Colorado daddy

just a regular guy with a kinky side

[ameliemommy]

Diaper Change Tease

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[pantiesandpamperssissypart2]

Even now, a year into this whole new....adventure, Susan still wondered if she did the right thing. After all, her sister Barbara wasn't a trained psychologist. She had zero medical background. She didn't have any kids of her own so what could she possibly know about raising a son in 2026?

Yet Susan had indeed listened to the advice of her older sister and the results were now lying on one of the two queen beds in her hotel room. There he was: Tyler, her 19-year-old son. Former 3-sport star who seemingly lost his mind a bit in college, majoring in parties and pussy while hardly ever going to class. He apparently did drugs too. The bad kind. Reefer and such. Barbara told Susan once boys start in on that the next step is usually heroin and then he's gone forever.

So what was a mother supposed to do, especially after the college gave Tyler the boot and he had to move back in with her, where the partying, drugs and sleeping with anyone with a vagina continued? Right under her roof! Drove her insane.

Over coffee and biscuits in Barbara's house, Babs explained step by step how she would reform Susan's wayward son "but just be warned and I'll only say this once: If I save him from a wretched future that probably ends with him like his loser father, you need to accept that the son you knew for 19 years will be gone. For good."

What in the world did that mean? He wouldn't be a man anymore?

"He'll have his man parts but his mind will be in pieces and replaced by something compliant, pliable, softer, agreeable. More feminine yes, but still a male. But not a son like you had."

Susan said she had to sleep on it and then when she walked in and found Tyler and some whore smoking dope in the basement she called her sister and said, yes, we need to do this. For his own good.

And now, well, there were the results. 200 pounds of diapered sissy. Feminized. Sissified, was the word Barbara used. Back into Pampers "and never getting out of them" in more of Barbara's words. "He'll be lisping and mincing the rest of his life," in yet more of Barbara's words. "You don't ever have to worry about him doing drugs again. Or drinking anything outside of his baba. No more girls in his life. No more pussy. In fact he'll barely have anymore cummies." Cummies. That's what Barbara called them that first day when her humbled and humiliated son was returned to the house by Barbara, who brought him in on a leash and his diapers on obvious display under a short skirt.

It had taken some adjustments, sure, but she had finally been convinced it was all for the best and it was nice having her baby back. She worried about what would happen as she aged. Like, Tyler at 45...what's that looking like? Barbara assured her she would set something up for him to be taken care of by a kindly woman or a cruel man and not to worry. For now, in the sissified present, Barbara had also helped by setting up a lot of babysitters to help Susan. Usually girls around Tyler's age who didn't mind the extra cash for the very odd babysitting job. Ugly sitters, cute sitters, they all enjoyed embarrassing Susan’s boy.

No babysitter on this trip to Niagara Falls, though, a spot Susan had always wanted to see. Just her and her thickly diapered son, who was currently passed out after a busy day on the boat. Yes, people looked at them a bit strangely--the mom holding her 19-year-old son's hand as he toddled and waddled around while wearing pink shorts--but folks accept pretty much any lifestyle these days.

Susan went over to her sleeping son and patted his thick rump and he stirred slightly. She rubbed the rear of it and he practically mewled in his sleep and she had to admit handling her diapered pansy of a son like this....stirred some feelings in her soul. And her body. Something about his utter submission made her tingle in a way no man had since she herself was back in college. Was that sinful? She'd have ask to Barbara. Barbara would know.

She rubbed his back a bit, feeling his ever-present bra and remembering the cries he released the first time he got fitted for one of those by a pretty salesgirl who had apparently never seen a diapered sissy.

Susan decided to order a bit of room service. Tyler would get his baba and baby food and maybe, just maybe, depending on Susan's mood, perhaps he'd get a bit of her breast too before she put him down for the night.

Her little diaper sissy. Brought to her by her big sister.

[mellowsadistic]

The Pantswetter

Lydia walked down the street holding her Mum’s hand, trying to ignore the pointing and laughing from passers-by. Her twenty-one year old body was crammed into a too-tight Hello Kitty top, a modest white skirt, and matching tights. Her black buckled shoes clacked loudly as they hit the pavement, drawing even more eyes in her direction. To complete the look, her blonde hair had been done up in a pair of childish pigtails.

She could feel herself blushing furiously. Her regression sentence mandated that she dress as if she were no more than four years old, and her Mum had embraced the court’s decision enthusiastically, picking her new outfit from the complementary wardrobe straight away so she had something to walk home in.

A group of girls fell about laughing as they passed. “Awww!” one of them cooed, mockingly. “What a cute toddler!”

“Isn’t she adowable?” another teased in baby talk.

A third made kissy faces at her, eyes glinting sadistically.

Lydia scowled and gripped her Mum’s hand more tightly, but her mother just tittered. “You’d better get used to being treated like that, sweetie,” she said, as they walked on past the girls. “Until the end of your regression sentence, you’re just a silly little girl. I know it’s embarrassing, but hopefully it will teach you not to deal drugs!”

Lydia looked down at the ground, gritting her teeth. She hated everything about this. She’d only wanted a little extra money to help pay for nights out at university! But there were no college parties in her future now. Even if she hadn’t been kicked out, there was no way her Mum would let her do something as grown-up as go out drinking, not now she had full authority over her again. For the next three years, in the eyes of the law she was nothing but a helpless child. There was only one silver lining – the white cotton undies that hugged her bottom under her skirt.

When the judge had told her she was forbidden to use the toilet for pee, and was to poo in it only, Lydia had felt like she was going to be sick. It was bad enough having her toileting habits discussed out loud for the whole courtroom to hear, but the thought of having to spend the next three years of her life wearing oversized Pampers, filling them with pee multiple times a day, taking them off only to go number two before having them strapped right back onto her bum, was enough to turn her stomach. If her Mum hadn’t whispered in her ear that she wouldn’t be making her wear nappies, Lydia thought she would have fainted in front of the judge. She supposed she ought to be grateful to her mother for that, even though it was suspiciously out of character… She wouldn’t have expected her Mum to go against the law, even though there was hardly any chance of being caught.

Finally, they made it home. Lydia was relieved to be out of the public spotlight, and more urgently, she needed to pee. She’d needed to go all morning, but she knew the staff at the courtroom would have just offered her a diaper if she’d asked for the bathroom there. She tried to make a bee-line for the toilet, but her mothed pulled her back, her grip tightening.

“Where are you off to, sweetie?”

“The toilet,” Lydia replied, trying to pull away again. “I need to pee.”

“Silly girl!” her Mum laughed. “The judge said you’re not allowed to use the toilet for pee-pee, remember?”

“B-but…” Lydia spluttered. She felt like she’d been kicked in the stomach. “But you said I wouldn’t have to wear nappies!”

“That’s right, sweetie,” her Mum nodded. “No nappies for my little girl. The judge didn’t say you had to wear them, after all. He just said you’re not allowed to use the potty when you need a wee.”

“But that doesn’t make any sense!” Lydia said, huffing with frustration. “What do you expect me to do? Am I supposed to just pee my pants whenever I need to go or somethi-”

“That’s right, baby!” her Mum interrupted, smiling brightly. “Clever girl!”

Lydia stared at her mother with mounting horror. Was her Mum really suggesting she spend the next three years wetting her knickers without any protection? “But… but I can’t just…” She didn’t even know what to say. How could her Mum not see how insane this was?! “I’ll make a mess everywhere!”

“Uh-hu,” her Mum agreed, nodding, “but that’s okay. You were always making puddles for Mummy to clean up when you were little, and it’ll be no different this time.” She looked positively thrilled by the idea. “I’ll have to get used to washing your wet pants again!” she added, beaming. “Not to mention ironing your tights and skirts. Oh, and hanging your sheets out to dry after you wet the bed!”

Lydia was looking at her mother like she’d lost her mind. This was worse than being in nappies! There was a determined, almost hungry expression in her Mum’s eyes. She was clearly delighted by the prospect of having a twenty-one-year-old pantswetter for a daughter. Her wayward little girl back home, dependent on her Mummy once again.

“But I have to pee like four times a day!” Lydia whined, trying to get her mother to understand how awful it would be, how often she’d need to be cleaned up.

“Then you’ll wet your pants four times a day, little missy,” her Mum said, simply.

“Mum, please…” Lydia begged. She was clutching between her legs with her free hand. The need to pee was growing stronger by the second, but the thought of just letting go in her pants was disgusting.

“Mummy said no, sweetie,” said her mother, sounding a little more stern. “No more toilets for you, young lady.”

“Please just… just let me wear nappies then!” Lydia cried, her face scarlet. She was bouncing from foot to foot now, doing an absurd potty dance. “I’d rather wear nappies if the alternative is peeing all over myself! At least it’s more private!”

“I’ve made up my mind, baby,” her Mum said firmly. “As much as I’m sure nappies would fix your behaviour, I think being a big girl who always wets her knickers will put you in your place even better!”

“No!” Lydia squealed, and then she let out a gasp. Her potty dance stopped abruptly, and she pulled her hand away as a dark, wet patch blossomed on the front of her skirt. A stream of pee trickled down between her legs, puddling on the floor between her feet. More pee ran down her legs, soaking her tights and pooling into her shoes. “Ewww!” Lydia cried, tears spilling from her eyes as she soaked her white cotton undies. “Ew! Ew! Ew!”

Her Mum was watching with a wide smile. “Mummy’s little pantswetter,” she declared affectionately, stroking her daughter’s hair. “Did you have an accident, sweetie? Do you need Mummy to clean you up?”

Lydia burst into tears and nodded her head.

“There, there, baby girl,” her Mum cooed. “Don’t you worry about a thing, okay? It was just a little accident. Mummy will take care of everything.” She began to strip away Lydia’s wet clothes, in a routine they would be repeating multiple times a day for the next three years at least – and perhaps, if Lydia’s bladder control had weakened enough by the time the end of her sentence came around, for many more years beyond.

[mellowsadistic]

Losing Privileges

“Ow! Let me go! What are you doing?!”

Nora’s boyfriend dragged her by the ear inside their apartment. “What time do you call this, missy?” he asked sternly. “You were supposed to be back an hour ago!”

“Ouch! Stop!” Nora cried. “We just stayed out a bit longer than we planned! What’s the matter with you? Owie!” Her words were slightly slurred. She was still a little tipsy from all the gin and tonics she and her girlfriends had drank that afternoon.

“Then why didn’t you tell me? I was worried sick about you, baby!”

“Let go of my ear!” Nora squealed. “My phone died!”

Her boyfriend let go of her ear at last, but his nose twitched, and he frowned. “How much have you had to drink?” he demanded. He must have noticed the alcohol on her breath. “Did you drive home like this?”

Nora’s face reddened guiltily. “I… I’m not that dru-” Her words turned into a gasp of shock and pain as a hard smack landed on her bottom. She stared at her boyfriend open-mouthed. He’d hit her. Smacked her! She took a step backwards. This was a different side of her boyfriend, one that usually only came out during sex, and while she couldn’t deny that her pussy was tingling a little at his commanding attitude, things were going too far. She didn’t feel like a naughty slut being bossed around in the bedroom. She felt like a misbehaving toddler about to be put in time-out.

“Bad girl, Nora!” her boyfriend scolded. He grabbed her by the arm and spun her around, lifting up her dress and delivering several more painful swats to her behind. “Very bad girl! Don’t you know how dangerous that is?”

“Ow! Ow! Stop!” Nora squealed, squirming to free herself from her boyfriend’s grip. “Stop it! You can’t treat me like this!”

“Oh yes I can, baby,” said her boyfriend, still spanking her rapidly reddening tushy. “You think you’ve got all kinds of rights, silly girl. A right to go out with your friends whenever you want. A right to drink alcohol. A right to be treated like an adult. But those are privileges, and in this house you’ll lose privileges for bad behaviour. I’m your boyfriend, and that means I’m responsible for you.”

“You’re not responsible for me!” Nora insisted. She fought as hard as she could to escape the smacks raining down on her bum, but her boyfriend held her in place effortlessly. She could feel tears welling up in her eyes. “I’m a grown woman!” she whined.

The spanking stopped, and her boyfriend spun her back around, putting a finger up to her face. “You’re a naughty child,” he said firmly, and before Nora could say anything else, he was dragging her over to the bedroom. “If you’re going to act like a baby,” he said, marching her along, “then I’m going to treat you like one.”

They entered the room, and at once Nora’s eyes were drawn to the bed. For a second she stared in total confusion at the thick disposable diaper that was laid out on top of the sheets. Then she realised what her boyfriend meant to do.

“No!” she shrieked. She tried to back out of the room, but his grip on her arm was too strong. “I’m not going to wear that! I’m not!”

