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The Keyholder

"Coochie-coochie-coo!! Ahh-coochie-coochie-coo!! Whose da most adorwable widdle man-baybee in da whole wide world?? Who is it?! Huh?? Who is it??"

She dangled the stupid ring of rainbow plastic keys right in front of my burning face, letting them swing like a taunting pendulum. Each jingle felt like a slap to whatever scraps of adult dignity I had left. She knew exactly how much the infantilizing tone shredded me...and she loved watching it happen.

“D'awww!! look at youuuu! Look at Mommy’s big, helpless, padded princess all squirmy and desperate in his crinkly diapee! Does my sweet baybee boy see something he wikes? Hmm? Does he?”

She swung the keys closer, letting them brush the tip of my nose before snatching them back with a playful giggle. Her eyes sparkled with pure, wicked delight.

“Ohhh nooo…is something wongg??" she gasped in mock surprise, pressing a manicured hand to her chest. "Are these not the keys you wanted, sweetie-pie? These silly, jangly baybee keys that go clickity-clack and jingle-jingle-jingle? Silly me! I thought my widdle locked-up loser only wanted pretty plastic toys to play with!” She tilted her head, batting her lashes like she was genuinely puzzled. “You’re...you're not still thinking about these big, scary metal keys Mommy’s keeping nice and warm between her boobies, are you? Because those are for real grown-up boys! Not for silly little diaper messers like you!”

I whimpered, the sound coming out high, broken, and pathetic. The real keys—the ones that could finally free my aching, denied cock—were tucked right there in her cleavage, glinting just enough to torture me. My hips twitched uselessly, my cage throbbing inside the padding in protest.

“P-please, Mommy…” I tried, but she cut me off with a theatrical gasp.

“Uh-uh-uh!" She tutted, wagging her finger "No big-boy words, princess. If you want these special keys soooo badly, you’re gonna have to earn them the only way a baybee like you can. I want the most ridiculous, drooly, adorable baybee babbles you’ve ever made. I want raspberries. I want goo-goo ga-ga’s so silly they make me laugh till I cry. I want you waving those useless little mitten paws like you’re trying to fly to the moon. I want drool running down your chin, legs kicking in the air, the whole nine yards! Show Mommy how pathetic her locked-up diaper boy can be, and maybe—just maybe—I’ll think about it.”

My face burned hotter than the sun. But the ache between my legs and the way her voice wrapped around me like warm honey made resistance impossible. I hesitated at first, clinging to my last shred of dignity, but eventually the throbbing ache in my balls won out. I lifted my mittened hands and started flapping them wildly in front of my face like a little bird.

“Goo goo! Ga ga! Ma-ma! Ba-ba-baaa!” I whimpered in the highest, most ridiculous pitch I could manage. Spit flew from my lips as I blew the wettest, longest raspberry I’d ever made—ppppppbbbbbtttt!—right into the air. Drool immediately started sliding down my chin in a shiny trail. I didn’t wipe it. Just let rain across my chin and cheeks instead.

I rolled onto my back, kicking my padded legs up high in frantic bicycle kicks. The diaper crinkled so loudly it echoed off the nursery walls. “Ah-goo! Ah-goo-goo! Pwease pwease pwease, Mommy! Bay-bee need keys! Wittle baby so hawny in his diapee! Pppppbbbbbtttt! Goo-goo-ga-ga-goo!”

In a desperate attempt to earn more performance points, I flopped over onto my tummy, shoved my face into the mat, lifted my bottom high in the air and wiggled it back and forth like a happy puppy while still babbling nonsense. “Ma-ma! Ba-ba-ba! Wuv you Mommy! Pwease keys! Pwease unlocky!! Drooly bay-bee! Cage so tight! Wahhh-wahh!!!”

When I finally looked up, panting, drooling, chest heaving, my stomach plummeted. Mommy had her phone raised the whole time. The white light shining like a bright sign to show she'd been filming the whole thing.

Mommy clapped her hands together in delighted, mocking applause, her voice dripping with exaggerated sweetness. “Oh my goooodness gracious! Look at that wittle tushie shaking! And those silly mitten waves! Who’s Mommy’s most ridiculous, drooly, desperate little diaper dumper, huh?? Is it you? Is it youuuu? Awww, you’re making such a big mess of yourself! Look at all that drool! Look at how pathetic you look!!”

I cringed in shame, head hung low, but despite it all, I was proud of my little performance. I looked up at her hopefully, drool still dripping down my chin.

She tilted her head and her eyes danced across the ceiling, she even tapped her lip to show that she was pretending to think. "Hmm...that was pretty good..." she mused, then shrugged. “But…i'm afraid it wasn’t quite good enough, sweetie." Her eyes twinkled with mischief. "Not for the real keys. I think Mommy needs to see even more desperation next time.”

My heart sank. A pathetic whine escaped me, like a dog denied its treat.

“Awww, don’t cry, my precious little padded prince!” she cooed, stroking my hair with one hand while still dangling the plastic keys with the other. “Mommy’s got a special consolation prize for her brave little babbler. Here… you can try these keys instead. Go on, take them, honey. Show Mommy how you’d unlock yourself if you were a big boy.”

Before I could even process it, she reached down, popped the tapes on my diaper with two quick rips, and peeled the front down. The cool air hit me instantly. My diaper was absolutely drenched, the entire front was dark yellow and sagging heavily. And there, completely exposed, was my steel chastity cage. My balls were swollen into large, purple plums. The tip of my denied cock was pressed hard against the end of the tube, leaking a steady, humiliating ropes of clear precum that ran down the cage and soaked into the already-wet padding beneath me. It glistened obscenely under the nursery lights. I looked so completely broken, purple, throbbing, and utterly helpless.

