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Since you love your diapers so much, you wouldn't mind wearing the one you just took off as a mask, would you?
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Someone Needs a Nap
Layla sat cross-legged on the thick, colorful playmat in the living room, the late-morning sunlight filtering through the blinds and casting soft stripes across the alphabet blocks scattered around you. The mat crinkled faintly every time you shifted your weight. She jingled a bright, colorful rattle inches from your face, her voice light and singsong. “Shakey-shakey, widdle baybee! Show me how you jingle and jiggle!”
You stared at the rattle, jaw tight around your pacifier, refusing to reach for it. The heavy, loaded mess in the seat of your diaper had been there for well over an hour now. It had started warm during your earlier ‘play’, but it had now cooled into a thick, sticky weight that squished and clung with every small movement. You knew the smell had to be noticeable, no way she couldn’t smell it, but the rule was ironclad: Littles don’t ask for changes. They wait. You huffed through your nose instead, cheeks puffed out in quiet protest.
Layla set the rattle down, trying something else, picking up the stacking ring toy, holding up a bright blue ring. “What color is this one, sweetie? Can you tell Mommy? Bwoo? Say it with me! Bwoooo!”
You tried your best not to roll your eyes, taking the ring and slipping it over the yellow rod. No response. Your pacifier bobbed as you suckled, trying to ignore the way the mush shifted when you leaned forward.
“Awww!” Mommy tilted her head, eyes wide with exaggerated concern. “What’s da matturr, widdle one?” She leaned in closer, her nose wrinkling just for a second before she smoothed it away with a bright smile. The smell was definitely there, you could tell by the brief pause, but she breezed right past it. “Somewon is awffwee fussy today! Is my little guy having a tough morning? Huh??”
You huffed again, louder this time, crossing your arms over your chest. The diaper sagged heavily between your thighs, the tapes straining.
“Is widdle baybee thirsty? Is that why he’s so gwumpy?” She reached for the sippy cup you’d knocked over earlier. The bright red liquid sloshed inside. Cranberry juice. She knew you hated the tart, metallic taste of fucking Cranberry juice.
You didn’t even think. Your hand shot out and swatted the cup hard. It flew across the mat, juice splashing in a sticky arc over the blocks and onto the edge of the playmat.
Layla’s expression changed instantly. The sweet, playful Mommy voice vanished completely.
"That's it." She said, her voice low and sharp. "I've had it! You've been acting like a little brat all morning."
She started counting off on her fingers, her tone growing colder with every point.
“You were fussy and impossible in your highchair, spitting out your food, wriggling and whining and making a mess like a spoiled little shit. Then you spent the rest of the morning crying and complaining about your cock cage like a pathetic, entitled man-baby. 'iT's sO uNfAiR'!! iT's tOo tiGht!! i cAn'T tAkE iT aNyMoRe!!' Wahh wahh wahh!." She mocked in a high-pitched, whiny voice.. "You kept spitting your pacifier out the second I turned away. You’ve been talking back to me all day, and not even using your baby-babble either!" Her voice carried a mix of disbelief and genuine offense, "You’ve already had two time-outs and a spanking today, and now you’re ignoring me during playtime and knocking things over like a defiant little terror.”
Layla let the heavy silence hang in the air for a moment, crossing her arms while she leered at me.
“I think someone needs a nap.”
Before you could react, her fingers clamped around your wrist with a vice-like grip. She stood, yanking you up with her.The sudden upward pull made the heavily loaded diaper droop and sag dramatically between your legs. The full, sticky weight pulled downward, peeling slightly away from your skin before settling even heavier and messier than before.
You waddled beside her down the hallway, cheeks burning, the thick padding forcing your thighs apart. Fine, you thought, clinging to a small flicker of relief despite how vicious and cold she was being. At least I’ll finally get out of this fucking diaper. She’ll change me, tuck me in, and I can reset.
The nursery door flew open. The familiar scent of baby powder and lavender oils greeted you. On pure habit, you immediately waddled toward the changing table, already reaching up to climb onto the padded surface, eager for relief.
But Layla’s grip stayed firm around your wrist, stopping you mid-step. “Uh… what do you think you’re doing?”
You froze, mumbling around the pacifier, confused. “I… d-diapy ch-change?”
She let out a short, disbelieving scoff and folded her arms across her chest. The cool, unimpressed look in her eyes made your stomach twist. “What makes you think you deserve one of those? You act like a total shithead all day, and you actually expect me to change your poopy diaper??”
