thinking about a little whoās gotten all pent up from not getting any attention from daddy later but is too shy to ask him for special touches
heās working in the office whilst they lie in bed cuddling their favourite plushie. they start to get that funny tingly feeling in their willy and canāt help but start running against the plushie. they get their phone out and find one of those naughty videos daddy showed them to watch
their little willy is so excited and so they pull it out of their pyjamas to rub properly against their plushie. the people in the video are making loads of pretty noises, it makes them think of daddy and they shudder as their winky twitches
thereās a loose thread at the bottom of their plushie from where itās been playing with lots and itās created a small hole, just about big enough for them to accidentally slip their bits into as they thrust. they let out a big noise like the people in the video and thrust faster and faster, the softness of their plushie feeling soooo nice on their willy
they have their plushie under them now and they start whimpering and moaning for daddy as they play with their plushie. suddenly itās all too much and sticky stuff spurts out of their winky into their plushie and they shake with the tingly feeling
baby moans out daddyās name as the naughty tingles go away, but now theyāve got different tingles. they need to potty! and badly!
panicking, they try to pull their sticky little willy out of their plushie but they get stuck and canāt get out. they look up to the door and notice daddy has left his office and is stood watching them and they canāt help but let go, a loud hissing filling the room as they tinkle into their plushie. their hips buck few times and they can see daddyās grown up winky getting all excited in his trousers!
blushing, they finish their tinkle and wait for daddy to come over and clean them all up, still thrusting slightly into their plushie
Oooooooh, HOT! A pent-up little is a humpy little, that's just a fact of life - and when littles get humpy, their plushies are often the best things to relieve that urge with! Especially if there's a convenient hole at the bottom for even more satisfying tingles... But another fact about littles is that tingles will often quickly be followed by tinkles! And now that hole feels just a little too tight to pull back out of, which means their plushie's just going to have to take the tinkles too... At least they gave their daddy a good show!
[ABDL. F/f. Slow regression with spicy scenes at the end.]
Miss Daisy meticulously organized her classroom two doors down the hall to the left, nestled inside Birchwood Academy daycare. The soft glow of early morning sunlight seeped through the blinds, casting a warm pattern of shadows on the freshly mopped floor. She took a deep breath, her heart swelling with excitement for the new chapter about to unfold in her otherwise mundane life. She was known for her patience and nurturing spirit, qualities that had made her beloved by the parents and cherished by the children in her care. However, there was a side to Miss Daisy that was as secret as the whispers shared during nap time.
The door creaked open, and in walked Lily, her new classroom aide. Lily's eyes widened as she took in the carefully arranged space, a hint of apprehension in her smile, a look on her face as if she already preparing to apologize for the intrusion. Miss Daisy noticed the way she fidgeted with her fingers.
"Good morning, Miss Daisy!" she chirped, her voice as bright as the daisies painted on the wall.
Miss Daisy put down the plush teddy bear she was holding and approached Lily with open arms. "Welcome, my dear," she said, her voice as warm as a lullaby. "You're just in time to help me set up for the little ones."
Lily's eyes sparkled with excitement, and she eagerly began to follow Miss Daisy's instructions, placing the alphabet blocks into the designated corner and folding the tiny blankets that matched the colorful cribs. In just a few short minutes the chemistry between them was palpable, an unspoken bond forming as they worked side by side.
Throughout the day, Miss Daisy couldn't help but observe Lily's every move. The way she interacted with the children, the gentle lilt in her voice as she sang nursery rhymes, and the genuine joy she brought to the classroom was mesmerizing. It was as if Lily had always been a part of this world, a perfect fit in the tapestry of babyhood that Miss Daisy had so meticulously woven. But it wasn't quite enough for Miss Daisy. Her idle thoughts, nebulous at first, crystallized into something much more specific: the vision of Lily in a crib, swaddled in a blanket with a pacifier in her mouth, playing with her tiny fingers, became almost tangible.
Miss Daisy knew she had to be careful, though. Lily was an adult, after all, and she had to be eased into this new role. The idea of turning her assistant into a baby-like figure was thrilling and terrifying in equal measure. She had to be patient, like she was with her young students, guiding Lily step by step. It was a dance of subtle suggestions and gentle manipulation.
The first few days were a blur of giggles and spilled milk. Lily took to her new position with a surprising ease, her youthful exuberance blending seamlessly with Miss Daisy's nurturing demeanor. They were a dynamic duo, and the children adored the playful banter that flowed between them. Yet, Miss Daisy felt a pang of something unfulfilled every time she saw Lily in her adult clothes, her hair pulled back in a practical ponytail, her shoes with a small heel squeaking against the linoleum floor.
One quiet afternoon, while the children napped, Miss Daisy decided it was time to take the first step in her plan. She approached Lily, who was nodding off in the rocking chair with a book about child development. "You know, I've noticed how good you are with the babies," she said, her voice a gentle coo. "It's like you were born for this."
Lily snapped to attention, looked up, her eyes questioning if her boss had seen her sleeping on the job. "Thanks, Miss Daisy. I really enjoy it."
Miss Daisy offered her a knowing smile. "Although, if you're already out of energy in the early afternoon, maybe you're too good with the babies."
Lily blushed and began to respond, but Miss Daisy quickly cut her off. "Don't be sorry, dear. I think this is a wonderful opportunity for you."
Lily looked at her skeptically. "What do you mean?"
Miss Daisy's smile grew wider. "Well, why don't you join in on nap time. You know, get on the same schedule as the kiddos. Bond with them a little, recharge your batteries. Win-win?"
Lily chuckled, assuming it was a joke. "You want me to nap with the babies?"
"Better than trying to sneak a nap when I'm not looking," Miss Daisy said, her tone playful yet firm.
The first few days, Lily found the suggestion amusing. During nap time, Miss Daisy would lay out a small cot next to the cribs and encourage Lily to lie down, whispering soothing lullabies that seemed to calm even the most fussy of infants. Initially, Lily would just close her eyes and listen as Miss Daisy tended to the sleeping babies. But as the days stretched into weeks, she found herself slipping into a light slumber, her mind drifting to a place of childlike peace.
The food was the next subtle change. Miss Daisy began bringing in small, bite-sized morsels for Lily to sample, claiming they were new healthy snacks and lunch options for the children. They were soft, often pureed, and came in pastel-colored food dishes shaped like cartoon animals on. Lily laughed it off at first, when Miss Daisy demanded she spoon-feed Lily the test food, but the simplicity and ease of it all grew on her. Before she knew it, she was looking forward to the quiet moments when Miss Daisy would spoon-feed her a mouthful of homemade apple puree or mashed peas. The taste was comforting, like a warm blanket on a cold day. But there was something about Miss Daisy too, the way she looked her as she slowly raised the spoon to her mouth. It made Lily blush to think about.
As the weeks continued to pass Lily's naptimes grew longer, and her cot next to the cribs became a permanent fixture. Miss Daisy would dim the lights, and the soft hum of a white noise machine filled the room. The scent of baby powder grew more familiar and comforting, and Lily found herself drifting into a deep, peaceful sleep most days, her dreams suffused with the warmth of a mother's embrace and the gentle lull of a rocking chair. She would wake up feeling oddly refreshed, but also a bit... off. Something was changing, a part of her knew, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it.
The baby food grew more frequent, too. Miss Daisy would coax her with sweet smiles and gentle persuasion, and Lily would find herself opening her mouth for spoonfuls of mashed bananas and carrots, the taste a peculiar comfort. It was as if she was being weaned back to a simpler time, and she couldn't help but feel a strange sort of contentment as she swallowed each bite. Her lunches grew smaller, replaced with larger portions of these innocent morsels. The act of being fed was soothing, like the warmth of the sun on a spring day, and she found herself craving the gentle touch of the spoon to her lips under Miss Daisy's loving, watchful gaze. In her least guarded moments the spoon was replaced with a soft finger, a pair of lips.
Miss Daisy had also started to introduce more baby-like tasks into their routine. At first, it was just little things ā asking Lily to sit on the floor for story time, or filling her up a sippy cup instead of her water bottle. Lily would laugh it off, playing along with the bit, but soon enough, she found herself sitting on the floor with the children without being asked, and preferring the soft silicone spout of a sippy cup to wash down whatever delicious purees Miss Daisy had brought to feed her that day. She didn't quite know why. It just felt...right. The more she embraced these small changes, the more natural they became, like slipping into a favorite pair of worn-out shoes.
Several months had passed in what felt like an instant, each day a small stepping stone on a larger path that Miss Daisy wished she could simply sprint to the end of, but knew would require saintly patience. With enough careful repetition Miss Daisy had cemented Lily's ease with the new routine: morning activities on the floor amongst the children, snack time and lunch being fed baby foods, and going down for a nap. Every day, like clockwork and without complaint. Miss Daisy took it as a sign to progress further, but how?
The answer presented itself one morning when a mother dropped off her little one with an extra bag of supplies for their potty training regimen. The mother spoke of her trials and tribulations with the process, and the lightbulb flickered in Miss Daisy's mind. "Lily," she called out sweetly, "Could you help me with something in the supply room?"
The supply room was a treasure trove of baby essentials, from tiny socks to bottles of baby powder. Miss Daisy's eyes fell on a pack of thick, white diapers, and her heart fluttered with excitement. "You see, Lily," she began, her voice measured and calm, "We're going to introduce a new potty training regimen for the older toddlers."
Lily nodded, her curiosity piqued. "Okay. How can I help?"
Miss Daisy held up a pair of white cloth training pants. They looked like normal underwear, but the center panel along the crotch was thick with an absorbent core. "Let's work backwards. This is what the kids who have almost mastered potty training will use. They're almost exactly like real underwear, but they're got a padded center panel to catch a few drops of an accident. Despite that thick padded area, they're supposed to be totally undetectable to other kids."
Lily took them with a nod, feeling the soft cotton and squeezing the padded core. "So they're just underwear that are a little thicker?"
Miss Daisy's eyes sparkled with mischief. "You're going to think this is silly, but do you think you could try them on for me? I want to see just how 'undetectable' they are under tight clothing." She gestured to the dress she was wearing. "I'm not quite dressed for the task."
Lily's cheeks flushed pink, but she found herself nodding. The idea was absurd, but she had grown to trust Miss Daisy implicitly. Plus, it was all in the name of helping the children. She stepped into the small bathroom attached to the supply room and pulled her pants down, feeling a bit foolish. The training pants were surprisingly soft as she slid them up her legs, and she watched them disappear inside her pants as she buttoned them closed. She experimentally pressed her hand against the front of her pants. Miss Daisy was right. They're was no way anybody would know you were wearing these training pants. She stepped out, feeling a strange sense of vulnerability.
Miss Daisy's eyes lit up when she saw Lily, her smile a warm, gentle curve. "Perfect," she murmured, her gaze lingering a moment too long. She knelt down, "Come here, let me feel them through your clothing."
Lily's mouth opened to say something, but closed it. She took a tentative step forward, the training pants feeling oddly snug under her pants. It was a comforting snugness, like a hug.
Miss Daisy tried to stop her hands from shaking as the adrenaline coursed through her veins. This was the first time she would check Lily's diaper... She desperately wished it would not be the last.
Miss Daisy's hand was firm, her touch professional, as she pressed her palm to Lily's crotch, and then to her bottom, feeling the thickness of the training pants beneath the fabric. Lily's internal reaction to the touch was less than professional. "You see? Just like real underwear," she said with a nod of satisfaction. "Now, can you tell me what you feel? As a... 'user'..." she asked euphemistically.
Lily's cheeks were aflame, but she managed to keep her voice steady. "They're definitely thicker here," she said, pointing to the center. "Like I notice that I'm wearing them, but it's not too bulky."
