Boys are messy creatures.
From their sticky fingers to their questionable aim in the bathroom, boys have never been good at keeping things clean. A diaper just simplifies the whole process—no more "oops, I missed" or "it was just an accident!"
Moms and girlfriends are already cleaning up after them.
Ever noticed how boys conveniently “forget” how to do laundry, dishes, or pick up their own socks? They already expect someone else to handle their messes—diapers just make it official!
They think farting is funny. So let’s see how they like a full diaper.
Boys love to giggle about their own gas, but let’s see how funny it is when there’s more than just air in their diaper. Oh, what's that? Suddenly it's "not so funny"? Thought so!
They have the attention span of a goldfish.
Oh, look! A ball! A car! A flashing light! Boys get so distracted by the simplest things—who has time to actually remember to use the potty when there are way more important things to focus on? Best to keep them safely diapered so they don’t make a mess when they inevitably forget.
They have NO shame.
Boys will scratch, burp, and do all sorts of gross things in public without a second thought. If they have no problem acting like babies in front of everyone, why not dress them like one too?
They never know when to stop playing.
Boys will run around, roughhouse, and completely ignore their obvious potty signals until—oopsie! Too late! Rather than trusting them with big boy underwear (as if!), it’s just safer to keep them padded so they can go whenever they inevitably lose track of time.
They’re so lazy.
Let’s be honest, even if a boy could make it to the potty, would he really want to? Getting up, stopping what he's doing, actually aiming—so much effort! It's just easier to let him go in his diaper like the helpless little thing he is.
They still act like babies, so they might as well wear what babies wear.
Boys whine when they don’t get their way, throw tantrums over the smallest things, and sulk when they lose. If they’re going to act like fussy little toddlers, they should be dressed like one too—diapers included!
They hate being told what to do. Which makes it even more fun!
The best part? They’ll huff and puff, but there’s nothing they can do about it. They can squirm all they want—at the end of the day, they’ll still be right where they belong: safely diapered.
Deep down, they know they belong in diapers.
At the end of the day, all their silly protests and puffed-up bravado don’t change the truth—boys just aren’t meant for potty training. They’re much better off being padded, protected, and properly taken care of. And while that will never change, their diapers certainly will—again and again and again
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“Oh, look at that! My newest little dolly is waking up! I bet she’s pretty surprised to find herself all nicely fastened down in her own little box… She doesn’t even remember how she got in there, does she?”
To be honest, I didn’t. Last I knew, we were having one hell of a party at my new boyfriend’s place. Yeah, I’d been pretty soused. But never did I expect to wake up trussed, gagged, and locked inside some stupid cabinet! God, I felt awful - my gut ached, and my bladder felt ready to burst - no doubt thanks to all those drinks… But who was this chick taunting me, anyway?
The bitch seemed to read my mind. “Oh, I bet you don’t even understand what’s going on, do you, you stupid little slut? Well, I think it’s time you know. I’m Caleb’s girlfriend - you know, the one you were trying to replace. Oh, I can’t really blame you, honey! He does have a lot of…what would say say? BDE?” She snickered and licked her lips provocatively. “But honey, I gotta be honest. I’m not the kind of girl who’s willing to share my man… And so, I’ve decided that you’re going to stay here at my place for awhile. I’ve got big plans for you. And when I’m done, you’re not gonna have a chance in hell with him anymore…”
What was the bitch even saying? I tried to yell, to ask her where I was, but all I could manage through the bit gag was a garbled babble of sound and a stream of drool that dribbled slowly onto my chest. What the hell was I going to do? God, my gut hurt. My brain racing in panic, I struggled wildly against the cuffs binding my wrists and ankles, but they refused to give. I looked around for a way out of my prison, but it seemed firmly shut, with only the glimmer of a few little air-holes in the corners. But even now, the entirety of my situation was seeping into my hazy brain. What was this odd puffiness I felt around my waist? What the hell…?
And that’s when my tormenter told me. “Wanna know what’s gonna happen next, my little slut-muffin? I’ve decided to make you my little Betsy-Wetsy doll. Yep, that’s right! You know those little dollies that you feed and then watch them wet their pants? Oh, yeah - but you’re gonna be a new and improved version! Why else do you think you’re wearing that diaper, huh? Don’t think you’re gonna get out of using it for me - FULLY.” She laughed maniacally at my bewildered expression. “You still don’t get it, do you? No worries - I’m sure it will all come clear when you finally release that enema I gave you!”
Oh, God. I suddenly understood why my gut felt like a taut balloon. She was going to make me shit myself, right here, right in my pants. My diaper. I whimpered through the gag, clenching desperately, trying to think of some way out… But there was none.
But oddly, as I felt the first drops escape my trembling sphincter, I had a sudden moment of clarity. My resistance was precisely what this bitch wanted, wasn’t it? The only way I, as her bound little plaything, could remotely try to resist her was to deny her that full sadistic pleasure: to accept, to give in. And so, with a hot, torrential rush of liquid poop that seemed to fill every corner of what I now realized was my diaper… I did.
