The nursery was quiet except for the soft crinkle of your diaper as you shifted in the playpen. The bars were tall, the padding beneath you plush, but none of it mattered. You were mad. Mommy had put you here for talking back, again, and no amount of pouting or kicking your feet was going to change that. The thick, baby-blue diaper between your legs felt like a betrayal, a reminder of how small she could make you feel when she wanted to.
You sighed, your pacifier bobbing as you sucked on it absently. The blanket beneath you was soft, but it did nothing to ease the frustration bubbling inside you. Without thinking, your hand drifted down, fingers pressing against the padded front of your diaper. The pressure was instant, a spark of something warm and forbidden. You bit down on your pacifier, your hips lifting just a little, seeking more.
That’s when you heard it, the soft creak of the rocking chair.
Mommy had been watching.
Her voice was sweet, almost musical, but there was a edge to it that made your stomach twist. "Aww, is my baby boy bored?" She leaned forward, her elbows resting on her knees, her chin propped up in her hands. Her eyes sparkled with amusement, but her smile was knowing. Too knowing.
You froze, your hand still pressed against your diaper. You knew you weren’t supposed to touch yourself. Good boys didn’t do that. But the way she was looking at you, like she already knew exactly what you’d been doing, made your face burn.
Before you could pull your hand away, hers was there, slipping between the bars of the playpen. Her fingers curled around your wrist, not to stop you, but to guide you. "Boys don’t get to touch themselves," she murmured, her voice low and firm. "Only Mommy can touch you."
Your breath hitched. You should’ve been embarrassed. You were embarrassed. But the way her fingers replaced yours, pressing into the thick padding of your diaper, made it impossible to care. Her touch was deliberate, her palm cupping you through the layers of plastic and fluff. You whimpered, your hips jerking upward instinctively, seeking more pressure.
Mommy’s laugh was soft, almost a purr. "That’s it, baby. Let Mommy take care of you." Her fingers worked in slow, deliberate circles, her thumb pressing just there, right where you needed it most. The diaper crinkled loudly with every movement, the sound filling the quiet nursery. You could feel yourself getting harder, the pressure building until it was almost unbearable.
Your pacifier slipped from your lips as you panted, your free hand clutching at the blanket beneath you. "Mmm, someone’s very excited," Mommy teased, her voice dripping with amusement. She didn’t let up, her fingers never stilling, never giving you a moment to catch your breath. The pleasure was overwhelming, a hot, heavy weight in your groin that made your toes curl.
You tried to speak, to beg, but all that came out was a muffled, desperate sound. Your hips bucked against her hand, your body moving on its own, chasing the release that felt just out of reach. The diaper was warm now, damp from earlier, but the heat between your legs was something else entirely.
Mommy leaned closer, her breath warm against your cheek. "You gonna make a mess for Mommy, baby?" Her voice was a whisper, but it might as well have been a command. The way she said it, like she already knew the answer, sent a shiver down your spine.
And then, just like that, you were there.
Your body tensed, your back arching off the blanket as the pleasure crashed over you. A choked cry tore from your throat, the sound muffled by the pacifier you’d barely managed to shove back into your mouth. Your hips jerked, once, twice, your entire body shuddering as you spilled into your diaper. The warmth spread quickly, the padding soaking up every last bit of your release. But Mommy wasn’t done. Her fingers kept moving, kept pressing, and the pleasure didn’t stop. Your body clenched, and with a gasp, you realized…
You were going number two, too.
The heat in your belly twisted, and before you could stop it, your diaper gave a loud, wet squelch. The smell hit you immediately, thick, musky, stinky. Your face burned with humiliation, but Mommy just giggled, her fingers finally stilling.
"Looks like someone made a big mess," she cooed, her voice laced with delight. She didn’t move to clean you up. Didn’t even reach for the wipes. Instead, she simply stood, her hands on her hips as she admired her handiwork.