"And how do they make you feel?" Miss Daisy asked, jotting notes down. "Do you feel safe, secure? Protected?"
Lily nodded, surprised by her own response. "Yeah, I do," she murmured, feeling the extra padding through her pants. "I guess to my brain it's nice having an extra layer of protection, just in case."
Miss Daisy's eyes gleamed with triumph, her heart racing with excitement. This was the perfect opening. "Exactly," she said, her voice smooth as honey. "And that's what we want for our little ones." Before she could continue, Miss Daisy's watch beeped. "Oh my, it's 9AM! We've got to get back out to the classroom. We'll finish this chat after pick up, okay sweetie?"
Lily looked distressed for a moment, but nodded dutifully and followed Miss Daisy back out into the classroom. From there, it became any other day at Birchwood Academy.
Miss Daisy, however, found her mind racing. She had to be meticulous with her next steps. The potty training regimen was a perfect opportunity to introduce the concept of diapers to Lily in a way that seemed natural, educational even. She spent the morning watching Lily interact with the children, smiling every time she helped one of the toddlers with their potty breaks, knowing her young aide was still stuck in the absorbent training pants herself.
As lunch time arrived, Lily sought out Miss Daisy for her daily snack like usual, and sat pleasantly for her as she fed her aide some homemade apple sauce from a baby spoon. Her story this time was that she was testing a new recipe, but Lily didn't need convincing anymore. Being fed a sweet and soft little something by Miss Daisy was just a normal perk of lunch these days.
Miss Daisy watched as Lily's cheeks bulged with apple sauce, her eyes closing in bliss as she swallowed, a drop of the sauce slipping down the corner of her mouth. "Good girl," she praised, her voice soft. She reached over with a napkin and wiped it away. It was a gesture that sent a thrill through Lily, something that was so simple, yet filled with so much warmth and care that it was hard to resist. Lily beamed a smile at Miss Daisy as she handed the girl a sippy cup full of water to drink.
The afternoon slipped by, with Lily feeling more and more like one of the children. She found herself playing on the floor, letting the toddlers crawl all over her, their little hands tugging her this way and that. Miss Daisy watched from a distance, a knowing smile playing on her lips as she saw the progression she had been so carefully orchestrating unfold. It was with that same smile that she regretfully announced it was naptime to a chorus of fussy "awwws" and "noooos."
The cribs were lined up, each one filled with a sleepy child, and sleepy Lily lay down on her cot, feeling the weight of the day's activities pressing down on her. She never needed afternoon naps before working here, but they were a welcome recharge after playing with the kids. She didn't know how Miss Daisy stayed awake all day.
Miss Daisy tucked her in, her hands lingering just a bit longer than usual. "You've been such a good helper today, Lily," she whispered.
Lily nodded sleepily. "Thanks, Miss Daisy." She squeezed her legs together, feeling the padding of the training pants between her legs. She had never gotten the chance to take them off, and if she was being honest with herself... she kind of liked them. And they were totally invisible under her clothes. Nobody else had to know.
When the last child had been picked up and the room was finally silent, Miss Daisy breathed a long exhale, glad to be done with the day. She surveyed the empty classroom until her gaze fell upon her aide, dutifully cleaning up the activity area. As Lily bent over, the bright white of the training pants crept up above the waist of her jeans. Miss Daisy couldn't help the smile spreading across her lips.
"Lily, dear," she called out, her voice a sweet bell. "Could you come here for a moment?"
Lily looked over her shoulder, a little surprised. She had been so engrossed in her task that she hadn't noticed Miss Daisy's approach. She cleaned up the last of the toys and made her way across the classroom. "Yes, Miss Daisy?"
Miss Daisy's smile was like a warm embrace. "How did you find those training pants today, Lily?"
Lily's heart skipped a beat, her mind racing to form a response. "From this morning? They were... fine," she said, trying to keep her voice neutral.
Miss Daisy leaned against the changing table, her eyes searching Lily's face for any clue of the truth. "Fine?" she echoed, tilting her head to the side. "So fine that you're still wearing them at the end of the day?"
Lily's eyes widened, and she hastily covered up with her hands. "What? You said they were undetectable..."
Miss Daisy chuckled softly. "I did, didn't I? But I can tell," she said, her voice a gentle reprimand. "And I have to admit, I'm a bit surprised." She stepped closer, her eyes shining with something that was more than just curiosity. "You've happily had them on all day without a peep of complaint."
Lily's heart hammered in her chest. She had liked them, more than she cared to admit. She had liked the feeling of being cared for, the extra layer of comfort between her and the world. She especially liked Miss Daisy's physical attention. "I just didn't have time to change," she said, her voice a little too high. "They're not uncomfortable, so I wasn't in a rush."
"Is that so?" she mused. "Well, if you enjoyed them so much, you can keep them. They're just a sample from the supplier." Miss Daisy struggled to keep her tone perfectly neutral as she offered.
Lily's eyes widened in surprise, and she felt a strange mix of excitement and embarrassment bubble up within her. She hadn't realized how much she enjoyed the feeling of the training pants. "Oh, I don't know...I mean, it's okay for today, but..." she trailed off, trying to maintain her composure.
"Take them," Miss Daisy insisted. "I'm sure you'll find a use. Laundry day underwear? Period panties?"
Lily's cheeks burned, but she nodded, her heart racing. "Okay," she murmured, secretly thrilled.
That evening, after the daycare had closed and she had changed out of her work clothes, Lily pulled the training pants out of her bag. They looked so innocent lying on her bed, so much like a child's underwear. But the thickness called to her, whispering of comfort and security. She took a deep breath and slid them on, feeling the soft fabric hug her. It was like slipping into a warm bath, soothing and calming.
The following days saw Lily wearing the training pants more often than not. She would sneak them on in the morning before getting dressed for work, the secret padding a comforting reminder of Miss Daisy's gentle care throughout the day. At home, she wore them under her pajamas, feeling a strange sense of contentment as she moved around her apartment. It was as if a part of the daycare was with her, the scent of baby powder and the warmth of Miss Daisy's hugs lingering even when she was alone.
But what she liked the most, as the new potty training program was implemented, was helping the most advanced kids in and out of their white training pants. The very same ones she was secretly wearing. It was a funny, naughty feeling, watching her students graduate to big kid underwear as she seemed to have fallen backwards a step.
Miss Daisy noticed, of course. She noticed everything about Lily, the way she moved, the way she talked, the way she looked at the babies. And she knew that Lily was coming to work secretly wearing those training pants. It was written all over her face. But Miss Daisy didn't say anything, at least at first. For several days she just continued to encourage Lily's involvement in the new regimen, praising her dedication and care, wishing so desperately to be able to walk up behind her and casually check her aide's training pants for signs of an accident.
It was a Friday afternoon when Miss Daisy decided to take the next step. In the morning she noticed that Lily had once again arrived wearing the training pants under her clothes. As the final children were picked up for the weekend and the classroom quieted to comfortable silence, Miss Daisy found herself next to Lilly. She looked at her aide with a soft smile.
"Lily," she began, her voice a gentle lilt. "Are you ready to tell me why you've been wearing the training pants to work all week?"
Lily's eyes grew wide, her cheeks flushing a deep shade of red. She hadn't expected Miss Daisy to confront her so directly, but there was something about the way she said it that made Lily feel safe, like she could confide in her. "I... I don't know," she stuttered. "They're just... comfortable."
Miss Daisy nodded, then dug deeper. "Sweatpants are comfortable too, but you don't secretly wear them every day. What is it about the training pants?"
Lily bit her lip, the words bubbling up inside her like a shy child's confession. "They make me feel... safe. Like I'm being looked after."
"And what about the training pants makes you feel safe and looked after?" Miss Daisy asked.
Lily looked down at her feet, playing with the hem of her shirt. "I like how thick the padding feels between my legs... It's always reminding me that I'm wearing something... different," she whispered.
Miss Daisy nodded, her body feeling nervy and charged. "And you like the feeling of wearing something 'different' down there?"
Lily nodded, looking up through her lashes. "Yes," she admitted. "It's weird, but... yeah."
"Sweetheart," Miss Daisy met her eyes, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. "It isn't weird to want to feel safe and protected and maybe a little bit special."
Lily felt a rush of warmth at the term of endearment, and she leaned into the embrace slightly, unsure of what to say.
Miss Daisy's heart was nearly beating out of her chest. Was this the moment? It had to be. When the could she bring it up? It was now our never.
"Lily," she said, her voice low and soothing. "Have you ever thought about what comes next?"
Lily blinked, looking at Miss Daisy with confusion. "What do you mean?"
"Well, you like how the padded training pants make you feel. You allow me to spoon feed you and you drink from a sippy cup. You take naps with the daycare children. Do you wonder where you might go from here?"
Lily's breath hitched, her heart racing. "Miss Daisy, I..." she trailed off, not sure how to voice the strange desires that had been blooming inside her.
Miss Daisy gave her a soft smile. "I think we both know the answer, but I need you to ask me for what you want next."
Lily's breath was coming in short gasps now. She had never felt so... exposed. "Miss Daisy, I..." she began, her voice trembling.
Miss Daisy waited, her eyes filled with kindness and understanding. "Lily," she whispered, "You know you can tell me anything."
Lily took a deep breath, her heart racing in her chest. "I... I think I want to try... real diapers." The words felt strange on her tongue, but the desire was undeniable.
Miss Daisy's eyes lit up with excitement. She had been waiting for this moment for what felt like an eternity. "My, my, so full of surprises," she said, disappearing into her office for only a moment before returning with a surprisingly large pack of decorated pink diapers. "If only I was prepared..."
Lily felt a thrill of excitement, and a touch of fear. This was so much more than she had ever anticipated. "You...knew?" she asked, dumbfounded.
Miss Daisy chuckled warmly, setting the diapers on the changing table. "I had my suspicions, sweetie. And now that you've asked... Well, I want to give you everything you want, okay? But remember," she said, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, "It's our little secret."
Lily's pulse raced as Miss Daisy led her to the changing table. The room was filled with the faint scent of baby powder and the gentle hum of the white noise machine, the same sounds that had comforted her during her own naps at work. She felt like she was crossing an invisible line, but she couldn't deny the excitement bubbling in her stomach.
"Lay down for me," Miss Daisy instructed, her voice a soothing lullaby. Lily obeyed, her legs feeling wobbly as she climbed onto the table. The padded vinyl crinkled under her, a sound that sent a shiver down her spine. Miss Daisy unbuttoned Lily's pants with practiced ease, revealing the white training pants she had been wearing all week.
Lily felt a strange mix of embarrassment and anticipation as Miss Daisy pulled down the training pants, revealing her pink panties underneath. "Now these," Miss Daisy said with a smile, "We're going to replace with something much more suitable."
Miss Daisy's hands worked efficiently as she opened the diaper, the soft, crinkling sound filling the room. She took Lily's ankles and began to guide them apart, when Lily clenched them shut.
"Um... maybe I didn't think this through," she whispered, suddenly feeling very exposed, averting her eyes.
Miss Daisy's smile never wavered. "It's okay, Lily," she said, her voice a gentle coo. "This is all part of the process. It's nothing to be ashamed of."
With surprising firmness, Miss Daisy parted Lily's legs and began to wipe her clean with a baby wipe, her movements tender and precise. Lily felt a strange warmth spread through her, the sensation of being taken care of by someone so maternal and attentive. She looked up to see Miss Daisy's eyes focused intently on her, her gaze filled with something that Lily hadn't noticed beforeādesire, maybe?
"Lift your bottom," Miss Daisy instructed gently, and Lily complied, her heart racing as the diaper was slid into place beneath her, followed by a dusting of baby powder. It felt so much more substantial than the training pants. Bring diapered was softer, louder, with more moving parts and more ceremony than simply sliding underwear up your legs.
