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It's just a simple contract...
An Adoption Contract.
You agree that your new Daddy or Mommy is your parent, and you are their baby, in all the ways that matter.
You agree to give up;
Your property
Your fine motor skills
Your bank accounts
Your potty training
Your phone
Your ability to read
Your passport
Your job
You won't need those anymore.
The grownups will take care of everything.
Just sign here
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When Papa conditioned you to have the sleep schedule of a toddler, it seemed like such a good idea. Watching you start rubbing your sleepy eyes and yawn at 6:30 at night was just too cute.
But, Papa didn't fully think through the ramifications for himself.
Early bedtimes mean early mornings. And as adorable as Papa found it to have you waddle into his room at 5:00 am, loaded diaper supported only by your fleece footed jammies, after 3 weeks of early mornings in a row, he had had enough.
Luckily for Papa, he had the perfect solution.
And that's how you found yourself locked in a crib that looked more like an oversized, wooden dog crate every morning. The first two hours of your day devoted to playing quietly with your stuffies and hoping you didn't have to sit in your messy diaper for too long before Papa finally decided to get up and change you.
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Privacy is such an interesting concept within ageplay. Like I think one of the most important things you gain once you become an adult is privacy. So it only makes sense that when you make someone a little that you immediately take away that privacy. There is no part of their body you're not allowed to explore, there's no private moments like a bath or a walk around the park, you can even go as far as setting up a baby monitor for moments where you aren't in the room. And it's very hot, there's something about the fact that you get to see their true selves because there is no self without you. The fact you get to see every emotion, every desire, every little bit that they want to hide is in your hands.
While taking away someone's adult privilege is very hot, I think there is an angle that's even hotter. The reason that most children don't have privacy is because they cannot be trusted to keep themselves safe. So if you convince your little that you need to take their privacy not because you want to see them naked or that you want them to feel your presence. But because without you watching them you need to make sure they're doing something that is safe. Especially if you add in some orgasm control to your play. Like obviously an adult would be able to control themselves and not masturbate but since they are not able to help themselves then you need to take their privacy.
And I love this so much because it's such a contradiction to being an adult. Like giving up your privacy is incredibly dangerous for an adult. So to be convinced that giving up your privacy you are being convinced that the only way to keep yourself safe is to give up something that keeps most adults safe. So when you are faced with the choice of letting a camera be installed in your room then you are asking the question: are you truly an adult or little baby who can't take care of themselves.
It’s insane how much I want to be a bed wetter, it’s so humiliating, but at the same time wholly undeniable.
Going on a work trip? Too bad, your suitcase is going to be filled with padding, because you can’t wet the hotel beds.
Someone is staying over, you have to have “the talk” as you slip into your thick crinkly underwear
Anytime you have an argument with your partner, the next morning the get up to pee while you wake up in a soaked diaper
You can’t control it, it isn’t something you’re “doing” it’s something about you.
You’re a bedwetter - you wet the bed. That’s who you are.
Sleepovers come with having to tell are your friends your going to piss yourself tonight
People have to know, you can’t hide it.
You are a bed wetter.
So deliciously humiliating 😵💫😵💫😵💫😵💫😵💫😵💫
Watching your partner's inquisitive finger as it moves slowly towards the bulging diaper between your legs before being expertly thrust beyond the threshold of the leak guards, you realize that this has nothing to do with checking the condition of your Huggies - they're far too fresh and thick to need a change - this is about control. This is about showing the real man they just brought home how docile and obedient you are in the face of such abject humiliation, how utterly dependent you are on others to deal with even the simplest of bodily functions, and how you really stand no chance of ever being anything more than a diaper soaking little baby for the rest of your life. Now the ruggedly handsome stranger soon to be known as Daddy is absolutely certain that the Pampered plaything in front of him will never be a threat to his manhood - not even a chance.
My little girl wanted to go to a wildlife park. There so many animals 😍 and they seemed to be quite happy. I can only speculate what they thought about her extra special underwear.
PS: There were no people around while taking the pic! We rly care about discretion & not exposing our kink to children.
Wearing diapers outside for all day activities is an important aspect getting used to them as regular underwear.
Hey there I just discovered your Tumblr page. What a treasure trove of info! You rock my world!
A tiny bit about me, I’ve been 247 for about 5 years now, and fully dedicated to unpotty training for about 2-3 years. Mostly focused on urinary incontinence (though I have bowel accidents from time to time as well).
1. Currently I’m at the point where I can still exercise a tiny bit of bladder control if I sense a full bladder before I reflexively wet. It ranges anywhere from 30 seconds to 2 minutes before my bladder muscles give out and I start wetting. My question for you is do you think it is possible to get that number to 0 seconds? (Absolutely no ability to hold it in)? Or is that unrealistic? I realize that even at 2 minutes it’s impractical for me to go without diapers. But even so, I get dysphoric even at the idea of being able to hold it in.
2. I read on another answer you gave that you notice loss of control is irreversible after 5 years. Did you mean 5 years of 24/7 or 5 years of incontinence? Anything I can do to speed things up so it’s irreversible sooner? At this point I know darn well what I’m getting myself into, and I already have to cope with all the struggles that people with “medical causes” experience. (Other than needing to cath). I fully intend to spend the rest of my life diaper dependent, and the sooner I can ensure that happens, the better I’ll be emotionally.
