The morning sun streamed through the bedroom window, painting everything in soft golden light.
She stood in front of the full-length mirror, turning slowly from side to side. Her long brunette hair cascaded down her back in gentle waves, a pale blue bow clipped neatly in the centre. The yellow sundress hugged her delicate frame perfectly, it was feminine, flirty, and just short enough to make her feel a little daring.
It’s been so long since Daddy and I had a proper romantic date, she thought, smoothing the dress over her hips. Just the two of us doing regular couple stuff. Like grown-ups.
She studied her reflection with a hopeful, determined smile. Big Disney princess doe eyes, plump pink lips, and her adorable tiny button nose Daddy always loved to kiss. She'd made sure to apply her make up carefully, highlighting all her best features. Today she looked like a proper girlfriend.
No diapers today, she told herself firmly. The thin lace panties underneath felt light and freeing. I can do this. I’m going to be his big girl all day. No accidents. Just a real date like old times.
She was smart, capable, and mature… and today she was determined to prove it!
Daddy appeared in the doorway, filling the frame effortlessly. He was truly handsome in that easy, comforting way, broad shoulders, expressive face that could shift from gentle to playfully stern in a heartbeat. When he looked at her, his eyes softened with that special warmth she loved more than anything.
“You look beautiful, princess,” he said, voice deep and affectionate. He stepped inside and wrapped his arms around her from behind, resting his chin on top of her head. “My pretty date.”
She leaned back against his chest, smiling brightly up at him in the mirror.
“Thank you, Daddy! I picked this dress because I thought it would be perfect for walking around the fair. Did you know the local fair has over thirty different food stalls this year? I read about it online. There’s even a new cotton candy stand with vanilla flavours. We have to try it.”
He chuckled, that wonderful hearty laugh she adored, before pressing a soft kiss to her temple.
“I’m looking forward to it, sweetheart. You’ve been so excited about our big date.”
But then he reached for the large pink diaper bag sitting by the door.
Her stomach dropped.
Daddy… no.
The frustration bubbled up fast. Everywhere we go he brings that bag. And he only picks daytime activities now because he decided ages ago that I need an early bedtime. It’s silly. Just because I get tired by eight o’clock doesn’t mean I need to be in bed by eight.
When they were first dating, he used to kiss her passionately in the street after a romantic dinner and movie. Now the only “public displays of affection” Daddy gave her were forehead kisses, boops on the nose, and sly diaper checks when no one was looking.
She had gotten herself all dolled up this morning. Today was supposed to be different.
“Daddy, please,” she said, turning in his arms with a determined pout. Her big doe eyes pleaded with him. “We talked about this. Today is supposed to be different. I want to feel like your girlfriend, not your baby. I can handle it. I promise. I’m going to stay dry all day like a big girl. Please?”
He looked down at her with that protective, knowing expression. His hand gently brushed a strand of hair behind her ear.
“I know you want to try, my sweet girl. And Daddy is so proud of how determined you are. You’re smart, you’re bubbly, you’re full of all those wonderful facts and thoughts you love sharing with me. But I also know my little princess. I know how your body works when we’re out having fun for hours. I’m not going to risk you being uncomfortable or embarrassed. Let me take care of you properly today.”
She fussed softly, cheeks flushing pink as he guided her toward the bed.
“But Daddy… the dress. It’s so pretty. The diaper will show and I’ll look silly…”
“You could never look silly to me,” he murmured, laying her down gently. “You’ll look adorable as always."
The thick diaper crinkled loudly as he worked, the familiar baby powder scent mixing with her signature vanilla fragrance. When he finished and helped her stand, the sundress did little to hide the obvious padded bulk. Every movement made a soft, telltale rustle.
She wanted to believe her old mask could still fit convincingly. That she could still be the big girl she used to pretend to be. But deep down, a small voice whispered that things weren’t like old times anymore.
Because now she was his baby girl.
And Daddy’s job was to make sure his little one was safe and cared for.
The car ride started off hopefully.
She held Daddy’s hand across the center console, swinging it gently. The windows were down, letting in warm summer air that smelled like fresh-cut grass and distant barbecue smoke. Her sundress fluttered against her thighs. For a few minutes she let herself believe this was really going to be their day.
