It’s been so long since Daddy let you have any big girl fun with him.
So very long.
Daddy stripped away every aspect of your adulthood, piece by piece, thrusting you into this infantile world of diapers, nap times, and Fisher-Price playsets.
Nothing but mind-numbing baby shows, toddler-level books, and never-ending nursery songs.
Everything but this.
He could take your potty-training, autonomy, and independence, but he could never take the one last piece of adulthood you have left.
Your desire.
After a year of permanent denial, of having your princess parts chronically ignored—except during diaper changes, Daddy would never let you get diaper rash on his watch—you almost wished he could take it.
The longer your diaper-clad chastity goes, the needier you become. Your mind is a hazy buzz of desperation. You can’t think straight.
All you want is to feel Daddy’s loving touch again. Even the thought of it send jolts of pleasure through your body. You’d do anything.
Anything.
You take a breath—and make your move.
“D-daddy…,” you whisper, suckling your binky with each pause and giving him your best puppy dog eyes, “I mith Daddy th-tho much…an..an…M all…w-wet…pwease, Daddy…”
Daddy smiles, pulling the waistband of your soggy diaper. “I can see that, kiddo! You’re Daddy’s little tinkle fountain!”
You wince, hating the infantile response to your adult request.
“N-not wi-wike da wet, Daddy…wike…mmm… da other wet.”
You can’t even ask like a big girl anymore.
But it doesn’t matter, this isn’t the time for pride. If being Daddy’s sweet princess will get you some big girl time, you’ll do it.
“Hmm,” Daddy ponders, sniffing the air, “Did you make a runny boom boom?” He prods at the seat of your diaper playfully.
Crinkles erupt as you squirm in embarrassment.
“Daddyyyyy! No poopieth! J-jus…I…well…”
“Well, what are you babbling about, sweet pea?” A sweet, innocent grin plastered on his face.
“I..I jus wa..wan Daddy l..like how m used tah get tah haves Daddy! M..miss him so much.”
Daddy boops your nose.
“Babygirl, you’re the most beautiful girl in the world, you know that?”
You perk up. “W-weally, Daddy?”
Daddy’s hand rests ever so gently on your diaper. You shudder in anticipation.
“Of course you are, kiddo! But I don’t think you’re quite mature enough for that, yet. You’re far too sweet and innocent for such things!”
Your body deflates like a popped balloon.
“B-bu am big girl, Daddy, pwomith!”
“No, honey, you’re my silly babbly baby who has no need for such impure thoughts. Why else do you think Daddy only gives you binky kisses and plays with your hair?”
“D-don know, Daddy…”
“Well, baby, it has been a long time since you were a big girl hasn’t it? And you’ve been so well behaved without any fun with your princess parts. You must be sooo needy by now, huh?”
Your eyes light up. “Y-yeth, Daddy! T-tho tho needy for you! Good girl!”
“Yes, kiddo. A very good girl, giving up all your fun for your diapies! Just like a good baby should. I think you deserve a treat. What do you think?”
You’re practically bouncing with joy.
“Yeth pwease, Daddy!! Pwease pwease pwease!”
Daddy sits up, smiling ear to ear.
“Why don’t you come rub your soggy diaper on my leg, honey? Show me how thankful you are to make some cummies for Daddy!”
Daddy doesn’t have to tell you twice!
You’ve been so hopelessly denied for so long, even the prospect of humping your diaper on Daddy’s leg gets your diaper wet again.
“Good girl, just like that, babygirl. Make your crinkles for me. Prove how desperate you are to be a big girl.”
You straddle Daddy’s leg, positively vibrating in anticipation. Daddy grabs your waist, looking deep in your eyes.
“F-Fank you, Daddy,” you say before your hips start gyrating.
The effect is immediate.
You scream in pleasure—pleasure that’s been denied for so long. It feels better than anything you’ve ever felt in your life.
Nothing matters but the soggy mush squelching against your princess parts. You feel Daddy beneath it.
Daddy.
“D-dadddy!!!”
Twenty seconds after you start, a wave of ecstasy crashes over you. Unlike anything you’ve ever experienced.
Pure bliss.
As the world slowly starts reformulating, you see Daddy smiling at you, eyes full of love.
“Awww, someone loves her diapies, don’t they, Princess? Daddy loved your crinkle symphony, too! You’re so adorable, little one!”
You try to catch your breath, a mix of embarrassment at your actions clash with the ecstasy of your orgasm.
“C’mon, babygirl. Let’s get you changed out of that icky diapie.”
Daddy won’t tell you, but it’s all going exactly according to plan. You’ll do anything—anything—for that again. Even if it means going further and further into your second babyhood.
What would be your biggest fantasy on how your daddy to realizes you pooped your diapers? You would fill your diapers in his lap, or waddle to the corner of the room and squat while he watches, or poopy when he leaves the room then pretend like nothing happened until he smells a stinky little girl? Or anything else? And after you did, you would tell him right away? Or you would pretend like nothing happening? Or you would run away to play in your diaper?
Oooh a very blushy question! Hmmm I am definitely shy about going in my diaper so I don’t think I would be able to do that on his lap or while he watches…I would rather make my stinkies while he’s out of the room.
I don’t know what is more embarrassing…filling my diaper in front of him with his knowledge or making pushies in secret only to be found out and forced to admit what I’ve done 🙈
My natural instinct is to just pretend nothing happened and continue playing. The state of my diaper is for Daddy to worry about, not me! 🤷♀️
In those ten years we’ve bought a house, adopted a dog, and somehow ended up adopting the sweetest little bitty one imaginable. He’s shy, clingy, dramatic in all the funniest ways…and absolutely determined to hide whenever he has a poopy diaper.
Tonight we’re celebrating at a beautiful country club right on the water. Everything is soft golden light and expensive dinners, and my little boy is dressed in tiny slacks and a polo that make him look far too much like grown up he actually is.
The only thing giving away just how little he prefers to stay, is the unmistakable outline of his diaper beneath his slacks, getting puffier and more obvious as the evening goes on.
We brought the diaper bag, of course. We knew he’d need at least one change tonight, maybe two if he had a poo-poo. Wet diapers usually don’t bother him much. He’ll toddle around in them forever if nobody notices. But poopy diapers are different. Whenever he has an accident, he gets embarrassed and tries to sneak away to “fix” it himself.
Which brings me to the present moment.
I watch him hurry right past me without making eye contact, moving as fast as he can while still trying to look casual. Immediately I notice where he’s headed.
The bathroom.
Alone.
Except he can’t actually change his own diaper. He has no clue how.
So what exactly is his plan here?
I quietly follow after him, trying not to make a scene. The last thing I want is to embarrass him in the middle of our anniversary dinner. He already looks mortified enough.
He slips into the family bathroom, and just before the door closes, I stop it gently with my foot.
“Honey,” I ask softly as I step inside, diaper bag already in hand, “what are you doing?”
“I…” he stammers, eyes going wide as he tries to figure out how I caught him so fast.
Then the smell hits me full force.
“Ohhhh,” I tease gently. “Did somebody go potty?”
His cheeks turn bright pink immediately, and he looks away instead of answering.
“What was your plan in here, hm?” I ask, kneeling down in front of him. “You don’t know how to change your didi.”
Once again, he avoids eye contact completely and slowly lowers his hand to the front of his diaper.
Oh… OH!
“Sunshine? Do you need mommy to help you feel better?”
Normally we wait for daddy before we play, but there is no way I can go and get him discreetly. So I help my little one instead.
Poor thing hasn’t had release in days.