The words landed like a slap. You shifted on your feet, the mess squishing again. “I.. I was just uncomfortable… it’s yucky an-and—”
“Just because you have a dirty diaper does NOT mean you get to act like a spoiled little brat.” Her voice stayed calm, almost bored, but there was steel underneath. She didn’t move toward the wipes or powder. She just stood there, arms crossed, watching you quiver in front of the changing table you weren’t allowed to climb on.
You blinked rapidly, feeling your eyes begin to water. The last traces of defiance drained out of you in an instant. “B-but… it’s really messy…”
“Too fucking bad,” Layla said flatly, her voice ice-cold and completely detached. “You made that stinky present, and now you get to cuddle with it for all of naptime.”
She stepped past you to the crib, flipped the latch with a practiced flick, and slid the wooden railing down with a heavy clack. The plastic-covered mattress gleamed under the soft nursery light. She patted it twice like a judge with a gavel. “Up.”
Your face burned hot. Your body felt small and shaky. Your voice dropped to a meek whisper. “M-mommy… please? I’ll be good…”
“Too late for that, baby.” She gripped your wrist again, firmer this time, and tugged you over to the edge of the crib. The messy diaper flopped and swayed with every reluctant step, the cooled load shifting heavily against your skin.
You were already slipping deep into submissive headspace. Your cheeks flushed deeper, eyes turning glassy. “I’m sorry, Mommy… I didn’t mean to be bad…”
“I know you’re sorry,” she replied, sounding completely unmoved. “But sorry doesn’t earn you a clean diaper.”
It was sinking in now, really sinking in. She was serious. No change. No wipes. Just… this.
“Go on.” She nodded toward the mattress and delivered a firm, encouraging swat to the seat of your bulging diaper, making the mush spread wider, pressing it intimately against you.
Your chin quivered as you climbed up. The second your bottom settled onto the crib mattress, the loaded diaper squished loudly against the plastic sheet. You cringed hard, a tiny embarrassed squeak escaping around your pacifier as the warm, sticky mess redistributed, coating more of your skin.
Tears welled up instantly, spilling over. “I’m s-s-sorry Mommy! I’m so s-so sorry! Please change me! PLEASE!”
The words came out muffled and pathetic through the pacifier, but desperation made you keep going, as if that might somehow fix it.
Mommy didn’t react with sympathy. She reached into the corners of the crib for the restraints she hadn’t used in weeks. The soft leather cuffs dangled from short chains anchored to the frame. You didn’t fight as she took your wrists and buckled them snugly. Left, then right. Then your ankles. The chains gave you only a few inches of movement. You could wiggle, but you couldn’t reach down to touch or adjust the front of your diaper. The realization made fresh tears roll down your cheeks.
You spat the pacifier out, letting it drop onto your chest. Switching to the babytalk she usually loved, you pleaded, “I’ll be a good boy! I’ll dwink all my juice! I’ll stack all da bwocks! I’ll pway patty cakes! Pweez, Mommy! PWEEEZ!!”
She picked up the discarded pacifier and set it aside. Instead, she opened the drawer below the crib and pulled out the oversized one. The thick, bulbous silicone one with the locking strap. Your eyes widened.
“I’m sorry sweetie,” she said, but her expression held no real remorse. Just that cool, distant authority. “But this is the bed you made for yourself, so now you have to lay in it.”
She pushed the oversized pacifier against your lips. You opened automatically, but the thick bulb forced your jaw wide, stretching your mouth full. The silicone filled you completely, pressing down on your tongue. She buckled the strap behind your head, tight enough to keep it secure. The familiar pacifier was gone, this one turned every sound into a muffled, helpless noise.
“Nap time, little one.” She planted one cool kiss on your sweaty forehead, then pulled the miniature blanket up over your body, tucking the edges neatly. The stupid teddy bear was shoved gently under your armpit. “Maybe three hours in a full diaper will reset you a bit.”
Your eyes widened in panic. A desperate, high-pitched whine escaped around the thick pacifier as the reality crashed down on you. You immediately started struggling, yanking hard against the wrist and ankle restraints. The chains rattled loudly as you twisted and pulled, bucking your hips and kicking your legs as much as the short tethers would allow.
“Mmmph! Mmmphhh!” you cried desperately, the oversized pacifier turning your pleas into pathetic, muffled noises. Tears poured down your face as you thrashed. "MMMPH!!! MMPPPPHHHH!!"
Every frantic movement made the heavy, sticky mess in your diaper shift and squish obscenely. The cooled load smeared further across your skin, pressing into every crease, the mush spreading warmer and more disgustingly with each tug and wiggle. The more you fought, the worse it got, but you couldn’t stop. Panic had taken over.
Layla simply watched you with that same cold, detached expression, completely unmoved by your breakdown.