Miss Daisy pulled the diaper up and secured the tabs with a soft snick that seemed to echo in the quiet room. As the final tape secured into place Lily felt a sudden jolt of arousal as she lay there, diapered like a baby. The diaper was so snug around her hips, so much bulkier between her thighs.
Miss Daisy looked down at her, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "How does that feel?" she asked.
Lily squirmed a bit, moving her legs, squeezing them together, swimming in the bulkiness of the diaper. "It feels...different," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Miss Daisy nodded, her smile widening. "Good different or bad different?"
Lily took a moment to consider, her cheeks flaming. "I... I don't know," she murmured, the heat between her legs growing more noticeable with each passing second. "It's just... so new."
Miss Daisy's eyes searched hers, as she pressed her hand onto the front of Lily's diaper. "Do you want me to remove it?" she asked, her voice a soft whisper.
Lily's eyes widened and she shook her head, her voice barely above a murmur. "No," she replied, surprising herself. "It feels... right."
Miss Daisy's smile grew, a sense of victory fluttering in her chest. "That's what I thought you might day," she said, patting the diaper gently.
With a gentle tug, Miss Daisy helped Lily to her feet, the diaper thick and obvious between her legs. Lily felt a thrill of embarrassment as she waddled slightly, the extra padding throwing off her stride.
Miss Daisy greedily drank in the sight of her aide, taking small opportunities to adjust the fit of the diaper, tuck in a flap or two, whatever she could do to touch it and about her handiwork. "You look so adorable, Lily," she said, her voice dripping with affection. "Just like one of the little ones."
The feeling was so foreign, yet so comforting that Lily found herself smiling, despite the blush that painted her cheeks. "I feel a bit... silly," she admitted, glancing down at the thick pink diaper.
Miss Daisy chuckled. "Nonsense," she said, her eyes sparkling with delight. "You look absolutely precious."
The two of them stood in the empty classroom, the only sound the soft rustle of Lily's newfound undergarment. She felt the heat of her blush spread down to her neck and chest, the diaper a constant, comforting presence against her skin. "What now?" she asked, her voice tentative.
"Why don't we start with things you're familiar with? How about some dinner?" Miss Daisy suggested, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "I've got some pureed peas and carrots that I'd love for you to taste test for me."
Lily nodded, feeling the bulk of the diaper with every step as she followed Miss Daisy into the kitchen area of the daycare. Her mind was racing with questions, but she was also curious about what was happening to her. Was this really what she wanted?
"Pull up a chair wherever you want," Miss Daisy said, busying herself with the microwave. "If I had it my way I'd fit you into the high chair. Who knows? Maybe we'll get one that's Lily-sized."
The thought sent a shiver down Lily's spine, a mix of thrill and trepidation. She sat down at one of the small, plastic daycare tables, her diapered bottom sinking into the chair. She watched as Miss Daisy presented her a small, divided plate with a spoonful of homemade pureed peas and carrots in the center. It looked and smelled delicious.
She remembered all the times she had let Miss Daisy playfully feed her a spoonful here and there during lunchtime. A question suddenly bubbled up in Lily's mind, but she pushed it away as she opened up her mouth wide to let a spoonful enter as Miss Daisy playfully cooed.
Miss Daisy's eyes shone with satisfaction as Lily swallowed the first mouthful. "Good girl," she said, her voice a warm hug. "You're doing so well."
Lily felt a strange thrill at the praise, her cheeks flushing deeper as Miss Daisy continued to feed her. The puree was creamy and sweet, and she found herself savoring each spoonful as it slid over her tongue.
"Do you like it, Lily?" Miss Daisy asked, her voice a sweet coo that sent another wave of warmth through Lily's body.
"Mmhmm," Lily murmured, nodding, the taste of the baby food lingering on her lips. She couldn't believe she was letting this happen, that she was actually enjoying it, but she was. It was like all her inhibitions had melted away under Miss Daisy's gentle care.
Miss Daisy chuckled, her eyes twinkling with delight. "It's not so bad being a baby, is it?" she teased, her hand hovering over Lily's plate, ready to feed her another spoonful.
Lily swallowed, her cheeks flaming. "It's... different," she managed to say, her voice a soft whimper.
Miss Daisy nodded, her expression serene. "Good different?"
Lily paused, the spoonful of baby food on her tongue. It was different, yes, but the warmth that spread through her, the way she felt so cared for and pampered, it was undeniably good. She nodded, a smile tugging at her lips. "Good different."
Miss Daisy beamed. "I'm so happy to hear that," she said, her eyes never leaving Lily's face as she fed her another spoonful. The meal went on like this, a silent dance of nurturing and submission that left Lily feeling more content than she had in years.
After dinner, Miss Daisy cleared the plates away, humming to herself. Lily sat in her chair, basking in the afterglow of whatever that just was. She hadn't realized how much she had enjoyed being fed like a baby, and now the reality of the situation was sinking in. She was sitting in a daycare, wearing a diaper, and loving every minute of it.
Miss Daisy returned with a wet wipe, which she gently used to clean Lily's face, and a baby bottle full of milk. "I thought... we could try something new with dinner," she said, unable to hide a sheepish smile.
Lily's eyes grew wide, but she nodded, feeling a strange mix of excitement and nerves. Miss Daisy offered her hand and guided Lily to the soft couch by the reading area. Miss Daisy sat down first, then gestured to her lap.
"Come here," she cooed, "Let me hold you."
Lily's heart raced as she shuffled over and laid herself across Miss Daisy's lap, the diaper making it difficult to move quietly. She settled in, feeling the warmth of Miss Daisy's thighs beneath her and the softness of the couch cushions surrounding her. Miss Daisy held the bottle in the air just above her lips as a bead of warm milk collected on the nipple.
"Go ahead baby," she instructed, and Lily did as she was told, taking the rubbery tip into her mouth. Miss Daisy's eyes never left hers as she gently squeezed the nipple with her tongue, sending a trickle of milk into her mouth. Lily's eyes fluttered closed, the taste of the milk soothing and familiar, a stark contrast to the new sensation of drinking from a bottle.
Miss Daisy's hand moved to Lily's back, rubbing gentle circles as she began to suckle. The pressure of the bottle was firm but gentle, the flow of milk consistent. It was strange, but Lily found it calming, her eyes slowly drifting shut as she gave herself over to the moment. The sounds of the daycare faded away, leaving just the two of them in a cocoon of quietude.
As the bottle grew lighter, Lily's suckling slowed, her breathing growing deeper. Miss Daisy watched her, her heart swelling with affection and arousal. "Almost there, baby," she whispered, her voice a soft lullaby. "Just a little more."
Lily's eyes opened a crack, looking up at Miss Daisy through her lashes. She felt so small, so cared for in this moment, that she didn't want it to end. But she knew she couldn't drink forever. With a final pull, she drained the bottle, the last droplets of milk coating her tongue.
Miss Daisy took the empty bottle from her mouth, smiling down at her. "Such a hungry little girl," she murmured, patting the front of Lily's diaper.
Lily giggled, a sound that was far more babyish than she ever expected to come out of her own mouth. "Thank you, Miss Daisy," she whispered, her eyes still half closed.
Miss Daisy took the empty bottle from her and placed it on the side table. "You're welcome, sweetheart," she said, her hand continuing to rub Lily's back. "How did you like your bottle?"
Lily felt a warmth spread through her cheeks, but she couldn't help the smile that played on her lips. "It was... nice," she murmured, her voice sounding small and childlike.
Miss Daisy's eyes sparkled. "Nice?" she repeated playfully. "I know you look like a baby right now, but tell me with your big girl words."
Lily blushed deeper, but she felt the corners of her mouth turn upwards. "It was really comforting," she confessed, her voice still a whisper. "It reminded me of... I don't know, something from a long time ago."
Miss Daisy nodded, her expression softening. "That's exactly what I was hoping for," she said. "You know, Lily, it's okay to let go sometimes. To let someone else take care of you."
Lily felt a warmth spread through her as Miss Daisy's hand continued to rub her back. "I... I never knew I wanted this," she admitted, her voice barely audible. "But it feels... good."
Miss Daisy leaned down and placed a soft kiss on her forehead. "I knew you needed it," she said, her voice a warm caress. "And I want to help you find out all the other things you never knew you wanted. Does that sound like fun?"
Lily's eyes grew wide with excitement. "Yes," she breathed, the word escaping her on a sigh. "But... what happens next?"
Miss Daisy looked at her watch and frowned. It was already 6:30 PM. "Unfortunately it's getting kind of late. Is there one more thing you want to try here at daycare? You have free reign of the whole building."
Lily's eyes widened. "What do you mean?"
"Well you've only been an adult here before. But now you're just a baby. Is there anything you want to try as 'little' Lily?"
Lily thought for a moment, her eyes wandering the room. Her gaze landed on the playpen in the corner, filled with soft, plush toys and a pink blanket. "Could I... go in there?" she asked, her voice filled with a mix of excitement and uncertainty.
Miss Daisy's smile grew. "Of course, baby," she said, helping Lily to her feet and then giving her diapered bottom a couple of encouraging pats.
They made their way over to the playpen, and Miss Daisy opened the mesh gate with a gentle click. "Crawl in," she instructed, and Lily found herself doing just that, feeling extremely embarrassed to have her pink padded bottom up in the air on display like that. The plush toys greeted her, their smiles seemingly wider than before. She settled into the corner, the softness of the blanket surrounding her. Miss Daisy simply sat in a chair outside the playpen's walls, content to watch over her little girl.
Lily picked up a stuffed bunny, its eyes wide and sparkling in the artificial light of the room. She hugged it tightly to her chest, feeling the warmth of the fabric against her skin. It was soothing, like a warm blanket on a cold winter's night. She looked up at Miss Daisy, who was watching her with a soft smile. "I feel a little silly," she murmured. "I'm still an adult, after all."
"You're more than welcome to feel any way you like, Lily," Miss Daisy replied, her voice soothing. "Is there anything you want to do here?"
Lily looked around the daycare. She felt oddly obligated to give something back to Miss Daisy. "Could you read me a story?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Miss Daisy's eyes lit up. "Of course, baby girl," she said, her voice filled with warmth. She picked out a book titled "The Little Puppy's Day" and sat down next to Lily in the playpen, her legs folded beneath her. She patted her lap. "You just get comfy and listen," she instructed, her voice taking on the sing-song cadence of a mother about to read to her child.
Lily scooted over, her diapered bottom shifting against the plush carpet, and laid her head on Miss Daisy's lap, squeezing her chosen bunny tight. "Ready," she said, grinning.
Miss Daisy's eyes gleamed with joy. She opened the book and began to read, her voice a soothing melody that painted vivid images in Lily's mind. The story was simple, about a puppy's adventures, but something about it made Lily feel safe and warm, or maybe it was the way Miss Daisy's hand absently stroked her hair that sent waves of comfort through her body.
As Miss Daisy read, Lily felt her self-conscious feelings melt away. She pulled more stuffies and a blanket from the pile, played with the edges of the blanket, occasionally poking her head up to look at the illustrations. Her diaper felt snug and secure, the padding a constant reminder she was safe and protected.
The room grew darker as the sun set outside, casting a warm glow through the blinds. The children's laughter and giggles from the day had been replaced by the quiet rustling of pages and Miss Daisy's soothing voice. Lily felt her eyes growing heavy, the weight of the day lifting off her shoulders.
"Miss Daisy," she murmured sleepily, "Can we... Can we do this again tomorrow?"
Miss Daisy looked down at her, her heart swelling with love and excitement. "Tomorrow's Saturday, darling."
