

“Honey, you know you’re always welcome here. You make yourself right at home, alright?”

I peered over at Taylor with a smile as he was still reeling to hide the erection I had so easily precipitated.

“Aw well thank you. I just might take you up on that.” I said through a big smile knowing that Taylor would only go out with a girl that his mom approved.

DING!

“All ready!” Taylor’s mom said after the kitchen timer went off.

“Dear, do you mind fetching the girls?” She asked kindly.

“Game room I presume?” I said with a hint of condescension as I knew they likely hadn’t even come to greet her.

Before she could respond, a loud wave of teenage laughter came echoing down the hall from the game room.

We looked at each other and laughed as their immaturity had so timely answered my question.

“Be right back.” I said as I again looked over at Taylor with a grin.

“I’ll come with.” Taylor said as he began walking in my direction while Steve looked on stoically.

As we made our way down the hall, Taylor put his hand on the small of my back just as he had with Anna.

“So how are we gonna have fun tonight?” He said in a an unmistakably affectionate & curious tone.

“You’ll just have to wait and see.” I was always good at playing hard-to-get and it always worked perfectly.

I quickly walked ahead of him remaining unwavered by his charm.

As I walked ahead of him, I could hear the deafening crinkle of my diaper with every step.

“Focus, Alexis, focus!” I said to myself trying to block out the distraction.

As I approached the game room, I reminded myself that I couldn’t make my jealousy apparent, nor could I make it appear as though they were my enimies.

I wasn’t super close with Beth and Candance but Anna and I had grown up together before eventually growing apart after she transferred to a private school south of town.

As I walked in, Anna turned to me and smiled.

“Alexis!” She shouted as she ran up to me and gave me a hug.

“Hey girl! How’ve you been? It’s been forever since I’ve seen you!”

“I know, it’s been, what, like a whole year right?”

“Yeah, I think it was at Taylor’s party last year in fact.” I looked over at Taylor with a grin.

“You’re looking cute as ever unsurprisingly.” My pandering almost made me nauseated.

“Aw thank you, that dress is cute. I’ve never seen you wear something like that. Where’d you get it?”

Eeeeek. This could’ve ended badly, but luckily I was quick on my toes.

“Kids Gap, duh!” A roar of laughter ensued from everyone in the room.

“You know they don’t make clothes for short girls like me!” I said while heatrically shrugging my shoulders.

My self-declared short jokes were always a go-to if mine, which came in clutch that night.

“Anyways, dinner is ready if y’all are hungry.”

“Oh great! We’ll be there in a second.”

As I left the room, Taylor again followed me. The fact that he was now following me around like a whipped puppy assured me my plan was working perfectly.

Dinner was, as always amazing. We scarfed down the delicious food while talking about everything that was going on in our lives (minus the last two days of mine, of course).

I continued to flirt with Taylor throughout dinner, putting my hand on his inner thigh under the table which caught Steve’s attention. The fact that I knew he was becoming jealous just continued to fuel me.

Everything was going so well that I almost forgot that I was secretly diapered in front of a guy I liked.

Hard to think there was ever a moment I could forget thinking back about it.

After finishing up dinner, I helped Taylor’s mom with the dishes before heading to the game room.

As I walked in, Taylor and the girls were setting up a movie.

“Alexis what’s your favorite scary movie?!” Anna shouted from across the room as she was scrolling through Netflix.

“I think we should get going.” Steve announced to everyone.

“Ahhh, C’mon, Steve! It’s only 6pm!” Taylor quickly responded.

Steve’s jealousy was starting to backfire. I had not only got Taylor’s attention, but Anna’s as well, rendering him as excusable background noise whilest taking care of my little brother.

“I think the little guy is ready to head home.” Steve said as he motioned towards my little brother.

I needed more time. I couldn’t go back home yet! There, I had the two “P’s” waiting for me. Here, I had been granted a temporary aslyum from my mother’s cruel punishment.

I walked over to my little brother and carefully nelt down in front of him, being careful to not expose the diaper I had on beneath.

“Whatta ya say? Wanna watch a scary movie with your sister?”

My little brother’s emphatic ‘yah’ prompted laughter from everyone but Steve. I knew I had to convince him.

While everyone was distracted at my brother, I pulled Steve into the hallway.

“I have a proposition. We stay for the movie and I’ll look after David so you can hang out with Anna. Deal?”

“Oh so you can continue to flirt with Taylor, right?” He said a little defensively.

“That might happen.” I said with a grin, “But don’t forget, I tried to make a move on you but you tried to be all big and tough.”

“Was that before or after I changed your diaper?”

😱

Not gonna lie, that was a pretty solid comeback. My checks blushed, affirming Steve’s point which needed no response.

“Hey we found a movie. You guys in?” Taylor said as he stuck his head into the hallway.

I looked over at Steve who still wasn’t convinced.

“C’mon Steve!”

Taylor quietly closed the game room door behind him.

“You like Anna right? She mentioned at the park that you were cute.”

I was impressed. Taylor’s persuasion might have rivaled my own.

Steve looked at me with a bit of frustration before finally giving in.

“Fine, fine… you got me.”

Taylor and I made eye-contact as if to confirm our unspoken plan was working.

We returned to the game room and began to take our seats on the massive sectional couch that surrounded the projector screen.

“Have a seat right here.” Taylor said as he motioned towards the spot next to him.

Staying true to my promise, I grabbed my little brother and carried him along. Luckily my brother provided me some additonal cover, avoiding the chance of Taylor making a move on me during the movie only to find that my panties had been replaced by a pathetic diaper 😶. The thought alone terrified me.

My nerves continued as I started to sit down, realizing that the couch was so big that my feet didn’t hang off, again adding to the ever present feeling that I was nothing more than a little kid rather than an adult. Even worse, the crinkle of my diaper was unmistakable as my bottom met the seat.

I quickly scanned the room to ensure no one noticed. Luckily it appeared as though they didn’t, allowing me to regain my composure.

As the movie started, I leaned in close to Taylor.

“So did Anna actually say that about Steve?” I said quietly.

“I may have embellished a little.” He said with a chuckle.

I affectionately smiled back at him before placing my hand on his inner-thigh.

“I noticed you got a little excited earlier by the way.”

Taylor’s coy reaction was priceless.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He responded jokingly, conceding as a grin appeared on his face.

Half-way through the movie, Anna and Steve were now cuddling while Taylor now had his arm around me.

Everything was perfect. I had, with little effort, roped Taylor back in and had hopefully earned some brownie points with Steve that I hoped to capitalize on later.

Until it wasn’t.

After 30 minutes, I shifted in my seat to get comfortable and realized my diaper was now wet, having no clue how long it had been since I had went.

I was stunned. Without even knowing, for the second time today I had wet myself without even knowing, except this time while sitting next to Taylor.

I contemplated getting up to resolve the situation but realized I had no solution to my problem.

I had no real underwear with me and the only form of underwear that I remotely had available was in my (yes, I’ve taken ownership, MY) diaper bag in Steve’s truck.

I did notice that Steve had brought my little brother’s diaper bag in, but there was no way I was going to voluntarily change into one of his Pamper’s.

The thought of conspicuously asking Steve for his keys without subsequent questioning was futile at best.

So, to my demise, I decided to play it out, hoping that my diaper wouldn’t leak onto my dress, much less Taylor.

After repositioning to get comfortable, I laid my head on Taylor’s masculine shoulder. Shortly after, my baby brother fell asleep on my chest.

Being so comfortable made it hard not to fall asleep. My eyes began to grow heavy despite my best efforts to stay awake, especially knowing my history of nighttime accidents.

“What’s that awful smell?” Is what I woke up to Taylor saying.

Gathering my barrings, I looked around to find everyone staring at me. My heart immediately began to race.

That smell… you know, baby powder and dirty diaper, the same one I was all too familiar with at this point, was intensely filling the room.

My secret was out. It’s over. One short nap and everyone finds out that Alexis is nothing more than a freaking toddler.

“Did David have an accident, Alexis?” Anna said as she leaned up in her seat whilest holding her nose.

Oh praise Jesus, it wasn’t me after all! I looked down at the little stinker asleep on my chest and looked back at the group.

“I think you’re right. Steve, can you help?”

Steve looked at me with a quip of hesitation, frightening me that he might say something regrettable.

“Sure, bring him to the guest room and I’ll grab his bag.”

I was so proud of myself, which in of itself was pathetic, but after what I’d gone through, how could I not jump to conclusions?

I carefully pulled myself off the couch while being sure not to display my wet diaper to Taylor and began tracking my way towards the guest room.

As I walked into the guest room, Steve was grabbing David’s diaper bag.

While waiting for him to lay out his changing mat, I curiously felt David’s diaper.

Dry…

As my heart again began to race, I anxiously lifted him to examine his diaper, going as far to even sniff it, desperately praying that I was simply mistaken.

Nothing.

The blood rushed out of my head.

I began to fight back panic as Steve grabbed David out of my hands and laid him down on his changing mat.

Little did he know, he was about to change the wrong diaper.

As Steve looked away, I lifted up my dress and felt the back of my diaper to confirm the truth.