I pull him over to me, so his legs are on either side of my lap and pull him down on top of me. He blushes when he feels his mess squish against his bottom. And he turns the brightest shade of red when I reach behind and pat his bottom hard. Then gently urge him to move his hips.
“There you go baby. Use mommy to make yourself feel better.” I’m trying to give him more friction by pushing my pelvis up into him.
He whimpers and picks up speed.
I pull my breast out of my dress and undo the clasp on my nursing bra. Giving him full access to my breasts. He always cums harder when he is nursing (and so do I).
He is practically vibrating at this point. I can tell he is getting really close to finishing by the way he starts saying “mommy” over and over again.
He bites down, hard, on my nipple and cums all in his diaper. Right where his cum belongs.
“Do you feel better, love?”
He is leaned against me and just nods his head, like it’s taking all of his energy to recover from the pleasure.
I help him out of his messy diaper and get him all cleaned up, taking my time so he doesn’t feel rushed or overwhelmed. Before long he’s taped back into something soft, dry, and comfortable, his slacks pulled neatly back into place.
“There we go,” I murmur, pressing a kiss to his forehead once I’m done. I give his diapered butt a gentle pat. “All better.”
Still blushing furiously, he hurries back out toward the party, determined to pretend none of this ever happened.
🙈 this is a DD/LG… I was also unable to edit it. So enjoy the raw version.
“Hi sunshine. Let’s get you changed” he says as he walks up to me. There is no room in his tone for any back talk.
“Okay, daddy”
I get up and make my way over to our changing table. Slowly climbing up the stairs, and hoping I can show him how cute I look and get out of this.
That doesn’t happen.
I’m swiftly put on my back, wet diaper on display and my daddy looking right at me with eyes that remind me why he is in charge.
“But-”
I’m cut off before I can make my plea. A large circular gag is placed in my mouth. The kind that holds your mouth open and has a large hole in the middle so someone can still access your mouth.
Oh no.
Daddy undoes the tapes on my diaper and pulls it down to expose my princess parts.
He runs his fingers through my folds and when they come back dripping wet, he places them in his mouth and licks them clean.
“God, you always taste so good!” He tells me.
Then he plunges two fingers back into me and pumps them in and out, over and over again. Distracting me from what he is preparing on the side.
An enema.
He slides the hose into my bottom. Just about the time he has it fully situated, I realize what’s going on.
“You were very naughty. And naughty girls need cleaned out, and their bottoms stuffed to be reminded of their place.”
I go to argue and I am reminded of the gag in my mouth.
“Do not let go until I tell you too. If you let go early, you’ll stay in that messy diaper until tomorrow morning.” He tells me.
I will not be doing that! So I better pay attention to what he needs me to do.
He turns the hose and lets the soapy water run into my colon. I can normally take the first half of the bag with no problems. It’s the second half that I have a hard time holding onto. And he knows it. Almost as soon as the bag is half empty he starts to undo his belt and slide it off his body.
I’m sweating. Afraid of what is about to happen and trying really hard to hold in the water.
About 3/4 of the bag empties and he turns in off.
“Stand up”
I do and he places a puppy pad under me.
“Get on your hands and knees on top of the pad”
I do as he says and know exactly what’s coming. Luckily, sitting like this is easier to hold the water in, but it also means, that he has a full view of my clenched butt, and nothing to stop him from spanking me.
He pulls the belt back, and hits me on the butt. Hard.
I’m drooling from the gag. Sweating from the enema. And my pussy is dripping wet.
He gives me 5 more spanks from the belt before he drops it to the floor and grabs the new diaper.
I truly don’t know how I’m still holding in the water. My face is tear streaked and the amount of drool on my chin is impressive.
“Lay on your back”
I roll over, wincing when my red bottom touches the diaper he laid out, and accept my fate.
Daddy applies diaper rash cream and baby powder before he pulls my diaper up and tapes it in place.
“You can let go now”
I try to argue. Not wanting to do it in front of him. That’s embarrassing. My face turns bright red.
“It’s either now, or while you’re blowing me. I think now is a better option” he tells me. And I blush even harder. Knowing I won’t be able to hold it once I’m perched on my knees giving him a blow job.
Truly I can’t hold it any longer anyway.
I let go. It’s loud. And embarrassing. And I can feel the water and poo filling that diaper to its capacity.
Once I’m done, or done for now. Daddy looks pleased. He reaches down and pats my diaper, right over where my clit is. The padding has swelled up so much that the friction is almost enough to get me off.
God I’m embarrassed.
“Good girl. Now get on your knees”
I do as he says. On my knees. In a messy diaper that I swear weighs 10 pounds. And he sticks his boot under me.
“You may rub. You may try as hard as you’d like to cum. But you better cum first, because once I cum, I’m done.” He tells me right before he shoves his dick through the hole in the gag.
My body betrays me. My hips start moving on their own accord. Begging for a release. And his boot is just enough pressure on this full diaper to help me get there.
I’m working his dick in my mouth to the same beat as my hips are moving. I can feel myself pooping again, and I can’t bring myself to care.
I’m almost there.
He is shooting his cum down my throat. And, true to his word, he finishes and pulls out and moves his boot. Leaving me on the verge, but not done.
“Poor thing. It’s okay, messy girls shouldn’t cum anyway. I’m going to clean up, and then I’ll clean you up.”
And he just, walks away. Leaving me messy. Horny. And wondering how I can make this happen again.
A flutter of pride feels your chest as I run the cool wet wipe between your cheeks.
You know it's wrong.
You know you should feel embarrassed.
You know you should be humiliated.
But, like so many other things, you just can't help it.
An adult shouldn't be proud of making it to the toilet on time.
An adult shouldn't want to jump with joy because they pooped on the potty instead of filling their pants.
An adult shouldn't beam when another adult calls them a "good kiddo" while having their ass wiped like a toddler.
But, here you are, a full-grown adult, bubbling over with excitement because you went potty like a "big kid," instead of using your pull-up as a diaper, like you have so many times before.
And, you know what? You should be proud.
Because Papa is going to make sure little 'successes' like this are going to be few and very, very far between.
You pause as my finger slowly slides under the next word on the page.
Squirming subconsciously on my lap, you chew your lip in intense concentration.
I have to stifle a chuckle.
You're not pausing because you can't read the four-syllable-long word on the page.
That would be silly.
You're a respected professional. You have a college degree. There's not a word in the whole Babysitter's Club series you can't read.
You're pausing because you don't know if this a word you shouldn't know how to read.
After months of "reading lessons," you still haven't deciphered my rules for which words you are and aren't allowed to know.
It's probably because there aren't any.
You dare a warning glance back at me, trying to see if you can gather more information from my face than the page in front of you.
I shake my head.
"What's wrong, sweetie? Need help sounding this one out?"
You let out a little sigh of relief, nodding your head in affirmation, clearly believing you've avoided punishment for being too much of a 'smarty pants.'
A flutter of joy forms in my chest. "Teaching" you how to read has been one of my favorite parts of the day.
"Innnnn-deeeee-penn-dennt," I read slowly, carefully annunciating each sound, "Just like you used to be before you met me! Remember?"
You blush, throwing your head back into my chest as I take the opportunity to kiss the side of your head.
"That one wasn't even that hard. You could read it just last week, remember?"
You look back at me in fear as I continue.
"Maybe these books are a little bit too hard for you," I declare.
Panic fills your face as you realize you've escaped a spanking, but may have subjected yourself to an even worse fate.
"But, I..." You stammer out before I cut you off.
"No, 'buts'! I won't have you straining that poor little brain with books that are so clearly far above your reading level!"
You whimper as I set the book to the side and help you off my lap.