“Did you know fairs like this one have been around since the 1800s?” she said brightly. “They started as agricultural shows but turned into these big celebrations of community and fun. I think that’s so sweet.”
Daddy smiled, giving her hand a squeeze. “I love how you know so many interesting facts, princess. Tell me more.”
She beamed, feeling a little spark of confidence.
But every bump in the road made the thick diaper crinkle loudly beneath her dress. The pink diaper bag sat openly in the backseat like an unwelcome guest.
When they arrived at the fair, the full sensory explosion hit her. The air was thick with the sweet scent of fried dough, popcorn, and vanilla cotton candy. Children laughed and screamed on rides. Carnival music played from old speakers. Bright lights and colourful booths stretched out in every direction.
Her heart lifted. This could still be romantic, she thought, slipping her hand into his again. We can walk around, eat cotton candy, maybe kiss on the Ferris wheel like old times.
For the first twenty minutes, it almost felt perfect. They walked hand-in-hand past game booths. She chattered away about the history of ring toss games and how the stuffed animals were probably made in the same factories as her favourite plushies at home. Daddy listened thoughtfully with that fond expression.
But then he gently steered her toward the petting zoo area.
“Daddy,” she whispered, tugging his hand. “I thought we were doing couple things. There’s a Ferris wheel and a cute photo booth over there…”
“We’ll get there, sweetheart,” he said patiently. “But first I want my girl to enjoy herself. Look how cute the baby goats are.”
She tried to stay bubbly, but the sight of parents pushing strollers and toddlers in diapers made her cheeks burn. Her own padded bottom felt enormous under the sundress. Every step made the crinkle louder in her ears.
They stopped at a lemonade stand. Daddy ordered two drinks, one normal cup for him, one sippy cup for her. She accepted it with a small pout.
As the afternoon wore on, the pressure in her bladder built. She shifted from foot to foot, trying to look casual. I can hold it. Big girls can hold it.
But Daddy noticed. He wrapped a protective arm around her.
“Everything okay, princess? You’re doing that little dance.”
Her face went bright red. “I’m fine. I’m being a big girl today. I don’t need help.”
The urge hit hard and fast while they were at the petting zoo. A sudden, warm rush flooded into her diaper. She froze, mortified, feeling the heavy warmth settle against her skin.
Tears pricked her eyes.
“I… I had an accident,” she whispered, voice trembling. “I really tried, Daddy. I wanted to be your big girl so badly today.”
Daddy immediately scooped her up into his arms, carrying her protectively against his chest. “Aww, my poor little girl. You tried so hard to be big today, didn’t you? But babies have accidents. That’s why Daddy brings extra diapers.”
She buried her face in his shirt, tears soaking the fabric. “I thought if I tried really hard, I could be normal for one day. Like we used to be. You used to kiss me in the street and now… now you only kiss my forehead and check my diaper like I’m just a baby…”
Daddy held her tighter. His hand slid down to gently pat the back of her soaked padding.
“Because you are my baby, princess. My delicate little doll with the big pretty eyes and the pouty pink lips. You tried so hard to be a big sophisticated girlfriend today… and you ended up soaking your diaper like the sweetest, smallest girl instead. Doesn’t that feel better than pretending?”
She whimpered, face flaming. “Daddy… people might hear you…”
He chuckled softly and booped her tiny nose. “Let them hear. So what if they know my baby girl needs diapers to catch all her accidents?"
The words made her feel impossibly small.
He carried her all the way to the family restroom, fussing over her the entire time, stroking her hair, rubbing her back, whispering gentle praises. Inside the stall, he laid her on the changing table and cleaned her with slow, careful wipes, powdering her thoroughly until she smelled like pure baby.
“Look at you,” he murmured playfully while taping on the fresh, even thicker diaper. “All blushy and embarrassed in your pretty sundress. My delicate little doll needs so much padding, doesn’t she?”
She whimpered, covering her face. The humiliation felt endless.
When they stepped back out, Daddy carried her again, holding her close like the precious baby she was.
The fair was still alive with noise and color, but she felt like everyone was staring. The thick, fresh diaper forced her legs into that obvious baby waddle. Every step made a loud, unmistakable crinkle that seemed to echo across the entire grounds.