And the truth is what I found.

I was yet again in a soiled dirty diaper.

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The fact that Alexis’ baby brother was more capable of keeping his diaper’s clean than she was rapidly humbled her.

She stood there frozen as Steve’s expression quickly changed as he began to piece the evidence together.

After some time passed, Taylor’s attention shifted away from the conversation that he, Beth, Anna & Candace we’re having as he heard some commotion in the guest room.

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I couldn’t get the image out of my head. Alexis crawling through a playground with her skirt hiked up. The panties that she was wearing were interesting to say the least.

They looked so unorthodox that I almost thought they were diapers which made me laugh.

But the thought of Alexis wearing something so silly quickly dissuaded my irrational conclusion.

All of that didn’t matter as soon as she showed up to my house, though.

I couldn’t stop thinking about what she’d said.

“I think we’re gonna have a lot of fun tonight.”

Hiding an erection after such a subtle comment was embarrassing, but the way she’d deviously whispered it in my ear still gave me chills.

She and I had always dropped in and out of one another’s orbit. Always having a low grade crush on the other before someone or something else got in the way. Whether it was my girlfriend, her boyfriend, or our demanding sports schedule, our potential relationship had never gathered transaction.

Until tonight.

Her comments had quickly garnered my attention, reminding me that there was no other girl that I should be with.

She had always been undeniably gorgeous, but it was her quiet confidence that had always pulled me back in.

Sure, Beth, Anna & Candace we’re hot too. But they didn’t have what Alexis had.

They wouldn’t daringly put their hand on my inner thigh with others in the room.

Waiting in the game room for them to return, I was still trying to recover from the thought of those advances, trying my best to avoid another noticeable erection.

As we all set on the couch talking, the thought crossed my mind that maybe Alexis and I could grab some alone time.

My thoughts were interrupted as I heard some noise coming from our guest room.

“I’ll be right back, you guys go ahead and watch without us.” I said to the girls, hoping they wouldn’t be a cock-block.

As I approached our guest room, the awful smell from earlier mixed with the sweet scent of baby powder became more pronounced. Not exactly the pre-cursor I was hoping for.

As I got closer, I heard the crinkle of diapers, which of course wasn’t surprising. However, what I heard next was.

“Steve, please! Don’t change me in here! Just do it when we get home.”

I froze as I heard Alexis attempting to discreetly shout at Steve.

Did she say, “me”?

“Yeah, that’ll work out well. You gonna go tell everyone we’re going home because I have to change your dirty diaper?”

A long silence ensued.

“Didn’t think so. Arms up.”

“Steve, I’m begging you, just...”

Instantly she was silent.

“Pacifiers work wonders”

What on earth was I hearing? I couldn’t wait any longer as my curiousity finally peaked.

As I turned the corner, what I had heard was proven to be true.

There Alexis laid on her back in a onesie, pacified on the bed of our guest room in a dirty diaper while Steve prepared to change her.

“Ummm, hey Alexis…”

TO BE CONTINUED

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[diapergirlstories]

Oddly enough, it was rather cute. Especially considering his recent & constant denial.

The 18 year old boy had adamantly explained that it was his mom’s fault that he was still in diapers. Never-mind the fact that he hadn’t even graduated out of Pampers to trainers, much less adult diapers.

Oh how he’d complained, ‘my mother wont stop treating me like a little boy!’ or ‘my mother forced me to wear these for no reason’. After so many ‘my mother this’ or ‘my mother that’, I started to think maybe he was right. After all, it’s rather uncommon for an 18 year old boy to be babysat by a 19 year old girl.

But those reservations were laid to rest this afternoon when I woke him from his nap, finding a rather wet diaper. Oh how cute those little red checks of his were while trying (futilely, I might add) to explain that, again, it was his mother’s fault.

I just couldn’t help but giggle as he continued his boysplainining while also assuming the “diaper change” position so obediently. Even after I’d torn the tapes of his diaper, he was still explaining!

As I had begun cleaning his marble sized balls and cute little penis, I let out an unbridled chuckle. It’s funny how even at the age of 18 there’s still commonalities between changing a toddler and him.

It was only after he’d gone on about how after he’d wet the bed as a 10 year old that his mom had forced him “back into diapers” that I’d had enough; pacifying him into silence.

Lying to others is one thing, but lying to yourself? Nah, I don’t condone self-deception. His mom had made it clear that little Tommy here had, frustratingly, never been able to master his potty training.

But later that afternoon, we may have made a breakthrough.

While at the park with he and his mom, little Tommy tugged desperately at his mother’s dress while she spoke with a friend.

I watched silently as Tommy continued to impatiently shift, foot-to-foot. His Pamper peeking ever so slightly out of the side of his shortalls.

I had a feeling I knew what he was trying to ask. The poor boy’s bottom was about to burst!

So like any good babysitter, I figured I’d take him to the potty before his mother’s friend had a front row seat to a freshly soiled diaper and come-apart.

But as I approached, not 15 seconds after the onset of his impetus begging, little Tommy grabbed at his tummy with another on his bottom. Only a whispered, but defeated, grunt escaped his cute lips before the inevitable.

Poor little guys’ bottom bulged straight through his cute little outfit!

His mother, finally taking notice of the commotion, looked over her shoulder.

“Oh dear. Really, Tommy?” she’d said while theatrically waving her hand in front of her nose.

But his mother wasn’t content with the smell being the only confirmation of what little Tommy’s Pamper had in them. Reaching down, she swiftly unsnapped a couple of buttons and Ta-Da! Visual confirmation achieved.

Rummaging through her purse, she found his pacifier, plucking it right between his lips, his pouting turned quiet.

“Sarah, do you mind?”

Of course, no one wants to change a dirty diaper, especially an 18 year old’s. But I suppose I do feel a sense of responsibility.

He’d been so focused on everything being his mommy’s fault that he hadn’t even noticed the suppositories I’d inserted.

Sweeping him up off his feet and settling him underneath my arm, I could feel him finally accepting his reality. The self deception was no longer.

The 18 year old boy, clad in a bulging, brown Pamper briefly looked me in the eye before hiding away in the crook of my neck and shoulder.

He now knew that he not only needed diapers, but belonged in diapers.

[stepmotherslaw]

Aidan’s stepmother sat on the couch beside her stepson. He was a boy of twenty but she knew he wasn’t twenty on the inside. That is why she treated him like a two year old. She did everything for him: made his meals, bought his cloths as well as put them on him and even other things a two year old would need done such as changing his diaper. She also shaved his body regulatory to make it baby smooth. It was because of all this that Aidan sat on the sofa beside his stepmother, wearing nothing but a diaper and a legless onesie, watching a Disney movie. Aidan’s stepmother was watching the movie with him while he hugged his stuffy when she suddenly smelt something. Instantly she knew what that smell meant. “Aidan baby, can mommy check your diaper?” Aidan shook his head before throwing himself down on the couch and lying there. “No!” He said. The way he was lying left his diapered butt sticking up and his stepmother reached out and felt it. It felt squishy and there was a much stronger smell now. “Who’s a stinky boy?” She said as she patted her stepsons butt. Quietly Aidan answered, “Me.”

[stepmotherslaw]

I would like to apologise to @cuddlebugamdmommasnug for using this picture without their permission. The picture was submitted to me and I believed that the owner had given permission for it to be used. From now on please make sure the owner has given permission before you submit a picture to my blog, thank you.

[destinedfordiapers]

Kryptonite

It doesn’t matter who you are. It doesn’t matter what you’ve accomplished.

None of it makes any difference when you’re about to have your diaper changed.

“Gosh, you’re so just so stinking cute, crinklebutt! I cannot get enough of those blushy lil' cheekies when you're looking up at me.”

She’s not wrong. I can feel my cheeks burning with the all-too-familiar shame that defines my new place in life.

Stripped of any pretense of adulthood. Utterly exposed.

There is no dignity in this position.

Not when I’m lying on the kitchen floor, on a changing mat decorated with diapered teddy bears.

Not when my wife towers over me, cooing at me like I’m an actual toddler. I mean, she’s literally looking down on me.

And especially not when my diaper—my thoroughly used diaper—is on full display.

There is no hiding from the truth.

She'll never see me as the man I used to be ever again. I'll never be anything but the adorable, helpless boy with a loaded diaper she's about to change.

That's all I am to her now.

Cute.

Adorable.

Precious.

That’s all anyone in a diaper can be.

"Aww, are you being a silly willy trying to cover up that diapie, hmm?" she says as she tickles my tummy, "Do you think I don't already know you're a poopy boy?"

Ugh.

See what I mean? She used to respect me. Now I'm just a “silly, poopy boy.”

And doesn't matter how many times I've been in this same position. It never gets any easier. That voice never fails to crush whatever dignity I cling to.

It's not the constant crinkling when I walk. It's not how I'm helpless to prevent my diaper from filling up. It's not even the stupid prints on my diaper or the ridiculous baby things she insists on putting me in. It’s not even that voice.

It's this moment right now.

Diaper changes are the culmination of everything embarrassing about my life: the full, brown, soggy printed diaper; the changing mat; the baby talk; the smile on her face.