“Oh yes you will,” said her boyfriend. “You’re going to wear them and you’re going to use them until I decide you’ve earned your way back into adult underwear. In the meantime, you’d better get used to pottying in your pants, missy. Perhaps that will help you understand how immature you are!”

“Ouch!” Nora yelped as her boyfriend delivered another hard swat to her backside to move her closer to the bed, and her new nappy. “This is crazy! If you think I’m going to take this, you’re out of your mind! OW!”

One Year Later

Nora crawled to the living room on her hands and knees, her thickly diapered rear wiggling in the air behind her as she crept along, looking for her Daddy. Over the last few months, she’d found out there were an awful lot of privileges she could lose. The privilege of choosing her own clothes had quickly joined her potty privileges in the dustbin, and frilly frocks and overalls and stupid baby tees had replaced her elegant dresses and tight jeans – although, like now, she often wore nothing but a nappy inside the house. Not long after that, she’d lost the privilege of feeding herself, and deciding what she ate and drank. Alcohol was a big no-no, of course, and she had to drink exclusively from a baby bottle so she didn’t have any spills. Usually she got to eat whatever Daddy was having, but sometimes she’d just have a big bowl of yucky baby food plonked down in front of her instead. That was happening more and more lately.

It was hard to be a good girl. There were just so many ways to misbehave, and so many privileges to lose! The privilege of acting smart, of watching adult television, of not constantly drooling down her chin. The privilege of walking and talking and getting to cum. She hadn’t realised just how deluded she’d been about her rights, how much she’d taken for granted. Daddy said she had a lot to learn.

She reached the living room and crawled inside, grinning behind her dummy when she saw Daddy sitting in his chair. He looked up as she entered, his smiling eyes lingering on the sagging, yellowed nappy swinging between her legs.

“Uh-oh!” he said. “I think little Nora’s done a big pee-pee, hasn’t she?”

Nora blushed and giggled. His warm tone made butterflies flutter in her tummy. Even though Daddy could be very strict, he was very loving too. He held out his arms. “Come to Daddy, baby!”

Nora hurried over happily, eager for a nappy change. Even after a whole year with disgusting dirty diapers strapped to her bottom, she wasn’t used to the yucky feeling of going potty in her pants. Pee-pee wasn’t as bad as poopy, but she could feel the cold, icky wee-wee padding pressing against her privates, and if she thought about it for too long, it made her want to gag. She’d sank so deeply into her new lifestyle that sometimes she almost forgot she was a grown woman being punished, but a full diaper that badly needed changing would always remind her.

She reached Daddy and got up on her knees, looking at him adoringly, her pacifier bobbing cutely between her lips.

“What’s the matter, baby?” he asked. “Did you come looking for Daddy?”

Nora nodded her head and wiggled her bottom, making her soaked nappy sway from side to side between her bare thighs like a pendulum. She looked down at it pointedly and then back up to him. She wasn’t allowed to speak unless a grown-up removed her soother, so she gurgled stupidly, hoping it would put him in a good mood.

He laughed. “I think I know what my baby wants,” he said, and Nora grinned more widely behind her paci. Good. She could get out of this horrible thing at least. “My little girl wants to suck!”

Nora’s face fell as Daddy unbuckled his belt, undid his zipper, and pulled out his hardening cock. No! That’s not what she wanted! She shook her head and gestured down at her wet diaper, but Daddy just pulled her dummy out of her mouth and, before she could say a word, shoved his dick between her lips.

Nora groaned in displeasure, but she didn’t fight. She’d lost the privilege of saying no to him long ago. Her sore asshole and her tramp stamp tattoo (“Daddy’s Baby Bitch”) could attest to that. Once, she’d hated anal and been adamant that she didn’t want any tattoos. Well, she supposed that was still true... But Daddy was in charge of her body now, and Daddy liked to use her butt, and he liked the way she looked with a trashy tramp stamp on her lower back, so now she did anal and had tats. She’d never liked blowjobs either, but Daddy loved to feel her mouth wrapped around his cock, so…

He pumped her face up and down, his hands gripping her pigtails tightly. “That’s a good girl,” he said, breathing heavily. “That’s a good girl, Nora. This is where you belong, nice and safe with Daddy.”

Nora gagged and choked on his cock, feeling it shoving into her throat.

“My precious girl. A good baby who knows her place. Who might just spend the rest of her life in diapers.”

Nora moaned unhappily at that. She struggled to extract her lips from Daddy’s dick, but he was too strong, and she didn’t dare bite down. The rest of her life?! That wasn’t right!

“Getting to grow up again is also a privilege, baby,” said Daddy, thrusting into her mouth faster and faster. “And if I keep finding resistance from you, I’ll revoke it. Then you’ll be stuck. Like this. Forever.” He came down her throat, and Nora swallowed it all fearfully. She hadn’t realised getting her privileges back was a privilege too. She was such a stupid girl. As she slumped to the floor, gasping and panting, her pissy diaper squelching between her legs, she resolved to be on her very best behaviour from that moment on. Then maybe, one day, Daddy would let her be a big girl again.

[bambinotattoo]

Jennifer’s diapered secret

Prologue

Jennifer Dewoody, is a very headstrong and emotional 20-year-old young lady… she did amazing in school, has always been the best daughter she could be, and always just tried to make the best of her and any other situation as coached by her mother for so many years. She lived with her mother, and her younger sister; Beth Anne. They lived in a sleepy little mountain town in the middle of North Carolina. From the outside, it would seem that Jennifer was quite well adjusted, and there wasn’t anything wrong with her. Although, friends, family, and others new full well that Jennifer was the unfortunate recipient of some bad genetics, combined with an accident when she was younger which left her with the inability to go to the bathroom properly, both urinary and fecal.

At the time, she had only been potty trained and out of daytime diapers for maybe 4/5 years… I stress out of daytime, diapers, because Jennifer had always been a rather invigorating bed wetter and her mother; Helena always try to treat it as Jennifer superpower and nothing to be embarrassed or damning. Diane made the decision to continue helping her daughter get changed into her nighttime diaper, and changed out of it rather than pull-ups or attempting to teach her as she appreciated being needed for something so personal, which she felt kept her and her daughter’s relationship that much closer. After the accident, and the unfortunate depending on how you looked at it news that she was going to be wearing diapers or protection for the rest of her life. At the time, Jennifer was only 10… turning 11 in just a month or so and was understandably devastated at the news and the changes that would develop because of her newfound condition.

The first few days were rather difficult, as Jennifer was emotional, and very embarrassed about having to be in diapers and people helping change her and all of that. First, it was the nurses and AIDS in the hospital that treated her like she was a toddler with baby talk and etc. which on the outside made her laugh and giggle, but on the inside made her feel a little inadequate. However, she responded well to some of the infantilism, and etc. to which her mother took notice and decided to used to her advantage if that was something that would help her daughter cope, and make the best of things. After getting home from the hospital, Jennifer sat down with her mother, and had a realistic conversation about the changes and how things would be handled and all of the slight details Diane could think of in the exhausted rushed preparation of all the newfound realities.

“ Jennifer sweetie, will you sit down in the couch and have a conversation with me, honey?”

“ yeah Mommy, what’s up?”

“ I still love it when you call me, mommy… Please don’t stop that. lol. I just wanted to have a conversation about all of the changes and everything and kinda see where you’re at mentally and come up with a plan that’s that’s gonna be comfortable for all of us to make this journey a bit more tolerable for you. Are you comfortable having that conversation, honey?”

“ comfortable? No, but I understand that it needs to happen… So I’m all ears, Mommy”

“ you’re such a good girl, so… I understand that this change was unexpected, probably feeling guilty and/or self-conscious, and an entire me out of emotions and thoughts I’m sure I could think of, but would rather just talk to you before developing my own opinions”

“ I mean, yeah… I have gotten used to being in diapers at night and waking up wet as that’s been a normal part of life. But wearing them all the time, and all that… I’m scared people will make fun of me and that I won’t get to experience life as much as I should have.”

This began Jennifer, on a path of becoming blush, red faced, and tears beginning to stream out of her eyes as the emotion and deliverance of being a full-time diaper girl was starting to finally connect and hit home.

“ oh no sweetheart… I don’t want you to cry, honey. We can have this conversation later if you want.”

“ no, Mommy… It’s fine. It’s just all hitting me, I think that that’s all. Plus, when I was starting to get upset, I felt warmth in my diaper as I’m pretty sure I just wet. I’m sorry, Mommy”

“ you have nothing to say I’m sorry for sweetie, as I’ve already in my head conned to the fact that my little girl is in diapers and will need to be taken care of accordingly”

“ what do you mean taking care of accordingly, Mommy”

“ well little girl, I’ve been taking care of all your diaper needs at night, and in the mornings. I’m quite comfortable and used to taking care of your diaper needs and figured I would just continue to as this new juncture in life has purposely positioned itself in our universe. Plus, I don’t mind taking care of your diaper needs Jennifer. To be honest, I think it’s kind of cute… And I’m excited to help you feel the best you can about being in diapers.”

“ yeah, I kind of figured… Do you think I’ll be able to diaper myself when I get older?”

“ that is certainly something we can talk about, when the time comes… But for now, I think we should just concentrate on making this fun and not like a death sentence. lol”

“ what do you mean make this fun?”

“ lots of way, sweetheart, but mainly by just not making you feel bad about it… And trying to make it your superpower instead of something you feel self-conscious about. I was talking to one of your nurses and she has a younger brother who actually wanted to be put back into diapers and all of that when he was a little older than you. And I guess his parents, and his older sister… All decided to give in and make that his reality for a little while to see if he really wanted to wear diapers again. Anyway, she was telling me about this thing called ABDL, and all of the fancy diapers, clothes, props, etc. that can be used to help someone who wants to wear diapers or someone who has to wear diapers feel better about their situation and bring as much fun and Tom foolery into the mix that it isn’t a deterrent or something to feel bad about in most cases”

“ ABDL, Mommy?”

“ I’m sorry, sweetheart, that means adult baby diaper lover. I guess that’s just the name of people that want to wear diapers or wear diapers and all of the accoutrement that make them feel better about it.”

“Oh… and you want to help me out by leaning into that?”

“ I was thinking about it, honey, but that’s what this conversation is kind of about to gauge your interest and enthusiasm! Listen honey-bunny, I love you very much, and want you to feel as confident as you can with your new reality. And I just thought, since I’m open to the idea… That if you were too, we could begin some of that stuff immediately so that as you get older, you’ve already found ways to help maintain your mental health and etc., despite your need for crinkly puffy diapers! And I already kind of looked at some of the diapers and little clothes, etc.… They are super adorable. I promise.!”

“ OK Mommy… And you really don’t mind starting to treat me differently or anything like that because I’m in diapers?”

“ of course not butternut. There’s a little part of me. That’s actually excited about all these new changes, as I really liked having babies and toddlers around and you and your sister are growing up so fast. So the idea of getting to Baby, you, and fantasize you, and take care of all your diaper needs. Makes me a little excited about being super mom once again!”

“ OK mommy… I’m a little nervous about how Beth Anne, is going to react and etc., when she gets a little older and notices, her older sister still needing diapers and to be changed and etc., like a baby. You’re not gonna let her make fun of me are you mommy?”

“ of course not Jennifer, although Beth Ann is still a few years younger than you… She’s well aware that you had an accident and that you’re gonna need to be diapered from now on. She was more worried about you, then she was the diaper situation. It’s probably a good thing that she knows you wear diapers at night and has already come to terms with that’s just her sister. But I’ll tell you this Jennifer, if the time comes where she does decide to try and make you feel some type of way about your need for diapers… I will give her a diaper punishment. She’ll never forget that Will always make her understand. Her older sister is special and just needs extra attention.”

“ thank you Mommy. But, what’s diaper punishment?”

“ nothing for you to worry about little girl, although… I think I’m going to develop some of the diaper punishment rules and etc. as part of your diapering needs progressing. I wouldn’t worry too much, Jennifer… I won’t have the ability to put you in diaper punishment, as you’re already in diapers…lol”

“ OK Mommy… Lol. I’m a little curious of how it’s going to work around friends, family, school, etc. though.”

“ hey, let’s worry about today… And tomorrow’s problems will address as they come. Does that sound like a plan you can get behind sweetheart?”

“Yes ma’am… so how do you envision this new stage of my special needs and or etc. going?”

“ Welp, I already kind of jotted down a few things… keep in mind, that everything is fluid, however… I think it’s a good idea if we just follow these rules so that everybody can get used to you and your new diaper reality:

-you’re not to touch your diaper, or ask anyone for a diaper change

-you will be required to adhere to diaper checks at random intervals to determine your diaper status and whether or not you need to be changed.