“Awww, would you look at that leaky little mess!” Mommy cooed, voice dripping with fake sympathy, then she pressed the plastic keys into my mittened hands. "Here, why dont you try to unlock yourself, sweetie! You never know...maybe one of these silly keys will actually work!" She inclined her head and gave me a firm look. One that told me I better play her little game for her amusement if I knew what was good for me. She lifted her phone again, and aimed it at me once more.

With a defeated sigh, I fumbled with the keys as much as my useless mittens would allow. Eventually, I managed to press one against the tiny lock with a clack. Nothing, of course. But I did it again anyway, more out of frustration than anything. Clack clack clack.

“Awww! Looks like that wasn’t the one…” she tsked, lips pursed in exaggerated disappointment. “Maybe try another, baby. Mommy’s rooting for you!”

I whimpered and whined pathetically as I performed another pitiful display for her. Fumbling the stupid plastic keys until i had one pressed between my mittens so I could pretend to give it an honest shot at unlocking me. Even with how futile the exercise was, my caged cock still twitched and bobbed in anticipation each time I pressed the plastic against it. Like it was too dazed to even understand. It just wanted out. But instead it had to endure this cruel torture.

Every clumsy attempt made the cage bounce and more precum ooze out in a fresh drip. I looked utterly ridiculous, drool still on my chin, soaked diaper open like a flag of surrender, mittens flapping as I poked at my own locked-up, leaking genitals.

Mommy’s giggles bubbled up brighter with every futile clack. “Ohhh, listen to that little symphony! Clack-clack-clack… drip-drip-drip… Poke-poke-poke! Look how swollen those poor balls are! So purple and tight and so full. And still nothing opens. Isn’t it just the cutest thing?? My big strong husband, reduced to drooling and leaking while he pokes his own cage with baybee toys… poor widdle guy!!"

She leaned in closer, the phone still rolling, her tone dipping into something sharper, sweeter, more cutting.

“Maybe if I hadn’t found a key to another woman’s apartment on your ring, we wouldn’t be in this little situation now, would we?? Hmm? Maybe if my husband hadn’t been sneaking around into someone else’s front door… Mommy wouldn’t have had to take away the only key that really matters. The one to your pathetic, leaky little pee-pee!”

The words landed like a slap. My stomach twisted. Heat flooded my face anew. The plastic key I’d been fumbling slipped again, landing in the sodden landscape of my diaper. My cock gave one last helpless throb, another thick rope of precum sliding free, but the shame burned hotter than the ache.

I couldn’t hold it back anymore. The babbling spilled out before I could stop it. High, broken and desperate.

“Pwease… Mommy… pwease…” My voice cracked into that humiliating infantile whine, mittens flapping weakly. “Pwease… pwease open for bay-bee… I sowwy… I so sowwy… no more bad boy… just Mommy’s bay-bee… pwease unlocky… pwease pwease pwease…”

The words tumbled faster, wet and garbled around the drool still coating my chin. “Goo goo… ma-ma… bay-bee need keys… weal keys… no more secwets… pwease Mommy… I be good… I be good widdle bay-bee fowevew… pppbbbttt… pwease open cage… pwease…”

I kept poking anyway. Clack, clack, clack. Each useless jab punctuated by another whimper, another plea, another fresh drip. The mittens slapped against my thighs, the keys kept sliding, and my whole body shook with the effort of debasing myself further, trying to erase what I’d done with sheer, ridiculous surrender.

Mommy’s smile widened, slow and satisfied, like she’d been waiting for exactly this collapse.

“That’s it, princess,” she cooed softly, almost tenderly. “Let it all out. Tell Mommy how sorry you are. Keep babbling, keep leaking, keep poking like the pathetic little diaper boy you are. Show the camera what real remorse looks like.”

I didn’t stop. The words kept coming. Goo goo's, pweases, sowwy's, ma-ma's, all mixed with wet raspberries and broken sobs, until finally the last key slipped from my useless mittens and clattered onto my wet, throbbing balls with a final, pathetic tinkle.

She tapped the screen her phone a few times, and I heard the unmistakable swoosh of a message being sent.

“We’ll see what my girlfriends decide. Maybe they will think your pathetic little baybee babble and apology is enough” she said sweetly. “Or maybe your little followers on Tumblr will have mercy on you. But judging by the last few polls… I wouldn’t get your hopes up, princess.”

She snapped the same cold, wet diaper back up tight over my still-leaking, still-throbbing cage with a few rips and crackly crinkles. "But until then..." she scooped the plastic keys back up, going right back to giggling and cooing once more.

“Coochie coochie coo! No coochie or goo goo’s for youuuu!”

babydou17

The importance of Bibs

Bibs are underrated. It’s a fact. In our community, we often hear about and see pictures displaying Pamps, pacis and onesies which definitely are a main part of this lifestyle. However, the power of bibs should not be ignored.

As a 24/7 Daddy, I do rely on them and find them particularly useful and cute when on my little guy. So, what types of bibs are there and why should you consider using them?

The food bib: The usual one. A life saver for caregivers. If you’re into baby food, it is a must have. If you’re into normal food, then there should be less trouble, but use one just in case. It’s never hurt anyone! My little one has not eaten without a bib in months and his onesies and pajamas thank me for it everyday. Those clothes are expensive and we wouldn’t want any baby bolognese to stain those pretty white pajamas, would we? It also allows me to have a bit of fun when feeding him and *purposely* miss his mouth a few times. Makes for very cute pictures every time… Shhh, don’t tell him anything or he could get fussy.😉

You can use a fabric one if you think the meal won’t be too messy, or a plastic one if a bigger mess is anticipated. Plastic ones also have a receptacle so that we don’t waste any of this baby food. Missed it the first time Kiddo? No worries, right back into your mouth!

The baba bib: This one can be smaller, worn for a shorter amount of time and for occasional dribbles. It is here to create a whole routine around bottle-feeding but isn’t generally needed. However, you want it on for peace of mind so that both Daddy and little one can enjoy this very very special moment without any worry. Can also be useful when it’s "burpie time", of course.