All while I helplessly wait for her to wipe me clean.

Trust me, I know how it looks. But if you’re lucky, you’ll never know how it feels to be reduced to this.

"Alright, mister, let's get down to business. Time to wipe that stinky tushy clean!"

There is no mistaking the power dynamic during a diaper change. Nobody would ever wonder if the man that's patiently laying in a poopy diaper is in charge of anything.

And she knows it.

You see, everything changed the first time she changed my diaper.

I'll never forget it. The day I ruined my life.

You might be surprised that it wasn't my incontinence or my diapers that started all of this. Nope. She was surprisingly accepting of it all.

Until I asked her to change my diaper.

It was just an innocent request—I blew out my shoulder playing beer-league softball and needed some help.

I knew I was in trouble the moment she kneeled in front of me, my soggy diaper about to burst.

I could see it in her eyes.

That's the thing about diaper changes. The lesson I learned the hard way.

There is no way to avoid looking like a helpless baby when you’re waiting for a diaper change.

It’s not a position for adults.

As soon as she opened her mouth and I heard that horrible, silly voice reserved for babies, I knew there was no going back.

Each tab that ripped was like a nail in my adult coffin. By the time my legs were lifted in the air, I knew the truth.

I was no longer her husband.

So here I am, hundreds of mortifying changes later. Waiting for yet another diaper change.

Waiting for her to rip open my tabs and reveal the mess I made for her.

Wondering if she’ll ever treat me like a man again.

“Wow, baby! This might be your biggest poopoo yet! Luckily you have your diapies to catch all your uh ohs!”

[lilbabyprince]

The 15-minute car ride felt endless as the smell became unbearable despite the open windows. "We're here, baby! Aren't you excited?" Tiffany announced. I said nothing as she opened the trunk and pulled out an enormous stroller, wheeling it to my door. My mouth gaped open in shock, dropping my pacifier. Tiffany opened my door and asked, "Don't you just love your new stroller, Richie honey? You'll be in it a lot once we start daily walks around town." She chuckled at the thought. Before I knew it, I was unbuckled, lifted from my car seat, and strapped into the stroller. Tiffany then threw my diaper bag over her shoulder, pushed me to the front door, and was about to ring the bell when Tiffany's mom opened it.

"Oh my, look at baby Richie in his stroller!" Tiffany’s mom Cathy exclaimed gleefully. "He looks so adorable in that outfit. I'm glad it fits him well. I wasn't so sure of his size , but it looks perfect. His little pamper is even peeking out the top!"

"Thanks, the outfit fits him great," Tiffany replied. "But speaking of pampers , this little guy needs to be changed right away. I can smell that stinky diaper from here!"

I sat quietly in my stroller as they chatted about me as if I were an actual baby. I zoned out for a moment, and before I knew it, Tiffany had unfastened me from the stroller, picked me up, and carried me inside the house. I still didn't understand how she was so strong.

She brought me into the living room and placed me on the floor. "Mom, I need to run to the bathroom quick. Do you mind watching the baby for a minute?" Tiffany asked.

"Not at all, dear. Hand me his diaper bag and I'll change him," Nana replied.

Nana laid me down on a blanket. She removed my diaper cover and gave me a bottle of formula to suck on while she gathered supplies from the diaper bag. I didn't want to drink it, but I had been warned to be on my best behavior or the social worker would give a bad report to the judge. So I reluctantly sucked on the bottle while Nana prepared to change my diaper.

Nana quickly unfastened my diaper, wrinkling her nose as she pulled down the front and commented that I was a very stinky boy who had made big poopies for her. I felt embarrassed as she lifted my legs above my head and thoroughly cleaned me. When she finally finished, she slid a new diaper under me, applied Destin and baby powder all over, and fastened it snugly before pulling up the diaper cover. “All done, babyboy! I bet that feels much better now,” she announced just as Tiffany walked in. “Tiffany, your baby is all fresh and clean,” Cathy said. “How about after he finishes his bottle, we put Richie in his new stroller and take a walk? My neighbor Sue loves babies and would be very excited to meet him.” That sounds wonderful, Mom, since it’s such a nice day out,” Tiffany replied. “Let me just put some sunblock on him and baby Richie can go bye-byes with Mommy and Nana.” She cooed at me.

[daddyslittledarkone-deactivated]

Daddy taped me up after giving me an enema for being mouthy...😵💩

🖤 ABDL/DDLG girl who is diapered 24/7 for Daddy 🖤 Daddy says I’m the best at MESSING my diaper 🙈💩 I receive enemas regularly and love squis

[diaperpunishmentdaddy1991-deact]

We took 2 weeks of vacation to go to Disney World. This year was my wife’s year to pick the vacation spot and shehad always wanted to go ever since i was a little girl.

The first couple days went fine, then on the third night Danielle didn’t want to get out of the pool at the hotel when it was closed at 11. She mouthed off to me when I warmed her there were five minutes until we had to go back to our room, then she mouthed off to the hotel staff when they told us it was time to leave the pool area because it was closed. They told us we could get out in the next five minutes or find a new hotel after tonight to stay at.

I told them it wouldn’t be a problem, went back into the pool to pull her out, dried her as best I could then led her back to our room by the wrist like a naughty little girl.

When we got to our room I warned her to go to bed or miss animal kingdom tomorrow. She decided to start drinking from the bar in the room of overpriced drinks and eventually she passed out in bed.

While she was asleep, I got to work. When she woke up this morning, she took so long to realize what was going on that I had removed her diaper and inserted the double balloon enema nozzle and was inflating the balloons before she realized what was going on. Using the broom as a spreader bar and duct tape to keep her wrists out of the way and body in position worked perfectly, and on her stomach the 2 quart enema would have a chance to work deep and strong.

As she cried and screamed and begged, her body was filled with water until the bag was empty.

I made her stay with her butt in the air and plugged while I explained her new situation. Today she would be left bound and diapered on the bed to contemplate her actions last night while I would be going out to enjoy the park by myself. When I get back to the hotel at lunch time I would change her into a clean diaper and spoon feed her lunch.

Then I would spend the rest of the day out shopping for some additional items we would need for the rest of our vacation.

For the rest of vacation I will be treating her as my baby girl including diapers, mouse ears, kids food, naps and early bedtimes. She will have pacifiers, baby bottles, and any other accessories I decide.

Before I left for my morning with the animals I rolled her onto her back. Put her in the diaper I had gotten from a medical supply store down the street, then deflated and removed the plug. Almost immediately a trickle came out, but that’s it. I knew it would be a few minutes before the mess would start after giving her body 30 minutes to absorb all the water. I kissed her head, told her to have a good morning, and left for Animal Kingdom knowing that my baby girl would be my good little diapered princess for much more then the next couple weeks that I told her.

[dailymommymilky]

“Hi there. Just wanted to check up on you before bed since we got special instructions from your mom about your bedtime routine while you’re on this youth group summer church trip. Aww don’t be shy about it, we’ve had a lot of bedwetters on past trips and I’ll make sure to respect your privacy and make sure no one else finds out. Don’t worry, I babysit all the time and have changed plenty of diapers…”

“Ok, let’s get you layed down on the bed. Let’s see whats in the supply bag your mom packed for us — baby wipes, baby powder, rash cream and more than enough diapers for the entire trip.”

“Now let’s get your pants and underwear off — it’s time for your diaper change and pajamas. No need to feel embarrassed or shy. I’ll treat it just like you were one of the kids I babysit for.”

[stuckindiapers-deactivated20250]

“Well I don’t know what you want me to do sweetie? We are running out of options…”

“Please mom! I’m too old to stay there! Isn’t there an age limit or something…”

“I’m not sure, but if you are 21 years old and still get bullied by 4th graders so bad that you piss your pants, you qualify for daycare HAHAHA”

“I heard that even mentioning their names immediately triggers your bladder to release into your diaper…I mean come on, Sarah, even you have to admit that’s pretty pathetic HAHAHA”

“Alright girls that’s enough…”

“Mom can’t even defend you because she knows it’s true!”

“What do you want me to do Sarah? Put you back in diapers? Imagine what those little girls would do if they saw you wearing an actual diaper…and I can’t send you to the after school care because those girls would just find you there and make you wet your pants”

“Wait! What if I got a job AT the daycare instead? Can you ask Amanda?”

“Yaaa Sarah, because they would totally hire you…you’d have an accident in your diaper every time the toddlers would count to four HAHAHA!”

“Trust me, I already looked through the application requirements and you don’t meet them…”

“What? How?! I use to work at the daycare across town, I would be like the ideal candidate!”

“Ok Sarah, let’s do a quick mock interview…question one, how many packs of pull-ups do you go through in a day, and how long until mom gives up on you and finally puts you back in diapers? EXACTLY…that’s why you aren’t qualified HAHAHA”

“Come to think about it I bet most of the toddlers at the daycare are already potty trained…uh-oh Sarah LOL!”

“Shut up Kiley! Mom tell them to stop….”