Lily's eyes widened. "But... I want to come here," she said, her voice thick with the beginnings of sleep. "I want to... I want to be a baby all weekend."
Miss Daisy felt a thrill of excitement at Lily's words. "Of course, sweetheart," she said, her voice a gentle whisper, her mind searching for an answer. "We can do whatever makes you happy."
Lily yawned, her eyes growing heavy. "But I don't want to go home," she mumbled into the bunny's ear.
"How about... I drive you home, and we have a sleepover?" Miss Daisy offered.
Lily's eyes lit up at the suggestion, but she felt a twinge of nerves. "But...my apartment isn't really... baby-friendly," she said, her voice muffled by the bunny.
"That's okay," Miss Daisy said. "You just bring the baby, and I'll bring all the baby supplies."
Lily nodded, feeling a sense of relief wash over her. It was like Miss Daisy had read her mind, knew exactly what she needed. She didn't want this feeling to end, not yet.
Miss Daisy closed the book and scooped Lily into her arms, the diaper making her feel weightier than she was. Lily clung to her stuffed bunny, her eyes half closed. "Come on, baby," Miss Daisy murmured, her voice a warm embrace. "Let's get you ready to go."
They made their way back to the changing table, the same spot where Lily's transformation had begun. Miss Daisy busied herself packing a large bag with diapers, wipes, powder, among other things, and Lily tugged her pants back on, up and over the diaper. She smiled a little at the tight fit. "I can't close the button!" she whispered to herself.
Miss Daisy smiled, "Those pants are obviously rejecting you because they're not for babies."
"But..." Lily protested weakly.
"We'll have to find you some clothes for baby Lily, won't we?" Miss Daisy asked, pretending to be nonchalant, but in truth she was thrilled by the idea of dressing Lily in baby clothes. She grabbed a bag from the back of the closet and added it to the diaper bag.
The ride home was quiet, but the air was charged with excitement. Lily, buckled into the back seat, felt the gentle rocking of the car lulling her into a state of relaxation she hadn't felt in years.
Miss Daisy pulled up to Lily's apartment complex, and the reality of their situation sank in. Lily had never felt more vulnerable than she did in that moment, dressed in her work clothes, barely covering a diaper, ready to be taken home and cared for like a baby by her boss. Luckily, nobody was outside for a close look at the odd pair.
They made their way into Lily's apartment, and Miss Daisy immediately knelt down, unzipped, and removed Lily's pants. "Step out," she instructed, and Lily complied. She tossed them through the bedroom doorway. "Goodbye icky grown up pants!" she announced.
Miss Daisy started unpacking, laying out a soft, plush pink changing pad on the living room floor, stacking up several thick diapers next to it, followed by powder and wipes. "There," she said. "We'll make this work."
Lily looked down at the pile of baby gear, her cheeks burning with a mix of embarrassment and excitement. Unlike all the baby supplies at work, this was all for her. She was the baby. And that was a lot of diapers...
Miss Daisy must have noticed her nerves because she stepped closer, placing a gentle hand on Lily's shoulder. "Everything's going to be fine," she assured her. "You're going to love it, I promise."
Lily nodded, her eyes dropping to the diapers. "Okay," she whispered, her heart racing.
"Is my sleepyhead still sleepy?" Miss Daisy asked. "Or did you get a second wind?"
"I'm pretty awake now," Lily admitted sheepishly.
"Okay, how about we get into jammies and watch a movie?"
Lily nodded eagerly, the thought of being cuddled up with Miss Daisy in her own living room while wearing pajamas was oddly exciting.
Miss Daisy offered her hand to hold and they walked into Lily's bedroom. Lily opened up her dresser and pulled out a long sleeve pajama top.
"Could I borrow a sleep shirt and some shorts for tonight?" Miss Daisy asked.
Lily nodded and handed her a set of pink and white striped pajamas. "Thank you," Miss Daisy said, smiling warmly. She also took the pajama top Lily had picked out for herself. "Arms up," she instructed.
Lily obediently lifted her arms, and Miss Daisy pulled her work top over her head. It wasn't until she was left only in her bra that she scrambled to cover. Miss Daisy simply brushed her hands away before unclipping her bra. "Babies aren't shy," she muttered as she worked. "Arms up again," she instructed, and Lily listened once more, eager to be covered. The fabric was soft and cozy, brushing against her skin as it slid down, and she felt a strange sense of comfort from being dressed by someone else. The hem of the shirt was cut a little high to be flirty, but tonight it simply showed off her whole diaper.
With Lily dressed, Miss Daisy removed her own clothes, neatly folding them into a pile. Lily immediately turned around as Miss Daisy began to change, but her teacher just chuckled. "We're going to be seeing much more of each other, baby. No need to be bashful."
Miss Daisy finished slipping into the borrowed pajama set, giving Like a little twirl. "Perfect," she said, turning to face her. "You look absolutely precious, sweetie," she said, playing with the hem of Lily's shirt and giving her diaper a few squeezes and pats.
Lily blushed, looking down at her outfit, relishing every bit of attention Miss Daisy lavished upon her. It was strange seeing Miss Daisy in her pajamas too, the dynamics of their work relationship shifting and blurring in a way that made her stomach flutter.
They settled on the couch, a pile of blankets and pillows waiting for them. Miss Daisy picked a movie, something simple and light, a cartoon that she knew Lily would enjoy. As the opening credits rolled, she tucked Lily into the crook of her arm, her hand resting gently on her diapered crotch.
Time ticked by, and Lily grew increasingly restless. She hadn't used the bathroom since nap time, and now she desperately needed to pee. She didn't want to use her diaper... but she also didn't want to explain to Miss Daisy that she didn't want to use her diaper. Would that upset her?
Lily squirmed, trying to ignore the growing pressure, hoping Miss Daisy wouldn't notice. But it was getting harder to focus on the movie. The diaper's bulk against her skin was a constant reminder of her situation, teasing her with relief at the cost of surrendering more adulthood.
Miss Daisy felt the tension in Lily's body, saw her fidgeting from the corner of her eye. She fought the urge to grin. "Are you okay, sweetheart?" she asked, her voice filled with genuine concern. Lily nodded, trying to keep the distress from her face. But Miss Daisy was too sharp to miss it.
"Do you need to go potty?" she asked, her hand gently patting Lily's diapered crotch. Lily's eyes went wide with shock and embarrassment. "I... I don't think so," she replied, her voice wavering.
Miss Daisy tilted her head, giving her a knowing smile. "Lily, sweetie, you're my baby now. You can tell me if you need to go potty. It's okay."
Lily felt the blush deepen on her cheeks as she squirmed in the diaper, the pressure now unbearable.
"I... I'm fine," she whispered, her eyes glued to the TV screen, hoping Miss Daisy would drop it.
Miss Daisy's eyes never left the screen either, but her hand remained on Lily's diaper. "Are you sure?" she asked, her voice a gentle coax. "You know baby girls sometimes have accidents. It's okay if you do."
Lily's breath hitched. "I don't... I don't want to," she whispered, her voice trembling.
Miss Daisy leaned in closer, her breath warm against Lily's ear. "Why not, baby?" she asked, her tone gentle but firm. "It's what your diapers are for."
Lily bit her lip, the struggle evident on her face. She didn't know how to explain what she was feeling at this moment. Was it that this was going too fast? But saying that suggested there would be a point when she was comfortable peeing in big pink diapers in front of her boss who she maybe had a crush on. But the pressure was building, the warmth in her belly threatening to spill over. She felt a tear slip down her cheek. "I... I don't want to," she whispered, her voice hoarse with the effort of holding back.
Miss Daisy's expression softened. "It's okay, baby," she said, her voice soothing. "You don't have to be in control all the time. Sometimes it's nice to just... let go."
Lily's eyes met hers, and she felt her resolve waver. The pressure in her bladder grew more insistent, and she knew she couldn't hold it much longer. She started to get up from the couch. "I'm sorry," she began to say, before Miss Daisy wrapped her up in a big hug, tugging her back down and sitting Lily down on her lap.
"What if I took away your choice in the matter?" She whispered into her ear, squeezing tight. "Would it be easier then?"
Lily's eyes grew wide with shock and arousal. "L-let go..." She whispered, her voice quivering.
Miss Daisy chuckled softly. "Make me," she replied, planting a soft kiss behind Lily's ear as she unpaused the movie.
The tension grew, the room thick with it as Lily's squirms grew more pronounced as her bladder struggled. Her cheeks were flushed, and she was breathing rapidly. Miss Daisy held her tight, her hands cupping Lily's breasts, playing with her stiffening nipples, simply describing the events of the movie as if Lily was too young to understand.
Lily's eyes grew wet with a mix of fear and need. She felt the pressure build, a strange thrill mingling with her discomfort. She knew she couldn't hold it much longer. She tried to get up once again but Miss Daisy held her tight. "Please!" she pleaded.
Miss Daisy simply ignored that anything was out of the ordinary, continuing to the describe the movie to Lily in the bright tone and basic syntax one might use for a real toddler.
"Look, Lily," she said, pointing at the screen, "the doggie is playing fetch. Can you say 'fetch'?"
Lily couldn't hold back the whimper of embarrassment as the pain in her bladder melted into a hot stream of urine spreading noisily through her diaper. She had lost the battle, and the wetness grew, the diaper swelling greedily. She squirmed and sniffled in Miss Daisy's lap.
Miss Daisy felt Lily's diaper grow warm on her lap. That combined with Lily's pathetic little sniffles was nearly enough to send her over the edge. "Good girl," she cooed, running her hand slowly along the warm, swelling bulk of Lily's diaper.
Lily's cheeks burned with embarrassment. She buried her face in Miss Daisy's neck, muffling her cries of mortification as her bladder fully emptied into the thick padding. The feeling was unlike anything she had ever experienced before, a strange mix of relief and humiliation that sent tingles down her spine.
Miss Daisy closed her eyes. The sweet sound of her defeat was music to her ears. She continued her gentle patting and shushing, whispering sweet nothings into her ear. "Such a good little girl. That's what your diapers are for. You did such a good job. I'm so proud."
The words were like a balm to Lily's bruised ego. Despite the embarrassment, she felt a strange comfort in Miss Daisy's embrace. The diaper was heavy and warm between her legs, but she didn't feel the need to pull away anymore. Instead, she melted into Miss Daisy's warmth, letting herself be held like the baby she was dressed as.
Miss Daisy's hand remained on her diaper, rubbing gentle circles into the soggy padding. "It's okay, baby," she whispered. "It's just a little wet. We'll clean you up after the movie."
Lily felt a strange sense of relief at her words. It was as if she had been granted permission to let go of her last shred of dignity. She snuggled closer, her eyes still glued to the screen, but she couldn't focus on the cartoon anymore. Her mind was too busy reeling from the intense emotions she had just experienced.
Miss Daisy held her tightly, her hand continuing to rub soothing circles on her diaper. She could feel Lily's body relax as the tension drained out of her. The warmth from Lily's wet diaper radiated against her skin, but she didn't say anything, she just held her close. Lily's breathing slowed and she leaned into Miss Daisy's embrace, her face still buried in the crook of her neck.
"It's okay, baby," Miss Daisy whispered. "You're such a good girl for letting go. It's all right to go potty in your diaper." Her voice was a gentle lullaby, soothing and calming.
Lily's cheeks flushed hot with embarrassment, but she couldn't deny the strange comfort in Miss Daisy's words. Her bladder was empty now, the pressure replaced by the heavy, soggy weight between her legs. She felt like a child who had just wet the bed, but instead of scolding, she was being cuddled and praised. It was a weird mix of emotions that she hadn't expected.