The drool bib: I added this one to my little Pamperpacker’s outfits recently. In 2026, actually. One of my goals was to see him more drooly. I think it’s extremely cute and is the symbol of absolute regression. So from now on, every afternoon in his playpen must be spent with a bib around his neck to catch any drooly mess coming from under his paci. You know me, there’s a reward at the end of the week/month if this bib ends up wet constantly over a certain period of time.

Results? I’ve got a drooly little guy when I come back from work almost every day!

The arts and crafts bib/ smock: A bib can be used for painting or drawing activities. Ideally, a smock can be better but if that’s all you have, it will do half the job and that’s better than nothing.

In any case, a bib will make any picture of your little one even cuter. If you enjoy this lifestyle occasionally it may be the perfect accessory to make any little Pamperfiller enter in little space instantly.

My little guy’s situation is a bit different since he is always in this headspace, so bibs have just become a normality and a necessity and I’m very happy about it 😉

- Daddy

destinedfordiapers

Destined's Diaper Boy Compendium

Here you go, diaper boys. A nearly complete list of every MDLB caption I have ever written. There are some I didn't add, but I've written a lot and I got tired of finding them all.

I'm also not gonna go through an make them all cute and colorful like the DDLG/MDLG one. Or rate them with Chilies. I did organize them thematically, though.

So, here you go. Read to your heart's content.

babycandice

This is for all Sissy baby's! You must Share

And this message is for all caretakers/mistresses/Dom's. This is us saying NO!

You can not put Baby in the corner!

You can not humiliate us in front of your friends!

You can not punish us with spankings or extra time in messy diapers.

You can not deny our urges we are adults (stomps foot).

You can not keep us this way and dress us how you want!

We have a voice!

And this message comes from all Sissy Baby's yes that's right your sissy baby girl to the one you are looking at or are locked in their nursery. So listen to us!

(🤭 to all fellow sissy baby's by sharing you accept all consequences given to you by your Mommy/misstress or Dom for this post)

Ps baby's or CG comment what happens to you once you shared this? 🤭

all4thedips

The Regression Center: Chapter 17

Here’s chapter seventeen of the ongoing, collaborative story written by my friend, BoysRBabies, and me. Read Chapter 16 here.

All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older. Readers should also be 18+ only!

Tyler woke the next morning to a dull, throbbing ache in his diaper. Like his junk was being compressed in a vice. He sat upright, staring down at the mound of bloated, yellowed padding between his legs. Something was wrong with that stupid fucking cage they put him in. Must be that.

They’d warned him not to ‘fiddle with’ his diaper, or take it off, or stick his hands down in it. But this was an emergency. Besides, there weren’t any women in the nursery to yell at him now anyway--just him and a row of snoring men in oversized cribs, their pacifiers bobbing between slack lips, drool dribbling from the corners of their mouths.

He reached down to yank the damn diaper off to figure out what was going on and paused: puffy blue mittens were strapped around his hands. Or something resembling mittens, at least. They were a sturdy canvas dyed that specific nursery-pastel blue, with straps cinched tight at the wrists. He pawed at a diaper tape, but the mitt just slid off the slick plastic. He stuck a mitt between his knees, squeezed tight, and pulled, trying to yank it off.

Nothing. They were not coming off.

all4thedips

The Regression Center: Chapter 16

Here’s the long-awaited chapter sixteen of the ongoing, collaborative story written by my friend, BoysRBabies, and me. Read Chapter 15 here.

All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older. Readers should also be 18+ only!

Miss Rosie had missed a spot when she’d wiped the pee dribbles off his legs earlier. A couple of yellow droplets clung to his hairless inner thigh. He thought about wiping them off, but then it would be on his hand.

As if that mattered.

He’d spent half of yesterday sitting in a loaded diaper: the heat; the weight; the stink that made him gag just to think about. A little pee on his legs and hands was nothing in comparison. That thought wasn’t a comfort, though. Quite the opposite. They’d warped him, already. Moved his goal posts for what was tolerable.

“Come on, Ty-Ty,” Miss Rosie said. She escorted him, Kevie, and Benji out of the room where they’d put him in this stupid cage.

‘Not a cage,’ she’d corrected him earlier. ‘Your PeePee Pal.’

all4thedips

Nursery School Graduation - Complete Story!

Author's Note: This story is for readers 18+ only. All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

I eyed the plastic potty for the hundredth time since waking from my nap.

Set off in a corner by one of the old diaper genies they didn’t use anymore. Unused except for Friday afternoons. It was white and aquamarine with a comfy foam seat. At least Ruby told me it was comfy when she graduated last year. Stickers were plastered all over it: princesses, Transformers, Pokemon. Even a few Diaper Dan stickers. I was gonna add mine today. I’d already decided on a castle.

I looked around the room. There were a bunch of us here in Back to Basics Nursery School. Some crawling around, some toddling, some sitting together with their favorite toys, lost in their own little worlds. The teachers moved from one student to the next, checking diapers, adjusting clothing, offering gentle words of encouragement. One of the teachers, Miss Becca, was bent down, her hands hovering near the waistband of a diaper. She leaned back and waved a hand in front of her nose.

I smirked. Craig wouldn’t clog up the potty line today. And he wasn’t the only one. I spotted more than one saggy, soggy diaper.

diapydemon

Zach’s New Life, Chapter 6: The Bathroom

Read Chapter 5 here

CW: ABDL, cucking, messing

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It was scary how quickly I was getting used to being a big baby, under the loving yet firm care of Mommy and Momma. AKA my ex-girlfriend, Claire, and her current partner, Lucy. I had been adjusting to my new role for just under a week, yet it felt alarmingly natural that I was lying in my play pen, soggy diaper wrapped around my waist, and pacifier bobbing between my lips. I played with my toy Batmobile muttering “vroom vroom” sounds to myself behind my paci. My mommy, Claire, worked from home in the next room; apparently her and Lucy had told their respective workplaces that they had adopted a baby —which I suppose wasn’t necessarily untrue at this point— so they could have more time to “look after me” as they put it. So yeah, this had quickly become what we would consider a normal afternoon.