Not that I had a choice.
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Please don’t remove my caption; if you do, may you accidentally fart next time you sneeze in public.
It looks like they’re dropping a teaser trailer for the new Harry Potter reboot tomorrow
Just a few important and gentle reminders:
🫶🏻 DO NOT WATCH THIS FUCKING SHOW 🫶🏻
If you claim you support human rights - not just trans rights but human rights in general - yet still plan to watch this show, unfollow me. You’re a fucking hypocrite and I don’t want you following me.
Do not watch it even if you’re hate watching it, it still contributes to streaming revenue and views!
The adults in this reboot of the franchise are FULLY accountable for choosing to do this show and accepting a pay cheque over supporting a minority group. Even if they claim they support trans rights, they’re cowards and don’t actually support them at all.
The kids do NOT deserve abuse or hate, whether it’s because you’re comparing them to Dan/Rupert/Emma or because you’re boycotting due to the author’s views. They are literal CHILDREN.
Your nostalgia over a children’s series about kids going to school is NOT more important than trans people being respected and having rights. As long as JKR is still alive, she profits off of this.
Thats it sweetie keep pushing get all of that icky mess out of your sissy tushy and into that diapy. Wow and just think you actually like this. You asked me to be your mommy and make sure your kept in chastity and diapers and plenty of pink. Jokes on you because I really enjoy this. I think im enjoying it more than you and guess what that means? Your fucked sissy girl. Mommy owns your ass. BBBBBBLLLLLLLRRRRRRRTT. Oh my what a big toot that was. Im sure your diapy is getting nice and full. Keep pushing get it all out sissy. Now if your a good girl and dont fuss for your baba and your nap maybe just maybe mommy will change your diaper before dinner. Don't forget sissy diaper changes are a privilege not a right. Mommy will let you rot in that filthy pamper. Now be a good girl for mommy and make a nice big pushy.
"I don't want a diaper today, Nanny," you said seriously, looking up at Nanny from your position on the beanbag chair as they fluffed out a pink princess-themed diaper for you. Nanny set the diaper on the changing table, amusement crawling over their face like a rising sun, beginning with their lips curving into a smile and ending with their sky blue eyes twinkling.
"You don't, honey?" Their voice was as sweet and smooth as said honey. Clearly not taking you seriously as they bent down to check your diaper again. As a bedtime diaper, it was much thicker than the ones that you'd regularly wear throughout the nursery. For added comfort and absorbency, Nanny had also added in two boosters the night before.
"I know sitting in a soiled nappy overnight is never fun," they went on sympathetically, squishing the soggy padding for extra emphasis, "but that's just a part of being in diapers. What's the matter, baby? You were just showing Nanny how much you love your diapers yesterday. Don't you remember how good your mushy diaper felt after your blowout?"
Your cheeks heated as you recalled the events Nanny was referring to. After feeding you a bottle spiked with castor oil for lunchtime and teasing you with lots and lots of "rubbies," Nanny had left you in the playpen by yourself for a bit. A mistake on their part, since in no time at all you were leaking more than just pee through your diaper, all over the giant stuffed elephant, Mrs. Snuggles, that you had taken the liberty of humping. Your bottom still stung from Nanny's reminder of how good babies behave, making your soiled pants even more uncomfortable than they already would have been after you slept in them for who knows how long. It had taken an hour of 'bathtime' (thorough scrubbing by Nanny) in order to clean Mrs. Snuggles off. Looking down at your feet, you twitched your toes in embarrassment. Nanny's thumb brushed your cheek.
"Do you really want to give that up?" they asked, voice soft and gentle. "I know it's hard at times, but Nanny is there to take care of all your accidents. You don't need to be ashamed, Nanny loves when you show them what a baby you are. The fact that you're so happy to make poopoos in your pants for me.. it gets Nanny all excited in a way I think you're very intimately familiar with."
You were almost convinced. Nanny was good at this. Good at making you feel too humiliated to say no, good at making you feel like it was the best option to just let them do what they liked. But today, you wanted to give up your diapers. You wanted to be a big kid just like Nanny. Reaching up, you pulled your pacifier out of your mouth to put emphasis on your desire to be more grown-up.
"Nanny, I wanna start potty training tuh-day," You tried not to let your lip wobble as your confidence faltered under their steady, unreadable stare.
"Potty training?" There was a slight sneer in Nanny's voice, as if they couldn't believe what they were hearing. They bent down, making their tone even more sweet and condescending as they asked, "Where did a tiny tot like you hear about a big kid thing like that?**"
"Big sis was telling me about it the other day!" You explained, trying not to let a lisp creep into your words. "She told me how much bigger it makes her that she can use the training potty. I wanna be big just like her!"