"I'm pretty sure we have some of those Magic Treehouse books in your room, why don't you go pick one out?"
You look from me to the book you were just reading, sitting on the side table. I can see it on your face. You know you'll never read anything that mature again.
"What are you waiting for?" I say, interrupting your train of thought, "Are you afraid those books will be too hard, too? I'm sure we have some Dr. Suess around here if..."
I don't even finish my sentence before you dart off, desperate to not fall any farther this afternoon.
As you crawled towards the kitchen, your messy diaper swaying between your legs, you suddenly had a thought:
How long had it been since you walked?
Papa never let you walk on your own in the house. He said it was too dangerous for babies to stand on two legs; they might fall and hit their heads.
And, you had stopped walking when you went out in public.
Papa would always carry you from place to place or strap you into your stroller, saying you got too distracted to be trusted to get places on your own.
As you sat on your messy bottom and waited for Papa to pick you up and place you in your highchair, you started to wonder if you could even stand on your own anymore if you tried?
But, as Papa lifted you in his strong arms and settled your padded crotch on his hip, you suddenly realized that it didn't matter.
You laid your head on Papa's chest and sighed. Why would you ever want to do something that resulted in less of this?
“You had to have known this was coming, didn’t you baby?" She said, "Be honest with me. Did you really think you were just going to be peeing in your diapers all the time and that was it? That you’d get to keep some scrap of big-boy dignity while waddling around in thick padding?" She let the silence hang. "No… deep down you knew this moment was inevitable. You knew that one day you’d be right here, on your knees, feeling that heavy pressure build, and you’d have no choice but to make your first real poopy diaper right in front of me.”
Mike let out a soft, mortified whimper, his face already burning crimson as he shifted uncomfortably on his knees, eyes darting away. “Valerie… please,” he whispered, voice shaking with embarrassment. “I-I didn’t think it would actually go this far. I can’t… it’s too humiliating. Can we please not do this? I don't think I can--”
"Shh..." Valerie said, pressing a finger firmly to his lips to silence him. "No more of that whining. This is how it is now. This is your new normal. And protesting only makes you look even more pathetic than you already do. You’re just going to have to accept it.”
The tension thickened unbearably. Mike’s breathing turned shallow and ragged, soft desperate whines as he clenched instinctively, trying to fight the inevitable. His hands fidgeted at his sides, knees pressing hard into the rug while waves of humiliation crashed over him.
“I really can’t do this,” he whined, voice cracking pathetically. “It’s going to be so gross and—and—and...Please, Val! I’m begging you! Please don't make me do this...”
Valerie tilted her head slightly, her expression calm and almost sweetly pitying as she looked down at him. “Oh, sweetie… I’m not making you do anything. This is what you wanted, remember? You were the one who begged me to put you in diapers in the first place.”
Mike shook his head desperately, tears already welling in his eyes. “But I didn't want this!" He whined, "I just wanted to feel little and taken care of. Maybe wet a diaper or two. But I never thought you’d actually make me do…all of this!"
Valerie gave a soft, amused chuckle and reached out to cup his burning cheek, gently wiping away a leaky tear with her thumb. “Sweetheart, you know I don’t do anything half-assed. You wanted me to take control. You wanted me to treat you like my widdle baybee. Well, this is what that looks like. You don’t get to pick and choose which parts feel good and which parts are too gross or embarrassing. I was being nice before, letting you use the potty for your dirty business. But those days are over. The diapers aren’t just for cute little wettings anymore...they’re your potty now. For all of it. This is what you asked for. Now you’re going to live with it."
Mike let out another broken whimper, face burning with shame. “Please… I’m begging you. Just this once, can’t we—”
But before he could get out another word, a pacifier was pressed into his mouth.
"Shhh...no more talking," she said, her tone firm and unsympathetic. “Just pushing. You’re done protesting. Now be a good boy and focus on filling that diaper like you know you need to.”
Mike’s made pathetic little sounds around the pacifier as he sucked on it instinctively. His face burned hotter than ever, tears of pure shame glistening in his eyes. He tried to look down, to avoid that look, as if it would give him some semblance of privacy, but Valerie lifted his chin with a single finger, forcing his gaze back up to hers.
“Look at me, baby. Eyes up here. I want to watch your face while you do it. Let Mommy see every little grunt, every little squint, every little strain. Feel that pressure building stronger and stronger? That’s your body telling you it’s time for your first poopy diaper. This is how it goes from now on. Now relax your bottom… it’s time. Let Mommy see exactly what a helpless little pants-pooper looks like!”
The pacifier quivered in his mouth. Mike held out for another long, agonizing moment, muffled whines vibrating around the silicone as his cheeks puffed slightly from sucking on it. Then, with a shaky, defeated breath, he finally gave in.
The first hesitant push came slowly. His face contorted in visible effort, brow furrowed, eyes squeezed half-shut in embarrassment as he stared up at her. A faint, muffled crackling sound broke the silence as the seat of the diaper began to expand, the bright little cars stretching obscenely while the warm, mushy mess pushed out. The sensation hit him instantly: the growing warmth, the heavy bulge forming between his legs, the unmistakable squish beginning to settle against him. Fresh shame flooded his cheeks as the reality sank in, he was actually doing it, right in front of her, grunting softly around the pacifier.
“Awww!! There we go!!” Valerie giggled, her voice warm with approval but still laced with that unyielding dominance. “You're doing it! You're making poo-poo's!! Ah-ah! Don't look away! Eyes on me. Just like that. Theeere we go!! Good boy! Your first poopy diaper as a grown man!! How's that feel, hmm? Go on! Keep pushing! Get it alllll out into your widdle diapy!! This is how you go potty from now on! Right here on your knees, facing Mommy, filling your diaper while I watch every humiliating second of your face. No more bathrooms, no more dignity. Just warm, squishy messes in your pants whenever nature calls."
Mike let out a higher, mortified whine around the pacifier as another he continued pushing, his cheeks flushing deeper, eyes watering as the diaper grew even heavier, the material rounding out noticeably.
"Just like that, baby! You're doing so well!!" she continued, leaning in closer. "Look at you making biggg boom-booms in your diaper where the little cars go vroom vroom!! Hahaha! Mommy can see that diaper sagging more and more with every little push! Feel that warm mush filling up your seat? Mommy's so proud of you!"
The smell began to drift upward, growing stronger with each passing second.
"Oof!" Valerie wrinkled her nose and wafted a hand in front of her face. "Stinky boy!! Is that you?? Are you the one making all that smell?? You're doing so amazing, sweetheart! Making a big, stinky present for Mommy! That's it. Keep pushing, baby...get it all out! I want that diaper nice and full for your very first time.”
He whimpered helplessly around the pacifier, knees trembling as the diaper sagged lower and lower, the back growing thick and heavy with a final, unmistakable crinkle. The warm, mushy weight settled heavily against him, and the pungent smell became impossible to ignore.
“That’s my good little diaper boy,” she cooed, pinching his crimson cheek, “doing his big stinky business right where he’s supposed to.”
Mike stayed on his knees, breathing shakily around the pacifier, the thick, warm mess squishing with every tiny movement. He didn’t know what was worse: the heavy, squishy feeling or the awful smell now hanging in the air. His face burned with utter shame.
“All done?” Valerie asked cheerfully.
Mike gave a small, defeated nod.
“Say ‘all done!’” she instructed, demonstrating the little hand sign she used when feeding him, raising her hands and twisting them. “Come on! Do the sign like a good baybee!”
Blushing furiously, Mike mimicked the stupid motion back at her with shaky hands while mumbling “aw done” around the pacifier. Nothing like telling your wife that you're done crapping all over yourself.