-for obvious reasons, all bathrooms will be off-limits to you as I don’t want you to get in the habit of hiding in the bathroom when you have to fill or mess your diaper

-while at home, I want you to have your diaper exposed at all times so that I can get used to needing to check you, and you can get used to being in diapers more out in the open than not

-because of all the changes that will be happening, I think it’s a good idea. We begin turning your bedroom back into a nursery, equipped with a changing table, and other babyish and/or little details.

-since you’re not allowed to change yourself, there will undoubtably be times you need a babysitter/caregiver and you will adhere to all their rules and allow them to check and change you just like I would

-since you’ll be checked, changed and diapered by an adult every time, you will also be dressed and accessorized by whomever is the caregiver to their specifications

I have several other potential ideas and little specifications that I think would adapt well to your needs, as well… Help you regress and feel like a little girl to maybe help your mental state as far as being a diaper girl. But I wanted to stop at the more easy ones, to make sure you’re not too overwhelmed or anything like that.”

“Wow. You have thought this through. I’m a little taken a back, but I also understand… I think it’s really adorable that you’re willing to go this far to help me feel more normal and appreciated. Out of curiosity, what are the other things you were thinking?”

“Just stuff like:

-a car seat

-a crib for big girls

-pacifier, bottles, sippy cups

-cute diaper bag bags to carry around

You know, stuff to help make you feel like you’re a diaper little girl even as you get older and might potentially struggle with being in diapers full-time. And, just putting this out there… You never have to worry about taking care of your own diapers or changing yourself. If you don’t want to honey I am more than happy to be that person to help Keep you diapered.”

“ is it bad that I think all that sounds really cute, I’m not weird Am I Mommy?”

“ not at all little girl, quite the opposite. You’re the super diaper girl and I wouldn’t have you any other way! Speaking of which, why don’t you stand in front of me so I can check that diaper and see if you need to be changed”

Jennifer could only smile, and wipe the few tears she had a way, and blushing submit to her mother’s request to stand in front of her to have her diaper checked during the day for the first time. Her mommy, raised up her skirt and removed most of her leggings, exposing the size 7 pampers diaper that was taped on from the hospital.

“ you know, sweetheart… I know that you still fit into baby diapers pretty well… but I think we should go ahead and switch you over to something thicker and more absorbent so you can get used to thicker more voluptuous diapers”

“ are those the ABDL diapers you were talking about?”

“ yes sweetie, do you trust me to just order some stuff to get it started?”

“ of course Mommy… Seems like I’m gonna be trusting you with a lot of my needs specifically my diaper ones. lol”

“ it makes my heart happy that you’re so cool calm and comfortable with all of these potentially mind-boggling changes. And, I may or may not have already ordered a few cases to get us started. lol. As a matter of fact, I ordered them a few days ago, express and have them waiting in your bedroom with a makeshift changing table to make changing your diapers easier”

“ I already have a changing table?”

“ Yep, do you want to go see it?”

“ yes mommy…”

“ well, waddle back to your bedroom, or should I say nursery… Lol. And hop up on there and I’ll be in there in a second to get you all changed into a fresh thick diaper.”

“ we can call at my nursery, Mommy”

Jennifer began waddling and running back to her bedroom, now nursery again. And when she got to her door, stopped for a second almost emotionally invested in the fact that she had a diaper changing table, and a whole shelf full of diapers and diaper change supplies in her bedroom, already constituting this change in her life as a promissory note instead of a suggestion. At first, she was a little apprehensive at seeing all of that and how it made her feel as she was still getting used to the idea of diapers full-time. As she stood in the door frame, almost simplified, and unable to move… Mommy was quick behind, to smack her wet diaper booty and make her giggle encouraging her to skip over to the changing table and get herself situated

After Mommy lovingly cleaned up her princess parts, and slaughtered her in diaper rash ointment. Her new thicker diaper was taped on as she could immediately feel the extra bulk and the embarrassment of being in a noticeable diaper covered in pink bears with the most crinkly plastic she’d ever seen. The first thing she noticed was not being able to put her legs together, which heightened her senses and made her stare into Mommy’s eyes waiting for a loving exchange so that she could feel more normal. As she made eye contact with her Mommy, she was surprised by an oversized pacifier being offered, and she sheepishly accepted, beginning to suckle behind a giddy smile.

“ so, I may or may have not already bought some of the babyish items as I was excited to get you going and comfortable being my diaper girl long-term”

“ thank you Mommy”

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Things went as things do for Jennifer her mother and little sister as days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months, as Mommy’s little diaper girl continued to give and submit to being her mommy’s little girl and trying not to care what others thought. The first bit of turmoil, was when Jennifer had to begin going to school again after being held out for a little bit due to her hospitalization and new medical needs. At school was starting to get talked about and figured out, Jennifer was wildly concerned about being humiliated and etc, because of her diapers and all that. Jennifer had been in full-time diapers, and being treated little for almost 6 months and at home things were more or less normal as she had continually gotten more comfortable with the situation.

On the evening before she was due back to start school again, Jennifer got a little emotional and wanted to ensure that she wasn’t going to be embarrassed or anything at school as she was comfortable being treated like a little at home, but didn’t want her friends and peers to torture her.

“ so, tell me again how this is gonna work tomorrow Mommy”

“ yes baby, as you know… Since this is a medical need, and you have all the paperwork stating you’re incontinence. You are eligible to have your diaper needs taken care of by the school, nurse, or any of the special needs teachers. As we talked about, I bought you a couple cases of thinner, more non-noticeable daytime diapers to help you deal with that side of the embarrassment. But as you found out, when we wore a few… They’re a little louder, but most people aren’t gonna be able to tell or care to tell I promise, sweetheart.”

“ it’s a little embarrassing, going back to school, and going into the special-needs program. A especially since I was in the advanced studies prior to”

“ I know, sweetie, but that’s the only way we could get you back into the program with you wearing diapers and needing help getting them changed. It’s not ideal, but we’re gonna try it out and the option will be open for maybe homeschooling or something else if need be.”

“ OK Mommy, what do I do if someone asks me if I’m wearing a diaper or something like that?”

“ that will be up to you, Jennifer, you can tell him, of course not that’s crazy… Or, yes that you wear them and you really love being protected”

“ what if I told them that I liked wearing diapers? Would that be too far?”

“Um… maybe? That’s always up to you, sweetheart. Can I ask you, do you like wearing diapers Jennifer?”

“Um, well. I guess so. It’s really helped that you’ve treated me like a little, and allowed me to read some of the stories and blog post about other younger kids and teens being back in diapers for whatever reason. It’s made me feel more confident, and like I can almost feel what that would feel like despite my need for diapers.”

“Well well well, I never anticipated that she would turn into a real diaper girl there soggy Jennifer!!”

Jennifer just blushed lovingly and her mother, as she went back to nervously ticking about going back to school and being a diaper girl. While a part of her was a little excited about it, the other part of her was dreading it wholeheartedly. As she had made herself more open to the whole ABDL thing, and being treated like a little by her mommy… she slowly began to understand, and potentially force herself to enjoy the process and the detail details. Which was all great in her head, in blogs, and with her Mommy… But wasn’t sure how that would fly with friends, family… Etc..

Going back to school, and everything that would come with being a full-time diaper girl at that age seem to come and go without much pushback as Jennifer did a good job of letting her mommy know how she was feeling, who helped her cope and tolerate any indecencies and humiliations that followed and/or occur occurred. She actually ended up really liking the head, special-needs teacher, whom also had an issue and needed to be padded during the day which made Jennifer feel some type of way. She was also quite surprised at how nice the nurse was and has been about her diaper needs since changing 11-year-old’s diapers weren’t necessarily in her job description. As for friends/peers… that wasn’t too big of an issue, as she was separated from anyone she really knew most of the day in her new classrooms. There were undoubtably, rumors, and whispers about why Jennifer came back to school and switched classes, but after a few weeks, everyone seemed to forget about it and just go about their own lives.

It wasn’t until a few years later, that she would again deal with the emotions and humiliations of her peers finding out about her diaper status when Mommy hired a few babysitters that happened to have younger siblings around her age and they began to talk and spread the rumors unceremoniously to the younger friend groups. Jennifer knew, that she would have to have a babysitter/caregivers from time to time as she wasn’t allowed to change herself or anything to do with her diapers. At first, this was treated as almost a celebratory thing, and not an embarrassing thing which ended up helping Jennifer develop thick skin and controlled excitement when babysitters, especially new ones were thrown in the mix as she could only explain through her smile and blushing that she was starting to really enjoy.

To which, at 13 years old… she had to for the first time deal with questions and the inevitable making fun of her diaper needs as all of her friends/peers started finding out about her diapers at the same time. One of her newer babysitters, Ariya, was 19, and had a younger brother and sister around her age whom went to her school and etc. Ariya, didn’t maliciously or purposefully share the details and undertaking of Jennifer’s diaper needs, but her best friend who also had younger siblings to which she told everything to didn’t have the tact and/or secrecy. Ariya would’ve hoped when she was talking about her new babysitting job jobs eccentricities, that what she was providing wouldn’t be used as something to make Jennifer feel less than or embarrassed. However, that is undoubtably what happened as rumors began spreading and kids around. Jennifer’s age began being curious until eventually one of the bullies decided to lift the back of her skirt one day, exposing her pink, thick, wet diaper.

This undoubtably caused Jennifer inexplicable harm. As this was the first time since being in full-time diapers that she began feeling less than and/or gross because of her medical condition. With her emotions, swirling, she couldn’t help but think that enjoying being in diapers and being taken care of was somehow wrong and that she shouldn’t like it and or need it. But the thick and molasses like reality was that she was in full-time, diverse, and couldn’t do anything about it.

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As the years continued to progress, and Jennifer had her ups and downs with being a pubescent diaper girl, her next emotionally traumatic experience/s were when her little sister was getting older and beginning to question why her older sister was not only wearing diapers all the time, but being checked, changed and treated like a little girl by their mommy:

“ Hey mom, I’m curious about something”

“ OK, Beth Anne… what’s up? “

“ well, why do you keep Jennifer in those thick baby diapers, and take care of all of her diaper changes and treat her like a toddler when she’s a teenager? I guess, I just don’t understand… And a lot of kids at school have asked about my diaper baby sister and all of that. I guess I just don’t know what to say or anything.”

“ very good questions BA, do you remember that Jennifer always had to wear diapers for bedtime?”

“ yeah… I can kind of remember that”

“ OK, well… Do you remember that accident that she had when you were younger? That is when she lost the ability to know when she goes to the bathroom and needed to start wearing diapers full-time.”

“ so this is something she needs, not something she wants? A lot of the kids in school have mentioned about her being some diaper fetish, Kister, or whatever that just wears diapers because it turns her on. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, but it made me feel kind of icky and like I needed to get clarity.”

“welp, shit. Come right out and say it then BA. lol. And no, your sister does not wear diapers and allow me to treat her like a little for any kind of fetish or whatever reason. I know that she wears those kind of diapers, and we dress her that way sometimes… But that’s just to try to make it fun for her and not so deteriorating emotionally.”

“Oh. Why doesn’t she change herself, and need you or a babysitter or whatever to always do it?”

“ that’s because, when she first got put into full-time diapers… I had already been taking care of her nighttime diapering, and told her that it would be easier if I just continued on and we treated it as though she was still a little that needed diapers to help her maintain dignity and humility.”

“Hmmm. Ok. I guess that makes sense. So I should really avoid making fun of her or making her feel bad about it?”

“ yes please… you don’t remember this, but when she was first getting used to being in full-time diapers and all that you were so curious and just wanted to watch her, get her diaper changed and help out even though you weren’t able to. lol. I think I had it in my head, that you would one day babysit and help out with her diaper stuff.”

“Really?!? you thought that? And of course, my initial thought process is an immediate…awwwwww. lol. I mean, if you don’t mind… And she doesn’t mind, I’ll totally help with her diapering and any of that.”

“Yea? OK then, do you want me to talk to her first? Or do you want to just jump in one day and start changing her so she doesn’t have a chance to rebel or get self-conscious?”

“ what do you think mom?”

“ I think it’s probably best if I mention it to her first, and just make sure she’s not gonna freak out. I doubt she will, because she’s been in diapers for so many years now and has been changed by so many different people. But I’m sure it will be a little different with her younger sister, helping her with her diaper needs.”

Later that afternoon, while Beth Ann was busy on her phone in the living room… Diane came into Jennifer’s nursery to check her diaper and make sure she didn’t need anything. And after checking the big babies‘s diaper, it was concluded… That it was time to get her butt cleaned and changed and would be a good opportunity for Mommy to have a small conversation about her little sister starting to help with her diaper needs.