"I see," Nanny smiled, mentally filing that away for later. "Well, of course you can start potty training today, sweetie! Why would Nanny ever say no to such a noble request? Let's go eat some breakfast, then we can have some potty training time rather than some playtime~"
You bit back a grumble at the announcement that you would be losing your morning playtime. It would all be worth it in the end. Nanny opened their pink diaper bag and refolded the princess-themed diaper that they had fluffed out, stuffing it back in. "I don't think you'll be needing that anytime soon, then? I think that nighttime diaper will hold through breakfast.."
"Alright, kiddo! Nanny will just need to grab a few supplies to help you along with your training."
After a long feeding (and burping) session on Nanny's lap, you were stuffed and had no will to resist anything Nanny could do to you. They first pulled out a blindfold from the dreaded bondage drawer of your wardrobe, where Nanny kept all of your nasty restraints. They rummaged for a long moment, before approaching you with a blindfold. You stiffened as they took away your sight. That didn't seem like something you'd need for potty training. The next thing went around your neck, pressing against your throat and clicking shut as Nanny attached it to you. A collar, you presumed. You lifted a hand to try and feel it, but Nanny quickly caught your hand and slipped it into something warm, thick, and familiar, doing the same with your other hand.
A blindfold, a collar, and mittens.. what is going on?
"There, there," Nanny spoke soothingly as a shiver went down your spine. "I promise, these are completely necessary for potty training."
Their hand rubbed your back for a long moment, before their presence moved away. You heard Nanny open the closet, and wrestle a certain device out of there, wheeling it over to you. You blushed. You knew exactly what it was, and it never stopped being embarrassing when Nanny used it with you. You were a big kid, you could walk! Especially when you were going to start potty training.
"Nanny," you whined. "I don't neeeed a stroller.."
"I know, baby. But you do need a paci gag if you're going to argue with Nanny today," Nanny replied sternly, before shoving yet another instrument of humiliation into your mouth and threading the straps behind your head, tightening it until they were sure you couldn't spit it out.
"Now, come on sweetie. You may not need the stroller, but I want you to be in it," Nanny pressed their finger against the gag for a moment to make it clear that they wanted you suckling on it. Once you started doing that, they placed one hand under your soggy bottom, and the other behind your back, lifting you into the stroller with a grunt of effort.
The stroller was by no means uncomfortable, but that didn't make it any less mortifying for you, or any less amusing for Nanny. Additionally, the stroller had a five-point harness- mostly to ensure that you didn't fall out, but it had the side effect of the crotch strap rubbing and vibrating slightly against your soggy diaper as Nanny wheeled you out of your nursery. You had no idea where they were taking you thanks to the blindfold and the distraction that the crotch strap caused. It was just enough to titillate your aching, denied privates, but not much more than that. The diaper was just too thick, you couldn't wait to get it off. Maybe once you proved to Nanny that you could use the potty, they'd let you take care of the ache down there!
That wasn't the only thing torturous about this ride. Nanny felt the need to stop every five to ten steps to check on one thing or another. From something as small as making sure the water fountains in the hallways were working, to poking their head into a classroom to make sure other kiddos were behaving even without them in the room. Of course, the other caregivers who worked with Nanny would make sure littles behaved in their absence. At one point, you heard the sound of another little getting spanked mercilessly while receiving an equally blistering scolding. It reminded you of what had happened to you yesterday, and you were relieved that Nanny still swayed your stroller in a soothing motion during each stop.
Eventually, your adventures reached the other side of the building. You heard the sound of Nanny entering something into a keypad, and then click of a door unlocking. You swallowed, realizing that you were being taken into the grown-up zone. Only Nanny and their occasional adult visitors were allowed in there. Did this mean Nanny viewed you as an adult now? You hadn't even started using the potty yet. Another door opened, and Nanny wheeled your stroller to a halt, undoing your blindfold but leaving everything else on. You saw the big pink gym bag slung over their shoulder- they stuffed the blindfold into the front pocket and zipped it shut. Then, they took out a small device of some sort, attaching it to the belt on their jeans without a word. You squinted, trying to get a better glimpse, but Nanny made a wide gesture.
"Don't focus on Nanny, sweetie! Take a look around you!" they invited.
You obediently looked around the room, at first puzzled. It wasn't like any of the rooms in the main sector of the nursery. The walls were sleek and dark, nothing like the vibrant and colorful patterns on the nursery wall. The polished white ceramic flooring and smooth white ceiling contrasted the color of the walls in a way that was elegant and professional. You didn't need to be in the grown-up zone of the building to know that you weren't supposed to be in here. Your eyes traced over smooth marble counters, a silver-rimmed mirror behind a massive sink, a bathtub that could comfortably fit at least two adults, and lastly, the very thing that you had wanted to use today. The potty.
ZAP!
As soon as your eyes lingered on the potty for a bit too long, you felt a jolt of electricity, followed by a jolt of fear as you realized that Nanny had locked a shock collar around your neck. They stood there, with the remote, a bright, innocent smile on their face. A faint chuckle escaped them as they observed the terrified expression on your face.