While I was zooming my toy Batmobile around the playpen, my tummy gurgled, promising the inevitability of something I had been desperately and uncomfortably putting off this whole time. Despite getting comfortable in wet diapers, I really really didn’t want to make a messy diaper, let alone get comfortable with messy diapers.

Still, Mommy and Momma were very clear about the terms of this arrangement: I’m expected to act like a toddler and be treated like a toddler, including a toddler’s potty habits. To drive this point home, they even locked the bathrooms ‘to keep me out of trouble’, so I couldn’t access them without their supervision.

My tummy angrily gurgled again. I don’t think I can put this off any longer. I clutched my belly, fresh tears in my eyes as I desperately tried not to poop my pants.

Luckily, the pressure came in waves and soon subsided. I had to try something, even if it was against the rules my caretakers set out for me, even if it was unlikely the bathroom door would even open for me.

I quietly vaulted over the confine of my playpen before tip-toeing to the bathroom. I tried my best the be stealthy but the crinkling of my squishy diaper made that somewhat counterintuitive. Luckily, mommy was so caught up in her work that she didn’t notice.

I reached for the bathroom door handle, hoping with everything I could muster that the door would open. I closed my eyes and sucked in an anxious breath as I turned the doorknob.

The door clicked open.

I beamed with joy behind the shield of my paci. I might just make it.

Then I entered the bathroom. Intruding into the forbidden space made me nervous, which only exasperated my tummy issues. Something about the cool, tile floor and the barely perceptible hum of the porcelain toilet activated something in my subconscious. My body still remembered that the bathroom was where it was supposed to do its potties. All of the sudden, the urge to poop overcame me like never before. At first I reached for the snaps on my onesie, but there was no time. Reason abandoned me as pure instinct took over; I dashed to the toilet and plopped down onto it, immediately filling my diaper upon contact. I felt the seat of my diaper droop with newfound weight. For a brief second, the world was still, and I was in denial about what I had just done.

“Zachie,” Mommy Claire stood in the doorway with her arms crossed, “You know you’re not supposed to be in here.”

My watery eyes met hers in a plea for comfort, “M-mommy,” I sputtered.

“Oh sweetheart,” Mommy wrapped me in an embrace while I sat in my mess on the toilet. I pushed my face into her bountiful bosom trying to hide from the world.

“A-are you mad?” I mumbled into her chest.

“No sweetie. Mommy’s not mad, just a little disappointed. I would’ve liked for you to have done better on the test, but I still love you very very much, baby.”

“W-what do you mean?”

“Sweetheart,” she gently raised me by the chin to meet her gaze, “do you really think Mommy left the bathroom door unlocked on accident? Or that mommy couldn’t hear your crinkles from the other room?”

“Oh.” It was so obvious when Mommy pointed it out.

“W-Will you please change my diapie, Mommy?”

“Sorry Sweetie, but I need to punish you first. Breaking our rules for you is not okay. This whole living arrangement of ours only works because you’re our baby and not my ex-boyfriend. How do you think Momma Lucy would like you living with us if you still thought you had a chance with me romantically?”

“I didn’t— I didn’t mean it like that,” I stuttered, “I just didn’t wanna poop my pants.”

“I know sweetheart, but babies poop their pants. So you need to poop your pants too. Do you understand?”

I nodded my head slowly and shamefully. I regretted breaking Mommy and Momma’s rules already.

“What will my punishment be, Mommy?”

I spent the rest of the afternoon in the baby bouncer, which wouldn’t have been so bad but the mushy mess in my diaper spread around with every bounce. At first, the mess smushing around in my padded prison and back up my butt aroused me. But after an hour, I was stinky and itchy. I would never try to use the big boy potty again.

Eventually, Momma Lucy returned home from work.

“There’s my favorite kiddo!” She came over to kiss me on my forehead but paused. “Pee-eew someone’s a stinky kiddo! Let’s get you changed.”

“Hold up a minute, babe,” Mommy Claire interrupted. “He’s only in there because he was naughty today.”

“Oh really,” Momma Lucy raised an eyebrow at me.

“Yep. You won’t believe where I found him today.”

“Where?”

“Get this. I found him in the bathroom, sitting on the big boy potty with a poopy diaper.”

“Haha no way,” Momma laughed, “So he was just sitting on the toilet in a poopy diaper? You didn’t think to take off your diapie, did you buddy?”

My cheeks blushed behind my paci. I didn’t know what to say to defend myself, so it was good it was a rhetorical question.

“You should know better.” Momma Lucy lightly scolded, “I think a bath, diaper change, and early bedtime is in order for you, little guy.”

“But—“ I tried to mumble around my pacifier.

“The only butt I want to hear about is yours, lil stinker.” Momma Lucy chided.

“And then,” she growled in a low seductive voice to mommy, “We can have ourselves a little date night while the little one’s in bed.”

After a bath and diapie change, I found myself safely tucked away in my crib. I could hear Mommy’s and Momma’s “date night” moans. I had my own date night with my big teddy bear.

Sure this arrangement had its ups and downs, but I still couldn’t deny that a part of me absolutely loved it.

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As always, all characters depicted are 18+

Note: this chapter is heavily inspired from another story I read on fimfiction years ago featuring Rarity, Spike, and Applejack but I can no longer find it. If anyone knows what I’m talking about, I’d love to be reunited with that story.

Pictures came from google.

cookie-goodboy

It's 24/7 day, and if you're struggling to incorporate 24/7 diapers into your routine ....

I suggest a chastity cage! Especially if you have parts that dangle. Hear me out:

⏱️ Delayed Gratification: no more spurting in your diaper and losing interest.

🔫 Control your flow: keeps everything pointed the right way.