Thanks!!
Hey there I just discovered your Tumblr page.
Hey jessm5! Welcome!
What a treasure trove of info! You rock my world!
I'm really glad it's helping! Thank you for the lovely compliment.
A tiny bit about me, I’ve been 247 for about 5 years now,
Congratulations! That's an impressive job.
and fully dedicated to unpotty training for about 2-3 years. Mostly focused on urinary incontinence (though I have bowel accidents from time to time as well).
Totally understandable! Do be advised that UI considerably increases the chance that you are going to develop FI whether you specifically aim for it or not, due to shared muscle groups.
My question for you is do you think it is possible to get that number to 0 seconds? (Absolutely no ability to hold it in)? Or is that unrealistic?
I don't think it's unrealistic! I have been in diapers continuously for a little over eight years, and I cannot hold at all. After you reach the point where you don't have enough control to give you any meaningful benefit, and therefore have no reason to retain it, my experience has been that the residual control continues to slope downhill.
Eventually it becomes so weak that you can't feel whether you're using it or not, can't perceptibly contract the relevant muscles, and lose muscle fibre from atrophy, permanently putting an end to your ability to exercise that kind of control.
even so, I get dysphoric even at the idea of being able to hold it in.
What do you mean by 'dysphoric' here? While I'm not offended by it, body integrity dysphoria and gender dysphoria are obviously two different things; I'm worried that intermingling the terminology without clarification will muddy the waters. However, I absolutely understand vehemently and viscerally not wanting to hold it in.
I read on another answer you gave that you notice loss of control is irreversible after 5 years. Did you mean 5 years of 24/7 or 5 years of incontinence?
Good questions! A very precise definition of what I meant would be: if through untraining someone's level of control drops to a certain point, and doesn't rise above that point again within at most 5 years, for a variety of reasons it is (IME invariably) not possible for them to regain more than that degree of control over any timescale.
"5 years" is a rule of thumb. Irreversibility of loss of control sets in through a variety of different mechanisms depending on the person and their specific untraining process; 5 years after continence loss is just the horizon after which, IME, 100% of people are not able to effect a perceptible change in their continence.
There are definitely nuances, and those nuances are interdependent, such that this rule of thumb applies exactly as written to precisely two continence phenomena:
day wetting prior to the onset of bedwetting;
messing.
Other continence situations tend to operate under slightly different rules:
Bedwetting is reliably irreversible much sooner than 5 years after onset. By the time it becomes a relatively predictable phenomenon happening at a consistent interval, bedwetting is, IME, always irreversible. Exactly how long after onset bedwetting tends to become irreversible is something I haven't yet established. I've known one individual who was able to fully reverse bedwetting and day wetting after about 3 months of irregular accidents.
On the other hand, I've known a couple of individuals who went cold turkey after literally their first wet night, but who nonetheless experienced subsequent bedwetting progression at about the same rate and severity I've observed it happen in people who stayed in diapers, and who were not able to meaningfully halt or reverse it.
After the onset of bedwetting, pantswetting rapidly becomes partially irreversible. I've written about this before, but I have some experience of people who retrained from a point after they became bedwetters. The most continent people in that group had what can probably be called toddler/preschooler continence: they were always still bedwetters; they virtually always had stress UI and random wetting accidents, and would often wet themselves if their attention was distracted. Over 9 in 10 reported wetting themselves if they were startled. About 1 in 2 reported at least some circumstances under which they would not be able to control their bowels; slightly fewer than 1 in 5 reported that they would involuntarily fill their pants if scared or startled. Greater than 3 in 5 still had to wear diapers for need for at least some proportion of the day.
Anything I can do to speed things up so it’s irreversible sooner?
Depending on how your loss of control has progressed, it may already be irreversible. 5 years is the longest-reasonable time to irreversibility, not the median. I have corresponded with at least one person who made an attempt to retrain approximately 2 years after losing continence and got absolutely nowhere.
For me personally, after I developed untraining-related UI sometime in the first half of 2013, while I maintained residual control for a good while, I was never able to actually meaningfully reverse my loss of control; by June 2013 I couldn't stay dry for long enough to be out of diapers, and I have never gotten above that level since. I had well-developed FI by early 2015 and was able to reverse it somewhat when I tried in late 2015, but not when I tried again in early-to-mid-2016.
At this point I know darn well what I’m getting myself into, and I already have to cope with all the struggles that people with “medical causes” experience. (Other than needing to cath).
And other than that you want it and they typically don't :P
I fully intend to spend the rest of my life diaper dependent, and the sooner I can ensure that happens, the better I’ll be emotionally.
You mentioned that you've been untraining for 2 to 3 years and that you have what I would characterise as trace bladder control. Has your bladder control been like that for 2+ years? If so, I wouldn't worry; while you might still have the capacity to regain some vestigial control if you were inclined to do so, it's extremely unlikely that you still have the capacity to get dry enough to get out of diapers, and if you're also a bedwetter the probability only increases. I would say that for you, diaper dependence is pretty comfortably in the bag.
Thanks!!
No worries! I really hope this post was helpful!