"Look at it, baby," they cooed.
You obediently looked at the toilet again, and you were immediately hit with another zap. You yelped in pain and protest, trying to grab at the collar with your trapped hands, which prompted Nanny to shock you again. Nanny approached your stroller again, unbuckling the harness and grabbing you by the chin, forcing you to keep looking at it.
"See that?" Nanny pointed at the porcelain seat that you hadn't seen in years, ever since Nanny had taken over the responsibility of caring for you. "That's a potty. A real potty, for much bigger kiddos than even your big sister. It's much, much too big and complicated for a baby who still regularly poops their pants without even realizing it. Nanny is the only person in this nursery that's allowed to use this."
Their smile turned ominous as they waved the remote in your face, their thumb grazing over the big button with a glowing red lightning bolt etched onto it. "And this? This is what Nanny calls the good baby button. They call it that because it incentivizes collared little ones to be good babies for me. You're going to obey every single word I say, without hesitation. If you disobey, I'm sure some zappies will help change your mind."
Nanny snapped their fingers. "Okay, sweetie! Out of the stroller, let's see how well you can crawl for Nanny. Can you make it to the potty, do you think?"
Nanny had situated the stroller all the way on the other side of the massive bathroom. You doubted they would just idly sit by and let you make it there, either. But what exactly was their game? You clambered out onto the floor, wincing at how cold and hard it was on your knees compared to the soft carpets and mats that dominated the majority of the nursery. Nanny's foot softly bumped your padded bottom, sending you on your way. As soon as you looked at the toilet again though, Nanny zapped you. Instantly, your legs buckled beneath you, and you lost a bit of control over your bladder, trickling into your diaper as you endured the shock. Nanny watched you, calm and collected despite your whimpers and cries. They just waited for you to get back onto your hands and knees. You cast a wounded look in their direction, but they just gave you that far too innocent smile that they were so good at.
"How's that diaper looking? I hope you're not too wet. Little babies who leak in their diapees surely won't earn potty privileges for a good few years."
That's a condition, you recognized. That's the game. They're going to keep trying to make me leak.
Gritting your teeth, you started on your journey towards the toilet again. As soon as your eyes settled on the porcelain throne again, another zap hit you. You whimpered. Nanny rarely ever used the shock collar on you, they usually just decided a spanking was enough. You would much rather be getting spanked right now. But Nanny showed no such mercy. They kept up with your snail's pace, chuckling as you figured out that you wouldn't be allowed to look at your destination. Your eyes trailed to the floor, making you feel like you were crawling towards an object of worship as you approached the toilet. Then you heard a very different buzzing sound.
Uh-oh.
A moment later, you moaned around your pacifier as you felt Nanny press the buzzy toy against your diaper. The caregiver grabbed your arm, momentarily stopping you in your tracks as you instinctively humped against the wand. For a moment, the thought of potty training vanished from your head. Why go potty when your diapers felt this good?
Stop it. STOP IT. You pulled away from Nanny more forcefully. They were trying to trick you. You wouldn't fall for it! This was your one chance to prove that you could be a grown-up. You wouldn't throw this chance away for the sake of an orgasm. It wasn't worth it. You couldn't think about how warm and wet your diapers always felt against your special spot. Think about how nice it'll be to use an actual toilet!
"Oh? Baby doesn't want cummies?" The teasing words were aimed at the back of your head as you turned back towards the toilet. You briefly set eyes on it to make sure you were headed in the right direction. Just a quick glance, something that earned you an equally quick zap. This time, you gritted your teeth and just kept crawling. You could hear the water in the toilet now. You kept your eyes low to avoid being shocked again, ignoring Nanny's teasing about your soaked bottom. Eventually, your fingers brushed the surface of the toilet, and you twisted onto your bottom and sat there, looking up at Nanny expectantly. A moment later, you felt the buzzy wand on your crotch as Nanny forced your legs open.
"Wow! You made it all the way to the potty for the first time! Do you know what you have to do next, little one?" Nanny cooed as they turned up the buzzy wand, this time holding firm as you tried to wriggle away so you could focus on their words and not their actions. You choked on a moan, trying to close your legs but failing miserably. It had been so long since Nanny had used the wand, it only took thirty seconds for you to start getting close.
"Nahhhhnee," you whined. "Feels funneeee.."
"I know, baby," Nanny replied, pulling the wand back as you neared your climax. "But that's not something potty training little ones get. Good babies get to make cummies in their nappies. If you give up nappies, you give up cummies as well."
What? Big sis never mentioned that.. For the first time, the rose tinted glasses you had viewed potty privileges with were lifted. Was this really what you wanted? Nanny letting you make stickies was a rare treat, but you weren't sure if you could live without it. Nanny said that the occasional release kept you happy and helped you sleep as well as you did. It was true. You always slept best with number threes in your nappy. You looked at the vibrator. Mrs. Buzzy was your friend. Could you live without her helping you out when Nanny decided it was time for a milking?