Valerie clapped her hands rapidly in delight. “Yayy!!! You did it, baby! Your first poopy diaper like the pathetic little boi you are now! And there will be sooo many more just like it in your future! But first…”
She leaned forward and gently plucked the pacifier from his mouth.
“I need to hear you say it,” she said, her voice sweet but commanding. “Tell Mommy exactly what you just did. Use your big-boy words. What happened back there? Be specific and honest about what a messy, stinky baby you’ve become. Make it good if you want any chance of being changed.”
Mike hesitated, another tiny mortified whine escaping him. Fresh waves of embarrassment washed over his face, but her expectant silence pressed down until he finally mumbled, red-faced and defeated, barely above a whisper:
“I… I went p-p-p-poo-poo's, Mommy... I...m-messed myself… ”
“Louder, sweetie. Don’t mumble. Tell me what a stinky little pants-pooper you are now.”
He swallowed hard, tears of humiliation pricking at his eyes. “I pooped my diaper… I went potty in my pants like a stupid baybee. I filled it all up and now it’s all squishy and stinky back there… and...and..." he didn't know what else to say. What words could capture how degraded he felt?
But Valerie nodded, satisfied, her voice steady and final, wrinkling her nose slightly with a knowing smile as the smell lingered. "That’s right. Your first dirty diaper, and far from the last. This is exactly how it goes from now on. No more fighting it. No more big-boy excuses or dignity. When you have to go, you come tell Mommy what you need to do...or you use your diaper right then and there."
She paused, eyes sparkling with mischief. Mike's throat tightened.
“But I’m gonna need you to do one more thing for me before you get changed, mmkay pumpkin?" She let the silence and anticipation hang again, then continued, "Since this is your first one, I need you to really feel it. To get used to it. So I’m gonna need you to sit down on your bum-bum, okay? Can you do that for Mommy?”
Mike’s eyes widened in fresh horror. “Val… please, no,” he whispered, voice cracking, wriggling in the ruined diaper. “It’s already so gross and heavy… Please don’t make me—”
“Awww, poor baby!!" Valerie cooed, her voice dripping with fake sympathy. "Look at you! all teary-eyed and cringing. It’s okay, sweetie. Mommy knows it feels yucky right now. But this is part of it. You wanted to be my little boy in diapers… so now you have to learn what that really means.”
"But can't I just—"
"Do you want to stay in that warm, squishy, stinky diaper even longer?" Valerie snapped, her voice turning firm and sharp. "Because I can leave you like this allll afternoon if you’d rather. Your choice.”
Mike sobbed softly, his shoulders shaking. But she was right, he didn't want to stay in this nasty mess any longer. Defeated, he shook his head ‘no’.
“Then sit,” she said sweetly, but with steel underneath. “Right on your bulgey little bottom. Now.”
The heavy, mushy weight already felt unbearable. Humiliated beyond words, he slowly lowered himself onto the striped rug.
The moment his bottom made contact, the warm mess squished loudly beneath him with a wet, crinkly squelch. The thick load spread out, pressing up and around him in the most degrading way imaginable. He let out a sharp, mortified cry, his whole body cringing from his toes to his spine as the mush molded disgustingly against his skin.
“Therrre we go!!” Valerie cooed, her voice flipping back to that soft, motherly tone. “Hear that squish? Feel how it’s all spreading and smearing inside your diapy? That’s your big stinky poo-poo's, baby! You made that! All of that! Now wriggle for Mommy… bounce up and down. Really feel it squishing everywhere. Good boy.”
Mike whimpered and cried, fresh tears rolling down his burning cheeks as he obeyed. He shifted his weight from side to side, then gave a small, reluctant bounce. The mess squelched loudly again, spreading further and coating him more thoroughly. Another broken sob escaped him.
“Shhh, shhh...that's it. Cry it out, baby. Let it all sink in.” Valerie said, feigning pity while her eyes sparkled with amusement. She reached out and gently stroked his hair. “Such a sad widdle baybee sitting in his own dirty diaper. Does it feel all warm and nasty back there? Does it feel gross? Poor thing… but you’re going to get sooo used to this. I promise! This heavy, stinky, squishy feeling? It's your new normal. No more running to the bathroom like a real grown-up. Just you squatting and pottying in your pampers whenever you need to."
It was his fault. It was all his fault.
He asked for this. He wanted the diapers, he wanted her to take control. But he should have known. He should have thought it all the way through. He just never thought it would lead to...this.
She let him sit there for a long moment, letting the reality sink deep into his bones, before finally standing up from the couch. She held out her hand, smiling down at him with that sweet, knowing smile.
“Come on, baby." She said, "Waddle to your room. Let's go change your first dirty diaper!”
His diaper and pacifier silently awaited him atop the coffee table. Normally, they would be hiding away in a box behind my dresses, but tonight was different. Tonight, I was going to spoil him.
He had been such a good boy, after all; he was following his rules: completing his chore chart, cleaning, cooking, and even doing the dishes. So after he got home from work, I would whisk him away to a weekend of forced diapers, snuggles, and love from Mommy. Nothing less than he deserved.
I didn’t have to wait long; the keys jingled in the lock as I heard him arrive. I sauntered to the door with a tilted smirk. Of course, I was going to enjoy this too.
My mommy momentum was momentarily interrupted by the sight of my precious boy holding a bouquet of roses and a box of all my favorite snacks.
My eyebrows bounced in surprise: “What’s all this, baby?”
“Just a little surprise,” he flashed that goofy, crooked smirk that I love. “I just felt like getting you a little something to show you how much I appreciate you.”
“Ahhwwww baby,” My cheekbones hurt from how big I was smiling, “I got a little something for you too…”
I brandished my own devious smirk as I held his adorably infantile diaper in one hand and his equally childish pacifier in the other.
“I was kinda thinking I would spoil you tonight,” he blushed, “give you a nice, long massage and draw a bath with a bath bomb for you…”
“Hmmm,” I purred at the thought of being spoiled, “Mommy says we’re doing both.”
“But–”
“Or I could put you in time out?” I raised a playful eyebrow, almost daring him to cross me when I was in Mommy-mode.
“Both is good,” he held his hands up defensively.
“Good. Why don’t you draw Mommy’s bath while I get your diaper change all set up?”
“Okay Mommy,” he nodded enthusiastically before dashing off into the bathroom. What a cutie.
I wandered into our closet where I took out a footie onesie that sported a little green tail to look like a dragon. I heard the bath run and eventually stop before my boyfriend appeared in the door way.
“C’mere baby,” I waved him over.
“Let’s get these silly big boy clothes off you,” I pulled his shirt off and dragged his pants to his ankles, widening the leg holes enough for him to step out.
I gently guided him onto the open diaper on our bed, awaiting his babyish bottom. I powdered him and taped up the diaper before dressing him in the onesie.
“Now honey,” I found a slightly sterner voice, “Mommy needs to keep an eye on you, so that you don’t get into trouble. You can play with your tablet in the bathroom, while Mommy takes her bath, okay?”
“Okay Mommy,” he licked his lips, obviously not too upset by this.
I caught him gazing up at my wet, naked body from his spot on the floor quite often, but he was otherwise enraptured in his little tablet games. What a baby!
After I had gotten sufficiently dry, I found myself face down on the same mattress I had diapered him on mere moments ago. I felt his warm, soggy crotch straddle my hips. Of course the little potty pants was wet already; I would have to see about diapering him full time.
Whatever musings –regardless of how entertaining– faded away as his lotioned hands pressed into my back, rubbing up and down my length.