You kept struggling, sobbing around the giant pacifier, chains clattering, the messy diaper loudly squelching with every desperate motion. The humiliation burned through you, but the fear of three long hours trapped like this was stronger.
Mommy reached for the crib railing and lifted it with a solid, final click, locking it into place. The bars rose smoothly, sliding up between you and the rest of the nursery. From the other side she looked down at you: wrists and ankles restrained, thick messy diaper prominently on display beneath the blanket, face streaked with tears and flushed with humiliated submission.
“Mommy will be back to check on you later,” she said calmly. Then, with the faintest smirk, she added, “Maybe…”
She flicked on the overhead mobile. The colorful animals began to spin slowly, playing their soft, mocking lullaby, twinkling notes that felt far too cheerful for your situation.
“Sleep tight,” she whispered. She reached through the bars one last time, pressing her palm firmly against the front of your diaper and giving it a slow, deliberate squish. The mess shifted everywhere, warm and clinging. “Don’t let the diaper rash bite.”
"Look! Lookie, Tina – see how pretty I look now? Don' you like my pretty new clothes?"
Weak hands clutched instinctively at the thin wire bars. Cuffs clinked softly against the kneeling girl's metallic confines. A rustle and crinkle sounded through the room as she wriggled and bounced rhythmically in place. And from her came the most indescribable sound: a confused, mewling whimper, like a hungry kitten who no longer knew where she was or what she wanted.
Which was actually pretty accurate.
Not that her bubbly visitor noticed, of course. "See?" Abigail enthused in her bright, innocent babble. "They gave me a brand-new outfit, jus' for being a good girl! I learned all my shapes, an' colors, an' aminals, an', an'…" she trailed off, eyes clouding as she struggled to remember. "An' they said I could go now an' be a big girl an' dance for a performance! In front of a big ol' camera an' everything!"
The wide, confused eyes staring up into her visitor's beaming face blinked, then drifted wonderingly down over the purple lingerie top before her. Was that a flicker of envy deep in those dark eyes? Perhaps so… but it passed as her eyes slid over the bulging purple of her visitor's well-diapered posterior. That, at least, was familiar. The caged little kitten knew that sight well… for was it not the very same sort of garment that she wore herself?
"Puh- puh-wetty," came her soft whisper, and her fingers were stretching through the bars to brush against the tantalizing garter belt and stockings her visitor was flaunting. "Pwitty…" At which the innocent smile on Abigail's face only widened. "I know – they're super pretty! I'm such a big girl in my pretty princess clothes! I bet you wish you could wear some too, huh?"
Tina's dark eyes clouded, dropping shamefully down over her exposed, naked breasts to the simple, unadorned bulk of her own matching lavender diaper. Gone forever were all coherent memories of how she and Abigail had been friends once: partners in crime, sentenced to rehabilitation together in this new facility that promised to train them for gainful employment. In their place were fragments of disconnected thoughts, strung together solely by the hypnotic phrases that resounded in her mind every day and every night…
Good pet. Obedient pet. Submissive little pet.
But her friend was prattling on once more. "Being a big girl is so much more fun than being a little kitty, Tina! I'm so glad I'm not a dumb little kitty like you…" She giggled and thrust her padded rear out as if for emphasis. "I'm gonna dance, and sing, and show everyone how pretty I am! A pretty little princess. A pretty, prissy little- princess…"
But suddenly, as if her mind had snagged upon some hidden bug, Tina's formerly bubbly speech grew halting… mechanical… monotone. Her eyes glazed involuntarily, her posture growing rigid as her lips formed the words that were suddenly overspreading her mind like clouds over a darkening sky. "Prissy… pissy… princess. Pud-dle pants… Pissy- little- pud-dle pants…"
And beneath her halting words came the hissing rush of hot urine into the pastel bulk of a diaper. Or rather, two diapers.
For the pair of brown eyes staring up at her had also clouded, caught up in the same unfortunate trigger phrase that rippled through her mind and unleashed the hypnotic mantras burned into it. "Puh-dull… pants…" Tina breathed, her naked body sagging limply against the bars of her cage. "Puh-dull… pants… pet…"
What a picture they made: two young women, partners in crime now become partners in padding. For despite the very different roles which they had been forced to adopt, the hypnotic training they had received contained common triggers: triggers that ensured that whether prancing princess or cuffed kitten, neither girl would ever again be entirely the mistresses of their own bladders.
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Another from the archive! We're not on Patreon anymore, but you can check out lots more prose stories on Ream: https://reamstories.com/paddedlittleparadise.