You shook the thoughts away once again. Once you were potty trained, you would be well on your way back to adulthood. Once you were all grown up, Nanny wouldn't be able to prevent you from making cummies. And it would feel so much better without a diaper between your tightly sealed parts and any stimulation you got down there! If Mrs Buzzy felt this good through a diaper, she must feel amazing without that protective barrier. Determinedly, you started pawing at the tapes on your diaper. Nanny chuckled and crouched down, untaping you but keeping the open diaper close by.
"Well? Time to use it, then," they commanded, narrowing their eyes as you clambered up and settled down on the seat. You could feel more in your bladder waiting to be released, but as you pushed, you realized that your body was going to make that very difficult for you. You should have known, Nanny wasn't just buzzing you off as a reminder of what you were going to lose. They were trying to arouse you so it made it even more difficult to pee.
"Go on! Use it," Nanny encouraged, clapping their hands as they coaxed you. Your pelvic muscles clenched as you tried to push out your pee, but your privates were still pulsing and aching so much from the buzzy wand that nothing came out. You furrowed your eyebrows and whimpered as you pushed so hard that it became painful. Your baby parts ached with need, nothing was going to come out until you took care of it! You dipped a mitten down towards your privates in an attempt to rub. As soon as your hands moved down there, Nanny approached you and grabbed you by the collar. You yelped in alarm as you were dragged off of the toilet onto your hands and knees.
"Excuse me?" they growled, grabbing your chin. "I said you could use the potty. Did Nanny ever give you permission to touch yourself, especially when you're not padded? Answer me!"
"Noooo!" you choked out through your gag, instantly ashamed as Nanny scolded you. "I sorry! It achey!"
Nanny's eyes were cold, clearly nowhere close to forgiving that transgression. But surprisingly, they didn't shock you now. Maybe they were worried about how much you could take from the collar. They just pulled you away from the toilet, wrapping you back up in your soggy diaper, then dragging you back towards the stroller. Your heart sank as you realized what Nanny was doing. You were going to have to restart from the very beginning, going through the same torture to reach the toilet.
"Crawl with me, you ungrateful brat," the caregiver scolded. "We're going to try that again. Good kiddos go potty once they're on the toilet. If you take too long on the potty, you belong in diapers so you don't have to worry about how long it takes to let it out. And you especially belong in diapers if you're going to try and touch yourself the second I take it off of you. You think I'm supposed to trust you outside of diapers if you can't control yourself for longer than a minute?"
You were forced to crawl alongside Nanny, all the way back to your starting point beside the stroller. They kept one hand on your collar the entire time, yanking roughly when you slowed down too much for their liking. They also pressed down on your shoulders when you tried to stand. You had your orders, even the ones that Nanny didn't speak out loud. Back to the stroller you crawled. Nanny took a moment, turning away and composing themself before they turned back with a bright smile on your face. It scared you, because you knew it was fake. You had disappointed Nanny by breaking the rules, and now they were going to make your life even more difficult.
"Okay, baby! That was a little bit of a blip, but I know you didn't mean it! You're going to be a good baby this time, aren't you?" Nanny cooed, digging around in one of the stroller pockets and taking out their favorite belt. You flinched at the sight of it, a hundred memories of being struck by that very belt racing through your mind. "Let's change things up a little bit though. I think you've been using your hands too much."
The belt was used to bind both of your wrists closer together, tightly enough that it couldn't slide too far up your arms. It wouldn't make it impossible to crawl, but it would make it harder, and you would have to focus entirely on keeping your balance. Nanny hummed happily as you allowed them to do up the loop on the belt without any fussing. A moment later, they returned with the blindfold and wrapped it over your eyes. You suckled helplessly on your pacifier, not wanting to think about what Nanny was going to do to make this more difficult for you.
"Okay, baby, I think that's good! Why don't we try that again? Where's the potty, hm? Can you remember where it is?" Nanny nudged your bottom with their foot, encouraging you to start your journey. You twisted around, and set off in a direction that you thought you remembered heading in, hoping it would be correct or at least close to it. You grunted as you struggled to find your balance. You had to spread your legs even wider to keep yourself on balance, practically scooting forward in a way that made your padded bottom bob up and down.
"You might think the blindfold is a little unfair," Nanny's voice echoed around you as they kept up with your pace. "I know you're still struggling with object permanence, but it's necessary to know where the potty is even if you can't see it at all times."
It was hard to argue with that logic. Nanny was always good at finding reasons to restrict your senses even more. And even if you did have a good argument against it, you wouldn't dare to backtalk Nanny. It was the number one rule in the nursery- Nanny knew best, and you should always listen to them. No matter how cruel or unfair it was, your only job was to obey. So you just kept crawling, praying that you would reach the toilet soon..
BZZZ!
You practically screeched as the shock collar went off again. You folded onto the ground, pawing at the collar as best you could with your tightly bound hands. Nanny's laughter only made it ache even worse. Why were they being so mean? They should've been proud that you wanted to be a big kid! But they just seemed to want you to use your diapers even more. What did they get out of this?