Miss Daisy's gentle stroking of her diaper didn't stop, even as the credits of the movie rolled. Lily's mind swirled with confusion, arousal, and a peculiar kind of comfort. The wetness of her diaper was a constant reminder of her newfound vulnerability, but in Miss Daisy's arms, it didn't feel so overwhelming.
Finally, without removing her face from Miss Daisy's neck, Lily spoke up: "Why did you make me wet my diaper?"
Miss Daisy leaned back, stroking Lily's hair. If only she could tell the truth! Because I want you to be my helpless, dependent baby girl! "Because, baby, sometimes we all need a little push into making the right decision. And the right decision for you was to become my soggy little girl. Now, can you use your big kid words against and ask me for what you want next?"
Lily nodded, her voice muffled by Miss Daisy's neck. "A diaper change?" she asked, hope and dread swirling in her voice.
Miss Daisy chuckled softly. "That's right, sweetie. Time for a fresh diaper before bed time. Let's get you all cleaned up and tucked in."
Lily nodded, her heart racing with a mix of excitement and nerves as she was escorted to the makeshift changing area in the middle of her apartment floor. The changing pad lay out on the floor, looking almost inviting.
Miss Daisy laid her down gently, her diaper squishing under her. "Who knows?" she smiled. "Maybe one day you'll realize the wet diapers are the best part ..."
Miss Daisy began to untape the soggy diaper, revealing Lily's bare skin. Despite the embarrassment, Lily felt a strange thrill, her cheeks flushing. Miss Daisy's hands were firm but tender, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of vulnerability under her gaze. "Why do you want me to be a baby?" she whispered, her eyes fixed on the ceiling.
Miss Daisy took a moment to consider her words. "Because," she began, her voice filled with sincerity, "I know you're a strong, capable young woman. But what if I tore all that away?" She wiped Lily's skin clean with a baby wipe, the coolness providing a stark contrast to the warmth of the diaper. "You work so hard, you're very professional, and you're beautiful. But I get to break all that down and see a special side of you. Only me."
Lily looked at her with a mix of confusion and curiosity. "But... why diapers?" she asked, her voice small.
Miss Daisy smiled. "Ask yourself. Remember, you're the one who asked me to put you diapers."
Lily blushed harder, her mind racing back to the moment she had first asked. "I know," she murmured, feeling the truth in Miss Daisy's words.
"So, little miss," Miss Daisy said, unfolding a new pink diaper and sliding it under Lily's bottom. "Why diapers?"
Lily took a deep breath, feeling her bottom touch the soft interior of the fresh diaper. "They... they make me feel safe," she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. "And... a little bit... naughty."
Miss Daisy grinned. "Naughty, you say?"
Lily nodded, her cheeks burning even hotter. "Yeah," she murmured, her eyes squeezed shut.
"Tell me all about how it makes you feel naughty, Lily." Miss Daisy's voice was low and teasing as she secured the fresh diaper around Lily's waist, her fingers lingering on the soft, plastic outer shell.
Lily squirmed a little, trying to find the right words. "It's just... when I'm wearing them, I feel like I'm not supposed to, but it feels so good, and that makes me feel... bad."
"And how do you feel when you feel 'bad'?" Miss Daisy's voice was a soft purr, her eyes gleaming with interest as she leaned over Lily, who was now lying on the changing pad, the fresh diaper snug around her waist.
Lily's cheeks burned with an embarrassment that was quickly morphing into something else. "It makes me... excited," she admitted, her voice barely a whisper.
"Can I be honest with you, Lily?" Miss Daisy asked.
Lily nodded, her heart racing.
"Forcing you to wet your little pink diapers, your little wet eyes and your little sniffles. That made me very excited."
Miss Daisy's words sent a jolt through Lily's body, and she gasped. The admission was raw and unfiltered, and it made her stomach flip in a way she hadn't anticipated. "Miss Daisy," she began, but was cut off by a finger pressing against her lips.
"Shh, baby," Miss Daisy whispered. "Don't think about it too much. Just know that when you're in this diaper, you're all mine." Her hand slid down to rest on Lily's diaper again, and Lily couldn't help but squirm a little at the contact. "Now, let's get you into bed," Miss Daisy said, helping Lily to her feet.
They padded over to the bedroom, and Miss Daisy helped Lily climb into her own bed. The sheets were cool and welcoming, and Lily couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort as she snuggled under the covers. Miss Daisy followed, sliding in beside her.
Lily felt the bulk of her diaper pressing against her thighs, and she couldn't help but think about how it made her feel. It was like a warm, secure blanket that she didn't have to worry about anymore.
Miss Daisy's hand found hers under the covers, and she gave it a gentle squeeze.
Miss Daisy's thoughts were racing. She had never felt such a deep connection with someone she was regressing before. It wasn't just the power dynamic, it was the way Lily's eyes lit up when she was being taken care of. She leaned closer to her, their heads resting on the same pillow. "You know, baby," she whispered, "I think you might need a little something extra tonight."
Lily looked at her with curiosity, her eyes wide and questioning. "What do you mean?"
Miss Daisy's smile grew mischievous. "Well, baby, sometimes mommies and their little ones have special cuddle time," she whispered, her voice dropping to a seductive purr.
Lily felt a thrill of anticipation run through her. "Special cuddle time?" she echoed, her voice small and unsure.
Miss Daisy nodded. "Mmhmm," she said, her breath warm against Lily's cheek. "You're my baby now, and babies get extra love and attention." She leaned closer, her eyes searching Lily's. "Do you want that, baby?"
Lily felt a strange mix of emotionsāexcitement, fear, and something she couldn't quite name. She nodded, her voice barely audible, "I think so."
Miss Daisy leaned in closer, her eyes searching Lily's for any sign of hesitation. Finding none, she wrapped her arms around Lily's waist and pulled her closer. The plastic of Lily's diaper crinkled softly as she was enveloped in Miss Daisy's warm embrace. Lily felt the heat from Miss Daisy's body, and her own desire grew stronger.
They lay there for a moment, simply holding each other. The padding of the diaper between them was a silent reminder of the unique bond they shared. Miss Daisy's hand began to rub slow circles on Lily's back, dipping down onto the diaper's thick padding. Lily's breath hitched as Miss Daisy's touch grew bolder, her hand sliding down to cup the fullness at the seat of the diaper.
Miss Daisy could feel Lily's heart racing, and she knew she had to be gentle. She leaned in and whispered, "Does my baby like how her diaper feels?"
Lily nodded shyly, her eyes still wide with surprise and arousal. "I do, Miss Daisy," she murmured, her voice small and child-like.
Miss Daisy leaned in closer, her face hovering just above Lily's. "Tell me, baby," she whispered, "does my baby like when I touch her diaper?"
Lily nodded again, unable to find the words to explain the sensation that was building within her. Miss Daisy's hand found its way to the bulky crotch of Lily's diaper. Lily's breath grew shallow, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Miss Daisy's eyes searched hers, looking for any sign of discomfort. Finding none, she continued her exploration, her fingers tracing the outline of Lily's sex through the thick barrier of the diaper.
Lily gasped, her hips jerking slightly at the sudden touch. Miss Daisy's eyes never left hers as she began to rub in gentle, soothing motions, the crinkling of the diaper a constant soundtrack to their intimate moment. Lily felt a warmth spread through her, a warmth that started in her cheeks and traveled down to her toes.
Miss Daisy's touch grew bolder, her fingers pressing into the diaper more firmly. Lily couldn't help the little whimpers that escaped her lips, her body responding in ways she had never felt before. The wetness between her legs grew warmer, and she felt a strange mix of embarrassment and arousal as she realized she was getting turned on by her own diaper.
Miss Daisy leaned down, her eyes never leaving Lily's, and began to plant soft kisses along her neck. "You're so sweet, my little baby," she murmured, her breath hot against Lily's skin. "So obedient and eager to be cared for."
Lily's breath grew shallower, her eyes fluttering closed. "Miss Daisy," she whimpered, her voice needy and wanton. Miss Daisy's hand slid up under her shirt, cupping her bare breast. Lily arched into the touch, her body begging for more.
Miss Daisy leaned down, capturing Lily's mouth with her own. The kiss was gentle at first, but it grew more intense, more demanding. Lily's hands found their way to Miss Daisy's back, her nails digging in slightly as the pleasure grew.
Miss Daisy's hand continued to rub her through the diaper, the friction building. Lily's hips began to rock, her body moving in time with the strokes. She felt the pressure building, the warmth growing, and she knew she was going to climax.
Miss Daisy pulled away from the kiss, her eyes dark with desire. "Do it, baby," she whispered. "Cum for Mommy."
Lily's body responded to the M-word, the warmth building to an unbearable crescendo. She moaned, her hips bucking against Miss Daisy's hand. The friction from the diaper was intense, sending waves of pleasure through her body.
Miss Daisy's touch grew more insistent, her fingers working faster as Lily's breath grew ragged. "That's it, baby," she murmured, her voice low and filled with need. "Cum for me."
Lily's eyes snapped open, meeting Miss Daisy's. The intensity in her gaze was almost too much, but it pushed Lily over the edge. She moaned, her body tensing as the orgasm washed over her. It was like nothing she had ever felt before, the warmth spreading from her core to every part of her being. She bucked against Miss Daisy's hand, her diaper growing wetter with each pulse of pleasure.
Miss Daisy's hand stilled, allowing Lily to ride out the last waves of her climax. She leaned down to press a gentle kiss to her forehead. "Good girl," she whispered, her voice filled with satisfaction.
Lily's chest heaved, her eyes fluttering shut as she reveled in the afterglow. She felt the sticky wetness of the diaper between her legs and the warmth of Miss Daisy's hand on her stomach. Despite the embarrassment of being made to cum in a thick pink diaper, she couldn't deny the sense of security and love that washed over her.
Miss Daisy pulled the covers over them, tucking Lily into her side. The smell of the fresh diaper mingled with their combined scents, creating an intoxicating aroma that filled the room. They lay there, the silence thick with the unspoken understanding that their relationship had shifted into something deeper and more complex.
Lily felt the warmth of Miss Daisy's body against hers, her heart racing with a mix of fear and excitement. She couldn't believe that she had just climaxed in a diaper, but the feeling of being cared for and protected was unlike anything she had ever experienced.
Miss Daisy pulled her closer, her hand resting protectively on the bulge of Lily's diaper. "You're mine now, baby," she whispered, her voice a sweet promise that sent shivers down Lily's spine.
Lily felt a strange mix of emotionsādesire, comfort, and a deep sense of belonging. She knew that she had crossed a line that could never be uncrossed, but in this moment, she didn't care. She felt safe, loved, and cherished in a way she had never experienced before.
Miss Daisy's hand remained on her diapered crotch, the gentle pressure a silent promise of more to come. Lily's body was still humming from her recent climax, but she already felt the beginnings of need stirring again. The idea of being Miss Daisy's baby, her toy to play with and care for, was both terrifying and thrilling. She had always felt in control, but that moment she asked for diapers, control seemed to be slipping away from her.
They lay in silence for a while, the only sound the occasional crinkle of the diaper between Lily's legs as she shifted slightly. Miss Daisy's thumb traced lazy circles on her stomach, sending little sparks of pleasure through her body. She felt Miss Daisy's warm breath on her neck, and she knew that she was being studied, examined, and adored.
Eventually, Lily's breathing evened out, her body relaxing into the cocoon of warmth and comfort. Miss Daisy's hand stilled on her diaper, her own breathing becoming deep and rhythmic. Lily felt the gentle rise and fall of Miss Daisy's chest against her back, and she knew that she had fallen asleep.
With a contented sigh, Lily closed her eyes and allowed sleep to claim her as well. Her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, but she was too exhausted to dissect them all. The diaper felt surprisingly natural between her legs, a reminder of her new role that she found strangely comforting.