“ I don’t know mom..are we sure we won’t run into the same situation where Sarah comes home from daycare instead a SOAKED DIAPER because a few of the three year olds ganged up on her? HAHAHAHA”

“Katie, Kiley? That’s enough…”

“MOM THIS IS SO UNFAIR! Do you know how humiliating it will be getting checked into a daycare as a 21 year old…ughhhh, I’d rather just stand up to those fucking bullies…”

“That ship has sailed sweetie, it doesn’t matter what you do, if it involves them, it will also involve you being pantsed as you wet yourself”

“I heard daycare is really good for little girls going through potty training…who knows, maybe you’ll come out a new woman!”

“Great point Katie…I just hope those big bad three year olds don’t give her too much trouble HAHAHA”

“Moommm! They’re doing it on purpose now…shut up, it’s not funny!”

“Watching my older sister be dominated by some ten year olds as she cries and pisses her pants like a baby? That sounds pretty funny to me! And who knows, if these little run ins keep happening, your diaper may end up loaded with something other than pee HAHAHAHA”

“You are going to daycare tomorrow and that’s final Sarah, because you want to know what’s humiliating? Having to explain to my friends why I had to put my 21 year old daughter back in fucking diapers! Bedwetting? Nope…trauma accident? No! A medical issue? I wish! She’s actually wearing diapers again because she got bullied by a bunch of 3rd graders, SO BAD, that they gave her PTSD and even the THOUGHT OF them, reduces her into a diaper wetting two year old! I mean, talk about a fucking PATHETIC excuse for a girl your age!”

“OMG I’ve never heard your mom get mad like that…”

“I am THIS CLOSE to dropping you off at the daycare tomorrow with boxes of XXL Huggies and telling Amanda to lock you in a fucking crib until you learn how to act like an adult instead of a FUCKING TODDLER”

“Jeeeeezz ok mom, I’ll give the daycare a try…”

“OH MY GOD Katie, look! I think your mom just triggered her PTSD…look at her pull-up! It’s starting to swell HAHAHAHA”

“I can’t wait to visit my big baby sister at her new daycare. How long do you think it will take her to reach the top of the dirty diaper leaderboard? HAHAHA”

[abdlnz]

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[sissydiapergirljade]

🥵🥵The Holiday Part 1🥵🥵

(This story is complete fiction and although i may desperately wish it isn’t, there is no fact or real world experience behind this story)

It had been 4 weeks since I willingly submitted myself to feminisation, diaper bondage and willingly gave up 24 hours of my life and dignity because another sissy told me too. That day after, cumming, pissing and shitting into the pink Disney princess diapers I had laid there in that state crying with embarrassment and contemplating what came next. Eventually I freed myself, hid everything back in the box and released myself from the chastity cage and naturally masturbated several times to the thought of the predicament i just put myself in.

Eventually though I returned to normal life on the Monday and tried to pretend it never happened… until that Tuesday when my phone lit up with a message from Daddy or Sissy Natalie. Nervously I opened the message to see… “Hey there my little baby Jade! So you should know I’ve edited the 24 hour footage of your thrilling weekend and frankly i felt it was far to good to only be seen by me…. So now i’ve posted it on my tumblr and claimed you as my sissy baby cuck!!!” Scrabbling to find the video i found it and again began to cry and become hard as i watched my pathetic self bondage and self feminisation.

I tried to beg daddy to take it down but he simply found my pathetic pleas funny and cute. However for 4 weeks i endured Message after message from mommy doms and daddy doms trying to steal me from Daddy Natalie. I hadn’t intended on being sissy Natalie’s sub let alone a big black alpha dom who only wanted a sissy diaper baby so he could get Bj’s whenever he pleased without resistance!. Eventually after 4 weeks and after countless discussions with Daddy about how i craved demoralisation, helplessness, complete lack of freedom and complete control over my regression I received a message that would change everything.

“Ok my little baby princess, heres how its gonna go. Your going to take 2 weeks off work, buy a plane ticket on the most budget, uncomfortable, poor service, smallest plane you can from Scotland to America, ill send you cloths to wear on the plane, you’ll be prohibited from using the aeroplane toilet and you’ll have to be diapered. You’ll book a room in the dingy motel round the corner from my house then we’ll spend your two week vacation making you the biggest sissy diaper baby faggot cuck ever! This is non negotiable!😈 I’ll send you the package with everything you must wear on the plane, once you have the package I expect you on a flight within days of its arrival…… Im going to have so much fun with you Princess!😈”

So with that I waited patiently and after a week a package arrived just as Daddy said it would. Opening the box in my room, I sat on the floor opening the flaps of the box and as i saw the supplies within a wave of pure fear and embarrassment crossed over me. Reaching into the box i began to take stock of the outfit daddy had constructed for me to wear on the flight, first i was surprised to find lots of long hair extensions which matched my natural hair colour, another large pack of Disney princess disposable diapers, locking plastic diaper cover panties, a box of pink heart shaped padlocks, 3 pink baby bottles, a Pink foam breast form filled bra, a pink puffy sleeved and knee length playsuit with matching pink mittens with locking rings on the mittens and playsuit, an oversized Maxi length pink puffer jacket a pair of bright pink ugg boots, a pacifier attached too a thick sparkly pink strap and finally a note…

“Ok Jade, your clock starts now! Firstly book a ticket on the first flight out of Scotland! Once booked send me proof!. Next you will go to a woman’s salon and tell them you want them to secure as much of these extensions as possible and style them in the most girly way possible! Next shave every inch of your body again! Bring only a small case with a maximum of 3 days worth of male cloths, you won’t be needing them! Now for the travel, i’ve worked it out, your flight will be 8 hours as such you will wear 4 diapers, the locking plastic panties, the foam breast form bra, the playsuit, the Ugg boots and the jacket too the airport and through security! Once on the plane you WILL find the nearest large black man and you will ask him to help you! You’ll take out the heart shaped padlocks and as him to padlock your mittens on your wrists, put a padlock through the locking rings of your play suit and for him to keep the keys to these all flight! You WILL tell him you a pathetic sissy baby who needs an adults supervision and ask him to speak for you, you’ll tell him i want you watching nothing but princess shows and movies on your seat-back entertainment and you’ll ask him to secure your paci gag and lock it on too. I’ve written a feeding schedule on the back of the note which you will ask him to subject you too. For 8 hours i want you drinking a bottle of water every 30 minutes, i have packed 8 packets of Happy Baby baby food which you’ll ask the black man to take out your paci and feed you every hour! You’ll also make it clear to him at the beginning of the flight if he wants to feed you his cum mixed in any of the food or drink he can but your a sexless cuck who is not allowed sexual pleasure or release of any kind, tell him he’s allowed to spank you, cuddle you, humiliate you and control you however! You will not attempt to remove your playsuit or diapers for any reason! You will piss, shit and squirt cummies in those diapers!. Should a flight attendant or security challenge your diapered state i have enclosed a forged doctors note stating you have serious bowel and bladder issues and this flight is you travelling to a specialist to rectify the problem! NEVER REMOVE THOSE DIAPERS! Or I promise you missy! You wont like daddy’s reaction, now princess hop too it, ps daddy loves you xxx”

Reading the note aloud my eyes began to water as fear and embarrassment rushed through my mind, what was i to do! On one hand I wanted to cry and felt the demoralising feeling of what all that would bring but on the other i felt to turned on by daddy’s note that i was oozing precum. Like the submissive little coward i am… i booked a flight almost straight away… hell as if all that daddy wanted me to do wasn’t bad enough i even paid more to book a seat which backed onto the airplanes toilet so i could watch all the normal people walk past to go to the toilet. Sending daddy the ticket confirmation for a flight in 2 days time all i received back from Natalie was “😈 good little princess😈”.

The next day I grabbed the mass of hair extensions and covered up in a baggy hoodie and went to a woman’s salon 2 hours from my house. Walking in the receptionist said “oh i’m sorry sir we don’t cut mens hair” looking at the extensions in my hand and the embarrassment on my face the receptionist then presumed i was trans🏳️‍⚧️ and not just a pathetic sissy. Getting up from her seat she put her arm around me and guided me to a less visible seat at the back of the salon where she took the extensions and then personally began to work on me. “This is a totally safe space for women like you sweetheart, theres nothing to be embarrassed about! Whats your true name precious?” She asked as she expertly began securing the extensions and destroying any masculinity i had. What should i do? If i tell her I’m just a pathetic loser turned on by embarrassment and feminisation against my will she’ll out me to everyone here!? So i had to lie, shame filled me as i simply answered, “uhm I ehm go by Jade” i said using my sissy name. “Adorable hun absolute adorable! Tell you what? Whats your favourite colour sweetheart?” To which my pathetic sissy brain replied with hesitation “pink”. Much to my horror once done with the extension, the woman not only styled them in a manner far more feminine than my short hair but proceeded too then do up my face with 72 hour lasting pink make up!. Eventually after paying and her giving me the most shame inducing pep talk I headed home.