🔎 Keeps your focus: on how good your diapers feel.

⚡It makes Mr Buzzy feel really good: the cage conducts the vibrations

🚼 Makes changing easier: no more pokey parts in the way

🔑 Permission and choices: it's another kind of control you can give to a partner

🏳️‍⚧️ Gender feelings: some trans and non conforming folks like keeping their parts out of the way, especially under a diaper.

😌 Once you find the right fit, it's comfy

I really think more people should try chastity cages as part of their diaper routine...

It's not just about denial, there are a lot of practical reasons to check it out.

Who knows, you just might like it.

babydou15

Diaper Chart : How to keep your little obedient and motivated

Daddy tips - 2

Hi everyone,

Since it looks like you enjoyed the quick "Diapeefy" year in review I made for my little crinkle butt, I thought I’d also share with you the template of the diaper chart I have been using in 2024 (and will be using in 2025) to keep track of all of that.

Perhaps this can inspire other Daddies/CG.

The goal is simple : Get 35 points to get a "Magic Stickies Card" for the following week. If 35 points have not been reached, no stickies for at least a week, until the next diaper chart is completed. Points cannot be carried over from one week to another. It automatically resets to 0 on Monday morning.

How to get points :

Gives 2 points :

Messy Diaper

Gives 1 point :

Soggy Diaper

Baby food dinner (baby food breakfast is everyday and therefore does not count as a bonus)

Playing for more than an hour in playpen

Gives 0 point (just helps keeping track of it)

Cage locked

Sticky Diaper

Diaper outside

Negative points :

Forgot bib (if baby eats by himself) = -4 points

If all baba have not been drank (morning, afternoon and evening) = -3 points per non-completed day

Any other naughty act can have an impact on the final number of points. Trying to remove diapers without permission is -10 points but it has only happened twice, so no need for it to show in the chart.

TEMPLATE

EXAMPLE OF A COMPLETED WEEK

cookie-goodboy

The sight of a little cutie about to get a spanking ...

- Diaper down around their ankles, heavily wet

- chastity device on full display, reminding everyone that you're too little to play with those parts

- bent over their changing table while they wait for their punishment.

- red marks from their previous spanking, slightly fading

- blubbering about how sorry they are, how they will never ever do it again if you will let them go

It's a sight almost too cute to punish....almost.

destinedfordiapers

Hips Don’t Lie

The door to your nursery inched open, flooding your eyes with light.

“Oh, did I wake you, baby? Your Mommy wanted me to show you something from her. She says you'll enjoy it.”

Based on your babysitter's smirk, you weren't so sure.

“Wath it?” you lisp through your paci.

She hands you an iPad, clicking on a message.

“Just this, sweetiekins.”

As the video loads, your paci falls from your mouth, swinging adorably on the clip.

“Awwww, I think it’s safe to say the baby loves it!! Your Mommy is gonna be so happy!”

babypudge

"If Sissy is very well behaved all month, we let him wear a little blue... but only a little" 🤭

fetishfairytales2

Sissy School, Pt. 1

"Aww, look at my wittle Brandi,” I cooed, grabbing her by the chin as she kneeled on the ground next to me, “all teary-eyed and whimpering. Don't be sad, my precious cupcake! Mommy has found the perfect place for you, thanks to all the amazing girlies in my online forum. They told me about this super special nursery, just for sissies like you! All their little girls go too! Daddy Conner's new promotion means I don't have to work anymore, but that doesn't mean I want you under my feet all day. So, Daddy and I decided it's time for you to go to Sissy School!"

I smiled, running my fingers across her cheek, and continued; "Today, we're going to tour your new school and you better show me your best behavior princess! You don’t want me to have to tell Daddy you were a bad girl, right?"

My poor little girl, she was trying so hard to nod and wipe away her tears while gagged with that cute pacifier. She's such a crybaby, always whimpering and sniveling. We pulled up to this seedy-looking abandoned strip mall, and almost missed it, with its tinted windows and black paint. It was right next to this wild knock off of Chip and Dales strip called 'Hunks’. I've had some wild nights there, let me tell ya! But this sissy kindergarten didn’t sound like it would be as fun for Brandi as the strip club was for me!

"Welcome to Hunks and Huggies!" I heard a bubbly voice exclaim as the door swung open. The college-aged girl smiling at us was hot. Her dark hair had the perfect beach waves, her skin was flawless, even her eyes sparkled! I just had to stare! God, some girls get it all, even her body was perfect! Her short black “Huggies and Hunks” crop top was so tight you could the outline of her nipples, and they're hard as rocks! The matching black short shorts were barely there. She was showing off her perfect ass and long, toned thighs. I might need to get this girl’s number later! If Brandi wasn’t gagged with her penis-paci I’m sure that little sissy’s tongue would be on the floor right now.

"I'm Ms. Becky!" She introduced herself with a smile, her perfect teeth flashing. "You must be Heather," she continued, giving me a quick hug, shit she even smelled amazing! "And this adorable munchkin," she leaned over and pinched Brandi's cheek, making my sissy squirm, "must be Little Miss Brandi! Why don’t you two come in, I’ll show you around!” She giggled, grabbing me by the arm and whisking us inside.

Stepping inside Hunks and Huggies was like walking into Brandi’s worst nightmare. The whole place was decked out in pastel pink and white, like a little girl’s nursery had exploded. Even the carpet was a somehow perfectly maintained pink! The walls were covered in pink and white stripes, and there was even a banner that spelled out “Welcome to Sissy School!” In building block letters! I had only seen the entrance so far and I just knew it was perfect! I could already see Brandi trembling in her diapers and sobbing behind her gag.

"This," Becky giggled, seeing my shocked expression, "is the main entrance. Our 'students' get to meet all four of us teachers here every morning!" There were more of her? Lucky Brandi! "That door over there," she pointed at a pink door with foam letters that read "Bad Girls Only," "is the detention room. Don't worry, I won't spoil the fun. Brandi will tell you all about it after her first visit!"