A devoted wife is a diapered one. If you were unlucky enough to be potty trained, the best time to start your new life in diapers is on your wedding day. The excitement of your special day will have you so busy you won’t even have time to think about what you’ve done in your pants, or the fact that you’ll never use a toilet again.
Wearing your diapers openly is a great way to start conversation. Explaining to strangers why you’re in a diaper gives you a chance to talk about the benefits of diapering for women.
When talking to single women, really try to emphasize the positives of wearing diapers. They have no-one to make the decision for them and need lots of encouragement to get started.
When talking to men or couples, make sure to answer any question truthfully, no matter how embarrassing. Don’t worry if their wives or girlfriends seem uncomfortable with the idea. Their opinion doesn’t matter.
As a mom, you need to both set a good example for your daughters, and show your sons how a proper woman behaves. By wearing your diapers openly, you’re showing them that you’re not ashamed to be diapered, and that a good wife and mother is a diapered one. It’s very important that they see that mom isn’t above the household rules either, and that while you might be their mother, you’re still too far too stupid to do simple things like use the toilet.
Think I need a change… or a booster🫣
I laughed. Hard. I mean like, there's really no other way to respond to something so... I don't know. Bizzare? Pathetic? Hilarious?
"Jesus, Sammy. You were always such a fucking baby at work but this is just too perfect."
The other girl recovered from her shock and buried her red cheeks in her hands.
"Aww, why so shy, princess? Did you have a little accident while Mommy and Daddy were playing wrestle?" It was absolutely pathetic. I only made her stay in the guest room for a few hours so I could enjoy a good fucking from her BF without listening to her subby moans.
She didn't answer, too busy squirming and crinkling in a world of humiliation.
Not that I really needed an answer of course. It was pretty obvious the little masochist had pissed her cucky pamps listening to a real woman with her man. It was just so damn fun to tease her. Weirdly, it was making me want to go back for round five...
I leaned forward and pulled her hands away from her blushing face. It was so easy to overpower her I almost felt bad. Almost.
"Aren't you glad I bought you those pretty pink pampies," I cooed. I bought them as a joke after she pissed herself over my knee a few days ago. Definitely worth the purchase.
She refused to look me in the eye, lips screwed up tight, trembling.
I grinned. I knew exactly what was going on in that little subby brain. "Do you like Mommy's boobies?" I asked sweetly. I saw her eyes flicker over my larger, fuller breasts, confirming my suspicion. "You do, huh?"
More pitiful mewling.
There was something deeply satisfying about making Sammy so embarrassed she couldn't speak. I laughed, letting her go. I pulled out my phone, snapping off messages to her.. my, boyfriend. I'm hungry. Lets go get something to eat, just the two of us.
What about Sam? he responded.
I looked down at her again. She was trying to be sneaky about it, but I could tell she was gently rocking back and forth on the mattress, lightly rubbing her cucky clit against the swollen front of the diaper. It was kind of adorable, like in a desperate, sad kind of way, trying to get off in front of her boyfriend's new lover.
Don't worry about her, babe. I replied, surreptitiously snapping a few pictures. Poor thing is taking a nap. It's actually pretty cute. We should probably get some more diapers while we're out though, I think she peed in her sleep.
The girl on the bed had her eyes closed now, cheeks flushed in that familiar way, softly moaning.
My phone buzzed. Lol. Sounds good. I'll go start the car.
I smiled and pocketed my phone. "Okay, Sammy. Mommy and Daddy are gonna go out for some grown-up time. That means little baby has to stay here and be a good girl, got it?"
Her mouth opened to finally protest but I cut it off by tossing a familiar, worn pillow into her lap. Her face went fire-truck red as she recognized it.
"Here, hon. You can play with your princess pillow while we're gone." I turned and walked to the door, hesitating in the frame. "Oh, and Sammy?"
She finally peeped up in a small, tremulous voice. "Yes, Mommy?"
I smiled softly, strangely warmed by the shameful obeisance. "Try not to leak too much, or next time I take Daddy out little Sammy is getting a sitter. Have fun, Soggypuss!"
I shut the door and stood there, waiting expectantly. Not 5 seconds had gone by before the mattress started creaking and excited, frantic crinkling noises drifted through the door. I chuckled quietly. She was definitely going to need that sitter.
Discipline Program for Bedwetters
Note to the reader: I was sent this wonderful essay by a good friend and I felt I should share it with my fans here. I know many mommies will find it extremely useful.
The Program
B.D. (Bedwetter Discipline) is a disciplinary regime whereby a chronic adult bedwetter is returned to diapers using various techniques of humiliation, embarrassment, and creative shaming. It should be undertaken only after other methods have failed. It is assumed that medical treatment has proven unsuccessful. Responsibility for managing the problem is taken over by caregivers or their designee in a manner that emphasizes practicality and convenience while ignoring the concerns of the bedwetter. It is understood that a loss of independence, privacy and dignity is inevitable on the part of the bedwetter, however the gains of the program more than justify these insignificant embarrassments.