Her cheeks burned hot. She kept her head down, long brunette hair falling forward like a curtain, hoping no one could see how heavily padded she was.
Daddy pulled her closer with a protective arm around her shoulders, but his voice carried that gentle, playful tease she both dreaded and craved.
“Aww, look at my little princess waddling so cutely,” he murmured, leaning down so only she could hear. “That thick diaper makes you walk so adorably. Does it feel nice and bulky between those pretty legs, sweetheart?”
“Daddy… stop teasing me,” she mumbled, even as a tiny, embarrassed giggle slipped out.
He grinned and kissed the top of her head. “But you get so adorably blushy when I tease you. Look at those rosy cheeks. My perfect padded princess.”
For the rest of the afternoon, she stopped fighting.
She let him push her on the swings. She let him carry her when her legs got tired. She let him fix her paci clip to her dress when she got fussy. Every crinkle, every squish, every caring touch reminded her exactly who she was.
They found a quiet bench a little away from the main crowd. Daddy sat down and effortlessly pulled her into his lap, arranging her so she was straddling one of his thighs. The thick diaper squished noticeably under her weight, the crinkle loud in her own ears.
They stayed like that as the sky turned pink and orange. She let herself relax against his chest, sucking softly on the paci he’d clipped to her dress. The fair lights twinkled around them while carnival music played in the distance. Every now and then Daddy would gently pat her warm soggy bottom.
For the first time all day, the constant crinkle didn’t make her want to disappear.
Diapered in the Nurse's office Part 2: Consequences
The car ride home with your step-mother was hell, every corner turned, every bump in the road you could feel the seatbelt pressing into your diaper. Barely covered by your freshly washed black gym shorts, the thick fabric of your pampers forced your legs wide open as you sat sullenly in the back seat.
You were going to university next year for Christ's sake, that's an activity about as far from waddling around wearing diapers as you could possibly get, you thought angrily. What made it worse is that your step-mother had agreed with the nurse and her ridiculous proposition of keeping you in diapers until your incontinence "cleared up."
"If you still wet your pants like a toddler, you should still be in diapers like a toddler." She had berated you, a big-time real estate agent, and DEFINITELY embarassed by having to come and pick up their child that went potty in his pants in front of the whole class. Word would spread, and surely it would be hard to save face for the family business.
Arriving home, you were instructed to have a shower and get ready for dinner. You were to be having a special guest over tonight. Closing the door behind you as you waddled into your room, you peeled your shorts down (with difficulty) over your puffy diaper, kicking them to the floor. You caught a glimpse of the underwear under your shirt as you did so, reminding you of this compromising situation.
You noticed that the second bed and set of shelves had been set up on the other side of the room, ready for an exchange student you would be hosting in a month's time. You hoped to God this whole situation would clear up before then, or else it would quickly become a nightmare.
Next, you fumbled with the four tapes holding your nappy against your body, unsticking them from the front and letting your diaper slide to the floor with a wet thunk.
Wait... that sounded like.... You looked down to your pampers, open under you, the blue inner lining glistening in the light from overhead. It was completely soaked, confirming your fears. It wasn't hard to tell how swollen the fabric was around the crotch area, and the wetness indicator had changed colour all the back up the back.
And you hadn't even noticed.
Your hand felt around your lower back, and it was damp to the touch. It must have happened when you were sitting in the car. Luckily your shorts on the floor were still dry, so it didn't seem like you had any leaks.
You sat on the edge of your bed. What the nurse said was true, you HAD really regressed to pissing your pants like a baby. But not anymore, you were going to make sure this didnt happen again. You would make sure you would go all evening without an accident, and soon everything would be back to normal, right? You carefully put the used diaper into a plastic bag, tied it, and put it on the floor next to the door.
'It ends here, no more diapers," you declared under your breath before going into the onsuite to shower yourself.
You heard your bedroom door open from inside the shower, and your step-mother's voice calling you. Drying yourself with haste, you wrapped a towel around you and slid your bathroom door open.
She was sitting on the edge on your bed, and your face fell as you noticed the package of diapers from the nurse's office as well as your bagged-up used diaper in hand.