A terrified squeak came from my gagged little girl, who was definitely not into the whole 'detention room' situation. I giggled, loving how scared she was already. "Did you say Hunks and Huggies?" I asked, still taking in the over-the-top pink decor.

Before Becky could answer, we heard muffled cries from behind the 'Bad Girls Only' door. Brandi's trembling intensified, and I knew she was freaking out.

"Oh, don't worry about that," Becky said, her hand on Brandi's shoulder doing nothing to comfort her. "That sissy is being punished for very being naughty. But you're a good girl, right?" She looked at Brandi, who nodded frantically, too terrified to make a sound now.

Becky turned back to me with a mischievous grin. "Yes, Hunks and Huggies. The owner of Huggies Sissy School is an amazing businesswoman, she also owns the Hunks strip club next door! It provides some ahem unique benefits for us teachers." She leaned in close, her breath tickling my ear as she whispered, "And some not-so-fun benefits for the students, but we'll get to that later!"

"Let's continue the tour!” Becky giggled, taking my hand and leading me with excitement. Brandi was struggling to keep up, crawling pitifully on the fluffy carpet, her pigtails bouncing. "This is the playroom!" She announced with a bright smile. "I know you'll just adore it!"

As we stepped into the "playroom," I was in for a major surprise! No jungle gyms or swing sets here, but there were definitely some fun toys to play with. The room was so perfect! Of course it was painted in the same soft pink and white as the entrance hall, and had the same fuzzy pink carpet. But there were so many fun toys, it was going to make my little diapered cuck miserable! If my little Brandi didn't enjoy her nursery at home, she would absolutely hate playtime in this place.

"Our lucky little girls spend at least two hours a day in the playroom for recess," Becky giggled from the doorway, reading my mind. "As you can see...", she said nodding across the room.

In the corner of the playroom, there was this giant pink bouncer, the sort of thing every sissy nursery needs! And inside, struggling like a sad little bitch, was this naked sissy, covered in sweat and crying her eyes out. Her hair was a total matted mess, and her makeup was running down her face. The little bitch was such a hot mess! "Oh my god!" I laughed, "look at that cutie pie!" I pointed at the poor thing, all tied up and helpless. "She's just so adorable!" The bouncer bounced up and down, making her tiny chastity cage wobble back and forth. And she had the cutest clamps on her budding little sissy boobs that were little bells! They jingling with every bounce. So. Freaking. Cute!

"Aww, why the long face, sweetie?" I cooed to the sobbing, gagged sissy, not really expecting an answer. “I’ve seen that look before, does she have a little botty-friend in?" I winked at Becky, who just shrugged and giggled.

"Yup, this lil' sissy is gonna pop her cherry soon! Her mommy's new man is packing, so we're giving her the full prep treatment!" I glanced at Brandi, who was trying to disappear into the floor, probably thinking about the massive plug she had at home. Of course, this meant I would be buying her an even bigger one for school, but that could be a surprise for later!

Becky strutted across the room; “and this,” she said, flashing a cute smile, “is our toy box!” I watched excitedly as she lifted the lid of the most adorable toy box ever. It's pink and white, and even had a heart painted on the front! "Every princess needs her toys, don't ya think?" She asked, watching as Brandi's eyes nearly popped out of her head. “What do you think Brandi?”

Inside the box was a collection that would make any dom proud and sissy blush: so many different size paddles, some were leather, some were painted with girly designs, one even had “sissy” carved into it. I’m sure that would leave a mark! There were floggers and whips that promised a sting, and even the largest assortment of dildos I had even seen! “Don’t be jealous Princess Pampers,” I giggled at Brandi; “but I think they might have even more toys than you do!” I couldn’t help but hold some of the larger ones up just to show my sissy. There were a lot! There were so many colors, some were ribbed or had a point, others were realistic; they had veins! “I think you’ll have so much fun with these, Brandi!” I laughed, as she whimpered.

Becky flashed me a knowing smile before leaning over to speak to her future ‘student’. "Don't worry, Brandi,” she purred, “you'll be playing with these toys real soon." She points out a white rocking horse next to us, painted white with pink trim. It would have been perfectly innocent if not for the massive ribbed didlo in the saddle! "That one's gonna be a wild ride, girl!." She giggled, I could see Brandi's bottom lip quivering, the poor thing. "And check out that X-frame, it's just dyin' to have you." We all looked at the intimidating restraint, also pink of course!. "But first, let's go see my favorite part."

In the center of the room was an adorable yet cruel looking “crib”, if you could call it that. It was certainly a fucked up twist on a one anyway. It was painted pale pink and white to match the rest of the room, down to its pink sheets and blankets. But unlike any other crib I had ever seen, except the one Conner built for Brandi of course, it had a top on it like a cage! Inside, the crib were two, I had to assume, absolutely miserable sissies. Their faces were wrapped in diapers, and they were handcuffed on top of each other, struggling in a cute little 69..

"So, these brats were bugging Ms. Staci for diaper changes,” she explained with a smile. “We don't do changes here often, ya know? So, I guess Staci decided if they wanted out of their diapees so badly, they could wear them somewhere else instead! Of course, I'm not sure if it's their own messy diapees or someone else's, but it's fun, for us, either way!" She looked down sweetly as the trapped pair. "This crib is my favorite! Did ya know it can fit three sissies stacked on top of each other at once? It's way more fun when there's more crying and begging. You know, sharing is caring, right?"

“They’re wearing each other’s,” Another absolute bombshell, college aged girl said, standing in the doorway. She had the most striking features, long legs, and blonde hair. She was also dressed to kill in the same revealing outfit as Becky—short shorts that showcase her perfect ass, and a low-cut crop top with the "Huggies and Hunks" logo, leaving little to the imagination. I could see everything through the fabric of her shirt, which I’m certain Brandi would notice too! She added, absolutely full of disdain; "they're wearing each other's diapers. They'll keep 'em on until they clean 'em or fill their new ones. I’m Ms. Staci,” she smiled at me and then sneered at the sissy next to me; “who’s the new loser?