“MMmmmm,” I moaned as gentle music began to play.
I really would have to spoil him…
After a divine –almost orgasmic– massage, I led him by the hand to the TV room. I asked him if he wanted to watch Adventure Time, a mostly age-appropriate show that both of us enjoyed. Unsurprisingly, he accepted with enthusiasm.
“Baby,” I sat down in the recliner, “there’s one more thing I want you to do for me before we watch the show.”
“What is it?”
“Humiliate yourself for mommy.”
I stuck my leg out, signaling to him exactly what I expected.
He bit his lip in recognition before planting his squishy, diapered crotch onto my foot.
“Atta boy,” My hand found its way to my pussy as he started to grind.
“m-Mommy~” his moans rang out, signaling that the baby was already close. Yep, I was definitely putting him in diapers full time after this.
“Go ahead baby,” I offered encouragingly, “Spurt for Mommy!”
“Goo goo –GAH GaH,” he mewled out, climaxing with the words I taught him.
“Good boy. Now let’s watch some Adventure Time.”
As he watched on the floor, I drank in the sight of my emasculated little boy watching his cartoons. I fingered myself to a quiet, yet satisfying orgasm. My body twitched with barely restrained pleasure as I finally released a pent up, laborious breath.
“Mommy?” He held me in his dreamy eyes.
“Yes, baby?”
“Whether it’s you taking care of me or me taking care of you, every moment spent with you is just as sweet.”
“Ahhww Baby,” I gushed as I slid down to the floor to wrap him in a hug. “Mommy loves you, sweetie.”
“I love you too Mommy.”
Then, I tickled him.
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As always, all characters depicted are 18+
Image credit to me, and —for the record— I think Shakespeare is a bit of a pretentious bastard
Below you can find a growing list of my writings. Some are snippets and previews, some are the first few chapters, others are not yet linked. If you see an underline, it should have a link attached. If not, please let me know so I can get it fixed ASAP. All of the following stories can be found in their entirety on my Patreon.
ABCDegree - A wife learns that her husband has an ABDL fetish. She enrolls in a college class to learn how to properly care for him.
The Baby Shower - A man and his wife attend a baby shower and gender reveal for someone who is way too old for both of those things.
Besties - When Lexi and Heather finally meet up again, Lexi learns that Heather's abusive relationship has taken quite the turn... Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3 @Fetishfairtalesforall continuations: Part 3.5, Part 3.75, Part 4.1
Big Daddy - Layla is in a fritz, she has errands to run but no one to watch her ABDL husband. Her boyfriend, Rob, decides to step up and watch him while she's gone. Includes gentle domming.
The Boss' Baby - My first and (probably) longest story. A man is dominated by his Boss and goes down the road of feminization and infantilization.
The Box - Matthew has had a very hard day at work. His wife decides it's time to bring out the box to cheer him up. Includes gentle domming.
The Check-Up - A wife takes her diapered husband to the doctor for his monthly check-up.
Date Night - Will Erin's husband finally earn a night out of chastity? It is Valentine's Day after all...
Diaper Cuck - Pretty much how it sounds. A diapered cuckold spends a night with his wife and her bull. Excerpt 1 , Excerpt 2
DREAMS Daycare - A wife picks her husband up from the Adult Baby Daycare. Chapter 1
Egg Hunt - Happy Easter! It's time to go find the key to your chastity cage that is hidden in one of the dirty diapers littered around the yard. Excerpt
Feels Like The First Time - A wife walks the new babysitter through her first time changing an adult diaper.
Go Ask Alex - Journal entries of a delinquent named Alex as he experiences life in a special kind of rehabilitation facility.
Here Comes the Airpwane (Part 1) - Jim is hoping his trip to the airport will go off without anyone noticing his diapers, but Pam has other plans...
Hoetel Bimbo - The sissy maids of the hotel are tasked with making sure all of their guests are very well taken care of.
The Hunt - A group of rednecks go on a hunting trip. But they're not hunting for deer, they're hunting for sissies.
Joy Ride - When Brandon tries to run away from home, he ends up in a host of trouble. Luckily, he gets scooped up by a very peculiar couple driving an 18-wheeler.
Maw - Happy Halloween! Daniel wakes up in an oversized nursery room. A very creepy doll let's him know he's about to play a little game...
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Meet The Parents - Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3 - Jan brings her ABDL boyfriend to meet her family. But her family isn't exactly the vanilla type...(includes Gentle Domming)
Monitored - A wife and her Bull watch their little cucky through the baby monitor.
New World Order - In the not-so-distant future, beta males and females are enslaved by their Alpha masters.
Play Date - three wives get their ABDL husbands together for some wet, messy and sticky play time.
Practice Makes Perfect - It's hard being a sissy. Luckily, she's here to train you.
Princess Pampers - Three sissy slaves compete to figure out who gets out of chastity, and who has to spend the week at the bottom of the totem pole wearing the Princess Pampers...
Prudish - Roger accuses his girlfriend Rebecca for being a prude. She decides to show him that she is very much the exact opposite.
Reflections - After the diaper punishment is finally done, a husband and wife reflect on how much it has changed both of their lives for the better.
Rent-A-Bull - A kinky couple decide to contact a local business that loans out Bulls for cuckold relationships.
Road Trip - Sandy, Roy, and the little diapered loser in the back are going on a trip down lots of busy roads.
Roomies - Chapter 1 , Chapter 2 , Chapter 3 - After falling on hard times, Alan has to find other ways to pay for his rent. And his roommate Max has several ideas...
The Satin Sock - A woman having trouble with her boyfriend is taken to a sissy strip club.
Season's Greetings - Merry Christmas! It's time to get the photos for this year's Christmas cards taken, and little AB Drew is going to look soo adorable!!
Severance - DDlg - a dominant woman deals with the stressors of life by regressing to a submissive diaper slut. - Gentle dom
Sissy School - Larry Parker learns he's going to attend the less-than-magical school for sissies. Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8
Sorority Boys - After a panty raid on the local sorority goes wrong, the captured boys are turned into diaper wearing sissies and must complete a series of Squid Game-like challenges to be set free. Chapter 1, Chapter 2
Stuffed - Happy Thanksgiving! After calling his friend fat, a diapered up sissy gets a lot more food on his plate.
Switch - Chapter 1 - Follows a switch couple as they navigate the ABDL world.
Tales From a Mommy Blog - various guides written by a Mommy Blogger on how to properly handle your ABDL husband.
Tinder Love and Care - After being tasked with finding a man for his wife to date, the little cuck has to stay home in his diapers while she goes out for a night with her new man.
Under His Thumb - a woman submits to a powerful, dominant man. But he doesn't just keep her under his thumb, he controls her husband too.
Weekend Services - someone gets to spend a week being a prissy little diaper maid.
The Wet Nurse - follows the nurse as she goes through her day at the ABDL clinic.
The White Rabbit - Chapter 1, Chapter 2 - Alan finally finds a woman to dominate him online, but quickly finds himself tumbling down the rabbit hole...
You Should Smile More - Is there anything more grating than that sentence? She certainly doesn't think so. We'll see how much they're smiling when she has them wriggling back and forth on the floor in their soiled diapers...
This story was written with, by, and features the super-talented and undeniably adorable @littledreambunny! She wrote the parts from the little's perspective, and I wrote the parts from Dada's perspective. Since it's it swaps perspectives, Dada's parts start in blue and Bunny's in pink.
I catch myself glancing over to the empty passenger seat for the fourth time in five minutes, a habit that suddenly feels all wrong.