She sighed, brushing her dark hard behind her shoulder, and quietly said,
"Look, I know you're a big boy, but the fact is you've wet your pants twice today, and judging from the weight of this bag I'd say that it's probably even more than that... Right? I want to make sure that everything is alright, and want to schedule you into a doctor appointment to make sure that this isn't going to be a big deal."
You flushed red at her words.
"...But we just don't have enough time today, so in the meantime, I am going to need you to help us out," she continued.
"Look, I dont want to have anything to do with these as much as you, but just to be safe for tonight, I'm going to need you to start wearing these. Like I already told you, we have a guest coming here, so I don't want them to be embarassed by you wetting your pants at the table, and I'm sure you don't as well."
You looked anywhere but her direction, face burning as she bluntly talked about your problem as it was just another day at the office discussing property with a client.
She paused briefly before continuing, "You know that I don't judge you at all, and I love you unconditionally. But... I really need you to wear these... diapers from now, okay? This way, if anything happens, you won't get the bed or any of the furniture wet, baby."
You finally found your words and started pleading,
"Those were all just small accidents, I don't need to wear them anymore... Please."
She sighed again, and walked over to soflty stroke the top of your head.
"I know.... These are just in case, for your own good, and for the people around you."
She tsked and walked back over to the bed, pulling another diaper from the package of pampers.
"Okay, look, I'll make you a deal. If it's true that you're not going to wet your pants again, then you should have no problem wearing one of these things to dinner and then to bed tonight. I'll check them tomorrow, and if they're dry, then you won't need to wear them from then on. Deal?"
You nodded your head, desperate for any chance to prove you didn't actually need to be put back into diapers. Besides, just one evening , as well as only one night, how hard could that be? You decided not to drink anything for the rest of the evening, just in case.
And with that deal made, you both heard the doorbell ring, signalling your guest had finally arrived.
"That'll be her... now put your diaper on and when when youre ready, come downstairs for dinner," your step-mother said, taking her leave. With your bedroom door now closed you were now left you to diaper yourself before coming downstairs for your meal.
Your face red, you had no choice but to unfurl one of the babyish diaper on the bed. A deal was a deal. You laid down on the open diaper, trying to remember how the nurse had changed you back at school. It was a struggle, but the diaper was finally firmly around your waist, with all four tapes stuck firmly. You rose to your feet, the bulk making it hard to walk as you entered your onsuite once more to look at your new diaper. You slowly peeled your shirt up, looking at your new, padded prison.
You put your shorts back on, making sure they were tight against your nappy to prevent any leaks, if there were to be any... The last thing you'd want is to embarrass your step-mother again today. You walked out, leaving the large package of diapers on your bed, knowing that the guest wouldn't come all the way up to stairs just to go into your room.
Making your way downstairs, you could hear voices coming from the dining room, as and you approached, the guest came into your field of view, sitting at the table. A young girl, with a beautiful, friendly smile and dark hair. She noticed you immediately and waved cheerfully. She seemed around the same age as you, but it was hard to tell because of her ethnicity.
You froze, becoming acutely aware of your babyish nappy hugging your waist, and hoped that she wasn't able to notice the bulge in your dark shorts. But it seemed like she didn't. You hurridly sat down at the table, concealing yourself before your step-mom made the introductions:
"This is Ayano, she's the exchange student who'll be staying with us for the next six months!"
"...But... I thought we were having the exchange student from next month... On the 6th of July." You say, shocked to hear that the girl sitting opposite from you was the exchange student you had heard about.
"You never listen do you? It was the 7th of the 6th, today, not the 6th of the 7th... honestly." Your step-mother laughed, continuing to sip her wine.
Ayano looked shy but also cheerful. It was bad enough that you were currently diapered, but if this continued, how on earth were you going to hide it from Ayano???
You had a bad feeling things were going to get out of hand very quickly.
(Thank you for reading, and for all of your suggestions for stories! Feel free to send any ideas! ;))
"Ooooh and then he pulled down your pants exposing your big soaked diaper to everyone?" Your mom cooed as she wiped at the tears from your face. You sniffled and nodded your headed thinking back to how everyone at the party laughed at you cause your bully embarrassed you.
Sure there were rumours about how you still wet the bed, or the reports about how you always smelled of baby powder. But no way you, a college student still needed diapers. Guess your bully wanted to test that tonight.