You lay there, panting, your diaper sagging with the weight of your mess. The warmth was unbearable, the stickiness clinging to your skin. You wanted to squirm away, to hide, but there was nowhere to go. The playpen bars were still between you and freedom.
Mommy’s smile was wicked as she reached down and scooped you up, cradling you against her chest. You were heavy in her arms, your diaper a warm, squishy burden between you. "Such a messy boy," she murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "But you’re my messy boy."
She carried you to the crib, the one with the tall, unyielding bars, and laid you down gently. The mattress was cool beneath you, a stark contrast to the heat of your diaper. You whimpered, your fingers twisting in the sheets, but Mommy just shook her head.
"No, no, baby. You made this mess. You can stay in it a little while." She tapped your nose playfully, her eyes twinkling. "Besides, it’s almost naptime. And good boys nap in their sticky diapers, don’t they?"
You wanted to argue. Wanted to beg her to change you, to clean you up, to anything but leave you like this. But the look in her eyes brooked no argument. And deep down, beneath the embarrassment, beneath the discomfort, there was something else, a warm, fuzzy feeling, like the first sip of hot cocoa on a cold day.
Mommy tucked a blanket around you, her touch lingering on your shoulder. "Sleep well, baby," she said, her voice soft. "Mommy will check on you later."
And then she was gone, the door clicking shut behind her, leaving you alone with your thoughts and your very full diaper.
Princess was being very bratty before dinnertime. She was doing everything to try Daddy's patience, most it somewhat harmless, babygirls are going to be babygirls..but the final straw was when Princess felt Daddy wasn't giving her enough attention..so she picked up a plate and threw it on the ground with a sly smile as it smashed on the tile floor just to see what Daddy would do. Daddy was in the middle of making dinner and didn't want anything to burn, so instead of giving her a direct punishment, he just stuck her nose in the corner until dinner was done. Princess was a bit displeased. Not that she was in the corner, but because Daddy didn't do anything else to her. She was expecting a more elaborate and fun punishment. Still not satisfied with the lack of attention she was getting, Princess messed her diaper while in the corner just to agitate Daddy a little bit more. Princess always wanted to see what Daddy would do. Daddy had just finished dinner and came to collect Princess from the corner, when he realized that she was slightly messy. Princess puckered her lips in a duckface, turned her head over her shoulder, and looked down at her diaper with a lot of sass. Then her eyes bounced off her diaper, up to Daddy as she glanced at him, as a way to say "what are you going to do about it?" but without saying any words. In the meantime dinner was getting cold, so instead of taking Princess for some kind of punishment or a change, Daddy said "Time for dinner little girl" with a smile, leading her by the hand to the table, and plopping her messy bottom on the chair. Her face grew with disgust and she really wanted to get back up, but Daddy said "Don't you try it little girl." This time she actually listened, but pouted while doing so. Daddy served Princess her dinner, and sat down to eat himself, thinking of how he would actually punish Princess afterwards.
So, your little has gotten themselves in trouble again and needs their baby tushy tanned to teach them a lesson? Here’s can you do to make sure their spanking is effective, efficient, and effortless.
-Don’t spank them where they stand. It may be tempting to act aggressively and hit them with a surprise swat, but the anticipation is just as important. Find a spot dedicated for punishments, whether it’s on the bed, a kitchen chair or the changing table, and tell them it’s time to go to their “spanking spot.”
-Once a little has gotten themselves in trouble, the don’t move unless you’re guiding them. Take one hand put it either on their shoulder or the back of their neck, and the other on their diapered bottom so that they feel that their ass is already yours. If they give you any resistance, throw them over your shoulder, but always keep one hand on their butt to reinforce the punishment.
-Once at the spanking spot, grab your little by both shoulders and start to ask them questions about what is going to happen and why. Examples include “do you know why we are at the spanking spot?,” “did you think mommy/daddy wanted to punish you today?,” and “how many spankings do you think your behavior has warranted little one?”