Finally the next day came and i awoke to realise the extensions and make up were still very much in place, whimpering i began to get ready. Laying out the diapers i once again slathered my penis and balls in the numbing cream daddy gave me last time just too cuck myself even more, then i lay down and one by one imprisoned my sissy clitty behind fluffy layer after fluffy layer of thick puffy princess diapers. Once four were on i encased them in the locking plastic panties and secured the foam breast form filled bra, standing in front of my room mirror i ran my hand up and down the front of my diapered crotch as i squeezed and fondled my fake breasts, with no sensation in my crotch and completely unable to feel my rock hard clitty I whimpered as i lifted the bra and slid clothes pegs up and clipped them to my nipples and lay the foam down tight against the pegs. Playing with my fake breasts now i moaned as i felt the pegs tug at my nipples with the movement of my fake breasts. Catching a glimpse of myself moaning in the mirror i hung my head in shame and continued to get dressed. Pulling the playsuit up i felt the tight elasticated legs stop above my knee then the tight feeling around my crotch as the playsuit tightly formed round my diapers, then the feeling of it brushing across my chest as i slid my ams into the arm holes where i again felt the elastic pinch around my upper bicep creating puffy shouldered short sleeves. Finally I struggle to zip the playsuit up but eventually I was enclosed, sliding my feet into the Uggs and enclosing myself in the jacket I zipped the jacket up tight to under my chin to hide my infantile state if dress. Looking in the mirror I was humiliated as all i saw was what looked like an overgrown teenage girl from the early 2000’s. With baby supplies in my hand luggage and the small male cloths suitcase I then took a bus ride too the airport, it was terrifying feeling the eyes of Junkies, real men, woman and children bore into me with every stop of the bus but eventually we reached the airport and as I disembarked a man tried to grab my ass through the jacket but as he squeezed my heavily diapered ass my heart stopped as he then grabbed my arm and said “hey sweet cheeks what you got under there!” To which I cried “Get off me! Please don’t touch me!”. The man instantly let go looking around himself to see that he didn’t look bad and said “jeez dont come out looking so innocent and fuckable then if you aren’t asking for it!” But by that time i’d ran into the terminal building terrified, infact I’d gotten such a fright i was unaware my completely numb little clitty had leaked pee into my diaper. As quickly as possible i checked in my bag and got through security, naturally i had some awkward questions to answer and even presented daddys forged doctors letter.

Still shaken i walked through duty free then sat patiently at the gate on the phone too daddy, messaging back and forth I tried desperately to chicken out. “Daddy im sorry but I can’t do this! Im a man! I wont just ask a random black man too control me for 8 hours! Please let me go home and flight out another day as a man!!” To which daddy was quite clear, “Look jade daddy loves you ok so hear me when i say this….. i dont care what you think ok boo boo? Why don’t i care? Because your a baby sweatheart, your to pathetic and submissive and helpless to be an adult and your far too weak and feminine to be a man so daddy is doing you the mercy of taking control! Now be a good girl and send daddy a self right now in the terminal building so i know your doing what I’ve asked!” So without hesitation I pathetically took a selfie and sent it to daddy. Just as i did the plain began to board, with every step from the gate to my seat my stomach churned thinking about the men that might be sat around me that i’d have too ask to dominate me for the flight i hoped and prayed it was a family man who’d be appalled and try to help set me free but i knew that was very unlikely. Boarding i took my seat at the very back of the plane and sat in the window seat with the toilet block behind me, i watched and watched as the two seats next to me remained empty all the way through boarding and blushed heavily with embarrassment as people stared me up and down.

Thinking i was in luck, my heart sunk as the last passenger to get on the plane was a 6’5 foot tall black man, with arms like tree trunks, a shaved head and dressed in loose fitting shorts and a tight tshirt which showed his adonis physique. “S’up” he said in a deep and scary voice, I simply looked down at my lap and rested my hands on the lap on my long jacket trying to keep the jacket from revealing anything. ‘Oh my god why him!? Hes going to either kill me for being a creep or dominate me without even thinking about it’ i thought in my head as tears of sheer embarrassment came to my eyes. Not looking up I remember head lowered and hands tightly holding the jacket down all the way through take off, until eventually we levelled out and the seatbelt sign went out.

‘You’ve got to get used to doing what daddy tells you! After all, 2 weeks of his instruction, if you can’t follow this one he’ll be angry’ i told myself in my head as I suddenly plucked up the courage to stand up and remove my jacket revealing to the plane my pathetic Baby cuck state of dress. Laying the jacket on the middle seat between me and the man i sat backdown, the playsuit no doing any favours to hide my diapered crotch, i turned in my chair to face the man allowing him to see my adams apple past my extensions and give away yet another embarrassing secret. Taking the remaining supplies from my back i laid them in my jacket between me and him, there lay the matching mittens for the playsuit, upwards of 10 heart shaped padlocks, the pacifier gag, the baby food and the empty baby bottle.

And at that i spoke up, “e…e…ex…excuse me sir! I have been ordered by my Daddy that because I’m a pathetic Sexless diaper wearing princess sissy baby cuck that i am not allowed to look after myself for this 8 hour flight. He ordered that i ask the man sat next to me to ensure that I remained regressed, embarrassed, helpless, powerless and unable to remove my diapers” i admitted as i felt my dignity slip away. “A…a…as such daddy commanded that i ask you to guarantee that I piss, shit and cum in my princess diapers by using these pansy looking locks to lock mittens on my wrists and lock this playsuit on me. I’m not comfortable asking you but daddy is making me, i want to take all this off and he knew that so he’s asking wants me to ask a stranger to lock me in and keep the keys. He has also asked me to beg you to feed me baby food every hour and a baby bottle filled with milk and any of your body fluids every half hour. Daddy told me to stress im a Sexless baby cuck so im allowed no sexual pleasure or release. Will you dominate me sir?” I said as the embarrassment tears rolled down my face, which did nothing to my 24 hour makeup.

“Give me your wallet!” The man demanded, “but i ehm I cant…” i tried to say as the man grabbed my back and took my wallet. Taking out my driver’s license he held the photo up next to me and said “ruin and dominate a white boys 8 hour flight cause he’s a faggot? Sure but am taking that $100 you got here cuck and your going to do nothing” he said taking the money I’d planned to use on a taxi. Whimpering i began to get a horrible feeling about this man but it was too late now, “ok turn round gayboy, lets make sure you don’t get any wrong ideas about whos the man here”. Reluctantly doing as i was told i turned to face my back and the playsuit zipper toward him and used my hand to move the extensions away from the top of the zip. However instead of hearing a click he began unzipping the playsuit to which I panicked and tried to round saying “wait…” but he simply grabbed my puffy sleeved shoulder and stopped me from turning. Zipping the playsuit right down i felt him reach in and cinch the plastic panties waist tighter before clipping a lock on them as well, “oh fuck up, im not interested in fucking something as feeble and weak as you, im ensuring that even if that play suit comes off by some miracle, the diapers dont!” The man said zipping the play suit back up he then clipped a lock through the locking rings trapping me inside. What now?! Up until now i could give in any time, set my own limits, not now!. Turning me back round the man grabbed one mitten at a time and simply man handled my hands into them, as he tightened them and locked them on my wrists he asked, “anything else your evidently more manly than you daddy wanted me to know! Like your faggot name? Were you to be sleeping all flight or reading baby picture books? Tell me!”. I looked him in the eye as I nervously replied, “daddy calls me Jade sir, and daddy said I’ve to watch only princess related shows and movies on the screen all flight sir” as i looked at the row on the other side of the plane watching and laughing at me, crying a little i hung my head which the man would raise as he violently pushed the pacifier gag into my mouth and secured the strap tightly behind my head and padlocked it as well.

To my surprise the man then reached into his hand luggage and pulled out leather belts which he then proceeded to use as he grabbed me, pulled me into the middle seat and pinned my mittened arms to the armrests where he secured them with the belts. I began panicking and moaned as I wrestled against the belts trying to pull my arms away, panicking so much i fussed enough to draw an air hostesses attention. Approaching she spoke before seeing from my nose down, “miss is this man bothering y…..” she stopped her sentence apon reaching the side of the large black man who restrained my wrists, looking me up and down she spotted my adams apple and my pink playsuit with white frills and snorted in derision, looking to the black man the air hostess said “why is this man dress so fuckin pathetically, locked in mittens and restrained to his chair?”.

At that the large man reached over the armrest and my struggling arm and slapped his hand down on my diapered crotch grabbing and squeezing my puffy diapered crotch, i squealed in embarrassment as i expected pain but forgot that the numbing cream meant i was effectively sensation-less down there. However i cried hard as he jiggled his hand side to side with hold of my diapers and penis in his massive hands, “Well miss, this Baby asked me to control IT for 8 hours while on the flight. Apparently it wants to be dressed this way because its not a man, so its dressed in the most pathetically ridiculous way possible. It…. Sorry how rude of me… She begged me to stop her from using the toilet and begged me to ensure she used all 4 of her diapers by locking her in the clothes you see now. She also said shes far to feeble and weak to look after herself so she asked me to control her for her own good” he said looking round at me. “Is that true sir? Or madam?” The air hostess asked me with a sigh and roll of her eyes. Panicking all i could think was ‘no no no i changed my mind let me go! I don’t want this!’ As I violently shook my head with my extesions whipping my faces as i shook my head.