Even though you protested your mom sent you to the party in a diaper. but you were pretty confindient you wouldn't get spotted as you were pretty use to going out in diapered in public.
The party was going well. You were a few beers in which always turned you into a little sprinkler but thankfully you knew your diaper would hold a good few wets. You were getting along with everyone quite well. Until you spotted Mitch across the room.
In your mind he was a bit of a dick. He was always pretty popular, especially among the girls in your class. There was even a few rumours floating around that he'd banged a few MILFs. As if, you thought. No way you'd be totally jealous of that cock bag Mitch. So what if he was great at football and could drink a million beers that's hardly impressive?! You were close to moving onto pull ups and your mom is now letting you stay up to 9:30pm on weekends!
As the night went on you had a few more beers, making you more and more brave. Finally, giving you enough confidence to go talk to your crush Lucy.
The chat was going well, you were even flirting with her. She seemed to find you a little funny and cute. Just as things were actually going in your favour you felt a tug from behind. On the waistband of your diaper upwards past your jeans. It was a diaper wedgie, forcing you onto your toes.
"Holy fuck! It's true! He does wear diapers!" Mitch bellowed out laughing causing everyone to stop and stare.
Before you could react you felt your jeans being ripped down past your knees, settling in a bunch at your ankles. Your soggy wet diaper on view. You had gone from a guy who might get laid, to a guy who needed his mommy and a diaper change asap.
A big crowd had formed and camera phones were out focused in on your puffy underwear. You scrambled to pick up your jeans bending over giving everyone a good shot of your wet bum. Just as you nearly got your jeans back on a hard firm smack landed on your diapered butt sending you forward.
"Quick! Run home to mommy and get a change" Mitch mocked. Tears were rolling down your eyes as you ran out, glancing back to see your crush giggling at you with Mitchs hand around her waist.
When you got home the water works really turned on. You bawled your eyes out to your mom. Sure she was sympathic but at the same time she couldn't help roll her eyes or bring up the fact that was your fault you wet your diaper.
Your mom tapped you up into a fresh night diaper, usually a little thicker then your day one. "Well don't you panic little mister. I'm going to have a word with this Mitch boy and make sure he doesn't bully you anymore." Your mom picked up your phone and went through your contacts. Landing on Mitch and choosing to dial him.
"Hello? Is this Mitch? Good, well I just want to let you know that you have really upset my son. Poor little guy came in her bawling his eyes out in a very soaked pampers. He said you pantsed him?"
You cringed. Your mom wasn't exactly doing a great job. But she continued on.
"You're going leave my son alone you hear... make a deal? Huh? Well I guess we could"
Your mom looked intrigued, holding the phone a little closer to herself. "Come over? No way.. I.. its that big?! Well maybe we should... talk in person"
Your mom was slightly grinning. "Hunny I'm going have to go over to that bully Mitchs for a good long hard.... talk!" She smiled at you as she walked over to her wardrobe. Pulling out her green lingerie set.
You couldn’t help but nearly drool as she got changed into it. It fitted her so perfectly, as well as making her look elegant and confident. What reason was she putting it on? Maybe to give her self confidence I guess?
She walked over giving you a peck on the forehead. "Hunny this talk might take a little while so I want you to go to bed. But don't worry, once it's done you wont ever have to deal with that big mean bully ever again!" Your mom threw on a big trench coat and left.
Well wasn't exactly great getting humiliated and exposed at the party. But least your mom was going have a talk with Mitch and totally put that douche in his place!
The silence is so delicious I want seconds. Maybe thirds. Delicious, beautiful silence.
She was so confident. Loudly denying she would need her diaper. That I was just being dramatic.
As if she had any control left.
It was too easy. So easy I almost feel bad that she’ll be trapped in diapers for the rest of her life.
Almost.
She may whine and complain, but deep down she knows she’s a diaper girl. She knows her life is better when she’s wrapped in her thick, thirsty diapees, begging me to change her.
The potty is for grown ups, not her.
And she is not a grown up. She never was, no matter how many times she says she is—or was. Grown ups don’t fill their diapers with pushies hours after screaming she could hold it.
Grown ups don’t submit so meekly to diaper checks, dutifully pulling their pants down so Daddy can inspect their diaper. And grown ups definitely don’t fill their diaper with stinkies as often as her!