At the next stoplight, I pulled out my phone and googled it: the opposite of deja vu is jamais vu—that eerie sense of unfamiliarity for something that should be second nature.
Which makes sense. We’re driving down the same street, to the same park, to meet the same friends for a picnic we’ve had in the same spot countless times.
Yet nothing about this drive feels familiar—though I guess the cause of the unfamiliarity isn’t really a mystery.
After all, there is a perfectly understandable reason why Jenny, my longtime girlfriend, is buckled safely in the backseat instead of riding shotgun as my passenger princess.
That seat is for adults—a term that no longer describes the girl I see in my rear view mirror, nervously twisting the hem of her sundress, constantly checking if it hides the thick diaper underneath.
She's nervous because today is the first time we’re going out in public, not as boyfriend and girlfriend, but as Dada and his little Bunny.
So maybe this isn’t jamais vu.
Though the scene is undoubtedly unfamiliar—at least for now—I’m sure it won’t be long before it’s our new normal.
My bigger concern is getting her through today with minimal tantrums and meltdowns. Much easier said than done when it comes to changes like this.
Big changes lead to big feelings. And big feelings lead to tantrums if I’m not careful.
Not that I would blame her if she did, of course. Not today. Not when it’s the first time seeing all her old friends in her new status. I know it won’t be easy for her going from their equal to…well, their adorable little friend.
Her friends would never tease her–quite the opposite! They’ve been texting me like crazy, asking me about her, for pictures, and if they can bring her any presents. Since littles don’t need phones, it’s much harder for them to reach her.
Needless to say, they’re excited about the picnic.
It hasn’t been easy putting this together. Until today, Jenny was the one who planned the picnics, assigned tasks, and organized the charcuterie boards.
How were we supposed to plan our most important picnic ever when the most important person for planning was busy watching Bluey in increasingly soggy diapers?
We did manage to get some age-appropriate games and snacks for her, so she should be plenty entertained.
Though, the closer we get to the park, her fidgeting has noticeably increased…
“Are you excited to see your friends, honey? You’re looking like a squirmy squirrel back there!”
Dada’s voice floats back, warm and teasing. He calls me his squirmy squirrel again, and my cheeks flare hot right away. The kind of hot that spreads fast, like someone turned a spotlight just on my face.
I duck my head lower, trying to hide. Knees squeeze together tight. That only presses the soggy diapie harder against me. A loud crinkle-crinkle bounces around the car.
I freeze. Did he hear? Does it sound as huge to him as it does to me?
The engine is quiet now. The car has stopped. Outside the window everything looks the same as always, big shady tree, picnic blanket already down, my friends laughing and waving like it’s just another day. But it’s not.
My heart thumps hard and fast in my chest, so loud I’m scared Dada can hear it too. My tummy flips over and over, twisty and fluttery, like there are butterflies trying to get out.
I can’t do this. I really can’t.
“Nu-uh…nuh-uh…not ready yet, Dada…” My voice comes out so small, barely louder than a whisper. “My dress is too short…it doesn’t cover my diapie at all…and it’s all full and squishy…every time I move it makes noise…they’re gonna hear it…they’re gonna see…”
My fingers grab the hem of the dress. Twist. Pull down hard. The crinkles get louder, sharp and plasticky, like they’re laughing at how hard I’m trying to hide.
I squeeze my legs again, harder this time. The padding squishes back, warm and heavy. I can feel how soggy it got on the drive. How it sags just a tiny bit with every shift.
My face burns hotter. I want to curl up small and disappear under the seat.
The driver’s door opens. Gravel crunches under Dada’s shoes. My breath catches in my throat.
The back door swings wide. Sunlight rushes in, bright and warm across my face and arms. Dada crouches down right in front of me, so close I can smell his soap and feel the calm that always comes with him.
He speaks softly, something about not needing to be nervous, about how no one will tease me, about how he’s got me no matter what. His big hand slides under my chin, gentle, tilting my face up so I have to look at him.
I do. Slowly. His eyes are steady and kind and full of pride. Like being little is the best thing in the world. Like I’m perfect exactly like this, dress too short and diapie showing and all. My eyes sting a little. The scary knot inside my chest loosens, just enough to breathe again.
“O-okay…Dada…” The words shake. Tiny. “Pwease… hold my hand super duper tight? And… don’t let go? Even if I get all fidgety and silly?”
He nods, smile soft. “Always, Bunny. I even brought Sir Hops-a-Lot along, the brave wallaby ready to protect his princess. Now, take a deep breath for me…good girl! C’mon, we don’t want to keep our friends waiting.”
Dada reaches in to unbuckle me. His fingers brush my tummy, warm, careful and then he’s helping me slide out of the car. My sneakers touch the ground.
The diapie squishes loud and heavy right away. The dress rides up in the back. I yank it down fast with both hands, cheeks on fire again.
His hand is already waiting. Open. Big. Warm.
I slip my smaller hand into his. He squeezes once, firm and sure, like a promise I can hold onto. I reach back for the blanket, hug it tight against my front like armor. We start walking.
Squish. Crinkle. Squish. Crinkle. Every step.
The padding shifts and presses. Sags a tiny bit more. I tug the hem down again and again. It never feels long enough.
The blanket gets closer. My friends look up. Big smiles. They pat the spot right in the middle. One of them calls my name, happy, excited, like they’ve been waiting just for me.
I glance up at Dada. Eyes wide. Pleading.
The juxtaposition between the casual, relaxed smiles of our friends and the nervous, pleading eyes of my little Bunny is jarring. As easy as it would be to dismiss it as a necessary part of her new life, I can’t.
Not when her needy gaze calls me to action, begging me for the assurance she so desperately needs right now. For a fleeting moment, I can see both worlds in her eyes, the remnants of the big girl she’s leaving behind and the innocent, neediness of the little she’s becoming.
As we reach the edge of the blanket, I pull her close to me, hoping the closeness wordlessly conveys she’s safe with Dada–as long as she has me, everything will be okay.
Even if it’s scary.
“There she is!” Kate bubbled, waving at Jenny.
Emily shifts to make room for Jenny, patting the spot between her and Kate, beckoning their friend to sit down. “Hi sweetie! Come sit with us!”
On the other side of the blanket, Anna smiles quietly, taking in Jenny’s outfit. Caleb offers that same, laidback grin he’s known for, as he leans back on his elbows, relaxed. Toby fumbles with a bag of gummy bears before awkwardly thrusting it at Jenny.
“That outfit is so stinking cute!” Lisa beamed.
They all smile expectantly at Jenny. Not staring. Not judging.
As if they’re seeing something brand new yet strangely familiar at the same time.
I give Jenny another squeeze. Even as a big girl Jenny rarely enjoyed being the center of attention–and today, she’s the star of the show.
“Hey, everyone!” I add, hoping to give Jenny a moment to compose herself. Her hand still clings to mine, slick with sweat.
My hand is still tucked inside Dada’s, fingers damp and clinging. The diaper beneath the sundress feels impossibly present, warm, heavy, sagging just enough that every breath reminds me it’s there.
The hem of the dress brushes my thighs, too short, too thin, offering no real cover. A soft crinkle escapes when I shift my weight. Tiny. But in my ears it booms.
Heat rises again, slow and relentless. It starts behind my ears, creeps along my jaw, floods my cheeks until they feel like ripe summer peaches left too long in the sun. I duck my chin, trying to hide the flush, but it only makes the blush feel bigger, brighter, more impossible to conceal.
I was the one who used to double-check the weather, who made sure the charcuterie board had balance and color and texture.
I was the one they asked for advice, for plans, for the next step.