"Aww, baby.." Nanny cooed. "Come on now, don't just lay there. I'm going to give you another sixty seconds. If you don't make it to the potty after that amount of time, we're just going to have to try again another day."
Sixty seconds? You scrambled back onto all fours, swinging your head around as you tried to make sense of where you were. Pressing onward like a moose trudging through a river, you chose a direction and scrambled in it as quickly as possible. You were like a senseless mutt, whimpering and sniveling as you tried to find your way. It was a sight almost as pathetic as it was adorable.
And in that instant, you knew you had lost. Even if you could somehow reach the potty, Nanny would find a way to make sure you lost. They allowed this whole game because they knew you had no chance of winning. It was over, and it was time to let go. You slumped to the ground, letting your tears fall, swallowing your pride and releasing into the padding around your waist. But it didn't stand a chance of holding against this last flood, and in no time at all, you heard the sound of liquid dribbling on the hard, polished floor. A clear, humiliating indicator of your defeat.
"Aww, is that a little leaky from the baby? That's okay, sweetie!" Nanny smiled, taking away your blindfold as they watched you leak uncontrollably on the floor. "I don't think you're quite ready for the potty if you're leaking on the way there, or if you can't use it when you're on it. Nanny is very proud of you for trying, though!"
Scooping you up, they carried you back over to the stroller. Nanny set you back in it for a few minutes while they took out and laid out a pink changing mat, all while you sniffled and whined and avoided eye contact with the grown-up, eventually covering your eyes entirely so you couldn't see Nanny preparing to even further distance you from potty training. The caregiver made a point of being as loud as possible as they took out the changing supplies and fluffed out a diaper. Then you heard a clicking sound, followed by the sound of something soft being sliced a few times. Something like a soft diaper getting small holes sliced in it to let pee through..
Oh no.
You started crying quietly as the sound of more crinkling and rustling confirmed your suspicions that Nanny was double diapering you. Double diapers were reserved for particularly naughty or leaky littles. In Nanny's eyes, both were your case, so this was as fitting as the diapers would be around your waist. Nanny soon finished with their preparation, and you heard their heels clicking against the ground as they reapproached you. Your hands were gently moved away from your face, revealing a smile that was even brighter and more enthusiastic than usual.
"Shh," Nanny said softly, using a thumb to brush away your tears. "It's okay. It's okay, baby. More than okay, in fact. You're much cuter in diapers than undies or pullups anyways. Trust me, I know all about it. Only grown-ups can be truly potty trained, and that's just not you. Not now. Not anytime soon."
Nanny lifted you out of the stroller and onto the changing mat, quickly undoing your tapes and rolling up the soggy padding into a ball, then wiping you down and sliding the diapers beneath you. They squirted baby lotion into their hands, beginning to gently rub it in. You suckled on your pacifier, still trying to calm yourself. You had to admit, Nanny's touch was really helping with that. So smooth and gentle, never going too fast, never overwhelming you, even when their fingers brushed your most intimate areas. They smiled brightly as you looked up at them for reassurance, leaning down and pecking your tummy affectionately. Slowly, your cries quieted until you were just sulking in silence as the smell of baby powder hit your nose a moment before the cool, ticklish ointment sprinkled down onto you, covering up any other smells in the bathroom.
"It's better this way," Nanny reassured you. "You're much better fitted for diapers and buzzies than you are for undies and big kid playtime. Your diapers feel good anyways, don't they? I promise, undies don't feel nearly as amazing on your baby parts. And diapers have much cuter patterns. Just look at this one I've chosen to put on you along with this white one! It has cute little pink princesses on it- don't you like princesses, baby?"
It was the same one Nanny had fluffed up that morning, only for you to reject it. The smiling princesses on it seemed to mock your failure. You nodded reluctantly as Nanny rubbed the powder in, pushing your legs up to sprinkle your bottom as well. You couldn't help but giggle at how soft everything felt. Especially the heavenly feeling of the cushy padding being folded up over your crotch and wrapped around your waist. Nanny took their time counting out all four tapes of the first, plain white diaper, instructing you to count as well to give you something to focus on. Then they started taping up the promised princess printed diaper. The humiliation of the moment was outweighed by your relief that Nanny still loved you despite your mistakes. You smiled. Nanny beamed.
"There we go! I think you'll be doubled up for a few days, maybe a few weeks," they announced proudly. "Just so that you remember who makes the decisions about who gets to use the potty here. Because it's not you in either case, baby. It's Nanny. And it's that way for a good reason."
Pushing up your legs once again, Nanny delivered three decisive pats to your thickly padded bottom, before ushering you up onto your feet for one final moment of humiliation. Your caregiver picked up the full, leaky diaper and dumped it into your hands. "Hold that. Do you know what that is? You did that, baby. All by yourself. Every single drop of peepee and big kid juices in that diaper came from you. And that's the reason that it'll never be you in charge. You're not a grown-up, and you're not allowed to use the potty. That's not going to change anytime soon, little one. I think you and your sister are both needing a bit of a reminder of where you belong. I'll handle her later, but right now, you're Nanny's primary concern, and they have one more gift for you."