“Uh oh, looks like my little peanut’s diapee is mushy! What is my precious buttercup hiding in there?”
There it is. That silence. That beautiful, tasty silence. It turns my legs to jelly. It’s unfathomably cute.
The only thing that would make it better would be getting to see the utter defeat on her face. The humiliation. The shame. To see her realize she truly is the diaper girl I molded her into.
But I’ll settle for watching her squirm on the changing table. She’s always so cute when I unwrap the present she left for me in her diaper, as the smell dominates the room, proof of who she is.
You approach her with the enthusiasm of a condemned man marching to the gallows.
There is no hiding the indignity of your situation. Nothing for your tattered ego to grasp for comfort. Your shame—your new place in life—on display for her amusement.
“I-I need my diaper changed, please,” you whimper.
You brace for what comes next. When she turns her attention to you.
It’s not the fact that you’re standing there in nothing but a t-shirt that does nothing to hide your bulging, soggy diaper. It’s not that you helplessly filled your diaper like you were never potty trained. It’s not even that she forces you to ask her for diaper changes.
It’s her gaze. She doesn’t need to utter a single syllable.
The look says it all.
She is your superior in every way. You are every bit as pathetic as the diaper drooping between your legs. This is what you deserve.
She continues to read her book, never acknowledging your presence—all part of the game she forces you to play.
So, you stand there, waiting. Not daring to ask again.
You tell yourself your patience is to protect your dignity. That you won’t give her the satisfaction of groveling at her feet. You won’t beg for a diaper change.
But deep down, you know the truth. You stand there, meekly waiting for her to change your diaper because you have no choice. She took control of your life the moment you lost control of your bladder.
“What did I say about interrupting me when I’m reading?”
She finally pulls herself away from her book, turning to you. Her gaze strikes you like a physical blow.
“I-I’m sorry, but you said to tell you if I was about to leak…so I just thought…”
“Do you even hear yourself?” she hisses, “Just because you wear diapers like a baby doesn’t mean you need to sound like one!”
“I-I..”
“You deserve this, you know that, don’t you? You were never a man. You deserve your diapers. Do you really expect me to believe you were ever anything but a pathetic diaper boy?”
Pee trickles pitifully into your diaper.
“This is who you’ve always been. Just admit that you were never a dominant, sexual man. You created that fantasy to cope with your real place in life. Admit it, and I’ll change that soggy diaper you filled for me.”
“Please,” you whine, “Can you just change my diaper?”
“You’re adorable, clinging to that fantasy like it’s a matter of life or death. But why? Look at you! Even if it was true, that life is gone!”
“But it is true!”
“So what? Do you think this is a game? Some kinky role play? This isn’t some dom/sub dynamic, sweetie. I’m not in control of you and your diapers because I get off dominating you. Tell me you understand that.”
“W-what do you mean?”
“Are you kidding? Do you have any idea how pathetic you look right now? You’re not submissive. This isn’t hot for you. I ‘dominate’ you because this is your rightful place, diaper boy.”
Her words linger in the room, as menacing as the silence that followed it. She stares at you, daring you to defend yourself.
A faint pitter-patter breaks the silence. You look around, trying to determine the source. You instinctively turn to the sink, figuring it must be a leaky faucet.
She, on the other hand, merely smiled—an awful, accusatory smile.
“Wow, I didn’t think you were that desperate to prove you’re right where you belong! You’re adorable, sweetie.”
Your heart skips a beat as you realize what happened. You don’t bother to look down. You don’t bother to argue.
“Oh, poor thing!” she teases, “It’s hard to argue with a weaky diapee, isn’t it? Why don’t you save some time and tell me you’re my diaper boy and right where you belong?
“I…I…I’m your diaper boy…”
“And?” she gloats.
“I’m right where I belong…”
“Good boy! Yes, you are! Let’s get you out of that leaky thing, diaper boy!”
There is no mistaking her intent as she straddles you; no ambiguity in her eyes.
She loves this.
Your bulging, soggy, overworked diaper squishes to accommodate her body. You tremble as you feel her, remembering exactly how it felt when there wasn’t a diaper between you and her.
Exactly what she wants.