“ it smells like baby Jennifer made more than pee pee in her diaper”

“ yes Mommy… I made a poopy”

“ no worries, sweetheart, let’s get you cleaned up and into a fresh diaper shall we? But since you’re so messy, why don’t we go ahead and get you in a bathtub to clean all the poop off you and get you all nice and clean!”

“ OK mommy”

While out in the living room room minding her own business, Beth Anne couldn’t help from over here, and after the conversation her and her mother had had previously… She began to pay attention to the voice inflection in her older sister‘s voice as it was in distinguishable from a toddler. This, for some reason made BA giggle, and decide to share openly about her sister‘s diapers to her best friend AnnaBelle. The two message back-and-forth, laughing and basically making fun of the diaper teen… Going as far as to sending pictures of her in diapers and baby clothes that she stole off of her mom’s phone and would look at and laugh too occasionally.

Unbeknownst to BA, their Mommy had set up the phone plan and cloud in such a way that she would be able to see any in all conversation. Conversations and media shared just to keep an eye on things with all of the potential predators and nonsense on the Internet. Later that evening, after getting Jennifer in her nighttime diaper and laid down in her crib… She uncovered all of the ugly and belittling things her youngest was saying about her oldest, and how she was adding her friend on as they were both making a joke out of little diapered Jennifer. Well, Diane was not surprised, she was, however, concerned that this didn’t happen earlier… So she could have nipped it in the bud and not had to deal with ugly remarks and un-fashionable attitudes.

Diane knew she had promised Jennifer years ago, when her full-time diapers began… That if her little sister ever decided to go off script and use her diapers or her treatment as a way to make fun of her, she would be punished bracingly and accordingly. And Mommy knew without any thought or regard for consequences exactly how she was going to teach her youngest the lesson of not making fun of her older sister and her diaper needs. She was going to put Bethann in mini diaper punishment so that she understood what it’s like to be in diapers and treated little like her older sister who doesn’t have a voice and or choice in the matter.

Mommy, after Jennifer was all set and tucked in for bed… Grabbed an appropriately sized diaper, overnight booster pad, diaper rash ointment, and baby powder and proceeded to knock on BA’s door to confront her about her un flattering conversation and to pronounce her punishment and go over all of her rules…

“ Knock knock Beth Ann Marie Dewey”

No matter what BA was doing, and wherever she might be… When she heard her full name being questioned from her mom, she knew that she was in trouble or something serious was about to be discussed. Since she had no idea that their mommy could see all of their conversations and etc… She had no reason to think it was anything like she was about to be exposed to. To which, everything was about to be a tearful blur:

“Yea…mom. What’s up are you OK? Is Jennifer OK?”

“ hey sweetie… Why don’t you go sit on your bed and I’m gonna sit down with you and talk about a few things”

“Um, okay… sure, why are you carrying all of Jennifer’s diapers stuff?”

“ don’t worry about that Beth Ann, before I begin… I want you to know that anything or decisions that get made are in line with you and your sister‘s best interests. And, if you have anything to tell me about making fun of your sister, spreading rumors, and or anything else has been happening.”

Diane really didn’t want to put her youngest in a diaper punishment, and she was allowing her to have an out, if she fess up and didn’t lie about what she already knew.

“ making fun of Jennifer? Of course, not, she’s my sister! I mean, sure… Her diapers and baby stuff is a little awkward and abnormal… But she can’t go without diaper diapers so…”

“ that’s right BA, she doesn’t have a choice in the matter. And we just use all the baby stuff, and etc., to help her cope and make the most of it. Which you already know these things, correct?”

“ well yeah, I do live here too. lol. Where’s all this coming from mom?”

As her youngest asked that question, she pulled out her phone and showed her that she could read all of the messages specifically the ones making fun of her older sister and sharing embarrassing photos of her in diapers to her friends as a form of amusement. Beth Anne, immediately clammed up… And began trying to make excuses about just going along with the crowd because a lot of her friends had already found out that her older sister wore diapers and all that stuff.

“ you know, your sister asked me about if you ever made fun of her, or made her feel less than because of her diaper needs when she first had to start wearing full-time diapers. And I insured her then, that if that did happen… There would be a severe punishment and an empathetic inverse so that you could find out what Jennifer‘s situation in reality is really like.”

“ what do you mean mom, it was just a few jokes… A picture that didn’t show anything really. I don’t understand where this is going.”

“ I figured that’s how you would react, and by asking you, if you had anything to tell me when I first sat down… I was going to allow you to fess up and not need any punishments. However, you failed to come clean when I gave you the option, and now you’re going to fully begin to understand how Jennifer feels and deals with her reality of diapers full-time”

“ what do you mean mom? I don’t wet the bed or my pants. Why would you put me in diapers?”

“ as a form of diaper punishment, and to give you a better representation of what your sister goes through so that you can have exceedingly more empathy and empathy as it comes to her diaper needs and the way in which we approach treating her as a little. This diaper, and all the diapering supplies I walked in here with her for you, Beth Ann.”

“WHAT. HELL NO MOM. THAT’S DEFINITELY NOT HAPPENING.”

“ Beth Ann Marie Dewoody, you are still just a little 13-year-old under my roof. And what I say goes, no matter if you agree with it or not. Now, lay back on your bed, and open your mouth”

Begrudgingly, Beth Anne did what her mother asked… Her face filling with Crimson red and her eyes beginning to well up. She could not believe her mom was actually going to put her in a diaper at 13 years old, to which she immediately thought about her older sister and her being in diapers all the time. Almost immediately, she began to poor tears as the reality of her sister’s diaper needs became a parent and no longer something to joke about. Before her mom had a pacifier in her mouth, she began arguing and crying, saying she knows what she did wrong and that she’ll never do it again. Diane, though amused at her daughter’s quick emotional response… wasn’t having any of it, and believed wholeheartedly in punishment, fitting the crime, and this was going to be her diaper punishment.

“ good girl, I want you to suck that pacifier and try and relax OK sweetie?”

As her mom began unbuttoning her jeans, and beginning to inch them off her hips and down to her thighs BA mistakingly tried to help by putting her hands around her pants and trying to help get them off so that her mom wouldn’t struggle. Quickly, mommy slapped her hands away and said only:

“No ma’am, you’re not allowed to touch your diapers and/or anything while being checked and/or changed. When I’m done getting this diaper taped on you, we’re gonna go over wet diaper punishment looks like for you… and make sure you fully understand the commitment”

Beth Anne try not to respond in any positive or negative way, and just laid-back and tried to relax and follow any instructions Her mom might give her. She had undoubtably seen their mom changed Jennifer’s diapers over and over again and was quite aware of needing to adjust and or lift when told.

“ OK Beth, lift your butt so I can get your panties off of you.”

After her mom removed her panties, exposing her naughty parts to her mother for the first time in more than a decade… she began to feel very and fantasized and even more tearful.

“ OK honey, lift your butt up for me again so I can get your diaper placed under your butt. Good girl. Now lift again, so I can smear all of the diaper rash ointment on your trouble parts… good baby. Now we’ll just sprinkle a whole bunch of baby powder on your sensitive areas and I’ll fold up your fresh new diaper and get it taped on nice and snug so we can talk about what you being in diapers is gonna look and be like.”

In what seemed like just a few seconds, Beth Ann‘s mom had her undressed and thickly diapered, matching her older sister. To Diane surprise, her youngest looks just as cute and thick adult diapers as her oldest does which made her giggle a little and get the attention of her freshly diapered 13-year-old.

“ what’s so funny mom?”

“ nothing sweetheart, and while you’re in diapers, it’s Mommy. Got it.”

“ yes mommy, I was just curious of what made you giggle while looking at me wearing just this”

“ if you must know, I thought you were just as adorable as Jennifer in your freshly padded current state. That’s all sweetie.”

“ you think having two teenage daughters and diapers is adorable, Mommy?”

“ and it’s having an attitude like that, that puts you in that diaper… Be careful, sweetheart, I can easily evolve your punishment into something more embarrassing. If you don’t understand why I’m doing this and why it’s important for you to understand your sisters needs and accommodations.”

“ yes ma’am”

“ good answer, now… You can sit up for me, and I’ll go over what you being in diaper punishment is going to look, feel, and be like. Please don’t interrupt me, and I’ll answer your questions at the end… but just know, this is serious, I’m serious… And you need to treat this experience as a learning tool and not something like an unfair bit of treatment and or punishment”

“ I understand Mommy…”

Diane could tell from the tone of her daughter‘s voice, that she indeed did not understand… And smiled internally at the fact that she soon would unbeknownst and begrudgingly:

“ OK stinker… These are the diaper punishment rules. I’m putting forth beginning now, and it would be in your best interest to accept and attempt to find the positives rather than pout and make excuses:

-you’re going to be kept in full-time diapers for the next two weeks

-it is my decision, and my decision alone if you’ll be allowed to go back to regular underwear and etc., after those two weeks depending on how you respond and if I feel you’re ready to not be diapered anymore

-like Jennifer, that means diapers at home, diapers to school, diapers, everywhere. And I don’t wanna hear you complaining, or any of that… As that will just increase your diaper time and/or potential embarrassment manifestations.

-during this time of you being padded, and infantilized all parties will be made in your diapers as the bathroom will be off-limits to all diapered little girls

-just like with Jennifer, you will not be permitted to touch your diaper or change yourself as you will be checked at the same time as your sister and determined whether or not you need to be changed based on how full you’ve made your diaper

-while at home, you will not be allowed to cover your diaper and only be allowed T-shirts, and/or one of your sister’s onesies/pajamas, etc.

-when prompted for a diaper check, you will immediately come and stand in front of me just like your sister does… Any talking back, or anything will result in more severe punishments and heightened public humiliations

-I will be taking the underwear I just removed, and all of your others and stashing them in my room and you’ll be given them back when it is deemed you are ready and no longer a diaper threat

-as a matter of fact, with you little one. I want to do something a little different, every time you make a PP or a poopy in your diaper I want you to loudly exclaim wherever we are what you just made in your diaper for humiliation punishment and to help you understand that being in diapers is not something to make fun of

-you will drink all your drink drinks from one of Jennifer’s sippy, cups, bottles, etc.

-you will hold my or caregiver’s hand at all times went out and about and keep your pacifier in when told

Now I can see the emotion and tears well up in your eyes, Beth Ann… But I need you to suck it up and be a good little diaper girl and remember that this is what your sister goes through without the convenient ability to not need to use her diaper diapers. I’m proud of you for not arguing, or interrupting me. The floor is now open, for you to have anything answered that I was not clear on or that you just need clarification.”

“Mommy…please…I’m sorry. I don’t want to do this. Please Mommy.”

“ oh sweetheart, you’ve always been the hardheaded one. That right there is considered insubordination, and you’re begging to not be in diapers has just earned you an extra week. Now BA, I obviously have no problem, changing and checking diapers on one of my teenage daughters… So if you wanna keep making it worse, I have no problem diapering and babying you just like I do your older sister. Understand?”

“ yes ma’am. How is school going to work? What do I tell my friends? Are you going to tell Jennifer? Am I going to really need a babysitter now too? I’m supposed to have that sleepover at Arita’s this weekend, I have to wear a diaper there too?”

“ school will work just like school always works. And you’re lucky you’re getting put in this diaper punishment now, as you have fall break coming up and won’t have near the humiliation as if it were a normal three weeks of the year.

You can tell your friends whatever you want to tell them, honey… but I would be delicate, as you know, firsthand, how uncomfortable and mean it can be to be made fun of for your diapers (personally, if anyone asks why you’re back in diapers as well I’m going to be honest and tell them you were making fun of Jennifer and needed to be reminded that being in diapers full-time wasn’t something to make fun of. Or, if your punishment needs to be increased, I might just tell them I caught you wearing them and decided to let you start wearing them full-time again as it was your request and long time dream

Since you’re not allowed to check or change your own diapers, if there’s a time where Jennifer would’ve needed a babysitter because I wasn’t available then that same Babysitter would also be responsible for checking and changing your diapers as well. So I would be prepared to be checked/changed by multiple people over the next few weeks.

As far as your sleepover goes, yes. And before you start to try and make excuses to her why you cannot come over as planned, I’m going to message her mom and let her know about your new diaper needs and make sure she’s comfortable checking and changing you while over there in perpetuity”

“ how are my diapers Going to be changed while I’m at school Mommy? I’m really scared about that…”

“ well sweetheart, while it’s not a done deal yet… I’ve developed a pretty good relationship with the school, nurse, and the special needs teachers. So my plan is to message them and let them know of your temporary incontinence and see if they have any issues with taking care of your diaper needs as well. This is stuff you need not to worry about honey, as I will be taking care of the arrangements and telling people what they need to know to be prepared for you in diapers as well.”