Now I’m standing here with my hand in Dada’s like a child crossing a busy street.
Now my dress is too short and my padding is too full and my legs won’t quite straighten the way they used to.
Now the clever, capable Jenny feels like a coat I’ve outgrown, still hanging in the closet, still mine, but no longer the one I reach for first.
The thought twists in my chest. Sharp. Sweet. Embarrassing.
A little thrilling.
I swallow. Clear my throat. Try to summon that old voice.
“H-hi,” I squeak, finding my voice, “We should… move the fruit to the shady side.”
The words come out softer than I mean them to, higher, almost questioning.
“And maybe start with Uno? It’s quick…and everyone likes it…”
They don’t laugh. They don’t correct me. Kate just nods slowly, smiling gently.
I do my best to stifle a laugh. Big or little, Jenny can’t resist giving advice about the optimal picnic setup.
“Hmm, that’s a good point, Jenny,” Kate answers, “But look, we’ve already got everything set up. Come sit?”
She pats the blanket again, the motion small, inviting.
I gently nudge Jenny forward. “Go sit with Kate, Bunny,” I whisper to her, “Besides, you don’t need to worry about all that boring planning anymore. Leave that to the big girls.”
Jenny shoots me a look somehow both mutinous and needy. Not that I blame her, but the point remains.
Littles don’t plan events or give orders to adults.
Emily reaches over without a word and places the box of animal crackers in front of the spot they’ve saved.
Anna shuffles the Uno cards with practiced ease. “Ready when you are,” she says softly.
It’s hard not to feel sentimental at a moment like this. Here, at the crossroads between two worlds, hearing our friends talk to her like the Little she is, supporting her choice to go back to babyhood.
From here, the gulf between the women they will become and the little Jenny is becoming will become an expanse. Unlike her friends, Jenny will never become a doctor, lawyer, or teacher. She’ll never get married, have children, or buy a house.
No, Jenny’s path is painted in pastels.
She’ll be my Bunny, my babygirl. Her days will be spent in the crinkly embrace of diapers, nap times, and being rocked to sleep on my lap.
Yet, one thing I know for sure is they’ll be her friend throughout it all.
I glance at Dada. His eyes hold mine, steady, warm, brimming with something that looks like pride and something softer, familiar, like the first light after a long night.
His thumb traces one slow arc across my knuckles.
The touch loosens something inside me. Not all the knots. Just one. Enough to let me take a step forward.
I lower myself carefully. Knees together. Dress smoothed as best I can. The padding compresses beneath me. A muffled squish. Warm. Heavy.
I freeze for a heartbeat, waiting for the sound to echo, for someone to notice.
No one does. Or if they do, they don’t show it.
Anna deals the first card. Caleb makes a joke about drawing four. Lisa passes me the juice box.
“Don’t drink it too fast,” Lisa suggests quietly.
Like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
I take a sip. The sweet-tart bursts on my tongue. The cracker crunches between my teeth. The cards slide across the blanket. Laughter ripples around me.
Dada’s knee brushes my back, warm, solid, present.
The old Jenny, the one who used to direct traffic and keep score, feels thinner now. Like a shadow stretching long at dusk. Still there. Still me.
But fading softly in the golden light.
And in her place, something smaller begins to stir. Quiet. Warm. Blushy. Safe.
I match a red card. Smile shyly when Anna cheers. Tug the hem of my dress one more time, a habit, useless, sweet.
The butterflies in my tummy slow their frantic wings.
I bite my lip and close my eyes as I slide into her. She tenses and squeezes around me, sending waves of pleasure shooting through my being as I fill her up.
"Fuuuuuck," I moan, "You're so fucking… tight!"
She whimpers and groans beneath me, her hands working their way to my waist, where she wraps her hands around my hips, and starts pushing me back.
"Baby," she moans as she presses her palms against my waist, gently forcing me back out of her, "It's too much."
I let out a little whimper of disappointment as I feel myself pulled from her, the pressure of her all encompassing presence suddenly absent.
My mind feels fuzzy. Animalistic. I can't understand what's happening.
"What?" I chirp out, unable to keep a desperate whine from my tone, "Too much?"
She moves her hands from my hips to my shoulders, pushing and pulling to gently guide me to my back. I comply, confused, desperate, and eager to comply with anything that will allow me release.
"You're too big," she says softly, one of her hands drift between my legs and wrapping itself around my cock, "You hurt."
She kisses my neck as she strokes me, causing me to buck and moan in need and frustration.
"But," I groan, "I… mm… I need you… I need…. gah… this!"
My thoughts are scattered as she continues to tease and play with me.
"I know, baby! I know! But you wouldn't want to hurt Mommy, would you?"
Mommy?
The unbridled desire I'm feeling as she slowly strokes my shaft lets the word easily slide out of my head.
"N… No," I choke out a response, "But, I… mm… I need…."
She smiles as she crawls on top of me, hand still gripping me hard.
"You need release. Mommy can help with that."
She kisses me before reaching into the nightstand and grabbing something dark.
I buck a little under her weight, neediness starting to overcome obedience.
"Please," I whine.
Before I know it, there is a finger on my lips as she is holding something thick, white and square in front of me.
"I know it seems silly, but, if you do what Mommy says, I promise you'll have the best little orgasm of your life!"
I raise an eyebrow as she starts to unfold the object, revealing it to be a thick, adult-sized diaper.
"Wha.." I say, sitting up to get a better look as she lays it out on the bed, "What's that?"
She sits on the middle of the puffy, white rectangle and smiles.
"The perfect way for a big boy like you to get his icky, big boy release!"
She closes her eyes and bites her lip before a loud, hissing sound comes from between her legs. I look, and see the thirsty padding of the diaper greedily drinking in the hot piss flowing from between her legs.
"Mmm! Yeah! So fucking good!" She moans as she runs her fingers through her hair.
Despite the oddity of it all, I'm incredibly turned on.
"I… You're… I…"
I can't form a coherent thought.
Watching a grown woman piss and open diaper in front of me is entrancing.
I don't need words, it turns out.
She finishes relieving herself, climbs off the diaper, and pats the bed next to it.
"Come here, big boy! Mommy made this one special for you?"
I whimper, but do as I'm told, clambering over the bed to lay my ass on the warm, wet padding of the used diaper.
She smiles in approval at my unquestioning obedience.
"Good boy," she coos before stroking my penis once, before taping me into the infantile garment.
As I realize my rock hard cock is now tucked away behind a layer of thick padding, I start to get frustrated.
"But… Why… You promised…"
I sling half-formed accusations at her from my seat on the bed.
She shakes her head in amusement.
"I did promise, baby. And Mommy always follows through with her promises! Now, lay back and let Mommy take care of you!"
She puts a hand to my chest and pushes me back before I have the chance to comply on my own.
In a moment, she produces a vibrating wand from seemingly out of nowhere, and presses it to the front of the soaked diaper taped around me.
The effect is instantaneous.
"Fuuuuuuuucccckkkkk"
The wet warm diaper and powerful vibrations feel incredible. I can't help but rock my hips into the wand.
"I told you that you would like it," she giggles at my involuntary little show, "But, now, be a good boy for Mommy and show me how you make cummies!"
I can't understand words.
I don't understand tone.
My brain is blinded with pleasure.
In a moment, my eyes roll back in my head as I'm shooting a warm, sticky load into the thick padding of the diaper.
My body tenses, then relaxes, and then everything stops.
She's laying on my chest, rubbing my softening cock through the soggy padding.
"Such a good boy for Mommy," she moans.
I shudder.
"And this is how you're going to cum for me for now on," she continues, "I mean, you don't want to hurt Mommy, would you?"