I introduce my pathetic ex, "This loser here is Brandi." Staci gave Brandi a once-over, clearly not impressed. I mean, who would be? Noticing their matching outfits, I ask, "do you girls always dress like this?"

Becky shrugs, "Most days, but on 'Fun Friday,' we break out the sexy lingerie. Gotta give the sissies something to drool over, especially when they've been denied for weeks." I can't help but smirk, imagining Brandi's misery knowing she’ll be tormented by these hotties. It’s been months since her last sissygasm and won’t be getting to make cummies anytime soon either!

Becky claps her hands together excitedly; "Staci and I can give you the rest of the tour together and fill you in on our very strict rules." As we leave the room, she snickers; "you’ll see our girls in their uniforms soon enough. Every student is required to wear one!" On our way across the entrance hall toward a room labeled “Moviez 4 Sissiez”, Becky begins to run through a list of school rules. “All girls must be in uniform at all times, obviously. Dententions for being out of uniform are very harsh, also obviously. The girls must come to school each day with their supplies, which may change depending on the lesson, uhh…oh!”

Becky turned to speak to Brandi directly, "Oh, and little one, you'll be on an exclusive 'cum-only' diet here!" The look on Brandi's face was priceless. I almost felt bad for her! She already eats a lot of cum at home, but at least I still gave her table scraps...for now. She winks at me, assuring; "we just ask mommies to save condoms from their real men. We've got plenty extra though, don't worry." Then, leaning in close to Brandi, she smiled; "you’ll never go hungry, princess. We'll keep you nice and full."

The theater room was honestly kind of gross. Staci confessed as we walked into the small room; "this used to be a viewing booth in an adult bookstore when this whole place was a strip mall. We kept it nasty as a fun little tribute." I spot shelves filled with gay porn and femdom DVDs with titles that I’m sure made Brandi squirm. "Sissy's BBC Training" and "Mommy's Strap-On Slave." Magazines like “Rockhard” were stacked on shelves, and in the center of the room was another surprise for both Brandi and I.

A sissy, tied up tight, laid diapered wearing a pink frilly dress with a matching diaper cover. Of course, she had the most adorable paci strapped in her mouth. Another young beauty, a dominant sounding babe with red hair, was standing behind her. This new teacher was holding the sissy’s head in front of the screen with one hand and holding a vibrating wand to her diapered crotch with the other. “Don’t you dare look away you fucking loser!” She was laughing each time her diapered prisoner tried to turn her head away or close her eyes. “Ooh!” The ginger bombshell giggled, quite literally prying the poor, helpless loser’s eyes open, forcing her attention back to the recording; “this is my favorite part!”

On the screen, is the most perfectly round ass I had ever seen. I was jealous and turned on! Oh gawd, It's tight and firm, totally spankable. It making my mouth water, I couldn’t imagine what it was doing to the poor thing having to watch, or even Brandi! "Hey there, sissy," a sexy voice cooed from the recording. "You always loved my ass, huh? When you were my big stwong husband, you used to love watching this ass bounce on your cock didn’t you? Now that you’re a wittle sissy, I guess you’ll just have to watch it bounce on someone else’s…” The owner of that incredible ass turned and winked at the camera; a 30-something with the deepest blue eyes and her blonde hair in a high ponytail. I think she was about to put on a show.

“Sometimes,” Staci whispered, clearly enjoying herself, “a mommy will send us their ‘home movies’ to share with the class or just to torment their cucks. This one's getting a private show." With a giggle, the woman on screen bent over, revealing a sexy, heart-shaped tattoo on her lower back, just above her perfectly toned butt. She crawls onto the bed, her long, toned legs on full display and beckons off camera with a playful finger and a moan. In the corner, I could just make out a very well-built black guy. Wow, the only thing bigger than his muscles was his dick! This girl was very lucky! He had his massive black cock in his hand and stroked it slowly. The blonde teased him, wiggling her ass. I could hear the gagged sissy in the center of the room whimpering and crying.

"You ready big boy?" she teased, looking back at the camera with a wicked smile while talking to the bull. "Come and get it, baby. You own this pretty white ass now..." This really got the waterworks going from the helpless cuck watching, the redhead doubled her efforts and held firm, forcing her charge to watch as the scene heated up. The hunk didn’t need any further instructions, stepping behind her and the whole room watched as the blonde’s eyes went wide and she moaned. “Ooooh, fuck! Ooh! Jesus baby, y…you’re big!”

“Let’s leave her to enjoy the show,” Becky smiled, closing the theater door, “and let’s go see the classroom. Hmm?” She asked, smiling down at Brandi. The poor thing turned pale and tried to protest, but I grabbed her pigtails, giving them a rough tug, pulling her behind me. She cried softly as we followed Ms. Becky's click-clack heels down the hall. "Almost there, loser," Staci giggled, stopping in front of the door to speak to Brandi. "This is, like, my favorite part! We show you all the awful shit we’re going to do to you and you can’t even stop it! You're gonna hate it, I promise!" I could see Brandi's knees shaking. Poor, dumb little thing.

Ms. Becky dramatically flung open the door with a smile and pushed Brandi inside. "Welcome to class, Brandi," she giggled. "You’re gonna have so much fun!" The room was the most fucked up thing I had seen so far, and I mean that in the best possible way. Everything, and I mean everything, was pink! The walls, the carpets, even the damn windows.

"Oh, Brandi, look at that! They really went all out with the color scheme," I mocked as she sobbed at my knees. "But just wait till you see the lessons they have planned for you, my little sissy baby." I giggled, noticing the pink chalkboards and the lessons written on them. "Cock Sucking 101, hmm?” I teased, reading the board off to her; “oh, I just know you’ll get an A+ in that! You’re a great little cocksucker! We all laughed watching Brandi crumble to the floor, sobbing like the pathetic little girl she is.