Miss Daisy's arm tightened around her waist, pulling her closer into a spooning position. Lily felt the softness of Miss Daisy's breasts pressing against her back, the warmth of her skin, and the gentle rise and fall of her chest with every breath she took. Her mind drifted to the earlier events of the night, her cheeks growing warm at the memories of her regression.
Miss Daisy's breathing grew deep and even as she held Lily close. Lily's own breathing grew shallower, her body responding to the gentle pressure. The room was bathed in the soft glow of the nightlight, casting long shadows across the wall.
want someone to get me so drunk i can't talk properly and then only let me in the bathroom if i ask properly and ignore me when i try to ask like i'm a babbling baby. i'm sobbing and rattling the doorknob when i finally can't hold it anymore and piss myself. they come over and pull me into their lap and let me grind on their leg as i continue to cry a little, embarrassed because this was a public party but also REALLY fucking into it. and everyone is watching and they all agree after i come in my pants that it was for the best i didn't get let in the bathroom because i'm obviously not big enough for it. i get diapered there on the floor and do my best to act normal the rest of the night (the adrenaline sobered me up a little) like i'm not wearing borrowed pants over an obviously puffy bottom and like everyone didn't see me piss myself and then come after humping someone's leg like a dog.
Taken to a Mysterious Facilityā¢ where you're told you'll be part of a group trial for a new fast-acting forced regression experimental treatment.
You can try to fight it, but there's not much you can in a straitjacket and leg restraints. Within a day the spirals on the headsets and the force-fed laced milk get to you, and you're already using your diapers on the slightest urge.
By day two, embarrassment is the only thing keeping you from admitting how horny you are for your diapers. The more used your diaper is, the more you're squirming, desperately trying to get some stimulation from the warm, squishy padding. As embarrassing as it is, you can't help it; it feels too good.
By the end of the week, you're on particularly thick diapers, which don't last long dry nor clean, and you're loosing yourself to the pleasure of grinding against them. The climaxes come quick and strong, and you can spend the whole day like that, trying to ignore the humiliation of being seen like that.
You wake up soaked every day, and can already squeeze out an orgasm or two before they come to change you. It doesn't get any less embarrassing to be found out humping your diaper, but the sexual desperation overrides any instincts to stop or try to hide.
Then, on the next day, you wake up back at home. Back in your normal clothes, back in your regular underwear, wondering if you just had a really weird dream.
A package addressed to you sits nearby, with a printed letter on top: "Thank you for participating in our trial as part of the control group!"
It continues, but it's all been covered with black marker, followed by the handwritten addition of "most get some expensive new toy as bribe, but we think you'll enjoy these more. They're our thickest~ ;)"
Inside the package, a large case of diapers makes your heart beat faster. A card rest on the case, with the link to a website and a code underneath. Curious and half paying attention, with the diapers taking most of your mind, you go to the page and input the code when prompted. A banner pops up, congratulating you for your new lifetime supply of Superthick diapers, with a timetable of the scheduled deliveries to your exact address for the next several months.
You should be worried. About the amount of information they may have of you. About what they're doing at that facility. About what they surely did to you, control group be damned.
But you're too busy putting on one of the diapers to think of that.
You've already decided that you're replacing all your underwear with these diapers. They're thick and crinkle loudly, and just thinking of somebody finding out that you wear them is making you red as a beet. It'd be humiliatingā¦ But they just feel too good.
As itās getting warmer I think one of the cutest and hottest things is a girly little sundress wetting. Having a picnic and drinking lots of water, juice etc because itās hot out. Iām squirming around with my bladder bulge concealed under my dress and fill my bladder to the max it can possibly take. Trying not to wet my dress or the picnic blanket, eventually I end up squatting down while my poor bladder is bursting at the seams and canāt take it anymore. I start to dribble a little bit into my cute printed panties. I slip my hand under my dress to hold myself tightly, trying to stop my bladder from leaking through my panties and watering the grass more than needed. Feeling my control slip and spurts start leaking out and wetting my panties. Finally my bladder canāt take it anymore, it needs to go rn. I soak my panties as I wet them completely, my bladder unable to hold anything back anymore, completely wetting the grass below me. My dress is dry even though my panties are soaked and dripping.
That could be a very sweet and romantic picnic too. Starting with romantic and cute nerdy conversation, then gentle kissing and my bladder being pressed on until it explodes. Kissing and feeling the pressure mounting between my hips, being all sweet and him being adorable and worried about me being hydrated. Kissing gently as I wet, and then going home after to do some other things to me in my dress, without panties. Itās so tempting, I know. Even stuffing my soaked panties in his mouth and making him help clean up my accident with his mouth.
hydration is important, so remember to drink water! lots of water. lots, and lots, and lots of water. maybe a little more. more. come on, baby, you want to stay hydrated, donāt you? what do you mean you have to tinkle? iām worried about your hydration, i want you to keep drinking water. you need to go really bad? i donāt think so, sweetie. i know better than you. you donāt really have to pee. thatās actually your body telling you itās thirsty. keep drinking.
god, would you stop begging to go to the bathroom? fine, fine, let me check if you really need to. iām gonna feel your tummy to see if it feels full. hmmā¦letās see, your bladder does feel pretty big, but i think itās okay. if i can stillā¦push on it like that, it could be fuller. that hurts? that makes it worse? what, when i push on your bladder like that? just drink some more water, love.
maybe youāll be more comfortable if you lay down on your bed. itās nice and clean! i just changed your sheets this morning! here, lie down. letās check that bladder. donāt whine, iām helping you! let me get you some water. stop kicking, lay still or iām gonna have to- oh donāt you make me- that tears it! iām tying you up since you canāt seem to stop squirming for some reason.
there. all tied up on your nice clean bed. and all i wanted to do was help you stay hydrated. now, letās check that bladder again. you think youāre gonna have an accident? haha, youāre probably just getting horny from being tied up, you kinky slut. here, maybe if i rub this vibrator against you youāll- oh, baby. oh, you naughty little thing. i told you not to make a fucking mess! i change your sheets, i help you stay hydrated, and you fucking wet yourself like a baby? look at you, you canāt stop pissing all over yourself! donāt cry about it! no, finish. donāt hold back now. if youāre so helpless you canāt hold your piss, you might as well finish. here, let me make sure youāre nice and empty. iām just gonnaā¦here, iām gonna push here as hard as i- donāt do that? why, because youāll piss more? do it. i want you to show me that youāre a helpless little slut who canāt hold your pee. finish. now. there, thatās a good little thing. oh, wow, thatās a lot of pee! wow, it just keeps coming! aw! you know, if you had to go so bad, you could have just said somethingā¦
Hereās a super hot concept: we chug a bunch of water and then take a quick nap, waiting for our full bladders to wake us. I wake up first aching, burrsssting. Iām absolutely about to pop, stroking and admiring my bulging, hard belly. Iām about to carefully and lovingly rub your lower tummy to check you out. Youāre huge like Iāve never seen before and your legs are twisted shut, youāre hunched and clearly you can feel your full bladder in your sleep, I can tell by your body language. I watch you, even though my eyes are crossing with pee desperation. You are so cute, moaning and whimpering and shoving your hands into your cunt, squirming like youāre really gonna pee yourself. Then I (with advanced consent), gently touch your cunt from behind and find your cunt soaking, leaking, swollenā¦.. you have wet dripping down your ass. And not pee, wet. Your cunt is hot to the touch, itās so hot how turned on you are even though youāre asleep. I know how good it feels for you when your bladder is full like this, and how this drives you crazy, nothing turns you on like this, you become so feral when you have to go this bad. I check your clit and Iām not surprised to find you so hard. This wakes you up and all of a sudden you gush a torrent of piss into my hand, and you try to get up, clumsily spraying everywhere. Your cunt a lose hose, soaking me and the bed and you as you try to run to the bathroom. As soon as you open your legs youāre knocked back by the pressure of your piss ā your valve spurting halfway across the room. Youāre moaning like youāre about to cum, and so I hurry to hold you, tell you itās okay, let it all out, mommy will clean it all up, just pee. Juuuust pee. Go ahead baby, wow, you have so much. Oh wow, you just keep on spraying. Youāre moaning so loud now, leaning into me and moaning in ecstasy as you just succumb, and pee for a long, long, long time. I stroke your cunt, your bladder, your head, your chest, your cunt your cunt your cunt. I rub it as you peeā¦. A lot. You just keep peeing, I can tell youāre embarrassed. I continue to comfort you and tell you to let it go, keep peeing baby. Meanwhile Iām bursting, and youāre just peeing and peeing and peeing, so much. You have so much pee, and youāre peeing pretty hard the whole time. Weāre both so into this, we never want you to stop. For me it happens slower, Iām sitting behind you and comforting you and my pee hits the mattress, not too hard but definitely coming out in a hiss. Youāre shocked, you reach around, still peeing, to feel my bladder and you gasp. āItās coming out.ā I tell you. You move your hand to my cunt and I pee into it. I loudly moan in relief and thatās when your orgasm starts. Youāre so turned on youāre cumming hands free, pee now spurting out in jets in sync with your orgasm. I know whatās happening so I press my bladder into you, you feel itās fullness, itās roundness, itās firmness, and youāre just losing your mind. I want to give you a show so I hold on to my piss as best I can, squirming bad as you finish coming. Iām mesmerized and I love you so much. But I also have to pee so bad, I need you to calm down and stop shaking so I can let it out. My bladder is about to explode. Youāre finally done coming and just squirting out your last ropes of pee. I canāt believe how you still have some to spray. I tell you to lay down, I tell you Iām bursting, but I want to give you a show. I ask, do you want your favorite? Your favorite is for me to piss like a fountain, so I lay down on my back with my legs in the air and push. It doesnāt take much before my pee is nearly hitting the ceiling. My eyes roll back and my tongue rolls out and I enter a trance of relief. My bladder explodes pee in a thick, tall stream that I push to the sky. Iām just holding eye contact with you and panting, pissing. Of course, I pee SO MUCH. There is a lake of clean and clear piss all over our room. I pee for so long, I pee so much, and I pee so hard. Every time Iām surprised how long it takes so empty. I keep thinking Iāll be done soon but then it keeps comingā¦
I want someone (butch or femme tbhhh) to tease me with their big bladder. I want someone to filllll up their bladder and come show me their bulge, so proud of it. I want them to rub it on me, wave it at me, tell me how bad they have to go, how much they have inside them. I want them to press their cunt against my leg trying to hold on, pushing their full, hard lower tummy on to me. Caressing me with their bladder bulge theyāre letting poke out of their clothes. I want them to whisper āI have to go so badā¦. Do you want a little show??ā And I want them to set a 15 minute timer where in the first minute they guzzle down an entire water bottle and we just hang out while they get more full and delirious. We both start to go a little crazy, feeling our fetishes so activated. You love to get full and play with your own bladder, and I LOVE to watch. Itās been 10 minutes and youāre losing it a little, your bladder huge and sagging out of your body. You just keep caressing me with it. I tell you to hold an orange between your knees. Keeping your cunt open like this, and making you stand is making it impossible to hold your pee any longer. You canāt stand up straight and your bladder is about as big as I know it can getā¦ which is really huge. I praise you and rub you and kiss you and love on you until you tell me youāre able to lose it. Then you start to give me a show. You show me your bladder from all angles, rubbing it and clutching it and holding your hands between your legs, clutching your desperate cunt, moaning the whole time and telling me in detail how badly you have to go. How you want to piss so bad. How you want to spray me with your hot piss stream. How you know your pee is so clear and clean from all the water, it will smell like nothing. Youāre playing with your full bladder for me, gently bouncing it with your hand and just rubbing and touching it a lot. Itās so hot but I can tell youāre starting to feel truly desperate and a little distressed. Your cunt is leaking cum, not piss though. Youāre so turned on you want to hold forever but you know you canāt. You also know when you pop youāre going to lose it all. Once you start peeing itās so hard for you to stop. You canāt just clench off your stream easily, and even when you try to hold your pussy shut you always make a huge mess. So you much prefer to piss until youāre empty when youāre in a state like this. Thatās what you want so bad. You donāt want to just let some pee out, you NEED relief. Your head is spinning and youāre feeling so insane, so full and good, but also insane. I ask if you need soothing and you stammerā¦ what do you mean. I take out my tit and look at you and you dive for it, curling into my open arms and opening your mouth so wide, taking as much of my tit into your mouth as you possibly can. Now that I have you curled up in my lap, I gently touch your bladder and you just start mumbling about how bad you have to pee. You just keep saying it, āI have to pee so badā¦ fuckā¦ im bursting mommyā I stroke your head and put my tit in your mouth and you suck and suck and your eyes are half closed and you look at peace but youāre clawing at me, grabbing at me, and squirming, bucking your hips backwards. I think trying to make room for your bladder ā your rock solid bowling ball of hot piss. Weāve been doing this a long time so both our bladders are huge and stretched. I know how big you get and this is it. Youāre at your limit, hard and swollen, bulging between your hips. Your cunt is going crazy between the piss desire and the comforting breast in your mouth. My goal is to relax you so much you piss yourself. I still want the pee show you promised meā¦ but I also want you to just slowly pee yourself here with me while you suck my boob. Hissing out from between your legs suddenlyā¦. And youāre so relaxed you succumb, letting a leg fall open as your stream fountains out of youā¦. Spraying pretty hard and far within only a few seconds. You loudly moan with relief, thrusting your cunt into the air and letting your pee goā¦. Itās so loud, hissing as you say
āOh my god Iām peeing so hardā¦ fuckā¦ā the words come out muffled as you say them into my tits. āOh godā¦.ā Itās true, you are peeing A LOT. Soaking the couch, really. I grab a towel thatās miraculously in arms reach and hold it to your cuntā¦. You piss into it loudly and say over and over again āoh god, sorry, oh god, I just canāt stopā until your bladder is all the way empty, you spurt your last few spurts into the towel, moaning so much and I know your orgasm is coming nextā¦ and I wait for that to start ripping through you as I just hold you and comfort you and say sweet things to you, letting you grip on to me and suck my tit for dear life as you moan, groan, cry out, and pout. Itās all too much for you and I just rub you, you hot soaking wet mess, and tell you i love you and youāre doing so good, letting it all out. I love you I love you I love you.