Squeezing harder the man was actually starting to crush my penis, but once again i was numb to this pain, looking back at the air hostess he said “oh don’t listen to her, ask these lovely people they saw her beg me and watch me put all 4 padlocks on her” the big black man said with a smile. Turning to the young couple and their late teenage daughter across the isle from us. To which the 3 of them testified i wanted to be in this position and even told the air hostess I begged and begged. At that the air hostess looked at me dead in the eye and said, “Well LITTLE GIRL you better quiet down and do what your temporary care giver says and be grateful he agree to look after someone weak as you. If you don’t quiet down i’ll be force to have the captain redirect the pain and land to remove you and thats a jailable offence…. You decide” and walked off.

Letting go of my crotch the man began to plug headphones into the screen in the back of the chair in front of me and to my embarrassment clicked Sofia the First the show about the little princess who wears the purple dress…. 4 seasons! God how embarrassing to sit here like this with no choice but to watch it. “Now, shut the fuck up faggot and enjoy your little cucky princess programs. Your first bottle feeding is in 30 minutes. Be prepared to drink the entire 250 ml’s!” And at that he placed the headphones over my ears drowning out everything but the babyish princess show. Each time i looked at anything but the screen he grabbed my cheeks and redirected my face.

After 15 minutes I accepted i was unfortunately stuck and began to just suckle helplessly on my paci as my tears dried into my cheeks and i became mindlessly engrossed in sofia’s adventures. However 5 minutes after that i notice my temporary care giver leaving his seat to go to the toilet with my bottle…. ‘Oh god no! I didn’t think he’d actually make me drink his cum!!!’ I though as i began to try and struggle quietly. 10 minutes later he returned with a the 250 ml bottle with easily 50 ml of cum in it, ‘No Way God no!!! How did he cum that much’ i thought as my eyes began to well up again. I watched as he then poured 150 ml of water in and added 50 ml of baby formula and mixed it up with tea stirrer. Securing the nipple back on he grabbed the keys to the padlocks and undid the padlock on the paci gag and removed my headphones, looking at him i was terrified and mortified, i shook my head as much as my neck would allow but he wasn’t interested and simply grabbed one of my fake foam tits which in turn moved the peg behind it clamped to my nipple cause me to moan and whimper as i began to feel horny. “Gayboy am gonna remove this paci and your going to drink every single last gulp of this! If you don’t….. you’ll never make it to wherever your going when you land because I’ll kidnap you faggot! Now be a good BABY and drink up” he said forcefully as he undid the strap and removed my paci, before i could speak the nipple of the bottle was in my mouth filling it with horrible, disgusting, vile and emasculating baby formula spiked with superior black man cum!. As i tried hard not to vomit and to breath heavily through my nose he played with my foam tits seeing how it made my body tremble since he was effectively tweaking my nipples. Tears once again streamed down my face as the further down the bottle i got the more concentrated his potent, bitter and salty cum gushed into my mouth and slid down my throat. Eventually though the ordeal was over and before i had even the time to regain my breath let alone beg for freedom i was regagged, gag locked in place, headphones back on and having my head pointed back to sofia the first.

Once again after 15 minutes I had ceased resistance and softened into sitting still and quietly watching the little princess. What could i do? My arms were bound painfully to the arms of the chair, even if they weren’t the mittens were tightly locked on my hands so I couldn’t grab anything or escape, there were no other seats to move too to escape my new caregiver accept the one by the window that like a baby i was now not being given the choice of sitting in! Helpless! Pathetic! And above all else… demoralised.

After another 15 minutes came yet another cum filled baby formula bottle however this time the man fed me one of the many baby food pouches i had been told by daddy to eat. God every mouthful was revolting 🤮 i dry heaved with every mouthful and each time my body wrenched my caregiver would threaten me with graphic and detailed threats of how this experience would be my 24/7 365 if I didn’t behave and he kidnapped me. Finally my first feeding was over and once again i was returned to my helpless princess show watching state, however only 5 minutes after eating i began to feel pressure on my bladder and looked at the man with begging eyes as i looked down and tried desperately to point at my diaper with my mittened hands but he simply kept returning my face to the screen, after 10 minutes i could no longer hold it, tears pouring down my cheeks i went bright red with embarrassment as i felt no pressing on my bladder, i may have been completely numb in the crotch but i knew what i’d just done. Trying to hang my head in shame the man once again grabbed my cheeks and pointed my face to the screen, I didn’t know it then but this relentless forced regression while watching sofia the first would create a connection between the show and my current state in my mind that would ruin my life later.

Sitting in the piss soaked first diaper I gradually accepted what was to come, 15 minutes later I willingly accepted the caregiver removing my paci gag and even drank my 3rd bottle without complaint. Slowly i began to realise i had no right to complain…. I asked for this after all. By the time i finished the third bottle my new caregiver began to look like he was enjoying the process of regressing me as he became more gentle, not ramming the paci gag back into my mouth but gently replacing it and once locked back in my mouth he would reach over patting my crotch and whispered, “see isn’t it just easier when you accept your superior cum from an actual man… good little girl!” Before once again returning my headphones and entrancing me in the princess show. For the first 4 hours of the flight I melted into submissive acceptance of the situation I’d put myself in and behaved for the man who began insisting i call him Uncle Jay. However after beginning to behave for uncle jay he had kept my paci gag removed after my 3 disgusting baby food meal at hour 3 of the flight which made it more embarrassing that when flight attendants now spoke to me i simply had to ignore them and keep watching the princess show while Uncle Jay spoke for me.

After the feeding at hour 4 uncle jay would begin to do something I wasn’t expecting, after watching me dry heave and swallow the food and bottle he would reach over unplugging my headphones and removing them from my head as well as turning of the screen. “Ehm did i uhm not eat or drink as much as you wanted me to Uncle Jay? Im really sorry just please don’t punish me i’m embarrassed enough!!” I aksed very nervously as i begged. To my surprise he would also undo the belts holding my arms to the arm rest. “No no no gayboy you’ve been hilariously pathetic and well behaved but I don’t think your daddy will be best pleased if you don’t get some sleep! So i bought something for my girlfriend but i realised its far to pathetic, humiliating and regressive for her… so you will wear it and get some shut eye!” He said taking me under the arm and pulling me up to stand in the area in front of the toilet door while he reached into his backpack and rummaged for what he was talking about. You know you’ve lost all hope of using the toilet like an adult when like me you don’t even try to open the toilet door. At that uncle jay pulled from his bag what looked like a pink rolled up sleeping bag, i blushed and went to shake my head but suddenly stood in the isle he held one end of the sleeping back and suddenly it unrolled and hung in front of him. This was no ordinary sleeping bag, it was a sleeping back cut to be shaped like a princess dress, it had a floor length skirt which was closed over at the bottle like a sleeping bag and was embroidered to look like Princess Aurora’s dress, unzipping the back Uncle Jay turned the open zip to face me and ordered i slip off my ugg boots and step in.

What choice did i have, where was i going to run too. Glowing bright red in embarrassment i slipped off my uggs and stepped into the dress shapped bag which was so soft and poofy inside that it tickled my bare legs from the knee down and felt funny on my feet as i could feel the plane floor through sleeping back. Turning me round uncle jay zipped it up and mortifyingly it did not hide my playsuit encased shoulders entirely. “Now back into the middle seat faggot, its nap time….” Uncle just said manhandling me into my seat again, once sat down i moved the dress shaped sleeping bag skirt around with my mittened hands and said nervously “but im uhm not very ehmmm tired Uncle Jay” to which he pulled out a matching princess aurora sleep mask and placed it over my extension adorned head and covered my eyes. “Nonsense faggot, you’re obviously in need of a nap now be a good girl and drift of to sleep quietly so i can enjoy the rest of my film” Uncle Jay said as he reached round with his right arm and wrapped it round me pulling my head in to rest on his shoulder. How much more demeaning was this flight going to get! I’d already swallowed more cum and baby food than is probably healthy for any adult, restrained to a chair and gagged to watch little girl programs and now i was being forced to sleep in a princess dress shaped sleeping bag over my baby playsuit finery with a princess night mask and a being forced to rest my head on a big butch black mans shoulder!!! I was modified and right there and then i again pissed my diaper, however the diaper was now so wet and full of piss and precum I definitely could feel it.