-Wheter or not you use an implement is your preference, but to add to the embarrassment, if your little is cooperating, have them fetch the one you want. Nothing is more intimidating for a young one than having to give their sentence out to themselves.
-Assuming they’re fully clothed and have been properly scolded, it’s time for the ritual of undressing. Don’t be too slow as to wane the impact of what you’ve told them, but going too fast will rob them of the time to think through what brought them hear.
-Don’t take their pants fully off if you allow your little to wear them. Instead drop them somewhere between their knees and their calves so that they can’t separate their legs, reducing their mobility.
-As for their diaper, it’s best to just push down the back to their thighs, or to fully untape it but leave it between your little’s private parts and your lap. The whole experience can be so emotional for a little one they lose control and wet themselves, so save yourself the trouble and keep that diaper in place. Allow the one comforting thing during their spanking to also be a reminder of their infancy.
-If they’re being so disobedient that you can’t get them over your lap, it’s time to break out the restraints. Personally, I think lying them facedown on the changing table and tying their limbs to the padding is best. Then just tear the back of their diaper off and begin their punishment!
-Remember, a spanking for the sake of punishment should always end in tears! No matter the position, if they ain’t crying, they haven’t been punished yet.
-Once your done, and the misbehaving little has been chastised for their actions, reassure them of your love and take the time to bring them back into a happier space. Take the time to feed them a bottle, change their diaper and hold them close to not only give them proper aftercare, but also remind them that they need you for everything, including helping them understand right from wrong.
The morning sun streamed through the bedroom window, painting everything in soft golden light.
She stood in front of the full-length mirror, turning slowly from side to side. Her long brunette hair cascaded down her back in gentle waves, a pale blue bow clipped neatly in the centre. The yellow sundress hugged her delicate frame perfectly, it was feminine, flirty, and just short enough to make her feel a little daring.
It’s been so long since Daddy and I had a proper romantic date, she thought, smoothing the dress over her hips. Just the two of us doing regular couple stuff. Like grown-ups.
She studied her reflection with a hopeful, determined smile. Big Disney princess doe eyes, plump pink lips, and her adorable tiny button nose Daddy always loved to kiss. She'd made sure to apply her make up carefully, highlighting all her best features. Today she looked like a proper girlfriend.
No diapers today, she told herself firmly. The thin lace panties underneath felt light and freeing. I can do this. I’m going to be his big girl all day. No accidents. Just a real date like old times.
She was smart, capable, and mature… and today she was determined to prove it!
Daddy appeared in the doorway, filling the frame effortlessly. He was truly handsome in that easy, comforting way, broad shoulders, expressive face that could shift from gentle to playfully stern in a heartbeat. When he looked at her, his eyes softened with that special warmth she loved more than anything.
“You look beautiful, princess,” he said, voice deep and affectionate. He stepped inside and wrapped his arms around her from behind, resting his chin on top of her head. “My pretty date.”
She leaned back against his chest, smiling brightly up at him in the mirror.
“Thank you, Daddy! I picked this dress because I thought it would be perfect for walking around the fair. Did you know the local fair has over thirty different food stalls this year? I read about it online. There’s even a new cotton candy stand with vanilla flavours. We have to try it.”
He chuckled, that wonderful hearty laugh she adored, before pressing a soft kiss to her temple.
“I’m looking forward to it, sweetheart. You’ve been so excited about our big date.”
But then he reached for the large pink diaper bag sitting by the door.
Her stomach dropped.
Daddy… no.
The frustration bubbled up fast. Everywhere we go he brings that bag. And he only picks daytime activities now because he decided ages ago that I need an early bedtime. It’s silly. Just because I get tired by eight o’clock doesn’t mean I need to be in bed by eight.
When they were first dating, he used to kiss her passionately in the street after a romantic dinner and movie. Now the only “public displays of affection” Daddy gave her were forehead kisses, boops on the nose, and sly diaper checks when no one was looking.