someone twice my size, fucking me from behind. their hands so big that when they hold onto me, they can wrap their hands over my bladder. holding my bladder down while they stretch me out, slamming in and out
āawww such a messy boy. cmonnnn, you can do better than thatā every time i accidentally spurt down their dick
picking up speed and applying even more pressure. feeling the thoughts leave my brain as shivers consume my body and suddenly iām gushing down my thighs. their dick sloshing with each thrust
āthereeee you go, puppy. just let it all out for me. poor thing, mustāve had to go so bad, huh?ā in the most patronizing voice possible
spread on dad's lap, your favourite cartoon faint in the background, shirt riding up and waistband stretched over his knuckles. two fingers sliding in and out of your special place, slick and hot, a pair of fingers twisting your nipple, thighs supporting all your weight and keeping you steady through your squirms. eyes clenched shut and nothing reaches you but the overwhelming feeling of it, just you and him in your little universe, your nipple released and the same thumb pressing past your lips, the familiar comfort of something to hold on to there. fingers stretch you out inside and it's too much, it's too much dad, he grunts and keeps twisting you like his puppet. the sound of something streaming, wet, warm, drenching his hand in your shorts. he sighs with familiar satisfaction and you cry, feeling dirty, feeling gross, feeling safe with your hands around his arms.
Pop. This is a true story about a time I drank my entire water bottle plus a 32 oz beer and then drove an hour in traffic home from the beach. My bladder was a beach ball sitting in my little sandy bikini. And yes, it was a true emergency, and yes, I popped and pissed my entire bladder out in my car. I was that full. So hereās the story!
I just canāt help myself, but when I have to pee, the attention on my pussy just makes me feel so turned on. And when Iām so turned on like that, it feels so good to finally pee. So I want to pee as much as possible, and I want to feel such a high ecstasy of relief from complete desperation, that I stretch my bladder out, holding as much pee as I can take. Then when I finally lose it, I can pee so hard, so far, and so much. I can enjoy the feeling of hot piss shooting from my pussy. I feel so turned on I could die. I love to rub my full full bladder, its weight bearing down on my clit and pee hole, making me throb, making me hot, making me drip. Making me leak. Piss seeping out of me as my bladder fights for relief.
So thatās how I found myself in the situation I was in, where Iād drank an entire 32oz modelo, and a lot of water, and I was stuck in traffic for an hour. My bladder was so full my head was spinning. My eyes were crossing. My pussy ached. My bladder ached, my clit ached. I was so turned on but also couldnāt think straight, piss urgency was all my mind could do. āGotta pee gotta pee gotta go gotta piss fuck Iām gonna piss my carā was all I could think. All I could anticipate was my pussy shooting piss into my carā¦ that and trying not to crash. I was so screwed. I had to go so bad and I was 32 minutes from home. I knew I wouldnāt make it. My mistake was that I overestimated myself. My bladder capacity, really. See, Iāve always had this fetish and Iāve stretched out my bladder over the years. Nothing major, but I have held to the point of swelling my bladder a few times before. Iāve gotten it to feel pretty big and firm, and Iāve pissed my heart out for minutes on end. Iāve gotten myself so lost in it that Iāve orgasmed during the pee explosion, giving myself a pee-gasm. Itās the most intense and sensational experience I could ever have, itās the bladder relief of hours long desperation, itās the feeling of hot piss jetting out of my body, itās the throbbing clit helping to pump piss out faster and harderā¦ā¦ Iām in absolute heaven. Iām in pure ecstasy and relief. And the stakes are always so high, my bladder can get so big and so full, full to the point of exploding. And I let it explode out of my body, through my throbbing piss hole, shooting piss into the sky, across the room, into walls, shooting it into mattresses or towels or clothes or pillows or blanketsā¦. Shooting piss through my panties, losing control completely, desperately pissing myself because I have no choiceā¦. Shooting piss into pillows and humping them as I soak them involuntarily, just an exploding bladderā¦.. And coming as I do it. So yeah I have some experience.
So there I was trapped in my car and absolutely losing my mind with pee desperation. Iām already sitting in a pee puddle. Iāve been seeping and leaking piss for a solid 10 minutes already, and Iām never going to make it. My bladder is visibly sagging out of my body, a bowling ball sitting between my hips.
Iām at 1,000% capacity and piss is coming out, right there in the car with āoh my god, Iām goingā¦. Fuck, Iām peeing. Iām peeing. Iām peeing oh my god it feels so good.ā And then I start to cum. I stop myself immediately. I canāt lose my whole bladder right here in my car. I know Iām going to piss, like, a gallon. Iām literally going to let out a horse piss and I canāt do that in my car. So I stop the pee and cum and just sit in my sopping mess, in absolute agony.
As I was saying, my bladder was too full. I thought I could handle it. I guzzled a whole 32 oz bottle of beer, and then so I could drive I drank almost my whole water bottle. I donāt know what I was thinking. I couldnt hold that much. I already had to go and I kept drinking. No, I kept guzzling. I was downing water as my bladder filled. Chugging liquids as they poured straight into my swollen bladder. My aching pussy. My swollen sopping wet clit begging me to drink more. I was hypnotized. I wanted to be huge. I wanted to be full like never before. I wanted to be rock hard, and I overdid it.
I was driving and squirming. My belly was so huge and hard. Touching my aching bladder and being shocked and concerned at how hard it was. I had to keep letting pee out. I had no choice. I pissed myself a little bit every few minutes, I just had to or Iād explode. My bladder was rock solid and HUGE. I had never seen it so big. I had no idea I could get so full. It was fucking amazing. I was ecstatic. It was so erotic, to see my tummy sag and stretch like that, to see my huge bulging bladder as a visible validating of my feelings ā true and unavoidable piss desperation. I was squirming so bad. Lifting up and going back down, squeezing my thighs so tight they hurt. Knocking my knees together. My eyes were crossing my bladder was so big. I had to pee so so so so bad. I had never had to pee so bad in my life. I squirmed. I squirted out little jets and felt no relief. My nails dug into my steering wheel as pee dripped off my seat. Trying to drive my car was agonizing. I was squirming and spurting. I profoundly had to pee. It felt so good. It felt soooooo good. My clit throbbed. I squeezed my legs tighter and throbbed. I rubbed. I put my hand in between my legs. I pinched my pussy closed with my fingers and I still feel droplets squeak out. My bladder was pushing so hard to let pee out. I was letting it come out because I knew i had to or Iād burst, but I couldnāt truly piss like I needed to in my car. But god I needed to. I rocked my hips forward to try to make more room in my body for my aching, huge bladder. I hunched forward. I tugged the seatbelt off my tummy. My big bloated tummy. I moved the seatbelt away with my hands and realized how my bladder had just been pressing up against it.
I squirmed around and then I stared to really piss myself. I just couldnāt keep it in my tummy. My big bloated tummy couldnāt hold it in. Whenever I moved my legs even slightly open pee shot out. A strong jet, a rope. Id snap my legs shut with a splash. I couldnāt believe I was losing control, but then I really could because all I could even think about or feel was the desperate need to pee. I was so insanely turned on. I was ready to cum with the slightest touch.
I had a one track mind on my pussy. I had to piss so bad I could die. And I had to cum. But most importantly I had to piss, and in fact I was pissing, right then and there, into my panties and into my car seat. Pissing. I couldnāt stop I was so desperate, I couldnāt have physically stopped. I put my hand down there and clamped myself shut and piss droplets found their way out anyways. I whispered to myself āIām peeingā¦ā
I was driving. Driving and peeing. Fantasizing about piss jets and water fountains. I needed to spray like nobodyās business. I needed to GO. I ached. I was fully desperate. All I could see beyond the steering wheel was visions of myself spraying. On a bed, my hips lifting up involuntarily, spraying piss across the room. Hitting the wall with it. Moaning with relief, but not for 30 seconds. It takes me 30 seconds of full force squirting out a thick stream to even begin to feel relief. Thatās how full I am. Thatās how big my bladder is. Thatās how stretched out my bladder is, how well trained I am. Years of bladder stretching and holding. I know my limits and I know I was surpassing them in this car, thatās why I was constantly pumping piss out the whole time into my nice car. Spraying my leather seats through my loose bikini.