Types of Diapers
Although disposable diapers may be considered more convenient, for the purposes of this program, cloth diapers and plastic panties are preferable for the following reasons: 1.They allow the bedwetter to feel wetness after urination. 2. The bulk between the legs serves as a constant reminder to the bedwetter that he is wearing diapers. 3. Cloth diapers necessitate the use of accessories such as diaper pins, plastic or rubber panties, baby powder, and diaper bags. For the purposes of humiliating the bedwetter, the use of these items is more desirable. Extra diapers can be added to increase absorbency, prevent leaks, and to add bulkiness under outer clothing when out in public. In addition, cloth diapers can't easily be hidden under night clothing such as onesies or pajamas. Adult-sized cloth diapers are available in several styles; a pre-fold pin-on type is recommended (about two dozen) along with cloth baby diapers for use as liners/inserts. Adult sized plastic or rubber panties are easily obtainable, both in snap-on and pull-on styles. They are available in plain white, semi-transparent, pastel or nursery prints. Nursery print plastic panties are highly recommended and readily available also. If pastel plastic panties are to be used, pink is the preferred color. Six to ten pairs of assorted plastic panties are recommended for the initial layette.
A multi-sensory experience for the bedwetter is desirable and best served by wearing cloth diapers. Four of the five senses are acutely engaged in the process. They are:
Touch (bulk against the skin and a sense of wetness).
Sound (the crinkling of plastic or rubber panties when walking).
Sight (bulkiness, whether or not clothing is worn over the waterproof panties).
Smell (of plastic or rubber, baby powder, and a slight scent of urine eventually acquired by hand washed diapers).
Breaking the News
By the time the bedwetting adult is informed of the decision to return him to diapers (we will refer to the male gender, as most bedwetters are male), diapering supplies should already be on hand. They should include as a minimum, diapers, diaper pins, diaper bag, waterproof panties, diaper rash cream and baby powder. The bedwetter's bed should always be protected by a plastic sheet or rubber sheet. Allowing him to examine the products beforehand will reinforce the fact that the decision is firm and final; and while reasons can be discussed, it should be emphasized to the bedwetter that the decision is final and not negotiable. Allowing the bedwetter a few hours to contemplate the inevitable return to diapers may ease the transition, but that should be of no concern to the caregiver. If necessary, he should be informed that any resistance on his part will result in immediate punishment.
Reasons to wear diapers include:
To prevent wet beds and odor
To improve sleep by eliminating the necessity to change sheets during the night
To lessen disruption to the household
To reduce the volume of laundry
To emphasize the practical consequences of bedwetting
To supply incentives to attain dryness
To humiliate the bedwetter for his childish behavior
To remind the bedwetter he is acting like a big baby
The Routine
The bedwetter should be informed that he will be expected to cooperate in the following regime: At a specific time each evening, (7:00 pm recommended) he will make himself available in his room (or other designated area) for his diapering. It will be emphasized that there are absolutely no exceptions to this regimen; not even when visitors are present. Consistency is crucial. It will be explained that others will be in control of the adult bedwetter until he is ready to control urination by himself. This may include wives, girlfriends, adult babysitters, co-workers or any other designees.
Management and Punishment
It will be explained to the bedwetter that being returned to diapers is a enuresis management strategy, and that management options may include punishment at the discretion and convenience of the caregiver.
Diapering Supplies
While basic supplies will consist of the items mentioned above, other useful additions will include a changing pad, a diaper pail, and baby wipes. Ideally, the bedwetter's equipment will include a changing table. A six-foot long folding worktable is ideal for this purpose, and can be fitted with a blanket and changing pad. A shelf can easily be added between the table legs, and can be used to hold diapers and other supplies. If discretion is desired, a blanket can conceal the diapering supplies; however, it is recommended that they remain in plain sight.
Terminology
The bedwetter's diapers should be straightforwardly referred to as such, and other equipment should be referred to by name, i.e., changing table, diaper pail, diaper pins etc. It is permissible to refer to his plastic or rubber panties as 'baby panties' because of the wide use of the term in the vernacular.
Diapering
At the appointed time, the bedwetter will position himself upon the changing table. At this point he will be wearing just a T-shirt. A set of diapers will have been prepared by combining an adult diaper and one or more folded cloth baby diapers as inserts. The diaper will be powdered, and slipped under the adult's backside. Powder will be applied to his frontal diaper area, and then the diaper will be raised between his legs and tightly secured back to front with diaper pins. His plastic panties will then be slid down his legs with one hand, while holding both his ankles with the other hand. After making sure all the cloth is contained within the panties, he will then be free to remove himself from the changing table and rejoin the others in the household. If pajamas or track pants are permitted, he can then put them on, although it is recommended that his diapers and baby panties remain uncovered.
Discipline
Disciplinary authority can be accorded to each caregiver, or they can report to a central figure.
Post Diapering
The diapered adult will be expected to carry on as normally as possible prior to bedtime. He will not be allowed to 'hide', but might be asked to do chores such as hand-laundering diapers, hanging diapers and plastic panties on a clothesline, rinsing his diaper pail, etc. He will be expected to answer any questions posed by visitors in a truthful and straightforward manner. For example, "I'm wearing diapers because I wet the bed".
Teasing
There is bound to be some teasing on the part of visitors or their friends. This is inevitable and minor teasing will serve as motivation to become dry.
Babysitting
Once diapered, the bedwetter needs to be supervised by the caregiver or another adult. It is permissible, in some instances, to ask friends to undertake this task, or even someone unknown to the diapered adult, as long as professionalism is involved. Disciplinary authority is to be in accordance with the guidelines listed above under 'Discipline'.