“ I’m really hoping none of my friends find out I’m wearing diapers, but going to a sleepover and needing diaper checks and changes from Ariya’s mom is going to more than likely without me eventually and cause irreversible harm to my reputation”

“Awwww, silly diaper girl. You don’t need to worry about your reputation honey, it will always be the little crinkle butt from now on!”

“ I’m scared mommy”

Beth Anne, slumber behind red cheeks and flowing tears. It was obvious to Diane, that her punishment was hitting home and was most definitely the right approach to helping her youngest to understand her oldest specific special needs, and to have the empathy required to not make her feel less than because of it. It wasn’t lost on Mommy, just how cute it was to have both of her older children back in thick baby diapers. As the past few years of helping Jennifer, has definitely heightened and enlightened her in ways she wasn’t prepared as she’s become a full-time diaper Mommy to her older children.

Diane began to drift off to sleep that night, with the thought of her youngest after a few days/weeks, be becoming comfortable in her diapers and potentially coming to her, wanting to stay in them on either a permanent or semi permanent basis. While at the time, that thought was pretty far-fetched… As she could still hear Beth Ann whimpering the next room over probably because of her crinkly diapered status. She began to think, what were some ways she could encourage Bethan to not only make the best of her diaper time, but to potentially begin to understand the type bond her and Jennifer had as she would love that with both of her daughters. Has Diane continued to think, loving thoughts, and potential scenarios… she heard Jennifer on her cute baby monitor quietly ask for Mommy.

“ hey stink bug… what are you still doing awake, did you make a stinky in your diaper?”

“Um… yeah, lol. But that’s not why I asked for you. I can hear Beth Ann upset, is everything OK?”

“ you did make a poopy!!! we’ll go ahead and lift your arms for puppies, and I’ll get you on your changing table and get you cleaned up and tell you about your sister.”

“Uppies Mommy!!!”

Diane lovingly put her hands underneath Jennifer’s armpits and lifted her up into a support position, locked her eyes with her diaper 15-year-old, and carried her to the changing table so that she could have her messy diaper cleaned up. This was always when Mommy was super thankful that she passed on the DNA of being small and petite, so she could still lift and hold her teenage daughters during their diaper and etc. after Mommy, had Jennifer situated on her changing table… before beginning to un tape, her messy diaper and commence cleaning. She decided to update Jennifer on Beth Ann‘s new reality and situation:

“ OK baby girl… Before I get you cleaned up, and changed. I need to tell you what’s going on with BA, and why so that you understand why it’s happening and have a meandering attitude in commence of. Do you remember when we were first talking about your full-time diaper needs, and me helping take care of you and treat you like a little?”

“ vaguely, it’s been a few years”

“ I know, honey… During that conversation, you asked me what would happen if your little sister began poking fun, and/or making a joke out of you and your diaper needs. To which I told you, with no hesitation… That she would be properly punished and he made to understand what being in diapers and all that was really like for you.”

“Ok, mommy. I think I remember that. Beth Ann has always been so calm, cool and collected as far as all of it went, what happened?”

“ I’m sure you know, because you’re a little more technologically intuitive than Beth Ann… That I have access to the family’s phone plan and cloud account which allows me to see what you’re looking at who you’re talking to and what you’re saying.”

“ yes ma’am. That’s how you caught me talking to other diaper teens and when I got in trouble for sending pics of me and my diapers.”

“ correct sweetheart, I’m not gonna show you what she was texting to Ariya… but you can use your imagination, and take me for my word that it wasn’t sisterly and/or nice. Because of this transgression, effective five minutes ago… your little sister is now in full-time diaper punishment with a similar set of rules to yours, and will be that way for at least the next three weeks”

“Really?!? that’s kind of exciting in some senses, and also deflating, knowing that she’s in that predicament because she was making fun of me.”

“ no reason to feel bad for her stinker, as she is going to find out firsthand what it’s like to be in your shoes and to need diapers for everything”

“ oh wow, like… She has to use her diapers instead of the potty?”

“ yes, sweetheart. Full-time diapers, no exceptions, so that she understands why we don’t make fun of family, and/or people with disabilities.”

“ part of me is a little excited that I’ll have someone else in diapers to talk to, the other part of me is disappointed that she would make a joke out of me to her friends”

“ well Jennifer… It will be up to you to decide which part of you to express. I’m hoping, you’ll be the bigger person and just encourage her and help her deal so she can further understand what diapers full-time is like and how well you take to it despite the rhetoric and smack talking.”

“ is she going to have to wear outside of the house too? Like to school and everything?”

“ she is in full-time diapers, despite where she’s at, or any of the extenuating circumstances. She is in full-time diapers just like you now, for at least the next three weeks… and depending on how she acts, and etc. That could be extended, as initially it was going to be two weeks until she got another week added on basically after having her first diaper taped on. Also, go ahead and lift up your butt, so Mommy can slide out this messy diaper and start cleaning up your messy naughty area. Good girl, here comes the wipies!!!”

“ so she’s upset because you put her in diapers like me, because she was caught making fun of me?”

“ go ahead and lift your butt up one more time for me sweet girl, that’s a good pumpkin. You really did make a big messy in your diaper. Lift up one more time, OK nice fresh new thick diaper under your messy booty. Basically, yes, Jennifer. And if I’m being honest, and not kidding myself… I think she looks just as cute as you do in thick babyish diapers. lol. And there’s a part of me, that kind of hopes it gets extended, and or she begins to enjoy being taken care of and babied. OK baby girl, time for your rash ointment.”

“ so Beth Anne is wearing one of my thick baby diapers right now? I bet she is embarrassed…”

“ I’ll bet that too, time for baby powder!!! but she did this to herself, and I need you to understand that. I know you’re gonna want to have an extreme amount of empathy and etc.. but keep in mind, she’s going through this because she wasn’t a very good little sister. And hold still so I can get all of your Baby tapes taped on. Okay, nice fresh and clean, thick pink diaper. Good girl.”

“ thank you Mommy, I thought I was gonna be in that messy diaper all night. Would it be OK if I went over and talk to her? Or….”

“ do you really want to Jennifer? Seeing as of how, she’s in this predicament because of her inability to not run her mouth about you? I mean, I don’t care if you go talk to her… she’s probably gonna be pretty upset and apologetic”

“ it’s OK mommy… I want to show her what a good sister looks and sounds like. Plus, all I ever see is myself in diapers or other pictures on the Internet. It will be really adorable to see someone I know, and no so well… In thick diapers, just like me. lol. So only three weeks?”

“ yes baby… I figured that would be more than enough time for her to understand how you feel and what being in diapers is like. What do you think of that?”

“Oh, um… it’s weird for me to put a concept of wearing diapers as a punishment when someone doesn’t need to wear them for their intended purposes. Do you want me to encourage her, and see if I can’t get her comfortable enough to be in diapers, too, or occasionally?”

“ that’s up to you, Jennifer… would you be comfortable with another diaper person being in the mix? That might mean you don’t get all of the cute baby/diaper attention as you usually do. Tinker bell waddle britches. lol”

“ you said you liked the idea of her being in diapers too… maybe I can help with that. Plus, I’ve read all about un-potty training and secret ways, you can help your little need diapers…”

“ it sounds like you really like the idea of having another diaper girl around huh?”

“I guess. lol. Also, Beth Ann has talked to me privately and expressed a curiosity about wearing diapers too. When I asked her if she wanted me to ask you if it was OK for her to try one, she like freaked out and told me no. I think she’s secretly always wanted to be in diapers like me. I’m sorry if I’m telling secrets, and not being a good sister too.”

“ is that so… good to know? And never think you’re being a bad sister Jennifer, as you’ve been an absolute joy these past few years. I was telling your aunt the other day, that since you’ve been in full-time diapers, you’ve been the most behaved and excited to excel as you’ve ever been. And I’m glad that you’re my little diaper girl Jennifer.”

“ stop it, Mommy…lol. So it wouldn’t be too much on you if you had two diapered teens to deal with?”

“ of course not honey. Why would it? Besides, it’s not like I don’t have a full nursery set up for big babies and all the diapers and accessories needed. Now you understand why I didn’t want to sell or give away any of the baby clothes you’ve outgrown over the last couple years. I’m going to dig that box out of the attic, and bequeath that to your little diaper sister.”

“ oh man, she’s gonna be so humiliated!! lol. I sure hope she is comfortable with public humiliation and all that just like I was/am”

“ either way, she’s going to have to deal with the consequences of her insubordination. And if that turns into a longer time period of her in diapers, or if I feel like she is starting to untrained, then she may be in diapers longer than she is expecting. From what you’re telling me, despite her tears and begs for leniency… this is something she’s been curious about”

“ that’s what it seemed like to me. We should start seeing if we can kickstart her bed wetting. I’ve read a few stories and articles about how people who want to wear diapers have begun wetting the bed by following a strategic plan. Also, many can start developing light incontinence issues from being in full-time diapers for as little as two or three weeks. I’d bet, if she earns herself another week or two… By the time it would be discussed of her not being in diapers anymore… she may just be out of luck as she starts having accidents and etc.”

“OMG sugarplum. lol. Well, I would talk to her about some of that, and see where her brain’s at. But I am totally game if you think keeping her in diapers longer is appropriate”

“ what do you mean by if I think keeping her in diapers is appropriate Mommy?”

“ well, since she’s in diapers again because of you… If she gains any more punishment and/or needs an assessment, maybe it should be you that makes the determination about her wearing or not wearing diapers when the time comes”

“ really? That’s so adorable!!! if you’ll help me off the changing table, I’m gonna go see if she wants to talk to me, and yeah”

“UPPIES, good girl. Do me a favor, take a few steps around in your big crinkly diaper so I can see your wad butt and smell your sweet baby powder”

“ yes mommy. If it’s OK, I’m comfortable just wearing a shirt and diaper right now and not have my pajamas put back on so that sissy maybe he feels more comfortable in her diaper with mine on blast”

“ you know, you never have to ask me twice if you’re comfortable with your diapers being fully exposed. Heck, I buy the ex expensive ones so I wanna see how cute they are in my little diaper girls. lol”

“ I know Mommy, I just think it’s cute to ask”

As Diane was finishing admiring her 15-year-old and her fresh thick baby diaper, she encouraged and sent Jennifer over to Beth Ann’s room to talk about the new changes and whatever else Jennifer needed/wanted to say to her younger sister. Some of the revelations that Jennifer provided to her, we’re still dancing around in her head as she was not prepared for her to admit that her little sister had been curious about diapers at one point or another. Which, was very surprising to her… Based on the way, she handled being put back into diaper punishment and the emotions that followed. But she also knew all too well, that Beth Anne was the shy and private one who had a problem knowingly, admit to anything, even if she was guilty and not effective.

The two teen diaper girls mommy couldn’t help but think to herself:

“ it would be really cute to have both her girls in diapers as she had grown accustomed to changes in checks, and all that comes with having older kids still in diapers. As a matter of fact, the idea absolutely developed her imagination, as she was hoping that Jennifer would have a positive influence and she was correct in her assumption that BA wanted to be diapered too”

Just before Jennifer was about to knock on her little sister’s door, and allow herself in… Mommy quickly grabbed the small baby monitor microphone, and quickly handed it to Jennifer, to which she looked at her mom oddly wondering where she would put it as she was only in a small T-shirt and thick diaper.

“ here, I’m gonna put it in the back of your diaper… Well, I know you can’t help it, please try and not poop on this. lol”

“ why…oh… you wanna hear what we say, huh? Lmfao okay, shove it in there and I’ll try not to make a messy diaper. No guarantees “

“ Sweetheart, it’s OK if you make another messy Accident… I know you can’t help it”

“ fingers crossed, we can get Beth Anne in a similar predicament…”

———

“Knock knock. Sissy, it’s Jen. I’m coming in.”

“No…no please. I don’t want you…”

And before her little sister could finish her deterrent to not let her sister in her room, to see her in her newly diapered state… Jennifer opened the door, and gave an encouraging half smile directed at BA… and said:

“Hey, sissy. I just wanted to talk, and see how you’re doing. And look, I had Mommy not cover my diaper so that you wouldn’t feel so self-conscious.”

“ yeah well, you’re always in diapers… So I’m sure you showing yours right now. Isn’t anything out of the ordinary for you. I can’t believe this is happening.”