Oh my god I was gonna pop. Fantasizing about shooting piss into the mattress. I wished I was home. I wished I could piss with abandon. I donāt want to keep pissing into my pathetic little hand. I wanted to hold. I was desperate to try. Keep it in. Hold it like a big girl. Hold your pee. So I clamped my legs shut. I felt a little puddle arise between my thighs. I felt so defeated. I looked down at my bladder and I felt couldnāt believe the size of it. I put my hand on it and stroked it and I couldnāt believe how sore it was. I was literally going to explode if I didnāt pee. I was beyond capacity and I knew I was going to burst. My bladder was going to pop. I was going to bust. I was going to blow. Bursting, bursting, bursting. Have to pee so bad. Head spinning eyes crossing, bladder exploding. I opened my legs. A thick spray of piss in every direction. I feel the build up to coming already. Iām shooting ropes into my car, while Iām sitting in traffic. Iām exploding. Iām peeing. God, Iām peeing. Fuck. I need to pee so much. Fuck. I donāt even feel relieved yet but it feels so good. I rest my hand on my bursting bladder and let myself piss, I feel the hot streams of piss hit the back of my legs, itās truly jetting, Iāve rarely ever seen myself pee so hard. My little pussy needs to cum, and Iām about to cum right then and there, right into my piss puddle when all of a sudden traffic is moving and theyāre honking at me. I snap my legs closed with a big splash. My rope of piss stops and immediately Iām in agony. My eyes are crossing, Iām trying to drive, but all I can think of is I have to pee so much more I have to pee so so so bad. My bladder is still very firm. Letting all that pee out only made it worse and now my pussy was absolutely throbbing with desire. My whole organ is swollen, red, hot, wet. Demanding attention. NEEDING to cum but NEEDING to piss even worse. āI need to piss like a racehorse,ā I said and meant it. My clit was rock hard and standing up, pulsing and throbbing at the air, begging to cum. I was so turned on, so wet, so hard.
She loved pissing herself. She was overcome with desperate desire.
I ground my pussy into my wet puddle of a leather seat. My pussy throbbed. It threatened to cum every second. If I dared to touch my clit I would cum so hard Iād piss and crash. And god, I HAD TO PISS. PISS PISS. PEEEEE. PEEEE. SHOOOOOT PISSSSS is all I could think. My eyes crossing. Agonizing fantasies of shooting ropes of piss into my windshield. And suddenly it became real as my hips lifted and I just let my piss fly. I shot my piss right int my window. Hard. Fuck it felt good. I let it go. āIām going Iām going. Iām peeing. Oh my god Iām peeing. Iām sorry. Iām going peeā¦ā
I could not stop. āI canāt stop peeingā¦ā I was bursting, a fountain. I had a waterfall of pee shooting upward from between my legs, from my pussy, spraying a wide and messy spray at full force. I pushed a little more and the mess consolidated into a hot little laser beam, half an inch thick and justā¦ shooting. Hard. I had never pissed so hard, I was truly in an emergency. I believe my bladder was about to rip and I had to piss fast to empty it before I absolutely burst at the seams, literally. So like a valve, I just lose control. Luckily traffic was at a standstill for the full 3 minutes it took me to pee. I couldnāt believe it, I peed FOREVER. As if a cork popped off, as if a valve holding a high pressure load, as if a FIRE HYDRANT BURST, my pussy just let go to the most high pressure explosion Iāve ever seen. My pee exploded out of me. I had to go so fucking bad, my peehole just opened and my bladder squeezed. I was a fucking hose. Right into my car. Soaked it through. And I didnāt care, I couldnāt care, because I went limp, my pussy took all my bodyās energy to spray pee. Like a valve, I didnāt stop until my bladder was empty. My full full belly just drained itself. My rock solid tummy, round and plump, full of bladder, just couldnāt take it anymore. My mouth hung open, I was in a stupid little trance, my pussy THROBBED, and my clit, hot and full of blood, twitched as it got sprayed with the piss that was flying out of me. I was in a trance state, hypnotized, only aware of my own peeing. The pure pleasure I felt, how my nipples grew three sizes and turned bright red, how my whole pussy was a swollen begging mess, how I had just never felt so turned on in my life, and how I knew that soon, the orgasm that would find me would rock my entire world. As I pissed and pissed, I lifted my hips up, eyes crossing but fixed on my stream, and I ruuuubbbeddd my bladder. I gave it so much love as it emptied. I sat there with a hand on each side of my bladder, it was that big. I loved it and adored it, and I just sat there and watched myself pee, so hard the entire time, a rush of piss flying out of me and making a MESS. Sometimes my stream got thick and messy, spraying in three different directions, and sometimes my stream just shot forward. My tongue rolled out of my mouth as I just watched myself go. Thinking of all I drank. And just peeing, peeing, peeing, so lost in the orgasmic peeing. And when my peegasm started I was ready for it, my piss started coming out in spurts, starting and stopping as my pussy clenched and throbbed and my clit twitched in the air. Still, peeing away. Peeing like a faucet and then stopping for my cunt to throb, then peeing like a faucet again, 5 seconds of piss, spraying, and then a 2 second break while my cunt throbbed inward again, then it pushed out again and my pee went jetting out again. I was coming and peeing so hard, I couldnāt believe it. I was thanking god traffic was still stopped. I was coming back to my senses when I had to start driving again, and you better believe I was driving and pissing still, a little stream shooting into the back of my legs from my pussy. And Iām still going crazy, Iām still in piss/bladder/clit heaven land. Iām starting to grope my own stream, pee hard and slow into my own hand. Iām still rubbing and grabbing at my bladder. I want it hard again already. I loved that it was ROCK. FUCKING. HARD. swollen with piss. God. Fuck. My little tank just turns me on soooooo much. So I drove home like that, eyes crossing and nearly fainting from being so horny, intermittently peeing the whole time.
I'm walking back home on evening, it's sunset but the air is still warm from a hot day.
In summer I always wear very short shorts, often men's swimsuit bottom. They would be so easy to just push aside, and I could empty my poor, aching bladder. No, it's bad, I can't pee outside, but on the other hand I'm still far from home, and as minutes pass I'm less and less sure I'd be able to make it home.
I can't wet myself here! My shorts are black, but I also wear sneakers and socks, I don't want to ruin them and smell like piss in public.
As I walk I start to panic, my need to pee invading my brain. I'm so full, I'm gonna have an accident! The idea of finding somewhere to piss seems more and more appealing.
I start looking for a secluded corner, but find none. Too small, too exposed, someone would see me pathetically piss on the ground like a dog.
I finally find an empty bench near the river, hidden by a few trees. My heart thumps in my chest, this is my luck! I nearly lose control at the idea of finally letting go of the unbearable pressure. I feel tear filling my eyes : it hurts, I can't hold it!
I sit on the bench, still unsure if I'm really doing it. Someone could still see me from the bridge. I squirm, my heart racing. I finally move my hand and grab the crotch of my shorts with my panties, and pull them to the side. A short and strong stream of piss immediately burst out, hissing loudly ; one more second and I would have wet myself!
I instantly stop, clenching my muscles. God, I'm doing it, I can't believe it. After letting out a little, it burns even more, I bite my lip and my big clit twitch. I relax and let out another long jet of pee. This time I can't stop it, it feels too good. The hissing, the sound of it hitting the bench, then the ground, it's so loud, anyone could hear! The smell is strong, piss mixed with the smell of my sweaty pussy, my head begins to spin.
Maybe that's why I don't hear the two men coming from behind me until the very last second. I jump when I hear them and let go of my shorts before I even manage to cut the stream. Warm piss soak my panties for a second, before I manage to stop. My heart is pounding, if they notice what I was doing I'm fucked.
They start talking as they come closer, but I don't understand, frozen by fear. I hear "alone", "puddle", "slut". They're too close, they'd smell it!
When a big hand grabs my shoulders, I let out a gasp and a new gush of piss in my shorts. They pin my wrists to the bench, I squirm and whine but I can't move. The second man face me and kick my legs open.
"I told you! This little bitch was trying to sneak a piss here like a fucking dog. Hold him, I'll teach him how good boys behave."
I blush madly, trying to close my legs, too aware of the state of my panties. He can't see how wet I already am! My bladder is still aching, begging to empty.
"What a big puddle you've made already! You must have been really desperate, we could hear you pant from the street."
He lifts my shirt and graze his hand towards my waistband. My breath become erratic, no! He can't go lower, he'll know I've wet myself!
Too late. His fingers have reach between my legs, as my nipples start to grow hard from his touch. He gently run his fingers on the wet fabric, tracing the outline of the small wet spot.
"Oh, look like he couldn't wait! You believe this? Not only he piss in public, but he can't even make it in time! And do you smell that? It's not only his gross piss, it smells like a bitch in heat here."
I feel like I'd die of shame, heart pounding in my head. His fingers stroke my hard clit through the fabric. My need become unbearable.
"God, such a pathetic whine, he's so needy."
He pulls my shorts to the side, and without warning slides a thick finger inside me. I gasp and cry, letting out a big spurt of pee.
"Look like we interrupted him!" he laughs. "No need to cry baby, I'll help you relax and empty."
His finger slowly thrust in my wet pussy, while he thumbs at my clit. I bite back a moan, uncontrolably letting out a stream of piss. I feel it soak my shorts, I hear it hissing and hitting the fabric. I'm ruining my clothes, I'm pissing myself, why don't him get my panties out of the way?
"Like this baby, I know you want it, I bet it hurts to keep it inside, uh? You can't help it, soiling yourself, that's why untamed dogs like you do."
I cry again as he crooks his fingers. At this point I'm too hot, I'm panting, I don't have any control over the spurts of piss soaking my shorts. It splash on my thighs, it pools under my ass, and the thrusting movement make it squirt everywhere.
I cum crying, fear and panic only making me piss harder. My pussy clenches endlessly around his fingers, while spurts of piss mix with slick.
"Wow, that's really a big pee, you ruined your pretty panties. Let's make sure there's nothing more left."
He keeps fingering my oversensitive pussy as I squirm frantically. In no time, I cum a second time, moaning loudly. This time, what squirts out is a clear liquid, splashing all over his hand. My orgasm feels endless, waves and waves of liquid squirting, splashing on the ground at my feet.
I fall limp on the bench, panting, my ears ringing. He's still gently tracing circles on my clit. I can hear the last drops of my piss hitting the ground.
"Did you see? Poor boy had so much in him, good thing we helped him. That's what good people do when they meet this kind of bitch."
He pats my pussy, put my shirt back on and make me stand. He adjust my sopping wet shorts around me.
"My, what a big accident! Hope you'll make it home without anyone seeing you like this. Everyone would know you can't control your bladder in no time."
A little in just an oversized t shirt and diaper cuddled up next to Mommy while she has friends over. They have to go potty, but all the extra people around is making it hard for their bladder to let go. They squirm around, trying to find a comfortable position.
Mommy notices and smiles, but doesnāt pause her conversation with her friends. She runs a soothing hand over her littleās side before reaching down and pushing on their bladder. It doesnāt take long for them to gasp and start flooding their padding, and their face goes red as they worry that Mommyās friends can hear the faint hissing sound. Not that it really matters. Even if they canāt hear it, itās obvious to anyone looking that the material is significantly more swollen than before.
āThere you go, honey. Good job,ā Mommy murmurs. Her hand moves further down to press the wet padding. The pressure makes her Littleās hips instinctively buck. One of Mommyās friends chuckles.
āAww, I think someoneās worked up.ā
Little whines, turning red but obviously still pressing against Mommyās hand.
āPoor thing,ā one of her friends teases. āNeed someone to take care of you?ā
Mommy hums. āTheyāll just make a mess if I take off their paddingā¦ here honey, lift up for me.ā She grabs one of the stuffed animals nearby, positioning it between her Littleās legs.
She pats their butt, gently guiding them so theyāre straddling their plushie, swollen padding rubbing against it. āThere. Go ahead, love. Donāt be shy, itās okay.ā
Mommy goes back to talking with her friends, but keeps a reassuring hand on Littleās thigh as they hump their stuffie. Their movements get increasingly desperate, panting as they get close. Their whines get loud enough to distract Mommyās guests.
āYou gonna come for us, honey?ā One asks, smiling.
Little just whines louder, jerking their hips a few more times before freezing and shuddering with their whole body.
After they catch their breath a little, they seem to realize their surroundings again, with all of Mommyās guests smiling and cooing at how cute they are. Theyāre too worn out to care, though, their eyes starting to droop. They keep their stuffie between their legs but shift so theyāre curled up with their head on Mommyās lap, drifting off into a nap as the conversation around them fades into background noise.