Sanctions
Even before being returned to diapers, the bedwetter must understand that his cooperation is required and expected, and that failure on his part to submit to the process will bring severe punishment followed by forced compliance. Punishments may consist of anything from loss of privileges, to spankings. The use of a paddle, whether made of wood or lexan, is highly recommended. Most caregivers who have had to resort to spankings for non-compliance have not had to repeat the punishment. The adult bedwetter quickly learns that he is in a no-win situation. He will be spanked and diapered regardless who is present. Severe sanctions should be reserved for only the most serious infractions, i.e., non-cooperation in the diapering process, and unauthorized removal of diapers.
Frequency of Wetting
While each case is different, studies have shown that once returned to diapers, the average bedwetter will initially wet more often. Usually twice weekly wet beds might translate to five or even seven nights of wet diapers. The phenomenon is not completely understood (perhaps shame, perhaps security), but it is known that after approximately three months, the dryness achievement rate approaches that of untreated bedwetters, then quickly overtakes it. About 80% of adults in the Bedwetter Discipline program achieve dryness within six to nine months. The program may suspended when an adult has been dry for thirty consecutive nights, however, some caregivers prefer to extend the program, depending on the situation. For instances, many spouses who are married to sissies, often find that diapers are not only practical, but appropriate daily wear and continue their usage long after the bedwetter's behavior has improved.
It must be remembered that this program is a zero tolerance program. Any recurrence of bedwetting will require that the adult bedwetter re-enter the program. Some adult bedwetters never achieve dryness. If bedwetting continues beyond six months, then the bedwetter is to be removed from the Bedwetter Discipline program and entered into the more advanced B.H. program (Bedwetter Humiliation). Among other things, this will result in the bedwetter being diapered 24/7.
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“Lift up your skirt for us, hun.”
Samantha’s cheeks flushed at the humiliating order. She knew what was expected though, and meekly did as she was told.
Her Daddy flashed her a smile that made her heart flutter and turned to the woman standing beside him. “See?” He said, gesturing to Samantha. “I told you she wouldn’t try to take it off.”
The woman shook her shining almond hair and laughed. “I know, I know, but it never hurts to make sure. Babies do all kinds of silly things when they aren’t being watched.” She turned to look at Samantha. “Isn’t that right, Sam-Sam?”
Samantha shifted uncomfortably under the taller woman’s gaze and looked away. “Yes, Mommy…” She didn’t like when the other woman used her husband’s pet name for her. It was something special he’d given to her, and it filled her with fuzzy feelings of affection. Hearing it from the mouth of her Husband’s lover still felt wrong, even months later. It still gave her the fuzzy feelings though. Samantha didn’t know what to make of that.
She wasn’t even sure how she ended up like this, dressed in this humiliating toddler’s outfit. They’d dressed her up in what was probably one of the frilliest baby dresses in existence, with a skirt barely able to contain the massive bulk the cloudy white diaper underneath. Topping off the ensemble were the newest additions to her increasingly large collection of infantile accessories, a fat pink pacifier and baby pink bonnet, securely tied about her chin to prevent escape from that particular humiliation.
Samantha’s life had drastically changed when she and her husband had gone out drinking one night, back when she was allowed to do big girl things. One drink had led to another, culminating in a drunken stumble back home in the company of a brunette tigress. Samantha couldn’t remember how or why Mommy had ended up with them. The only thing she actually could remember about that night was crying in wet jeans over the other woman’s lap. Apparently, at least according to Mommy’s version of events, they’d all been about to do “adult stuff” in the bed together when Samantha lost control of her bladder like the overgrown toddler she was. She’d soaked half the bed and ruined one of Mommy’s favorite dresses with her accident. After teaching the sobbing girl a lesson in self-control at the flat of her hand, Mommy sent the chastened Samantha to stand in the corner and think about what she’d done while the adults were about their business. The memories of what came after that made her feel squirmy in a strange way. Wet slapping sounds and moans had filled her ears as Mommy and Daddy “played wrestle” behind her while she whimpered in the corner. Submissive by nature, Samantha had just stood there leaking into her soaked jeans while the more dominant woman enjoyed her Husband’s thick cock all night. They were content to leave her there, and when Samantha woke up the next morning, she was still in the corner with her wet jeans, and Mommy was in Samantha’s old bed, curled up in her husband’s arms.
After that, Mommy and Daddy had exchanged numbers with Samantha watching on in nervous silence. She probably could have said something then. But for reasons unknown to her, she hadn’t. Instead, Mommy and Daddy began seeing each other more and more frequently. Samantha’s position in their relationship diminished with every visit. Maybe it was because she was naturally a timid girl, or perhaps it was the dampness elicited by their treatment that kept her docile and quiet. On their next group date, Mommy had brought a bag of princess-styled pull-ups that she insisted Samantha wear “for her own good.” Shockingly, Samantha’s husband supported the demand. It wasn’t long after they started coercing her into call them Mommy and Daddy.