She had gotten herself all dolled up this morning. Today was supposed to be different.
“Daddy, please,” she said, turning in his arms with a determined pout. Her big doe eyes pleaded with him. “We talked about this. Today is supposed to be different. I want to feel like your girlfriend, not your baby. I can handle it. I promise. I’m going to stay dry all day like a big girl. Please?”
He looked down at her with that protective, knowing expression. His hand gently brushed a strand of hair behind her ear.
“I know you want to try, my sweet girl. And Daddy is so proud of how determined you are. You’re smart, you’re bubbly, you’re full of all those wonderful facts and thoughts you love sharing with me. But I also know my little princess. I know how your body works when we’re out having fun for hours. I’m not going to risk you being uncomfortable or embarrassed. Let me take care of you properly today.”
She fussed softly, cheeks flushing pink as he guided her toward the bed.
“But Daddy… the dress. It’s so pretty. The diaper will show and I’ll look silly…”
“You could never look silly to me,” he murmured, laying her down gently. “You’ll look adorable as always."
The thick diaper crinkled loudly as he worked, the familiar baby powder scent mixing with her signature vanilla fragrance. When he finished and helped her stand, the sundress did little to hide the obvious padded bulk. Every movement made a soft, telltale rustle.
She wanted to believe her old mask could still fit convincingly. That she could still be the big girl she used to pretend to be. But deep down, a small voice whispered that things weren’t like old times anymore.
Because now she was his baby girl.
And Daddy’s job was to make sure his little one was safe and cared for.
The car ride started off hopefully.
She held Daddy’s hand across the center console, swinging it gently. The windows were down, letting in warm summer air that smelled like fresh-cut grass and distant barbecue smoke. Her sundress fluttered against her thighs. For a few minutes she let herself believe this was really going to be their day.
“Did you know fairs like this one have been around since the 1800s?” she said brightly. “They started as agricultural shows but turned into these big celebrations of community and fun. I think that’s so sweet.”
Daddy smiled, giving her hand a squeeze. “I love how you know so many interesting facts, princess. Tell me more.”
She beamed, feeling a little spark of confidence.
But every bump in the road made the thick diaper crinkle loudly beneath her dress. The pink diaper bag sat openly in the backseat like an unwelcome guest.
When they arrived at the fair, the full sensory explosion hit her. The air was thick with the sweet scent of fried dough, popcorn, and vanilla cotton candy. Children laughed and screamed on rides. Carnival music played from old speakers. Bright lights and colourful booths stretched out in every direction.
Her heart lifted. This could still be romantic, she thought, slipping her hand into his again. We can walk around, eat cotton candy, maybe kiss on the Ferris wheel like old times.
For the first twenty minutes, it almost felt perfect. They walked hand-in-hand past game booths. She chattered away about the history of ring toss games and how the stuffed animals were probably made in the same factories as her favourite plushies at home. Daddy listened thoughtfully with that fond expression.
But then he gently steered her toward the petting zoo area.
“Daddy,” she whispered, tugging his hand. “I thought we were doing couple things. There’s a Ferris wheel and a cute photo booth over there…”
“We’ll get there, sweetheart,” he said patiently. “But first I want my girl to enjoy herself. Look how cute the baby goats are.”
She tried to stay bubbly, but the sight of parents pushing strollers and toddlers in diapers made her cheeks burn. Her own padded bottom felt enormous under the sundress. Every step made the crinkle louder in her ears.
They stopped at a lemonade stand. Daddy ordered two drinks, one normal cup for him, one sippy cup for her. She accepted it with a small pout.
As the afternoon wore on, the pressure in her bladder built. She shifted from foot to foot, trying to look casual. I can hold it. Big girls can hold it.
But Daddy noticed. He wrapped a protective arm around her.
“Everything okay, princess? You’re doing that little dance.”
Her face went bright red. “I’m fine. I’m being a big girl today. I don’t need help.”