Diapers Are You: Truth, Acceptance, and Becoming Whole
You have always known. The quiet tug in your chest when you saw them. The pulse of longing that never faded. The way your mind wrapped around the thought of them even when you tried to let it go. You may have told yourself it was a habit, a fantasy, a quirk of your desires. But it has always been more than that. It has been truth.
Diapers are not something you chose. They are something that has always been part of you. Maybe you hid from it. Maybe you tried to push it away, stuffing it into the corners of your life where no one would see. Maybe you spent years wondering if you could live without them, if you should live without them. But the answer was always waiting in the silence.
There is a reason you feel at home when you wear them. A reason you crave their presence, their thickness, their softness, their security. A reason the thought of being without them stirs something uneasy inside you. Because diapers are not just something you put on. They are something you are.
And yet, for so long, you may have resisted. You may have believed the world’s voice over your own. You may have thought that denying this truth would make it disappear. But truth does not vanish. It lingers. It waits. It returns in dreams, in quiet moments, in the way your body aches for what it has always known. The only question is whether you will accept it.
Acceptance is not about giving in. It is about becoming whole. It is about recognizing that you were never broken, never wrong, never something to be fixed. The world taught you to doubt yourself, to second-guess your desires, to believe that something so deep and undeniable must be unnatural. But the world was wrong. There is nothing more natural than aligning with who you truly are.
Diapers are not just an object. They are identity. They shape the way you move, the way you think, the way you feel safe and seen. They are the rhythm of your body, the embrace of comfort and surrender, the language of something deeper than words.
Because diapers are not separate from you. They are you.
So stop resisting. Stop second-guessing. Stop thinking of this as something outside yourself, something you allow or deny. Take hold of what you have always known. Let it settle into your bones. Let it become as natural as breath, as certain as gravity, as undeniable as your own reflection.
You are not indulging. You are not escaping. You are becoming. And you have always been.
"Is Nora wearing a pull-up? I thought you guys were pretty much done re-potty training?”
Claire and Nadia were sat in two comfortable porch chairs, watching Nora and Freddy doodle with chalk all over the back porch overlooking the garden. Nora was laying on her stomach and her top had ridden up, revealing a purple pull-up waistband from the top of her shorts. Freddy was sat on his bottom, adding stripes to his tiger. Even though he was in overalls it wasn't hard to tell he had a diaper on underneath.
"Yeah, she is," said Claire, "And she is pretty much potty trained at this point. Except for poop."
"So, like halfway?"
"Sure, halfway. It's funny, when we started all this, the last thing she wanted to do was poop in her diapers. Now I can't get her to stop!"
The two shared a laugh and nibbled on the sliced fruit they'd brought outside. Nadia clicked open a fresh can of flavored sparkling water.
"I guess it's not really her fault though," Claire started up again, "I think it just takes her a long time, and she doesn't always know when she's done. She'll sit on the potty for fifteen minutes, get up, then five minutes later come sniffling to me with soiled pants. For now it's just easier to let her have a pull-up."
"You don't think she's doing it on purpose?" asked Nadia.
"Well..." Claire trailed off as Nora approached her, "Do you need something baby? Have to go potty?"
Nora shook her head and sat in Claire's lap. She reached for an apple slice and caught Nadia smiling at her. She blinked bashful eyes back.
"That's a very pretty butterfly you've been working on, Nora," she said.
Nora lit up. "Thank you! I saw one just like it at the museum last week. Now I want to see one in real life.”
"At least you have your drawing for now."
"Until it rains."
"Right, until it rains."
Nadia turned her attention towards Freddy, and Claire brushed Nora's hair away from her ears.
“Are you sure you don't have to go potty? You're pretty wiggly here on my lap." She murmured softly
"No!" Nora said, a little too loud.
"You almost have enough stars this week to get a prize," Claire said in a sing-songy voice.
"I don't have to. I'm going to play over there," Nora pointed towards the far end of the garden where there were a few raised beds with climbing vines of sugar snap peas and tomatoes.
She pushed herself off Claire's lap and lumbered down the wooden steps of the deck.
"Did you hear that, Freddy? A prize! Do you think you'd ever want to learn how to use the potty and earn prizes?" Nadia said to Freddy, who was now in her lap.
Freddy blushed and shrugged his shoulders but said, "I've used the potty before..."
"That was a long time ago, sweetie. I didn't ask if you did then, I asked if you want to now," replied Nadia.
Freddy gave a little shake of his head and rested it on Nadia's shoulder, putting his middle and pointer fingers in his mouth. Nadia sipped her sparkling water and cupped the back of his head with one hand and pet his hair with the other.
There was a comfortable silence as they all enjoyed the warm spring air and sweet smell of honeysuckles wafting through. Freddy's eyes started to look heavy and his gaze grew bleary.
"Remember when you asked if she does it on purpose? Look," said Claire eventually, pointing out towards the vegetable beds.
"No way," Nadia said, and she leaned forward slightly, careful not to jostle Freddy.
Nora was squatting down beside the plants. She was slightly concealed by the growing veggies, but the shape of her body, low to the ground with her knees bent was unmistakable. Her fists were clenched at her sides and she was rocking in place slightly. She shifted and widened her stance, stayed like that for a few moments, then promptly stood up and looked from side to side.
Claire and Nadia quickly looked away so Nora wouldn't think her whole act had been carefully obsevred. Claire resisted the urge to whistle like a cartoon character.
"I think she had already gone a little when they were drawing. Then when she was in my lap I could tell she really had to go. She totally thinks she's being slick by finding a hiding spot. The whole "if I can't see them, they can't see me" thing. Sometimes she comes out here, sometimes she goes into the laundry room, once I found her pretending to be fixing wires under the desk in her office," said Claire.
"I can't believe her! Do you punish her for it?" exclaimed Nadia.
"Eh...I have to admit I kind of love it," said Claire sheepishly.
"You sick freak," Nadia said playfully.
Nora had made her way back up the stairs and on to the porch. Chalk dust and grass stains decorated the front of her shorts.
She tugged on Claire's shirt sleeve and said, "Mommy!"
"Is that how you get my attention when I'm talking to someone?" said Claire.
"Uh...excuse me, Mommy? Can you please help me with something?”
"Sure!" said Claire cheerfully. She stared up at Nora pretending like she didn’t know perfectly well what she needed, and blinked.
Nadia had to cover her mouth to conceal her snicker.
"Uhm. Inside."
Nora's gait was awkward and wide. She squirmed uncomfortably in front of the two mommies and started to reach one hand around to her bottom. She stopped herself before she could mush the ball in the back of her pull-up, remembering who she was in front of. Instead, she redirected her arm to give her shorts an awkward and sudden tug.
"Oh, sweetie, is something wrong in your- I mean is something wrong with your shorts? You look uncomfortable," said Nadia with a faux concerned pout.
Nora let out a sort of choked squeak and felt heat creep over her ears and cheeks.
“Now, please, Mommy?” She whined.
Claire let out a dramatic sigh and stood up like it caused her great effort.
“Of course, my love,” She said.
She put one hand on Nora’s lower back to guide her towards the screen door. Her other hand was tracing the outline of the subtle bulge protruding from under the denim. Claire turned over her shoulder to look at Nadia and smiled with her teeth. She pushed her palm down and rotated her hand side to side.
The sudden movement made Nora squeak out loud this time, right as she crossed the threshold into the house. Claire was still looking at Nadia who was finally losing all control of her laughter.
With a roll of her eyes and smug smile Claire stepped after Nora inside and pulled the screen door shut behind her.
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