Sippy cups and bottles replaced her cups. Dramas and browsing on her phone were replaced by coloring books and bright cartoons. Bath salts and fragrances were replaced with bubble-bath and no-tear baby soaps. Martinis and steak dinners became fruit juice and chicken nuggets in the shape of animals. Pull-ups during dates became thick, humiliating adult diapers 24-7. Expensive silk lingerie and revealing thongs became wonderfully frilly dresses and soft infantile onesies. Sex with her husband became a degrading exercise in subservience. She always had to ask her new Mommy for permission, which usually resulted in copious laughter and a night of desperately humping the aptly named pillow “Mr. Squishy”. Even when she was allowed access to her husband’s body, she was so sensitive and excitable from the weeks of denial that she was a whimpering mess within minutes. Her lack of stamina and soft muscles were far cry from Mommy’s incredible stamina and toned body. And now Mommy was living with them, sleeping in the same spot Samantha had occupied in her Daddy’s bed while she herself had been relocated to the bright pink nursery Daddy had created in the old guest room.
Samantha let out a squeak as Daddy lifted her up.
“Dinner time, squirt.” he said cheerfully, throwing his infantilized wife over one strong shoulder.
“What are we eating?” Samantha asked softly, blushing as she caught Mommy smirking at her.
They entered the kitchen and Daddy lowered her into her high-chair. The chair was made of wood and painted an embarrassingly childish purple, with a clean white arm-tray to lock her in place when secured. The chair was easily big enough to hold her and then some, the extra size devilishly created to make her seem that much smaller to anyone who cared to look.
“Well, Mommy and I are having pizza.” He said, sliding her legs in and locking the hinged arm-tray to secure her. “And you,” he smiled, “are having yummy yummy veggie beef stew.” He picked up Samantha’s bib and brushed her long hair out of the way to fasten it behind her neck.
Samantha pulled a face. She wouldn’t have minded regular beef stew but the strained mash she was fed was far cry from the real thing. “Can’t I just have pizza, Daddy?”
“Don’t pout, Sam-Sam.” Daddy said. “Veggies are good for you. You can have some pizza after you eat those, kay?”
Samantha sniffled but reluctantly agreed. “Okay, Daddy…” At least she would get to eat some adult food tonight. Many of her meals now consisted of soft baby mush or cut up fruits and veggies. A lot of it actually tasted pretty decent, but she missed having the grown-up pleasure of chewing your own food.
His face brightened and he reached over to rub her hair. “Good girl!”
The brief contact made her eyes glaze over with bliss. Her diaper grew damp, and she unconsciously started rubbing against the fluffy mass between her legs.
“Careful, hun.” came Mommy’s voice, “Don’t get her too worked up. Just look how flushed the poor thing is.” The other woman’s lips pouted in mock sympathy, and she sauntered over to take the seat next to Samantha. “Why are you so blushy, princess? Do you have a fever?” Her Mommy smiled, pointedly glancing at Samantha’s gently rocking hips.
Samantha noticed what she was doing and stopped immediately. “N-no Mommy.” She sputtered out. Her face burned even brighter. Her libido was so out of control these days she was willing to degrade herself for the slightest hint of gratification. It wasn’t fair, Samantha thought. She was only in this situation because she’d gotten drunk and wet the bed one time, and this… woman had taken things far beyond the realm of reason. For a brief, defiant moment, she thought about tearing off her childish outfit and pointing it out to her self-proclaimed Mommy. It only took another milliseconds thought for that scenario to be thrown out with the bathwater. Defiance would only lead to another spanking and a lesson in her own subservience. A trickle of pee leaked out as the image of her bent over Mommy’s lap, futilely screaming and kicking, flashed through her thoughts.
With a final pat, her husband took his own seat across from his lover. He grabbed the glass of wine off the table and poured himself and Mommy each a generous glass. Smiling mischievously, he reached for the sippy-cup in front of Samantha and filled it with grape juice. Then he picked up the wine bottle again. “Look, Sam-Sam. You can be a big girl like Mommy.” Holding the cap in place to prevent any from actually splashing out, he tilted the bottle over as if was pouring it.
Mommy laughed at the joke, but Samantha merely sat there grumpily and took the sippy-cup as it was handed back.
“Okay, kiddo, nummy-time.” Samantha’s Mommy uncapped the jar of baby food and stuck a tiny, baby-blue spoon into it. They always used actual baby utensils when feeding her. Samantha hated it. The small size just made her meals take that much longer.
Samantha’s mouth operated on auto-pilot as the more dominant woman shoveled spoonful after spoonful of unappetizing mush between her waiting lips. Fighting it would only lead to another punishment later and it was better to get it out of the way as fast as possible. Sometimes the other woman would miss purposely and tut at Samantha for her clumsiness. As always, the end result was a painting of smears and stains on her face and bib. After what seemed like an hour, the jar was finally empty. Mommy patted her face clean with a napkin and grudgingly handed Samantha piece of pizza.
With the “baby” of the family taken care of, her Mommy and Daddy began to talk about work, different projects they were working on, hobbies, etc. Samantha struggled to keep up with the conversation as they ate. She didn’t know more than half of what they were talking about. Once in awhile one of them would flash her a grin or giggle, but they didn’t pay her much mind. The most attention she got during the meal was when her Mommy nonchalantly slipped a few fingers into the legband of Samantha’s diaper for a check. Like normal, she was more than a little wet, but the diaper was deemed satisfactory for another wetting or three before Samantha needed to be changed.