“ I’m sorry, sissy…”

As Jennifer walked over towards Beth Anne’s bed, and started to sit down next to her to console and discuss… she was immediately uprooted by the Stern reality of the baby monitor microphone tucked into the back of her diaper so that Mommy could hear what they talk about. As she decided to just nail on the ground and sit on her knees, just like a pampered toddler would.

“So, I heard about what happened. I figured it was appropriate that I came and saw if you were doing OK, and to let you know that I’m not mad at you.”

“ you’re not? I would be so pissed if I was in your shoes. I’m so sorry that I disrespected your trust, and our Familial bond. That wasn’t fair to you, Mommy, and or anyone. And as you can see, I’m being punished and dealt with”

“ you don’t have to apologize to me, sweetie. I understand that if people ask about my diaper stuff, or anything like that… Your bound to attempt levity by making jokes and trying to not have your friends weirded out about your sister’s diaper needs”

“ I really thought you were going to be nasty to me. And I would’ve deserved it.”

“ of course not, besides… isn’t this what you kinda wanted?”

“ wanted, what do you mean?”

“ it’s just us talking now sissy… I remember when you would constantly ask me to show you my diaper, and talk about how you were jealous, and how you would like to see what it’s like to be in diapers full-time too. Well, now you get that wish. lol. And, it’s in the way that you kind of wanted. Remember??”

“Yes… but in that fantasy, I didn’t have to wear them full-time and use them to make all of my bathrooms in. I always love the idea of being in a diaper again, just because I’ve seen you in them. And I’ve always been jealous of the extra attention you get from Mommy. I’m supposed to be the baby, not you!”

“ with hindsight being 20/20… how does it feel to be in a big thick baby a diaper? I remember when Mommy first put me into the thicker more noticeable ones. It was weird, walking and hearing the crinkles. lol”

“ I haven’t even gotten up off the bed since getting this thing taped on me. Do you think Mommy’s gonna change me on your changing table, or?”

“ I don’t know stinker. Maybe if you’re a naughty little diaper girl, and you’re in them past the punishment time for whatever reason… Mommy will regress your room back to a little girl’s nursery with your own changing table!!! or maybe have us both sleep in a room with two cribs and turn one of our rooms just into the diapering room and playroom!!”

“ all that sounds great Jennifer, but I’m still emotionally dealing with the fact that I have to wear these to school, around friends, and all of it. I’m having a hard time finding the positives at the moment, as my brain is in a whirlwind of concern and embarrassment.”

“ I wouldn’t worry too much, sis. It kinda is what it is, pro tip… treat these weeks, or however, long… As you need to be in diapers or you’ll have accidents. If you can trick your brain into convincing itself that you need to be in diapers when you get those feelings and they get stronger… The little voice inside your head can calm you down by telling you you need to be in diapers.”

“ really, is that what you did/do?”

“ well sis… I think it’s a little different for me, because of my incontinence. But if you want, I’m happy to help un-potty train you and maybe kickstart bed wetting so you’ll have to stay in diapers longer because you need them. Come on, sis… you know you’ve joked and talked about being in diapers because you thought it was hot. Or maybe sit down with mommy, and tell her you’ve secretly wanted to be in diapers for a while… I’ll bet she is excited about the proposition of you being in diapers alongside me!”

“ yeah right Jen. She’s so pissed at me right now. As she should be, but I don’t think admitting my interest in being diapered and treated like you would go over so well in the current state of events”

“ you might be surprised little sis. Either or, in an attempt to try and help you make the best of things at least currently… what is something that you’re excited about with being back in diapers and everything that comes with your diaper punishment?”

“ it’s a little difficult to think about being in diapers as something positive currently, but I’m sure you’re well aware, that I’m the most excited about getting checked and changed by Mommy like you have been for several years. Plus, when Mommy was putting this diaper on me… I had an overwhelming surge of warmth and security as she was moving along and getting me padded up. Also, while I would never admit this to anyone, but you… There’s a part of me that’s excited about others finding out and me having to deal with the fallout of being in diapers just like my big sis.”

“ sounds like my little sissy is down for some public humiliation. lol. I love when I get that. So you’re excited about Mommy changing you, and taking care of you?”

“ yeah… As I zoom through my thoughts and try and over correct… But yeah. Do you think me being in diaper punishment, or whatever… Means I’ll get basically the same treatment as you get?”

“ I guess that is determined by what you think you want as far as treatment… what do you explicitly talking about little sis?”

“ like, being dressed like a little, bathtime, diaper checks whenever… stuff like that”

“ while I’m not completely sure, I would dare to expect that exact treatment. You know, Mommy is really good at listening if you have anything to do with your diapers or punishment that you think you’d like to add or try out if you get comfortable enough.”

“ really?! I don’t know… I’m almost too afraid to say anything, as I know she’s still mad at me for the reason I’m put back into diapers.”

“ I wouldn’t worry too much about that sissy, but I am curious of what things you’re curious about as it comes to you being back into diapers”

“ it’s embarrassing…Uhg”

“ here, I’ll tell you a secret about my baby stuff and diapering that I asked Mommy about in privacy that she immediately console me for and immediately began addressing to my excitement and slight humiliation. When Mommy was first going over how my diapering was going to work, and confirming that I was comfortable with allowing her to take over diaper checks changes, and etc., as it would be easier on me… she told me she had thoughts of other babyish stuff and props, but wasn’t sure if I’d be comfortable enough with any of them. Curiously, I egged her on to tell me what she was thinking, and that’s when she told me about special needs car seat seats, strollers, and other baby stuff for big girls that she thought might be cute but that I wouldn’t be comfortable with. To which I blushed, and told her I thought all that was cute and I was comfortable with anything she wanted to do. And right after, I blurted out… that I wanted and was curious about public humiliation, and all that goes with it as it came to my diapers and diaper needs. She was definitely taken a back, but threw a big smile asked me a lot of questions and I put her onto a lot of stories and blogs that I had read to give her a good idea and to help her develop her own ideas to surprise me with them at her own pace.”

“ wait, so you’re the one that encouraged mom to use the public humiliation stuff with your diapers as I’ve seen her use? Dude, you were in tears and super emotional like every time she did that when all that first started. You’re telling me you all out asked for that kind of treatment, or more of it?”

“ I sure did. I admitted that I love the idea of public diaper checks around strangers, being changed in public restrooms, in the back of the car, all of it”

“ why are you so cool big sister? lol. That’s so brave of you, I could never…”

“ yeah you could, what if Mommy just began doing all those things? How would that make you feel?”

“ oh man, secretly… Incredible. lol. Especially public diaper checks as I’ve seen you get. Also, openly talking to my friend’s mom’s and Door, etc., about my new diaper needs so that all my friends find out and can support or embarrass me as their personality fits. I can’t believe I’m admitting this to you.”

“ that’s so cute BA, don’t you have a sleepover coming up soon? I bet that’s when Ariya is going to find out about your diaper needs. Unless you bite the bullet, and talk to her beforehand… So when Mommy talks to her mom about your diaper needs, it won’t be a surprise.”

“ is it bad that I kind of like the idea of it being a surprise to her so I can see her genuine reaction, and potential disgust?”

“ of course not honey. I think that that’s cute, so you like the idea of people finding out your own diapers and then having to just deal with the fallout? What do you think Mommy’s gonna tell other people about your diaper needs?”

“ she mentioned something about just telling the blatant truth, that I got in trouble for making fun of you and this is my punishment. But like, it would be much more embarrassing if she told people, especially my friend’s moms, but I got caught stealing your diapers and wearing them and when I asked, I admitted I wanted to be in diapers, so mommy is keeping me in them as I need to find out what it’s like to really wear diapers and if it’s something I want. And then, potentially start having accidents and begin to need diapers to which when the time comes to be out of them, no one is comfortable with me, not padded as I’ve begun having real accidents.”

“Wow… I had no idea little sis. I think all of that is incredible, is there anything you want me to do to help make this transition easier for you?”

“ I don’t know, I thought I was about to begin babysitting and taking care of your diver needs… And now we’re both in diapers. lol. I guess one thing you can do for me, is keep this conversation private… So that my time and diapers can be limited and I can get on with just being the best little sister to my big diapered sister as I can.”

“Awwwww. Well, I hope you start un-potty training! I wanna see how you deal in advance with being in full-time diverse past a deadline and how it will change your way of thinking and to see how much you really want to be in diapers full-time “

“ I think I like the idea of just getting to wear a diaper here and there but not actually having to be in them full-time and use them. I’ve never thought about using one.”

“ I’m sure you have, lol. And it seems to me, like you’re diddling a little bit. Do you have to make a potty now?”

“Um….maybe. This is so embarrassing.”

“ do you have to make a pee pee or a poo poo?”

“OMG Jennifer, that’s so embarrassing. But a pee pee, to answer your question”

“Okay. Give me your hand and stand up. You’ll probably find it much easier to get yourself used to peeing in your diaper, if you stand up and just sort of prase about thinking about the pressure being released and the acknowledgment of a warm secure diaper, wrapping all of you.”

“ seriously, my incontinent older sister is trying to teach me how to wet my diaper. Uhg..”

“ just do it sissy. After you get used to just letting go in your diaper, things will get a little easier and before you know it, you’ll begin leaking and making a little PP accidents all throughout the day. That’s what mine kind of feel like. lol”

“Fine…”

As Jennifer helped her little diaper sister off her bed… She kept holding her hand and helping her think about running water as BA began to get more twitchy and was noticeably needing to wet her diaper. With every coach, and encouragement… BA felt a tiny drop here and there hit her diaper as she was still not sure and a little insecure about using the diaper as intended, and if it was going to leak or not:

“ stop thinking about leaking, or any consequences… As I promise you, you won’t be leaky and even if so, Mommy will be extra sweet while changing you as she always does for me”

“ do you really think Mommy’s going to be sweet and nice while taking care of my diapers, since I’m in punishment?”

“ sweetheart, I think that should be the last thing on your mind as I know Mommy is probably excited about having both her girls in diapers again”

As Jennifer was consoling her little sister, and helping her relax enough to make the potty in her diaper… all of a sudden, it seemed like the world stopped… As BA made a grunt and vent her knees as she exclaimed:

“ holy shit, sis… I’m peeing right now… it’s so warm”

“ see, that wasn’t so bad was it? Now that that’s out of the way, what is your diaper punishment look like, or the rules or whatever”

As BA, calmed down after making her diaper so soggy… she was afraid to sit down as being in a full diaper was a new feeling, she tried to remember all of the diaper rules and etc., that Mommy had just told her as her mind was spinning and she was having trouble paying attention at the newfound soggy warmth and crinkly waddling. She was now experiencing in full force. While Jennifer had no idea about the extra little diaper rule that Mommy had instituted just for her, stating that she must loudly announce when she wet or messes her diaper. Unbeknownst to Beth Anne, Mommy had been hearing the whole conversation… And was melting at the hard facts that her littlest daughter did want to be in diapers in some capacity, and the unwavering support her older sister was giving her even though it was making fun of her that got her put back into diapers in the first place. Also on Mommy’s mind was:

“ how long do I give BA, to announce her wet diaper before instituting more punishments or potentially more time onto her diaper dependency?”

Diane thought to herself, I’ll give it five minutes… And then I’m gonna go check on them both and if she doesn’t announce her wet diaper, then she’s going to give the extra punishment to her in front of Jennifer to see how embarrassed she can be. Also, her mind swirling with ideas to the admittance of her youngest, wanting to be diaper, humiliated, and all the other things she shared, and what she thought was confidence. She was honestly really excited about helping embarrass her daughter because of her diapers. She didn’t get to do a whole lot of that part with Jennifer, as her diapers were a necessity and not something more eccentric as was happening currently. And she was bursting with anticipation, to tell Ariya’s mom exactly what she just told her older sis as to which would embarrass her to her satisfaction. This began a tumbling brainstorm of all of her friends mothers she’s close with and even adjacently close with to try and illicit her daughter’s desires without her having to physically ask for it. Internally, she thought to herself.:

“ this is kind of great, now I have a little diaper spy in Jennifer to get anything out of Beth Anne that she would be far too embarrassed to tell her ask her mother about. She wondered, how long would it be before she realized everything she was saying in private was coming true in reality and why that was.”