Unfortunately though i knew i was at Uncle Jay’s whims, and could now hear the 19 year old girl across the isle laughing at me…. If my penis wasn’t completely numb from the cream i’d have realised just how rock hard my situation was making me. Then….. came the worst, most embarrassing, most demoralising and single most humiliating moments of my life. Suddenly cramp began to take over my stomach and i began to feel my stomach churn, i could feel the baby food, baby formula and Black Man Bull Cum mixing in my stomach making it violently upset. Using my mitten covered hands which Uncle Jay hadn’t re-restrained to the chair because of my good behaviour I quickly fumbled the night mask up to my forehead, pushing up off his shoulder I turned and moved to the edge of the seat turning my Sleeping bag princess dress and Playsuit adorned body so my chest was facing him i wrapped on arm round my stomach and tried to reach the sleeping zip with the other. Looking Uncle Jay in the eye with pure fear in mine i said “Look Jason! This isn’t a game anymore, get the keys out and remove the locks quickly! I think im about to explode with Diarrhoea!! Please this isn’t even a part of the kink thing anymore, i dont want to shit myself!! PLEASE!!!! Unlock me you sadistic fucker!! IM NOT A GIRL OR A BABY I WON’T SHIT IN A DIAPER ON A PLANE FULL OF PEOPLE NOW UNLOCK ME!!!!……… PLEASE” I said angrily and in extreme discomfort as i now wrapped both arms round my waste and tried to hold my cheeks together. “Excuse me Faggot! Who the fuck do you think yours talking to like that!!” Uncle jay growled grabbing me by the throat with one of his massive hands. “Ugghh im sorry! Please Jason! Im a Man! I’ll pay you 200 dollars! Just please get this stuff off me!!” I beg as i began to struggle to breath. However with little to no effort Uncle Jay pinned me back into the middle seat and wrestled my mittened hands back to the arms of the chair and once again used belts to restrain them down. Fighting the paci gag into my mouth and tightening the strap as he padlocked it on he then lowered the sleep mask and whispered in my ear.

“You think I’m as weak and dumb as you! You knew you’d need to shit eventually! You just resisted and tried to escape to delude yourself into thinking your not the biggest diaper using sissy faggot ever!!! Now shut the fuck up! Shit your diapers, cry a little then go to fucking sleep!! Sweet dreams cucky” to which he then put noise cancelling headphones over my ears and blasted baby songs like wheels on the bus, baby shark, rain rain go away and more on repeat. Now blind again i tried to curl forward and fight the bowel pain of holding back the diarrhoea but every time i curled forward Uncle Jay pushed me back up straight. Eventually the pressure became too much and with a whale of embarrassment and tears I let go, a huge load of steaming hot and disgusting smelling diarrhoea exploded into my diaper with a very very very loud squelching sound. “Ewwww thats fucking disgusting! That boy wearing baby girl cloths and diapers just shit himself!!! Thats so gross!!!” The teenager girl across the isle said. Which for the next 10 minutes sparked demoralising humiliation and rude and mean comments being flung my way, however like a baby i was oblivious to the discomfort of everyone else thanks to the baby songs and noise cancelling headphones, however tears poured down my face, snot ran down and out my nose and i whaled and cried like a proper baby as all i could feel was the warm, acidic and splurgy diarrhoea moving around my ass, up the side my ass cheeks and all around the diaper.

After about 15 more minutes the humiliation and physical discomfort had fatigued me and without meaning to i found myself fast asleep. How pathetic was I now! Not only was i dressed in the most Pathetic manner humanly imaginable, i was now restrained and asleep in a diarrhoea filled diaper which was so full it had now leaked into the second of 4 diapers and for what?! Because I’m not a man…. I’m most definitely not a man right now! As i slept i was unaware that with each fart more diarrhoea just sorta plumed out of my ass. Whats more pathetic? I was dreaming that i was Sissy Natalie’s daddy, waiting in scotland for him while he suffered the situation I’ve put myself in now following his orders!. However sadly dreams have too end and i was awoken by Uncle jay forcing another bottle into my mouth, as soon as the liquid hit my tongue i gagged hard, this wasn’t cum mixed with baby formula. All i could taste was cum and even….. piss, in a sensorily deprived state thanks to the headphones still playing baby songs and eye mask I couldn’t see but crying and wrenching as i tried to drink this disgusting cocktail I violently tried too get my restrained and mittened hands up to fight jason off. Crying and gagging a lot i, by some miracle, finished the bottle. Removing it from my lips jason raised the night mask and lowered the headphones to my neck. Blinking rapidly to adjust my eyes i felt a wave of embarrassment as I suddenly realised everyone on the plane was stood up looking at me. “We landed 5 minutes ago and tessa there” jason said pointing to the 19 year old, “suggested you’d appreciate a 250ml bottle of purely cum, unfortunately some guys were reserved about masturbating into a bottle so those that didn’t just pissed in it” to which I suddenly began to feel sick and gagged hard as he said that.

With that the plane doors opened and all the other passengers disembarked as they laughed and degraded me. Looking jason in the eyes i said nervously, “well thank you very much for your forceful domination and unwavering control uncle jason but could you please unlock all the padlocks now so i can at least change my diaper…. I think daddy would be more than satisfied with your domination of me thus far but the flight is now over so unlock me now please” i begged calmly trying not to sound like I hadn’t learned my lesson on how to speak to my caregivers. “Cant do that faggot” jason said abruptly.

“The hell you mean you can do that! You cant kidnap and keep me like this !!! I dont consent!!” I growled in a panic. “1. In this state do you really think i need your consent! Look at yourself!! And 2. I can’t because while your were asleep for 3 and a half hours I accidentally dropped the keys in the airplane toilet and flushed them….. ooooops” Jason laughed. “You did wha……” i tried to yell but jason simply stuffed the paci gag back in and secured it tight. Then using his superior strength he unrestrained my arms and put my pink Maxi length puffer jacket back on over everything i had on and zipped it up. He then put everything else of mine in my hand luggage, ugg boots, unused padlocks, bottle, baby food and a card with his phone number on it. Next he lowered my night mask again, put the baby music blasting headphones back over my ears and slung me over his shoulder fireman style. I couldn’t believe this, this had to be a record low, how was i ever to consider myself a man again!. Once off the plane, Jason sat me in a wheelchair and used the belts to restrain my arm to the arms of the wheelchair, feeling my hand luggage dropped on my lap i struggled as much as I could, cried, begged for help, pissed more in my diaper and eventually resigned myself to believing Jason was kidnapping me as i felt the wheelchair glide effortlessly through the airport.

Sure the TSA wont let you carry too large a deodorant on and off a plane incase your a terrorist but somehow Jason got a fully grown man dressed as an overgrown prissy baby girl wearing multiple soiled and disgusting smelling diapers restrained to a wheelchair through without any question!! I was so embarrassed and defeated and uncomfortable I couldn’t even bring myself to scream or moan when we stopped for 15 minutes which i can only assume was the TSA check. Eventually after about 40 minutes of movement i felt the warm fresh air hit my face which admittedly felt good and stopped me smelling my own disgusting diaper however after sitting with the direct sun hitting me for 5 minutes while i smelled cigarette smoke i was sweating profusely under my many layers which made me even more horribly uncomfortable. I assume Jason had me sitting at the smoking area while he huffed a cigarette 🚬 because after that the smell disappeared and suddenly the headphones pulled down.

“Ok Faggot here where we part ways. This taxi guy is holding a sign that says ‘taxi for Sissy Baby Sexless Cuckold Jade’ which can only really be you. Its a wheelchair accessible taxi so your going in like this. Next place you’ll see is where daddy lives! Ive had fun, I’d say i hope you did but look at you….. on the surface you hated it but deep down your wishing i’d kidnap you!” In my head i told myself he was wrong i was a man, i couldn’t spend to weeks like this no! But inside i knew he was right. Feeling his kiss my forehead he added, “goodbye gayboy, hope chugging all that cum of mine has gotten you addicted to me…. If it has and you decide you want to be uncle Jay’s baby forever…. My numbers in your bag….. keep the princess dress sleeping bag and mask…. To remember me by….. and cause you look fucking hilarious in them hahaha goodbye faggot” he finished as he put the headphones back up despite my begging and moaning for more information and seemingly disappeared. With only my sense of smell i had no idea what was happening, i felt the chair go up and incline a smelled a car air freshener, with only that to go on i once again broke down in tears wondering how many people had seen me and laughed since i came off the plane. Off i went to daddy Natalies house…. A pathetic shell of the man who left scotland……

[hiddenbabygirl22]

Ellie has an Accident

For the past week, Ellie had been cutting it dangerously close with her bathroom habits. She often found herself holding it to the last possible moment, rushing to the restroom only to barely avoid an accident. Her mother, Vicky, had repeatedly reminded her throughout the week to take proper breaks, even going so far as to ask during meals or while Ellie was working from home, “Do you need to go potty?” Ellie always brushed off these reminders with an eye roll or a curt, “I’m fine, Mama.”

That evening, however, Ellie arrived home in a hurry, her legs tightly crossed as she ran towards the bathroom, not even bothering to greet her mama. The mother decided to wait until the girl came back out to address her.

“Ellie,” Vicky began, her tone firm but calm, “we need to talk."

Ellie frowned, already sensing where this was going. “Mama, I’m fine. I haven’t had any accidents.”

“Yet,” Vicky replied pointedly. “But you’ve been pushing it every single day. You know that is an unhealthy habit to have."

"I know mom." Ellie harrumphed with a pout.

"Holding it until the last second isn’t just irresponsible—it’s childish. And if you’re going to act like a child, you’ll be treated like one.”

Ellie’s cheeks flushed. “B-but mama, it's been a month without them though!”

“And I’m still your mother, and what I say goes.” Vicky countered. “Now, here’s what’s going to happen. You’re going to sit in timeout on this.” She unfolded a disposable pee pad and placed it on the living room floor. In her hands she held a folded pull up.