When the meal ended, her Mommy and Daddy pushed back their chairs and helped Samantha from her own confinement. Her Daddy lowered her to the floor and had her crawl after them as they walked to the living room. Samantha’s skirt rode up as she crawled to show the slightly yellowed padding of her diaper.
“What movie are we watching tonight?” Daddy asked, taking a seat on the couch.
Mommy sat next to him, snuggling up close and shooting Samantha a superior look. Mommy didn’t like when Samantha sat on the furniture, claiming it was just a leaky accident waiting to happen. Even sitting like an adult was now off-limits to the deposed wife. Samantha felt a pang of jealousy as she crawled to her own designated spot on the floor, a velvety soft nursery blanket decorated with letters from the alphabet and baby animals. Mr. Squishy and her stuffed animals were there too, of course.
“I was thinking something… racier? You know… to get us in the mood for later.” Mommy purred seductively, finger tracing the soft skin of Daddy’s neck.
Samantha bit her lip jealously and made an unhappy noise. Both at the helplessness she felt, and the fact that they weren’t going to be watching Beauty and The Beast like Daddy had promised. She was so far gone she didn’t pause to consider that the movie in question may be less important than her Husband’s blatant infidelity.
Samantha’s daddy leaned back and enjoyed the efforts of his lover’s attentions. “Mmm, sounds hot.” He murmured through lidded eyes.
“B-but Daddy,” Samantha whined. “I thought we were gonna watch Disney tonight?”
He lifted his head in remembrance and gently pushed Samantha’s mommy away. “Oh, that’s right! I forgot, sorry about that kiddo.”
The other woman’s lip curled with displeasure and Samantha felt a thrill of triumph at the small victory. That thrill turned to confusion, then to dismay a moment later as her husband stood up to retrieve Samantha’s tablet. It was always kept on the top of the book shelf now, too high to reach. Little girls shouldn’t have access to electronics and the internet unsupervised after all.
He squatted down to unlock the device and handed it to Samantha. “There, now you can watch your movie, and Mommy and I can watch ours.” He grinned and ruffled her hair before sitting back on the couch.
“What a great idea,” Mommy crooned gleefully. “What I had in mind wasn’t really appropriate for Soggy Sammy anyways. She probably wouldn’t know half of what was going on.”
Samantha lowered her head in defeat and watched as her already sodden diaper swelled just a bit more to accommodate the stream of pee elicited by the degrading remarks. Thoroughly demoralized, she laid on her stomach and started to watch. The opening music was just beginning to play when the “adult’s” movie started.
Mommy’s “racier movie” turned out to be a full-blown pornographic video.
Samantha knew what she was supposed to do. She was supposed to be the humiliated, beta-female in the house. The degraded wife, diapered and infantilized, expected to play out that role and watch her age-appropriate movie like the good submissive girl she was. So as the vulgar moans and grunts began emanating from the television, Samantha did her best to keep her eyes glued to the small screen in front of her. It wasn’t good enough.
Barely 10 minutes passed before the temptation overcame her submissiveness and she furtively peeked up at the big screen, hoping she wouldn’t be noticed. Samantha’s lips parted in a small O of shock when she saw the TV.
A handsome, well-built man’s ass gyrated violently as he repeatedly thrust pistoned in and out of the groaning woman before him. She was bent over the side of their bed, being held in place by her shiny black hair. The woman’s legs shook as what was probably her third or fourth orgasm trickled down her legs in a flood of arousal. The camera angle shifted and Samantha gasped silently. Another woman was in the room with the mating pair, looking on in futile jealousy. At the very barest glance, she might have been said to be dressed like a maid. Velvet white stockings with lacey trim and a black garter belt decorated her legs, with a matching pair of gloves over her small hands. She even wore the stereotypical headband seen on many westernized “French maid” costumes. The comparison ended though at the ridiculously short skirt and bared chest of her dress. Black sleeves with white lacy frills at the shoulders were all that comprised the front of the dress, leaving the woman’s breasts on clear display. A leather collar around her neck connected with chains running through metal rings in her nipples. The chains joined at the lower portion of her midrift before snaking down between her legs and back up to connect with a metal ring drilled into the wall. The short and raised hem of her skirt left her bare pussy on full display. Despite her clearly servile position, the woman being fucked was grinning widely at the bound woman. Tears rolled down the maid’s face as she tried to reach between her legs, foiled every time by a sturdy set of handcuffs positioned beneath the chain between her legs. Frustrated sobs and whines mixed in with the other noises in the room as she tried to relieve herself. The best she could manage in her situation was tugging on and rubbing her inflamed clit against the chain’s links. Evidence of her exertions glistened on the teasing metal.
“Look, dear. The baby’s watching,” came Mommy’s voice.
Samantha turned towards the noise and realized her Husband and his lover were both staring right at her, smirking. She squirmed under their attention, trying not to show how much she was enjoying the sensation of her soaked pampers squishing against her buzzing kitty.
“Do you like Mommy and Daddy’s movie, Sam-Sam?” Her Mommy cooed, running her fingers up and down the outline of her husband’s engorged member. The other woman turned back to Samantha’s husband. “Since soggy Sammy here likes the movie so much, how about we head to the bedroom so she can watch the rest without any… interruptions.”