After breaking stride of her daydream, she realized it had been almost 10 minutes… and made the determination. She was going to check both girls and assess further punishment for BA, as she had already broken one of her diaper rules

[squiirming]

when desperation to piss and cum gets mixed up… like when they don’t know what’s gonna happen first, but they know it’s about to happen. that’s so hot 🥵

when they’re frantically working towards an orgasm and are so close but they need to go so bad they’re afraid they’ll lose control first. or when they’re just trying to hold back piss but either the need itself or the things they need to do to hold it is turning them on bad, and now they fear they might come before they get a chance to relieve themselves.

when they’re getting off to holding and think they’re about to come, they’re sure that’s what’s about to happen, but then they don’t, instead they pulse and leak and it feels almost like coming. or when they’re getting off to holding and are super turned on, but are sure the urge to piss is more urgent than the urge to come, and right when they’re certain they’re about to leak, they orgasm instead.

when they start leaking pretty bad and they’re basically about to lose control and fully wet themselves, and their last ditch attempt at holding back the flood, hands clamped at this crotch, is what causes them to come, right before they do fully lose control.

when they were frantically rubbing themselves to hold it, but they well and truly lost the battle so they relent and slow their motions before taking their hand away, only for the relaxation in their body to finally allow it to come, while they’re pissing.

when pissing feels so fucking good they can’t help but masturbate through it until their muscles lock up before they’re done because they’re about to come, and then resume relieving themselves involuntarily right after the peak passes.

when they orgasm before they meant to and suddenly they can’t hold it anymore, they start wetting themselves despite scrambling to keep it together, overstimulating themselves in the process and forcing another orgasm moments later.

when coming is what makes them lose it, the spasming of their muscles too strong, and it accidentally starts to squirt while they’re coming.

[all4thedips]

Rian's New Sister - Ch. 7 - This Nursery Ain’t Big Enough for the Two of Us

Note: This story features consenting adult characters and is intended for a mature, 18+ audience only.

Gwen, David, and I sat in a big chair in the living room for storytime. Gwen on one of David’s hard, uncomfortable legs and me on the other. David was tall, but it was still an awkward position. When Mommy read me stories we were usually propped up in her bed, snuggled under some blankets. But when we read in the living room I sprawled out across her lap. That wouldn’t work with two people. Not unless Gwen and I wanted have our legs all tangled up in one another’s. I wanted as much physical space between us—miles, if possible, thanks—and I guess she felt the same way. So we each sat on one of David’s legs, backs against the sides of the chair, our legs dangly down between David’s, trying not to touch each other when we shifted. It was a fitting picture of everything in our stupid, new life: awkward, uncomfortable, and worse than how things had been before. 

I shifted positions, trying to get comfortable. David wasn’t soft and comfy like Mommy. She smelled like vanilla creme body lotion and lavender shampoo. He smelled like aftershave and garlic, and his whiskers scratched me when I got too close. Worse, I’d felt the warm lump of his penis against my thigh at one point. 

“Do you always wiggle this much?” David asked me. 

“He does,” Mommy called from the kitchen. She’d insisted on cleaning up so David could relax and ‘get in some bonding time’ with Gwen and me. I gritted my teeth and bit back every nasty response that came to mind. 

We were on our second story. The Girl and the Dinosaur. It was one of my favorites, but I wasn’t really paying attention. I kept wondering if I’d given in too easily at dinner. Had I caved to David’s demands just I could get my blocks in my room? After all, as much as I loved my little village having it in my room wasn’t going to fix anything. We’d still be living in this big, cold house with him and the brat. But outright defiance and arguing never worked with Mommy. Early on in being her fulltime diaperboy I’d refused to eat a veggie casserole she’d made. I’d called it ‘gross’ and shoved my plate away. Rather than give me the chicken strips I’d been angling for she pulled a jar of baby food out of the pantry and smacked it down in front of me, not saying a word. For a whole week, she spoonfed me peas, apricots, and the worst—turkey. Jar after jar of the mushy goop. The slop got on my chin and on my chest. It plopped down on my diaper. Even after she cleaned me up the smell of the stuff clung to me. Almost as bad, it rushed back out the other end just as quickly; I spent more time sitting in messy diapers than clean ones. ‘If you want to act like a bratty toddler I’ll treat you like a bratty toddler,’ she’d said at the end of the week. 

If I refused to go along with David’s request, or stuck to my guns and told Mommy we had to move out, she’d double down. Tell me I needed to give it time. That I needed to trust her. That she was in charge. I’d still end up doing what they wanted, plus they’d be angry with me. So I’d go along with it for now. Give Mommy time to see how controlling David was. And what a self-centered brat Gwen was. See how much better things were when it was just the two of us sharing a home.

“The end,” David said. He closed the book and set it aside. 

Finally. I was ready to get in my crib with no one but Mr. Fraggle to keep me company. I slid off his lap. Or tried to—he put his big hand on my tummy, stopping me. Then reached down and squeezed my wet diaper. He repeated the process with Gwen. “Alright, let’s get you two soggy butts changed. Don’t want you leaking all over each other tonight.” 

I wriggled away and stood up. Leaking all over each other? That’d be quite a feat. I’d had some epic leaks, but nothing that’d reach across the room. But even if I was that wet, there was no frickin’ way was he going to change me. Ever. 

Mommy walked into the room with a bottle in each hand. “How were the stories?” 

I shrugged. Gwen didn’t say anything. She hadn’t said much since dinner. I guessed she wasn’t excited about David’s assignment for us either. Finally, something we agreed on. But that I meant I’d have to convince her; I had more at stake than she did, as David clearly treated her with kid gloves. 

Mommy chuckled. “Looks like we have a couple of overtired babies.” She handed me a bottle. It was warm, not hot, just like I liked it. “Alright, then. Let’s go change that soggy bum and get you tucked in.” 

I followed her up the stairs, David and Gwen behind us. I stopped dead when I reached the nursery. Where my crib should’ve been there was an empty patch of carpet. 

“Where’s my crib? Did you set it up in your room?” I asked. When she’d first bought my crib for me years ago we set it up in our bedroom. The bedroom had been incredibly cramped—you could barely walk around the massive crib and king-sized bed to get to the dresser or the closet—but I wanted to feel close to her as we transitioned to a new sleeping arrangement. A new life. A few months later, the guest room became my nursery and I moved in there with my crib.

Maybe she finally realized how hard this move had been for me and did that to make it easier. I didn’t want to sleep in David’s room. I didn’t want to see Mommy in bed with him. But I couldn’t imagine where else they would’ve set up my crib. 

Mommy opened her mouth to respond, then closed it again again pursed her lips. She turned to David and nodded at the changing table. “Do you mind?” 

“Go for it,” he said. “Gwen and I will brush her toofers.” 

“What’s going on?” I asked.

“Climb on up on the changing table and we’ll take about it, sweetness,” Mommy said to me. She put a hand on my back. 

I shrugged her hand off. “Where is it?”  

She pointed at the table. 

I sighed and padded over, climbing up and laying myself down on the vinyl top, setting my bottle down next to me. Mommy loomed over me. She popped the tapes and pulled the front of my soggy diaper down. 

“There was a bit of a mixup with the workers today,” she said. “They started to put your crib together and realized they were missing some of the hardware.” 

“What do you mean ‘missing’?” I shook my head. “Have you looked in…” I trailed off. I had no idea where the parts might be. There were still some unopened boxes in this room and a few more scattered around the house, and I knew they’d put a bunch of stuff in the garage, but I didn’t know where to start. “I can look.” I started to sit up.  

“Ah ah,” she said. “Stay right there, mister. We’ll get the crib sorted out tomorrow.” She wiped me down, lifting the cage so she could get underneath it. “There isn’t any pinching or chafing or anything, right?” 

If I lied and told her it was pinching she’d take it off. At least for now. But I knew that would be a temporary fix. She’d realize it was fine and then be angry I’d lied. Or buy a different size or model. And as big a problem as the cage was, all I could think about right now was my crib. “I’m not sure if it’s gonna pinch much. Hasn’t been on long,” I said, not wanting to commit to anything; that was a battle for another day soon. “I’ll put my sleeping bag on the couch. That’ll work for now.” 

She raised an eyebrow. “You really think David wants you leaking all over the furniture? I’ve told him what a supersoaker you are.” 

“We can build a fort and sleep in it together. There’s plenty of room on the floor downstairs. That way I’m not on the furniture. I can get a couple of sheets and—” 

“No, sweetness. You need a good night of sleep. And we need to settle into a normal routine. You’ll be sharing a crib with Gwen tonight.” 

“Sharing a…no. No no no. I can’t.” I could barely stand being in the same room as her. Sharing a crib? I’d have to smell her obnoxious, overpowering lotions and perfume. Have to listen to her lecture me on everything I did in that stuck-up, princess tone that she said everything in. I was sure she’d find at least ten things wrong with how I laid in bed in the first five minutes. 

Mommy pulled the wet diaper out from beneath me, leaving my damp backside pressed against the cool vinyl. “You’re always telling me how bored you get at night. So now you’ll have some company. You two can talk and tell each other stories. Figure out what you’re going to bake this week. Just try to get some sleep, ‘k? Another big day tomorrow.” 

“But she…” 

Mommy fluffed out one of my overnight diapers, then slid it beneath me. “She what? You need to give that girl a chance. You two have a lot in common, you know.”

“Yeah, right.” 

“You’re both in diapers, sleeping in cribs. How many people in their early thirties can say that? She’s sweet and playful, but can be a bit pouty when she doesn’t get her way. Sounds like someone I know.” 

I didn’t even know what to say to that. We were nothing alike, even if some of the circumstances of our lives were.  

Mommy leaned closer, her face inches from mine. I could feel her warm breath on my face. See her full, soft breasts hang low in her shirt. “We both know you’re gonna need some kind of distraction, now that you can’t hump your pampers all night long. She’ll keep you company.” 

She smiled sweetly, then straightened back up. My mind reeled, unsure what to say as she finished the change. “But, what if I leak on her?” I finally asked, grasping for anything. 

“Gross!” Gwen said, walking back into the room. “See Daddy, I told you he was gonna pee on me. You need to find him a different place to sleep. And make him wear Royal Rumps. Not whatever that is.”  

David shook his head. “That’s a fine diaper, Jellybean.” 

I didn’t want to agree with Gwen about anything and I definitely didn’t want to end up in Royal Rumps. But if she pitched a fit about us sleeping in the same crib, something might actually change. “I dunno,” I said, “I leak a lot.” I pulled the bottle to my mouth and gulped down a bunch of warm milk for emphasis. 

“See!” Gwen said. “I’m gonna be in a puddle. Do you want your princess in a puddle of gross boy pee?” 

“Plastic pants,” Mommy said. She patted my diaper. “Hop down.” 

“They’re still boxed up,” I said, pointing at the stack of boxes by the closet. I slid off the changing table. 

“Right. That’s going to be one of your chores tomorrow,” Mommy said. “Gwen will help you find space for all of your stuff.” 

Gwen huffed loudly and crossed her arms.

“I have something you can wear for tonight,” Daddy said. He walked over to the closet and returned a moment later with a pair of pink rhumba panties with white hearts on them. Frills traced across the backside and leg holes. 

“Oh, uh…”

Daddy smirked. “It’s okay. I’m sure Gwen would be happy for you to borrow them, right Gwen?” 

Gwen glared at me. As if this was my fault. As if I had any control in any of this. 

“Well isn’t that sweet,” Mommy said. “Say thank you, Rian.” 

“You know what, she has another pair,” Daddy said. He went to the closet and returned with a pair that was white with pink hearts. “One for each of you. Now you two will match.” 

Gwen stared daggers at me as David led her over to the changing table. This was going to be a long night. Mommy fed my legs through the holes and pulled the rhumba panties into place. 

“They’re too tight,” I said, pulling at the elastic around the leg holes. 

“They’re supposed to be tight,” Mommy said. “To stop leaks. And they look absolutely adorable on you. We might have to get you a pair of your own.” She guided me over to Gwen’s vanity so I could see myself in the mirror. The panties looked ridiculous. Like someone had sewn a bunch of old lady doilies to satin panties. 

She ushered me over to Gwen’s crib and pulled down the wooden side. “Alright, up we go.” She put a hand under my butt and helped me climb up. Not that I needed help, really, but this was our routine. 

I stretched out. The mattress was too firm. And it felt narrower than my crib. Far too narrow for two people. The blankets reeked of strawberry or cherry or something sweet and cloying. It was going to be like sleeping in a Bath and Body Works. 

“I need my blanket and Mr. Fraggle,” I said. “And my pillows.”

Mommy shook her head. “All of that stuff is still packed away. But it looks like Gwen has a bunch of pillows and blankets. And I’m sure she’d share—” 

“I need Mr. Fraggles.” 

She sighed. “Alright, sweetness.” She walked over to the boxes and returned a moment later with Mr. Fraggles. 

I squeezed him close, his orange fur pressed against my face. He smelled like home, at least. 

Then Gwen and David were there. I took a deep breath. David scooped Gwen up in his arms and laid her down on the mattress next to me. He leaned down and kissed her forehead. “Sleep tight, Jellybean.” 