“Mama, no,” Ellie protested, her voice rising in pitch. “You can’t be serious.”

“I’m completely serious,” Vicky said. “You’ve been ignoring my reminders all week, so now I’ll make sure you remember. Put this on.” She handed Ellie the pull-up.

Ellie’s face burned with humiliation. “This is ridiculous,” she muttered, but the look on Vicky’s face told her there was no use arguing. Defeated, Ellie retreated to the bathroom to change. When she returned, the pull-up snug around her hips, she avoided eye contact as she lowered herself onto the pee pee pad her mother had placed on the floor.

“Good,” Vicky said, her tone softening slightly. “Now, you’ll sit here for thirty minutes and think about why it’s important to take care of yourself properly.”

Ellie fidgeted awkwardly on the pad, her embarrassment only growing as she squirmed. “Mama,” she said quietly after a few moments.

"Yes, little lady?"

"C-can I have my binky and my necklace?”

Vicky’s expression softened further, and she nodded. This wasn't lawyer Ellie, this was her Elliebear.

“Of course, sweetheart.” She retrieved the requested items, handing Ellie a her blue pacifier and sensory necklace. Ellie popped the binky into her mouth, the soothing action helping her relax slightly as she fiddled with the necklace.

The minutes dragged on, and Ellie shifted uncomfortably. The growing pressure in her bladder became impossible to ignore, and despite her best efforts, she let out a quiet whimper. Vicky noticed immediately, her sharp eyes narrowing.

“Ellie,” Vicky said, her voice gentle but firm, “are you alright?”

Ellie shook her head slightly, avoiding her mother’s gaze. Vicky crouched down in front of her, placing a hand on Ellie’s knee. “Did you have a pee pee accident, baby?”

Ellie’s eyes filled with tears of embarrassment, and she gave a small nod. Vicky sighed softly, equal parts empathetic and exasperated. "Legs up and let mommy see then.”

Reluctantly, Ellie lifted her legs showing her mother a rather soggy heiny. Vicky gently patted the crotch of the pull up. The squishiness crinkling under her hand.

“Oh, Ellie,” Vicky murmured, her tone a mix of disappointment and tenderness. “You can only be a big girl for so long huh?"

"Mumaaaahh." Ellie cried and kicked out her splayed legs.

"You’re soaked Elliebear.”

Ellie sniffled, her voice muffled by the pacifier. “I’m sorry, Mama.”

Vicky pulled her into a hug, rubbing her back soothingly. “Shh, it’s okay, baby. Accidents happen, but this is why I’ve been reminding you to take breaks. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

She guided Ellie to the bathroom, where she carefully removed the wet pull-up and cleaned her up with a warm washcloth. As she worked, she spoke in a soft, reassuring tone. “Next time, when Mama tells you to go potty, you’ll listen, won’t you?”

Ellie nodded, her cheeks still flushed. “Yes, Mama.”

"But I think it'll be pullies and diapers for the rest of the week."

And Ellie could only let out a shamed sob.

[diapydemon]

My College Adult BabySitter

College Girl AB Baby Sitters club

I sighed as I continued the walk of shame up to my dorm. Most walks of shame happened after a one night stand or a night of intimacy with a girl, but I wasn’t even that lucky; the shame of my current trek came from failing an exam. Again. I was already on academic probation, and at this rate, I wouldn’t be surprised if I got kicked out of college.

“College is the best time of your life!” My parents had said before I left. What a load of crap. I felt like I left my life behind in my hometown; since arriving here, I haven’t made any actual friends, unless you count the odd small talk at miscellaneous parties here and there, but those didn’t really count. So far, college has been the loneliest time of my life.

Maybe that’s why when I turned my key to open my dorm room and saw a gorgeous girl standing on the other side, I didn’t immediately kick her out. At first I wondered if she’d somehow mistaken my room for her own, but that assumption quickly evaporated when I saw her organizing things on my desk like she owned the place.

I summoned the beginning of a fake cough that died in my throat to make her aware of my presence.

“Hmm,” the gorgeous woman turned to face me, “Oh, You must be Alex! I’ve heard so much about you!”

I raised an eyebrow, “You… have?”

“Mhmmm, I have. But no one told me you’d be this cute!”

“...Really?” Something about the sweetness in her voice disarmed me while also making me cautious. If someone were to hear her from the hallway, they would assume she was talking to a child.

“Yep! Though, your room is a mess. That’s something we’re gonna have to work on, mister!” She accented her point with a surprising boop of my nose. It was a ridiculous gesture, but it was also the first contact I’d had with a woman in some time…

“Uhmmm,” I tried to blink the shock out of my face, “Who are you exactly? And why are you in my room?”

“You can call me Ms. Grace, and I’m a member of the Adult Babysitters club here on campus. I’ve been assigned to you, sweetie! We’re gonna have so much fun together!”

“Whaaaaa,” was all I could muster.

“Ahhh, you really are so cute! I can just see the gears turning in your little head! Let me explain: There are some people on campus who just aren’t quite ready to be adults, and that’s okay! Trust me, I get it; classes, living on your own, cleaning, cooking, and all this responsibility can be a lot for some people. But don’t you worry your little head because Ms. Grace is here to help!”

Her explanation was ridiculous, but I was focused on something else at the moment: “What do you mean ‘assigned to me’?”

“Oh sweetie, you’re on academic probation and there’s no signs of improvement on your transcript. We’ve also talked to all your teachers to make sure we were making the right decision. It’s nothing to be ashamed of! Classes are hard, especially for little ones not quite ready to live on their own. So my job is to take care of you, so you can focus on your studies. I can also tutor you if you need!”

“So… what does all this care entail?”

“Well, for one, I’m going to help you with cleaning this icky room – it’s nothing the clean-up song can’t fix, I’m sure. Also, I’d ensure you’d be getting enough sleep and staying out of trouble by enforcing a bedtime of 9PM. I’ve also worked a consistent nap time into your schedule, so you don’t get too fussy during the day.”

“Oh good, I thought you were about to suggest something crazy,” my voice dripped with sarcasm.

“That’s not all sweetie. To make sure you don’t get up to any distracting naughtiness, I also have a key to your bathroom. Don’t worry, I’ll help you with bath time to make sure you’re the cleanest possible and I’ll also remind you to brush your teeth before your bedtime.”

Bath time with a gorgeous girl didn’t sound too bad, but I was concerned with something else: “Wait, if my bathroom is going to be locked throughout the day, where will I do my business?”

“I’m so glad you asked!” She pulled a plasticky rectangle with cartoon characters out of a bag sitting by her feet, “You’ll be doing all your business in this diaper! I live just down the hall, so I can come in and check and change you whenever you need! No need to worry about the potty now!”

I narrowed my eyes, “You’re crazy if you’re thinking I’m letting any of this happen.”

“Sweetie,” Grace’s voice hardened, “I don’t want to take this conversation to the Dean. It would be a shame if you got kicked out of college. What would your family think?”

“You wouldn’t.”

“Sweetie,” Grace unfurled the diaper, “we can either do this the hard way or the easy way. Your choice.”

And that’s how I found myself in my current predicament, with a gorgeous girl rubbing baby powder into my groin and taping up a diaper around my legs.

“I just know we’re going to be the best of friends, little one!” Grace beamed at me from between my legs.

[diapydemon]

I graduate this weekend!! 🎉🍾🥳 so here’s a really old caption I wrote a long time ago to celebrate

[muarauder12]

Christian sat in his highchar bawling his eyes out at the scene playing out before him. His 'sister' was getting to make cummies for the third time that day in her soiled diapers and he ached something fierce in his micro chastity cage. He watched as Daddy pressed the buzzy wand against her diaper and heard her moaning in delight as her orgasm buildup had her pushing a fresh wave of shit into her well-packed diaper.

He whimpered and thrust against the crotch strap of the highchair each time he saw her legs tremble in ecstacy. His thrusting was futile though. He knew it would never accomplish anything but making him even more horny. She got to have multiple orgasms most days, meanwhile he hadn't cum in over a year now.

A year since he had begged for his currently life as a permanent chaste sissy baby girl. A year of denial and frustration as his fellow adult baby girl, a former fetish model who now served the role of his sister, got to live out an ideal ABDL lifestyle. A year spent kicking himself for begging for this. The chastity, the diapers, the girlie nursery, the spanking, the humiliation. He had begged for it all. He'd even begged for his meal plan which was the part of his knee life he regretted begging for the most.

He heard fresh moans and looked up to see her filling the seat of her diaper even more. Through his tears he saw the brown stain spread along the diaper as Daddy squished it in his hands, still pressing the vibrator firmly against the front. He knew that after she orgasmed and Daddy gave her a diaper change that her old diaper would end up in front of him on the highchair tray. He had begged to be fed the contents of every single diaper that she filled and both her and Daddy took great pleasure in making sure he gobbled up every single bite.

He had begged for this cruel treatment and there was no way out. A high pitched shriek and some jerking legs signaled that she had finally cum and that soon it would be dinner time for Christian. His tears began anew as his stomach rumbled in hunger. A hunger he really really didn't want satisfied but he knew that he was going to soon have a full belly whether he liked it or not.