"Aww, does my wittle sissy need a time-out already?" I teased, grabbing a handful of her hair and pulling her up. "But we just got here! Oh my, look at these!” I could hear Brandi groan and whimper as I dragged her towards the center of the room; “aren’t these just the cutest little desks and chairs! How adorable!" I giggled, pointing at the ribbed dildos attached to each chair. “You’ll definitely be sitting pretty, won’tcha Princess Pampers?” Brandi’s eyes went wide, she turned pale, and of course she instantly crumbled back to the floor. I just let her be. After all, she had plenty of time to enjoy her new school! The cutest touch was the name tags on the desks. Pink of course, written out in girly handwriting, the “I’s” all dotted with little hearts, so precious! Of course, the names were my favorite; I could see “Sissy Slut,” “Jizz Breath,” and “Cumbucket”! I hope Brandi got such a cute nickname!

The walls were just as extra as the rest of the classroom. There were huge posters of hunky half naked men covered with lipstick marks, pictures of gorgeous women naked but pixelated of course, and a cute full length mirror with the phrase, "who's the queerest of them all?" written in hot pink lipstick in the corner, Becky stood to the side, clearly proud of her workplace! "This," she giggled, "is where the magic happens. Where we transform whiny boys into obedient baby bitches! As you can see…”

"Check out these two cuties!" I exclaimed in giggles, noticing what Becky was pointing to. I pulled Brandi up and pointed at the two sissies kneeling in the center of the room, surrounded by the pink desks. They were dressed to impress in the cutest little schoolgirl outfits. Their plaid skirts were way too short, showing off their pink Huggies pull-ups, their eyes were were covered with pink blindfolds, their hands trapped behind them with pink cuffs, and their pigtails were held by matching pink bows! And I absolutely loved their crop tops with "sissy slut" in glitter across their chests, of course.

"Oh, Brandi, honeybun, aren't they just adorable? I can't wait to see you all dressed up just like them!" I mocked, knowing how much he hated this. "Don't you just love their fashion sense? I bet you're dying to join their little sissy club, aren't you?" I teased, as Brandi's sobs turned into desperate whimpers.

Staci knelt next to Brandi and wiped away the sobbing little sissy’s tears. I think she was having almost as humiliating Brandi as I do! I knew I was going to like her! "These are your Sucky Exams, princess,” I could barely hear her whispering over Brandi’s sniffling; “you’ll take them every week! The goal is to be the first little girl to make your man cum. If you're a good girl and pass, you get a fresh diapee! But if you fail, well...let's just say you'll find out in the detention room!"

“Sucky exams…?” I asked, before the classroom door opened again. I was in awe as two tall, chiseled hunks, with arms the size of Brandi's thighs and cocky smiles walked in. Oh, they were hot! I think Brandi was so scared she may have pissed herself just seeing these two! “Oh,” I giggled, almost to myself, “sucky exams!” These two wasted no time, each one grabbing a sissy by her pigtails and pulling her towards their bulging package. Brandi's eyes widened watching as these two little sissy sluts were about to be used for their intended purpose.

The sissies, now reduced to a trembling mess, opened their mouths defeatedly and allowed their throats to be invaded. “Look at them go,” Staci giggled over Brandi’s shoulder, watching the helpless sissy being throatfucked deep and hard. I could barely hear her over sounds in the room. “Look at the eye contact,” Staci giggled wickedly, “and listen to all that moaning, they’re such good little sluts!”

“You lucky little girl, getting to watch,” Becky had leaned over Brandi’s other shoulder now; “look at them, even through all the tears, being the best little sissy pornstars they can be! Ya know, with Hunks right next door, there’s, like, an endless amount of dicks you’re going to suck, every day!” Even over sissies’ muffled moans and the wet, slurping noises, I’m sure Brandi could hear each word; “we hope you’re excited for your first day of school!”

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The fundamental diaper paradox, in my mind, is this.

I want to feel safe and secure and protected. I want a mommy/daddy that lets me re-experience childhood moments the right way. Including having accidents, including wanting, but not being able to say, I want to go back in diapers. Who still thinks I'm amazing even when I have potty training struggles. Who doesn't worry that they are "on purposes" rather than accidents and takes care of me either way.

But I also want to feel punished and humiliated and controlled. I want to go over the knee for my bratty behavior and be spanked until I'm a mess. I want to be told how embarrassing it is to still be in diapers at my age. I want a set of rules, I want to be put back in diapers whether I want to be or not. Be told that's where I belong and that I'll be in them for X amount of time and too bad if I don't want it.

Resolving this paradox and conflict is tricky both intellectually and in my writing.

As I think/write my way through it, I don't actually think they're entirely at odds. A cg can do all of these things:

1) Set clear rules that are consistently enforced.

2) Be "frustrated" that I'm still wetting myself at my age.

3) Still love me even though I am.

4) Spank or punish for breaking rules I can follow (like not lying).

5) Spank while still showing care.

6) Not spank or punish me for things that I don't seem to be able to do (like make it to the potty).

Honestly? What does this little girl want? "An absence of mood swings and some stability in my life". It might be a meme, but that's what I most wanted growing up, and I want in a cg. Sometimes my mom would be very loving and understanding if I made a big mistake, sometimes she'd be furious over tiny things, only to forget the next day.

There's plenty of room for plenty of feelings and approaches that provide that. The consistent rules do matter, but so does understanding my limitations.

I'll think more, and, if I have more time, write more or incorporate that stuff into my story.

And thanks, y'all, for your comments and understanding. This is a stressful time in my life so abdl is on my mind a lot. I want to grow and create with that energy, but I'm trying to be reasonable in the time I spend on it. I don't want to lose myself in the mild dissociation that it can sometimes be.

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