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Part 1
My turn?
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Old Habits
Old Habits
The hallway was quiet, save for the soft rustle of Amandaâs diaper as she waddled toward the bathroom, her long auburn hair swaying with each step. She wasnât heading inside.no, that would be too much like a big girl, and big girls used the potty properly. But old habits die hard, and even though she hadnât sat on a toilet in years, her body still carried her toward the bathroom door, as if drawn by some deep, instinctual memory.
Jake watched from the living room, arms crossed, a smirk playing on his lips. "What are you doing, Princess?" he called, his voice laced with amusement.
Amanda paused, glancing over her shoulder, her cheeks already flushed. "Nothing, Daddy," she mumbled, though the way her diaper sagged between her legs told a different story. She bit her lip, shifting her weight from one foot to the other, her gray socks pressing into the carpet. The urge was undeniable, and she knew there was no fighting it. With a soft sigh, she squatted right there in front of the bathroom door, her hands gripping the hem of her white T-shirt as she bore down.
Jake chuckled, shaking his head. It never failed to amuse him, how his little girl, who had long since forgotten how to use the potty, still felt the need to be near it when nature called. As if the mere proximity to the bathroom made it okay to let go, even if she was just going to fill her diaper like the toddler she was at heart.
Amandaâs face scrunched up as she pushed, the diaper crinkling loudly beneath her. A warm, mushy squish filled the air, followed by the unmistakable scent of a big poopy. She whimpered, her toes curling in her socks as the diaper swelled, the weight pressing against her bottom. It was messy, it was stinky, and it was perfect.
Jake took a step closer, inhaling the thick, musky aroma with a grin. "Mmm, someoneâs making a stinker," he teased, his voice warm. "Right in front of the bathroom, too. Almost like a big girl."
Amanda groaned, her face burning. "Daddy, stop," she whined, but there was no real protest in her voice. She wiggled in place, the diaper squelching with every movement, the mess spreading thick and heavy between her legs. It was embarrassing, sure, but it was also⊠nice. Comforting, even. Like her body knew exactly what it was doing, even if her mind was a little fuzzy on the details.
Jake crouched down behind her, his hands resting on her shoulders. "You know, Princess," he murmured, his breath warm against her neck, "itâs kind of cute. You donât even remember how to use the potty, but you still waddle over here like youâre gonna try."
Amanda pouted, but the corners of her mouth twitched upward. She couldnât stay mad at him, not when he was being so sweet. Besides, he wasnât wrong. There was something right about it. the way her body just knew where to go, even if the rest of her had moved on. She let out a final, satisfied sigh as the last of her business filled the diaper, the weight now undeniable as it sagged between her thighs.
"All done?" Jake asked, already knowing the answer. The diaper was full, the scent thick and pungent in the air.
She nodded, her fingers twisting the hem of her shirt. "Yeah⊠I think I made a really stinky poopy," she admitted, her voice small.
Jake stood up, offering her his hand. "Well, come on then, messy girl. Letâs get you to the nursery for a change." His tone was light, but there was a note of authority in it, one that Amanda found impossibly comforting.
She took his hand, letting him pull her to her feet. The diaper crinkled loudly with the movement, the squish of her mess echoing down the hallway as she waddled after him. He ruffled her hair affectionately as they reached the nursery door. "Now, up on the changing table, Princess. Letâs get you fresh and clean."
Amanda obeyed, climbing up onto the padded surface with practiced ease. She lay back, her legs kicking slightly as Jake undid the tapes of her messy diaper. The cool air hit her skin, and she squirmed, her face flushing as the full extent of her mess was revealed. Jake didnât so much as flinch, though. He simply grabbed a wipe and got to work, his touch gentle but thorough.
"Youâre such a good girl for me," he murmured, cleaning her up with efficient, soothing strokes. "Even if you do insist on squatting in the hallway like a little toddler who almost remembers how to be a big girl."
Amanda giggled, her embarrassment melting away under his care. "I canât help it, Daddy! Itâs just⊠habit."
Jake chuckled, finishing up and reaching for a fresh diaper. "Well, itâs a cute habit," he admitted, lifting her hips to slide the clean diaper beneath her. "But next time, maybe aim for the nursery, huh?"
Amanda grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "No promises, Daddy."
Jake shook his head, smiling as he fastened the new diaper snugly around her waist. "Thatâs my girl."
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Signs your boyfriend isn't potty trained:
âą He's comfortable wearing just a diaper and a t-shirt around the house.
âą His diaper's wetness indicator is always blue, even after changes.
âą He's never missing for 3 hours in your only bathroom watching YouTube on the toilet.
âą He's always a little crinkly.
âą He never takes that one random wide step off to the side (iykyk).
âą He never picks wedgies.
âą His bedroom is half filled with packs of diapers of all kinds and prints, but underwear is nowhere to be found.
âą He always smells a little like baby powder.
âą He always brings a bag with mystery contents everywhere he goes.
âą His toots are very suspiciously muffled đ€«
âą His bed is also very crinkly.
âą He told you he's not potty trained on the first date...
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From the Archive (2018!)
What you get tonight while your Mommy is out đđŒđŠ
average 26 yr oldâs drawer đââïžđâš
Or an average 38 year old's drawer.
THIS is how a real dick feels like. Do you understand now why I keep yours locked up?
No place Iâd rather be than with my face in a wet diapy đ„°
No place Iâd rather be than with my face in a wet diapy đ„°
Full messy đ€ I took a deep enema and let it all out... then things got even naughtier with my teddy bear đ
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After the Enema Part 3
âThere. I am doing this strap up so you canât take the diaper offâ Mommy said before leaving you to fill your diaper
Soon, a rumbling sound indicated that Mommy would be changing a very messy diaper after this. The cramping and rumbling in her stomach had begun with a vengeance
"OMG! This is happening!" She cries out. Yup. This is happening right now This was not a good sign
Tears of relief streamed down her face as she pushed all of her mess out into the diaper, exactly where it belonged according to Mommy.
Surely she could hold on for a little while longer. But no! She pushes and pushes. She grunted and groaned as every bit of her diaper fills and the brown mess forms in her diaper.
She lurched and wriggled as the liquid mess poured out of her into the diaper. The cramps overpowering her and the relief being almost orgasmic
The messy enema liquid quickly rushes out of her bum and fills her diaper. The dirty brown wet spot immediately appears then spreads.
After a few minutes, Mommy Aaliyah returned and reached down to feel the contents of your diaper. She nodded to herself. It was as expected. Her baby girl had messed herself. Copiously!
"That's much better, isn't it? Good baby." Mommy's gentle, loving voice rang in your head. "Such a good little diaper pet for me."
Right letâs get you changed. I hope this helps adjust your attitude young lady. If not then your enema will become a daily event!
The End
Image credit Aaliyah Taylor
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