“Uh oh, mister!” she says in that grating, horrifically condescending tone, “Feels like someone has soggy woggy diapee! Does my little man need changies?”
You don’t answer—you're too busy fighting your own body. Determined not to give her the satisfaction of getting hard. You won’t let her win this infantile game.
“What’s the matter, little one? Is it as hard to use words as keeping your diaper dry? You poor, poor baby.”
Her body suddenly starts bouncing. “Oh, oh, oh! I know why! Silly me, you need your paci!” she yells before a paci is unceremoniously shoved into your mouth.
You shudder with every bounce. She may act innocent—but you know why she’s bouncing so excitedly.
Yet it’s tortuous all the same. The pleasure, the humiliation. The near bliss, the implied message: you’ll never be in this position without a diaper between the two of you ever again.
Each bounce causes a wave of pleasure to erupt in you.
It feels so good. So very good.
Were it not for the sickening squelch of your diaper accompanying each bounce, you might have given in.
But you couldn’t give in. You wouldn’t let her win. Not after she took your continence and forced you back into diapers.
She may have taken your control—and your dignity—but you wouldn’t let her have this too.
You were so lost in your head, fighting your body, that you didn’t realize the bouncing had stopped. It wasn’t until you heard the ripping of your diaper tabs that you were brought back into the present.
“Let’s see what’s in your diapee, silly,” she says as she peels open your diaper.
She giggles before regaining her composure. “Looks like your little guy is as soft and mushy as your diapee!”
You grin, knowing you took away her satisfaction. You knew she must be disappointed.
Yet, her smile never wavered.
“Looks like I was right about you, mister!” she squeals triumphantly, “You really are better off like this! You are a ginuwine baby! If having a sexy, beautiful woman bouncing on you doesn’t do anything for you, then you’re right where you belong!”
Your eyes grow wide in terror. That wasn’t supposed to happen.
“I’m so proud of you!” she says, playfully rubbing your tummy, “Now I know you won’t have any problems transitioning to your new life. You won’t miss those icky stickies—you’re just a baby, aren’t you!”
Her hand forces your mouth shut the moment you try to argue.
“Hush baby. This is a good thing! If you were a real man, you wouldn’t have stayed mushy! But you did! Because deep down, you want this. Mommy knows, little one.”
All you can do is whimper as baby powder is sprinkled onto you before a new, dry diaper is taped into place.
She admires her handy work before playfully patting your diaper. “Awww, don’t pout, kiddo! You’ll be so much happier without those silly orgasms! Free to fully be the baby I turned you into. Besides, you’ll probably forget how they felt after a while!”
Distilling a whole caption into a few sentences was harder for a rambler like me than I expected, but I think it came out pretty good, mostly due to @biggestboy-chocoqtm and his talent making these!
He has a ton of these on his deviant art, go read them all!
She smiled when it happened. She couldn’t help herself. All it took was a few bounces and you were feebly blowing a load into your diapers.
You thought she was smiling because she loved you and loved seeing you cum. She wasn’t.
She was actually smiling because she had destroyed another cocky asshole who believed women existed for his own pleasure. You just didn’t know it yet.
It had been too easy. She knew you couldn’t resist her. So when she took you home the first night, you happily believed her when she said she was hopelessly turned on by “hot guys” in diapers. You happily agreed to wear them more and more for the sake of her happiness.
You never put up a fight when diapers became a 24/7 reality in your own life. Anything to keep her happy. You didn’t realize—or maybe just didn’t care—that the state of your diaper was no longer under your control. All you cared about was the attention she showered you in every time she changed you.
You believed her when she said the lack of sex was only temporary. That soon you’d be doing it every day. So you never realized you were cumming faster and faster every time she rubbed your diaper. By the time they stopped altogether, you were cumming whenever she checked your diaper.
You didn’t see her smile when you wet your pants in the middle of the grocery store after she suggested you go without diapers for a day. She knew you were incontinent now.
All that was left was to see was if you could cum just by looking at her. So yes, she was smiling as you doubled over, pathetically cumming in your diaper that you didn’t realize you now needed.
By this time tomorrow, you’d be single. Only then will you realize what you were: a worthless, incontinent diaper boy who’ll cum whenever he sees a bra strap or bikini.
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