I know you think wearing diapers will be embarrassing
But it is less embarrassing to pre your pampers than it is to pee your pants
I already brought them sweetie so I am not giving you a choice here
Oh sweetie I know you feel shame at having to use and mess your diapers
But over time you will get used to it
Come on. Be a good baby boy and lay down for Mommy
See I can tell you like to be put in diapers really. Look at you standing to attention for Mommy
But no Mommy hasn’t got time to play with you and you know you are not allowed to play with yourself
So you will just have to put up with Mr Stiffy until he goes all limp and small again
Maybe if you are a good boy today Mommy will give you a treat later and let you hump one of your stuffies or getting out her magic wand so that you can make sticky spurties in your diaper
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The wonderful Charlie McGee
Every time you see a diaper or plastic pants, whether in an advertisement or on television you will wet yourself instantly.
If you see a packet of diapers in a shop or hear the word diapers or nappy you will find that your bladder contracts and you will wet yourself immediately.
Every time you feel pee flow into your diapers you will love the feel of it ans you will feel sexually aroused.
This will help remind you that you need your diapers absolutely all the time and that you love the feeling they give you.
You will feel very happy that you are able to enjoy your diapers so much and you will not feel any guilt or shame.
You know that you need diapers all of the time and it is a mandatory requirement for you every day.
You will always try to find the bulkiest diapers you can so you can wet all day and all night long.
You will adore that feeling of a large bulky diaper between your legs that is warm and wet and soaked.
The more they get fuller and fuller and swell up between your legs and around your crotch the more you will enjoy
The more pee your diapers have in them, the more you will love it. Only when you diaper is thoroughly soaked may you have it changed for you or changed yourself
Look sweetie, I think it's time to come to terms with the fact that you've been frequently wetting your pants and things aren't getting any better.
You are with a strong independent alpha female who calls the shots. Sometimes that means I have to raise my voice and assert myself over you.
This always prompts a reaction of fear inside you and temporarily paralyses your bladder muscles causing you to accidentally pee your pants.
This is natures way of showing you that you are submissive to me, whether you want to be or not.
There is only one way to help a submissive boy who can't keep his pants dry... I need to put you in diapers! Yes, all of your boxers will be replaced with soft, pink, thick princess diapers. That way when I start yelling at you, all of your pee pee will be contained in your diaper instead of soaking your pants.
There is nothing better to teach young boys how weak, submissive and obedient they are than to let them experience the feeling of a warm wet diaper between their legs.
Also, there will be no more pussy for you.
As soon as you feel a warm squishy diaper wrapped around your package, You will be overwhelmed with a with a sudden urge to ejaculate which you will be helpless to stop.
There, in your wet diaper, you will shoot buckets of premature loser cum while whimpering and looking at my big tits. As soon as you are spent you will feel that soggy diaper and you will KNOW that I am the boss of you!
This is the future for you. So you better get used to it
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Your eyes widened in fear as you realized that they had planned this out from the start. You sit there trying to cover yourself as best as possible, the only clothing you currently have on is the pink thong that your crush was just wearing. Without even realizing it, the girls took your clothes and hid them somewhere. With their quick action you stood there nearly naked and afraid, not knowing what else they're going to do with you. "Ok I think its time that we play Truth or Dare but you~ are the only one being asked Truth or Dare." A girl said while teasing you. "Truth or Dare? And I should remind you that if you don't say dare, we won't talk to you anymore, and if we won't talk to you then there is no need for us to keep these pictures to ourselves! We'll show the whole class and even the entire campus of you in your pretty little thong!" Another girl chimed in.
"D-Dare..." You don't know what else they have in mind for you but you stopped having a real choice in this the moment you walked into their house. "I dare you to swap the rest of the clothes with your crush!" *snap* Another picture was taken.
"I dare you to let us do your makeup!" *snap* Another picture was taken. "I dare you to let us put you in this tiny pink chastity cage!" *snap* Another picture was taken. "I dare you to pose with your drivers license and student ID!" *snap* Another picture was taken. "I dare you to buy us some snacks for tonight! We're going to need it for the things we want to do to you now..." Teary eyed, you walk out of the house in your new pink getup, as the girls smack your ass every time you pass them to reach the door. "If we don't see you back in an hour, we're going to post all of these pictures to the class group chat! Don't be late!" [Present Time]
You walk around the store isle picking out the snacks the girls wanted you to buy them as you try your best to ignore the stares that everyone is giving you. Your only hope now is that they'll get bored of you and let you go... but little did you know, their last victim was someone who was under their control for years... they only got out when one of the girls began dating them. So, the other girls began seeking out a new person to prey on, and they chose you! This one's a long one... let me know if you like this type of caption or if you prefer short sweet ones more!