You started to cry again as they teased you. But nothing could have prepared you for what came next.
"Now, Nanny's been holding in their own peepees for a very long time, but I don't think you deserve an example of how a grown-up uses the potty. Hmm.. what's a Nanny to do in a situation like this?" Nanny tugged at the waistband of their yoga pants, letting them drop to the ground. You gulped as you saw the thin, lacy red panties they were wearing, doing little to conceal their own grown-up parts. You started to back away, but Nanny grabbed your hair and pulled you close with a laugh. "No no, Nanny needs you for this part, baby!"
Nanny guided you down to your knees with that firm grip on your hair, turning your head away so you couldn't see them taking off their panties. You felt Nanny let go of your hair and instead pull back the waistband of your diaper, pressing their crotch against your lower back. You started sobbing as you realized what was happening, gasping as hot liquid began to stream down your back and funneled into your diaper. Nanny let out a dramatic sigh of relief, using their free hand to cup your crotch as the diaper grew warmer and wetter. They let out a steady stream of piss for almost twenty seconds before it slowed into a trickle. But they didn't step away until every last drop was safely in your diaper.
"What?" they teased as you whined. "I thought I made it clear that you only potty in your diapers. It shouldn't make a difference if Nanny also pees in it, you're going to be filling it yourself in no time anyways."
You just buried your head in your hands, crying as you heard Nanny putting their clothes back on. What made it even worse is that you could feel how aroused Nanny had been when their grown-up parts made contact with your skin. They got off on bullying you like this, making sure that you felt like a helpless, stupid baby at all times.
"Now that you're all nice and wet, I think it's about time for your nap. The wetter you are, the better you sleep. Can you say 'thank you' to Nanny for helping you fill your diapers?"
Defeated and demure, your shoulders slumped as Nanny guided you into a warm, soft embrace. You had to admit, Nanny's touch was a much cozier feeling than sitting in a stroller being wheeled to the potty, or sitting on the potty itself. It was where you belonged, as much as your diapers were. You buried your head in your Nanny's shirt, and you choked out your final words.
"Fank you, Nanny. I wuv you.."
"Good baby."
It had been a long day. You had a humiliating, intense morning, and the afternoon did little to help you recover from it, especially after Nanny had made sure everyone else knew that you had failed a potty training test that morning. You had been subjected to teasing from other littles and other caregivers up until your bedtime, which Nanny had decided would be two hours early. That night, Nanny was happy to watch as you curled up in your crib, a content smile on your face despite the harsh treatment that you had experienced at their hand today. They hoped that you would know better for next time. Potty training just wasn't for babies like you. Not until Nanny decided you were big enough to.
Picking up their favorite paddle from where they had set it on the coloring desk, they exited your nursery, softly shutting the door as to not wake you from your well-deserved 5PM bedtime. Hopefully you wouldn't be so fussy tomorrow, and would forget all about the potty by then. In the meantime, Nanny had a silly little toddler to punish, one that had been a bit too big for her britches for quite a while now. Nanny could handle a bit of cockiness over using the training potty, but they drew the line at inspiring the idea that you could start potty training. She had looked a bit too smug when Nanny had made everyone aware of what happened to you this morning.
It was about time someone put her back in her place. Self-proclaimed "big" girls could take big punishments. A thoroughly paddled bottom, a couple weeks on a gag order, and a couple months back in thick diapers having her potty training meticulously coerced out of her. To remind her that Nanny could take away her privileges at any time. That would suffice for the angel of death softly treading down the hallway towards their next victim.
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Denying them cummies because their diaper is too dry. Watching them strain and whimper desperately as they try to fill their diaper to please their Mommy enough that she lets them hump a stuffie. Slowly breaking them down, conditioning them so that they can only cum in a messy diaper. Not making them just willing to fill their diaper, but eager to.
Slowly, as their training progresses, their dumb little baby brain will associate a messy diaper with cummies. They'll become more and more horny each time they fill their diaper. In the end, they won't even need buzzies or humpies. They'll cum just by messing their nice, thick diaper while Mommy tells them what a helpless little baby they are.
The line between messies and cummies will be blurred until it's essentially nonexistent. And that's exactly the way it should be for little ones in diapers. ♡
“Yeah, you heard me! Come on in here, Sam. What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?”
Nessa and I go way back. You know - met in fifth grade, stuck together in high school, kept in touch even after graduation and two moves led us to different ends of the country. Not that it was anything romantic. We’d always been the sort of friends who hung together not to make out, but because we simply didn’t fit anywhere else. You know the type. Not invited to the big party? Huh - neither was I. Wanna hang at my place and kill some more time in Half Life?