Samantha’s pussy clenched as her husband responded by sweeping his lover up in his arms.
“Sounds good to me,” He chuckled.
“Enjoy the movie, sweet-pea.” Mommy gloated as she was carried away. “I’ll change you out of those pissy pampers later when I’m done with your Daddy.”
They walked off and closed the door, leaving Samantha alone. Heart pounding, brain on fire with a heady concoction of need and pure shame, Samantha immediately pulled Mr. Squishy between her legs and began to rock her hips against him. She’d probably be spanked later for not asking permission, but she didn’t care. Spankings were for naughty girls, and that’s exactly what she was. A naughty, pathetic little baby, humping her diapies while the adults fucked in front of her…
New, quieter moans quickly joined the ones playing on the TV. The erotic sounds mixed obscenely with the melodic noises of singing and cartoonish voices from Samantha’s tablet. She hugged her inanimate partner tightly and buried her burning face in the soft cushion. Her desperate humping quickly scented the air with a combination of her own urine and the sweet, gentle smell of baby powder. The smell only heightened her peaking arousal, and the humiliation she felt as she realized it sent a jolt through her aching cunt. Listening to the grunts and moaning of her Mommy and Daddy, pathetically rubbing up against her own piss and dressed like an overgrown toddler, Samantha knew deep in her submissive, infantilized brain, that she was exactly where she wanted. And it felt incredible.
I now present to you my 10-part series: The 10 “D’s” Of Proper Regression Training:
1. Dumb- This is a good place for any daddy (or mommy) to start properly training and regressing that special little girl in their life. It’s important to set the right expectations early on, so there’s less confusion later when they try to use their brains for something they used to be able to do when they were big girls. Trying to grasp those concepts once they’ve been regressed will be like grabbing a fistful of sand from their sandbox; slowly slipping through their fingers because you were smart enough to ensure that they became your dumb, mindless, empty-headed baby that now primarily exists to please daddy. You took away all the objects, all the little reminders, all the responsibilities and opportunities and the worries of her ever being a big girl that she had been in the past. “That was just a silly dream,” you’ll tell her. Gone is her makeup, her jewelry, her cellphone, her car, her grownup clothes. Lost forever is the free will to put whatever she wants on tv, to eat whatever she chooses, to dress how she wants, to go to bed when she wants, the ability to make even the tiniest, smallest little decisions in her life have been removed. Replacing all of those yucky adult problems are the items and ideas more suitable for a baby to have. She can have some plastic play jewelry and make-believe makeup, a nice pink squishy toy cellphone, and a childish steering wheel that attaches to her carseat so she can pretend she’s driving just like daddy does. Beep beep! Look out for that crazy baby driving with the drooly chin and vacant smile on her face! Dress pants are replaced with shortalls and overalls covered with flower prints and Disney character patches, anything considered “sexy” replaced with the most modest and babyish attire, little sailor dresses and onesies and footed pajamas galore. Disney Princess t-shirts, and ruffled socks, the choices are endless. The most embarrassing panties can stay, as you’ll need those later for another key component of proper regression. Everything else is replaced with thick, thirsty diapers, disposable and cloth alike, training panties and plastic panties. The television should be restricted to only play children’s programming, and I don’t mean anything for teens. Sesame Street, Blue’s Clues, Dora The Explorer, Daniel Tiger’s Neighborhood, Baby Einsteins…only shows and movies that would be appropriate for a baby no older than 1. She needs to be protected from the harsh realities of being an adult, so you can’t take any chances that she might accidentally turn on something ridiculous like the news or see something disturbing on the internet. All of that’s controlled by daddy now, so he decides what’s best for the baby to see and hear and know. Eventually her big girl brains will start to atrophy, and you’ll have a compliant piece of Play-Doh for you to mold as you wish. Having all those decisions and responsibilities taken away will force her mind to seek engagement elsewhere, and the only thing left available to her will be the simplicity of an infant’s life, eventually succumbing to the stupidity of it all, as you’ve successfully gaslighted her into believing she’s not a big girl, she’s never been a big girl, and she’s never going to be a big girl.
Part 2: https://sidesessions.tumblr.com/post/690440018488066048/part-2-of-my-10-part-series-the-10-ds-of
Part 3: https://sidesessions.tumblr.com/post/690598648320589824/part-3-of-my-10-part-series-the-10-ds-of
Part 4: https://sidesessions.tumblr.com/post/690794967649697792/part-4-of-my-10-part-series-the-10-ds-of
Part 5: https://sidesessions.tumblr.com/post/690981629973364736/part-5-of-my-10-part-series-the-10-ds-of
Part 6: https://sidesessions.tumblr.com/post/691159152703209473/part-6-of-my-10-part-series-the-10-ds-of
Part 7: https://sidesessions.tumblr.com/post/691337817280987136/part-7-of-my-10-part-series-the-10-ds-of
Part 8: https://sidesessions.tumblr.com/post/691887622434553856/part-8-of-my-10-part-series-the-10-ds-of
Part 9: https://sidesessions.tumblr.com/post/692064432148316160/part-9-of-my-10-part-series-the-10-ds-of
Part 10: https://sidesessions.tumblr.com/post/692248147276316672/and-now-the-conclusion-part-10-of-my-10-part