“Love you, Daddy,” she said. 

“Love you, too,” he said. He drew the side of the crib up and it clicked into place. 

“Night, sweetness,” Mommy said. 

I didn’t say anything. I just glared. 

She looked sad for a moment, then nodded her head. 

I felt a pang of regret twist in my gut. I wanted her to know I loved her. To know that I needed us to be us. But that I was hurt, too. 

Before the words could come to me, she was leaving. David shut the light out and left the room, and Gwen and I were left in the darkness together.

I've been having loads of fun writing my current Tier 3 (24/7 Baby) story, titled Just Be Yourself:

"Lucas used to take his wife on dates. Used to dance, drink wine, and wake up tangled in the sheets beside her. Now he sleeps in a nursery and wears the diapers she buys him.

When Eliza plans a weekend away with her dominant lover, Lucas sees a chance to prove he is still a man. Gregory’s sister, Tamsin, will be there, newly free from college and planning a thru-hike of the Appalachian Trail. She represents everything Lucas thinks he has lost: autonomy, adventure, adulthood.

If he can impress her, maybe he can convince Eliza to give him back the independence he craves. But the deeper he pushes against the rules of their relationship, the more he risks losing the intimacy and security he depends on.

To reclaim his manhood, Lucas must decide what he is willing to give up and whether the life he loves is one he can truly choose."

[fairiesthesecond]

“Oh wait oh no no no!!” He stands up quickly, scattering the pillows and blanket he had been sitting on.

“You good, bud?” He ignores me as he walks swiftly towards the bathroom. I pause the movie and follow him. “You okay?”

“No!! I peed my pants!!”

“Let me see. Oh no, you soaked them, didn’t you? Sit down on the toilet and see if you need to finish up. I’ll help you get your pants off.”

“I can’t believe that happened.” He keeps saying it as I coax his pants off over his bare feet. “I can’t believe I did that.”

“I knew you were doing it on purpose,” I say quietly, not really meaning to say it out loud.

“No, it wasn’t on purpose! I just was so relaxed and I just kind of…started going…”

“Uh-huh? You just kind of started going?”

“Well, yeah, well, kind of…” He trails off, looking down at the floor.

I help him to his feet and turn on the shower.

“I don’t know why I did that. I’m sorry.”

“You said you just started going because you were relaxed, right? Were you expecting to have a pull-up on?”

“No!!”

“Uh-huh…” I’m helping him take off his shirt now. There’s a bit of a wet spot on the hem.

“Okay, um, fine. I kind of didn’t realize…um…”

“You didn’t realize what?”

“I didn’t know I just had pants on.” I motion for him to step into the shower and he does. “I wasn’t expecting it to soak through my underwear like that but then I felt it and I realized I was peeing my pants…”

“But you didn’t stop?”

“No, I couldn’t…I had to get up, um…”

“You’re meant to be trying to make it even when you have a pull-up on. Do you remember that? Turn around, I need to rinse your bottom.”

“Ummm…I usually always try…” I turn him back around and he meets my gaze before looking away. “Almost always…”

“Uh-huh…Is this why you keep having a wet pull-up in the evening? Because you only almost always try?”

“Ummm…”

“What? Are you getting shy about telling me? Pick up your left foot. I saw it had some pee on it.”

“Okay, maybe sometimes when it’s late and I’m tired it’s a little bit…um…a little bit on purpose.”

“Just a little bit?” I run the soapy washcloth over one foot and then the other while he grips my shoulder.

“Yeah, um, like…I just don’t really think about it and I want to go potty but I just end up…”

“You just go in your pull-up?”

“Yeah…kind of…”

“A ‘kind of’ doesn’t make your pull-up all wet and saggy.”

“No, um…”

I turn the shower off and get him his towel.

“No, I guess not really.”

“But you don’t want to interrupt what we’re doing, huh? Like when we’re watching a movie or you’re in my lap on the couch.”

“Uh, yeah.”

“Okay. I thought this was happening. But what did you tell me last time you had a wet pull-up when I was changing you into your bedtime diaper?”

“I said I had an accident.”

“Right. You said you didn’t notice that you had to go. Are you cold? You look like you’re starting to shiver. Let’s go get pajamas on.”

He follows me to the bedroom and I let him pick out his PJs.

I watch him set the PJs neatly on the rug. “I think you forgot something.”

“Oh yeah, my…” He opens the bottom drawer and fishes out his diaper.

“It was really naughty to go pee in your pants,” I tell him, pushing him back onto his changing mat.

“I know, but I said I didn’t realize I was…”

“You said you didn’t realize you didn’t have a pull-up on. You did know you were going.”

He puts his hands over his face. “I swear it’s a different thing! It’s not going on purpose it’s just not trying not to go!”

“Say that again and see if it makes sense.”

“Nooo, Mommy, it’s not…”

I have his diaper all the way on. I take his hands and pull him to his feet. “Help me get your PJs on you.”

“I can do it by myself.”

“Uh-huh? All by yourself? Whose PJ shirt was on backwards last night after he did it by himself?” That shuts him up.

“Diaper feels good, huh?” I ask. He quickly takes his hand away from the front of his diaper and plays his hair instead while I help him into his pajama pants.

He follows me back out of the room. “Can you make sure all the pillows and blankets survived your ‘accident’ without getting wet?”

He gets on his knees and sorts through them. I take the opportunity to smack his bottom.

“Hey!!!!” He looks over his shoulder, frowning.

“Keep picking up your pillows, silly. Any wet spots?”

“No, I think everything is good. Oh. Wait. No. The blanket is all wet in the middle…” He turns around, face burning.

“Okay. What do we do with that.”

“Oh! The washing machine.” He goes to the bathroom to get his pants and I listen to him make his way to the laundry room.

When he comes back I’m sitting on the couch. He has a new blanket draped over his shoulder.

“Can I sit in your lap this time? I don’t want to be by myself on the floor anymore.”

I pull him towards me and make sure he’s comfortable. I find one of his hands and slip mine over it, but his other arm is reaching down in front of him again.

“Are you feeling your diaper again?”

“No!! Stop!”

I kiss the back of his neck and pick up the remote to play the movie again. “What are you thinking about?” I ask softly in his ear.

“Um…kind of, like, um, I’m thinking about…um. Stuff.”

“Come on, dude. Try that again.”

“I’m thinking about peeing myself earlier! Okay? Is that not okay?”

“That’s okay. Do you want Mommy to do that for you?”

He starts to try to say something again but gives up and lets me loop my arm under his and find the same spot on his diaper.

“That feel better?”

“Go slower.” I slow down.

“You’re kind of demanding tonight, huh?”

“I didn’t mean to talk back! I’m sorry.”

“Maybe we need to turn the movie off and go to bed right away.”

“No!! Um…I mean, I don’t want to go to bed yet. Please.”

“Okay. No more telling me what to do. Who tells who what to do?”

“You tell me.” He squirms.

“Right. And I’m going to tell you that you need to get up and go in the potty. Even if you’re relaxed and sleepy.”

“Okay…”

“Unless you want to wear diapers all the time. Even when your friends are over.”

“Okay.”

“Okay? Repeat that back.”

“I’m going to try to be better…unless I want to wear diapers all the time.”

“That’s right.”

“Do I need to decide right now?”

“No, baby. We can wait until tomorrow night and see what happens.”

[fairiesthesecond]

most egregious typos fixed. Everybody say thank you fairies but only if you want. And tell me what you think he should decide to do!! Note that tomorrow he gets underwear for one last try

[fairiesthesecond]

what about if it’s okay to mess your diaper/pull-up in the morning because it’s already going to get changed and you’re already going to get a shower anyway but it’s not okay to go in your pants during the day. what if for some reason it takes you a little bit to understand this. and she sighs and just starts putting you in pull-ups every day which is so super embarrassing if you have a playmate over and she keeps checking you even though now you know not to go poop in it during daytime. but then one day you decide to test this limit and find out that she isn’t angry at all when you mess a little bit. and she kind of acts like it’s normal and she was expecting it. so it slowly turns into pooping yourself every day…

[fairiesthesecond]

and then you hear her talking about it around other people. “oh he must be losing a little more control because he’s been pooping in his pull-up during the day now.” and you didn’t realize that she thought it was on accident or that she would tell people. but it would also be super embarrassing to speak up and admit that it was on purpose because you thought it was okay. so you let her think you’re just becoming a little bit more of a baby. and soon it’s diapers all the time after a few too many accidents and too much tutting and cleaning up. and that makes it more embarrassing when friends are over, but it also starts to feel good that everyone is taking care of you and being extra nice so you just kind of let it happen and feel fuzzier and fuzzier every day…

[straitjacketshopcom]

Innocent? Well… almost. 💗 From the side, it’s all proper schoolgirl charm — soft plaid, cute trim, everything neatly in place. But that playful little bottom might just be begging for a cuddle… and maybe a gentle warning from Miss. 😇

[pamperscouple]

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[asleepydoe]

POV we’re gaming next to each other and you want me to prove to you that I haven’t wet myself like the baby I am… see !! ૮꒰ྀིฅ ˕ ฅ꒱ྀིა

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[littl3st-daisy]

good girls fill their diapers😇🤎

[abdlswitch101-deactivated202507]

Disneyland Trip

I would love to take you to Disneyland and dress you in a diaper, denim mini skirt, and tight shirt that just barely covers the top of your skirt. We'd go to places like Toontown and I'd have you go down the slide at Goofy's, check your diaper in Minnie's house, and we'd go through Mickey's house to take pictures with him. I'd have rules the whole time for you. Things like no holding your potty. When you feel like going you have to go immediately no excuses. Another rule would be no adjusting your shirt. If your shirt raises and you want it to be fixed then you need to ask me to fix it for you. This would be perfect for when we take a picture with Mickey. One of our picture with Mickey would be us raising our arms in the air which would cause your shirt to ride up and your diaper waistband to peek out until I fixed it for you. The picture would be great to look back on and remember what a baby you were that day at Disneyland. 

I hope it would also remind you of all the times that day you had to worry about your diaper showing. Times like getting on or off rides such as it's a small world or pirates of the Caribbean where you not only worried about your shirt riding up but you also had to worry about upskirts. Or the tree house where you had to worry about people behind and below you looking up and seeing your diaper as you walked up the stairs and how as you got to the top of the tree house you were tired enough to not even care if you got caught. Or the whole time in line for Indiana Jones where I made it so that you're diaper peeked in the back as if it were caught on your shirt. Or how you had to go and change into a new diaper in the crowded bathroom because you had too many accidents.

[froggyprincessbaby]

Pweaseee!

[gcvgbbvvjbch]

[subbyemoji-deactivated20251028]

an old fantasy: sleeping in a dorm with a bunch of other people. we get locked in at curfew, and by the time morning comes we all need to pee. i’m curled under the covers on my side with both hands between my legs. other people throw off the blankets and squirm around with tightly crossed legs. i hear people whispering tips to each other on how to help hold, and inevitably the thing that works best is touching ourselves. just… a room full of desperate people all jerking off as slow as we can to try and make it til the door is unlocked again. someone getting too close and having to stop for a second… feeling myself leak and my clit throbbing as i listen to them whine…

[destinedfordiapers]

She smiled when it happened. She couldn’t help herself. All it took was a few bounces and you were feebly blowing a load into your diapers.

You thought she was smiling because she loved you and loved seeing you cum. She wasn’t.

She was actually smiling because she had destroyed another cocky asshole who believed women existed for his own pleasure. You just didn’t know it yet.

It had been too easy. She knew you couldn’t resist her. So when she took you home the first night, you happily believed her when she said she was hopelessly turned on by “hot guys” in diapers. You happily agreed to wear them more and more for the sake of her happiness.

You never put up a fight when diapers became a 24/7 reality in your own life. Anything to keep her happy. You didn’t realize—or maybe just didn’t care—that the state of your diaper was no longer under your control. All you cared about was the attention she showered you in every time she changed you. You believed her when she said the lack of sex was only temporary. That soon you’d be doing it every day. So you never realized you were cumming faster and faster every time she rubbed your diaper. By the time they stopped altogether, you were cumming whenever she checked your diaper.

You didn’t see her smile when you wet your pants in the middle of the grocery store after she suggested you go without diapers for a day. She knew you were incontinent now.

All that was left was to see was if you could cum just by looking at her. So yes, she was smiling as you doubled over, pathetically cumming in your diaper that you didn’t realize you now needed.

By this time tomorrow, you’d be single. Only then will you realize what you were: a worthless, incontinent diaper boy who’ll cum whenever he sees a bra strap or bikini.

Welcome to your new life.