Today I’m in her city for the first time in three years. Yeah, time does fly. Suppose that’s why I never found the time to settle down and get married. Or perhaps I just never met the right person. But whatever the case, I’m here now.
And yeah, it’s kind of interesting to see that her ring finger’s still naked, too.
Nessa’s got a nice apartment - nicer than mine. Guess life as a junior marketing consultant isn’t too shabby. And the cooking thing - that’s new. Last I knew, she couldn’t have made a pot roast to save her life. But now? Well, the supper is damn near as good as anything I’ve tasted in any fancy-ass restaurant…
It’s after dinner that things get interesting.
“Hey, Sam.” We’re on the leather sofa, friend-zone distance apart while the TV’s talking heads murmur away about the usual nothings. "You know, we’ve done a lot, you and me. Know a lot about each other…” “Well, yeah…” I stall, unsure where she’s going or whether the wine at dinner has had anything to do with this good-natured outburst. But she plunges on. “I’ve- Well…” And then she’s on her feet. “Oh, fuck it! I’ve been putting this off for far too long as it is.” And with that, she disappears into the bedroom.
Nessa’s on the bed when I step forward a few minutes, coaxed on by her voice repeatedly calling me in. She’s… undressing? Oh. But she’s wearing… Wait, what- How-
But she simply turns that rogueish smile of hers on me and gives me a sly little wink. “Come on, Sam. I’ve waited far too long to give you what I know you really want. See, I’ve known all about your… special tastes… for years.” Her cheeks are pink, but even so she’s laughing at my thunderstruck expression. “And listen - damn you for getting me into it, too!”
I find I’m shaking as her voice softens into a bedroom whisper. “So, listen. Let’s be misfits together tonight, okay? The diaper girl… and the guy who loves diaper girls. Sounds like a match made in heaven, doesn’t it?”
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one version has natural diuretics and laxatives. you don't notice it at first but the time between releases gets shorter and shorter, until you're suddenly wetting and messing without even noticing, all within a matter of a few days...or maybe even hours...
another version has a mix of estrogen and hormone compounds. you notice that your breasts become tender, hips widening, weight gains in targeted areas, hypersensitivity in your 'baby bits'. its not long before your tits are leaking milk and you're begging your caregiver to breed you senselessly.
the next variation has a mix of aphrodisiacs. within minutes those baby bits are buzzing, throbbing at even the slightest sensations. maybe your caregiver is extra mean, locking you tightly into your crib so you cant get relief no matter how hard you wiggle or buck. or maybe they're mean in a different way, locking the biggest dildo they own in your piddle pants before forcing you into a baby bouncer with a vibrator pressed against those sensitive parts, by the time they're done with you you'll never want to cum again.
maybe there's one with a heavy duty kevlar material and perma-lock tapes, mixed with a careful combination of muscle relaxers, anti rash protection, and waste disposing nanites. not only will it loosen up those cute tight sphincters till you're piddling your pants all the time, it'll turn all those big muscles into wimpy noodles. you'll be so cute waddling and tripping over those feet like a toddler, and even cuter when you've finally atrophied to the point of needing to crawl everywhere. not to mention that silly little diaper is permanent now, no more touching tapes, playing with big kid parts, or using porcelain thrones for you ever again. all with the added bonus of waste disposal, so you never have to worry about sitting in those messes too long and getting ouchies.
Most people take a gag as permission to be loud. Either because they take it as a challenge "try to silence me, I'll show you" or because they think it's going to muffle noise so they're free to be noisy. They'll be unintelligible of course but they will make all types of pretty noises.
On the other hand a blindfold makes most people quiet. They still want to have situational awareness, they still want to track your movements, so they focus on their hearing and stop making sounds that would make it harder to hear you.
Most people use breathing to regulate emotions and manage pain. Deep consistent breaths, in through the nose and out through the mouth. You can take advantage of this by either blocking their nose or mouth or by interrupting their breathing with will timed stimuli. Suddenly your high pain tolerance sub becomes a wimp, your composed and mature sub becomes a panicky baby
Like in horror movies tension is important in scenes. You might think that to make your scene really intense you have to be serious the entire time but what you'll find actually happens is you wind the tension up to a certain point and then can't get it any higher and the scene becomes stale. But if you let yourself relax, loosen up, and make a few well timed jokes breaking the tension a little you can then wind it up again and make it more tense than you could previously.
Expectation is an incredibly powerful tool you can make use of. People like patterns, people like predictability, they like knowing what's going to happen. So make rules and follow them, make patterns and keep to them, be predictable and your sub will feel safe and comfortable with you, they will trust you more if they know what you're going to do and how you're going to react.
And if you know what someone is expecting you can functionally read their mind, better than that you can control their mind, you don't just know the thoughts they're having you put them their. Plus now you have all of these opportunities to create wonderfully strong emotions and reactions by going against their expectation. Don't do this too frequently or you'll ruin both their feeling of safety and the effect this has but keep it in your back pocket and use it with precision.
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