The urge hit hard and fast while they were at the petting zoo. A sudden, warm rush flooded into her diaper. She froze, mortified, feeling the heavy warmth settle against her skin.
Tears pricked her eyes.
“I… I had an accident,” she whispered, voice trembling. “I really tried, Daddy. I wanted to be your big girl so badly today.”
Daddy immediately scooped her up into his arms, carrying her protectively against his chest. “Aww, my poor little girl. You tried so hard to be big today, didn’t you? But babies have accidents. That’s why Daddy brings extra diapers.”
She buried her face in his shirt, tears soaking the fabric. “I thought if I tried really hard, I could be normal for one day. Like we used to be. You used to kiss me in the street and now… now you only kiss my forehead and check my diaper like I’m just a baby…”
Daddy held her tighter. His hand slid down to gently pat the back of her soaked padding.
“Because you are my baby, princess. My delicate little doll with the big pretty eyes and the pouty pink lips. You tried so hard to be a big sophisticated girlfriend today… and you ended up soaking your diaper like the sweetest, smallest girl instead. Doesn’t that feel better than pretending?”
She whimpered, face flaming. “Daddy… people might hear you…”
He chuckled softly and booped her tiny nose. “Let them hear. So what if they know my baby girl needs diapers to catch all her accidents?"
The words made her feel impossibly small.
He carried her all the way to the family restroom, fussing over her the entire time, stroking her hair, rubbing her back, whispering gentle praises. Inside the stall, he laid her on the changing table and cleaned her with slow, careful wipes, powdering her thoroughly until she smelled like pure baby.
“Look at you,” he murmured playfully while taping on the fresh, even thicker diaper. “All blushy and embarrassed in your pretty sundress. My delicate little doll needs so much padding, doesn’t she?”
She whimpered, covering her face. The humiliation felt endless.
When they stepped back out, Daddy carried her again, holding her close like the precious baby she was.
The fair was still alive with noise and color, but she felt like everyone was staring. The thick, fresh diaper forced her legs into that obvious baby waddle. Every step made a loud, unmistakable crinkle that seemed to echo across the entire grounds.
Her cheeks burned hot. She kept her head down, long brunette hair falling forward like a curtain, hoping no one could see how heavily padded she was.
Daddy pulled her closer with a protective arm around her shoulders, but his voice carried that gentle, playful tease she both dreaded and craved.
“Aww, look at my little princess waddling so cutely,” he murmured, leaning down so only she could hear. “That thick diaper makes you walk so adorably. Does it feel nice and bulky between those pretty legs, sweetheart?”
“Daddy… stop teasing me,” she mumbled, even as a tiny, embarrassed giggle slipped out.
He grinned and kissed the top of her head. “But you get so adorably blushy when I tease you. Look at those rosy cheeks. My perfect padded princess.”
For the rest of the afternoon, she stopped fighting.
She let him push her on the swings. She let him carry her when her legs got tired. She let him fix her paci clip to her dress when she got fussy. Every crinkle, every squish, every caring touch reminded her exactly who she was.
They found a quiet bench a little away from the main crowd. Daddy sat down and effortlessly pulled her into his lap, arranging her so she was straddling one of his thighs. The thick diaper squished noticeably under her weight, the crinkle loud in her own ears.
They stayed like that as the sky turned pink and orange. She let herself relax against his chest, sucking softly on the paci he’d clipped to her dress. The fair lights twinkled around them while carnival music played in the distance. Every now and then Daddy would gently pat her warm soggy bottom.
For the first time all day, the constant crinkle didn’t make her want to disappear.
Despite being the weekend, Princess woke up on the wrong side of the bed and was very grouchy.. being an overall brat. But Daddy didn't want to let that ruin the day. Little girls are going to be brats sometimes. After some minor scolding, Princess got dressed in her big girl clothes and they decided to go out and get some breakfast from a restaurant downtown. They got in the car and started to drive, but didn't even make it 5 miles down the road before Princess had another tantrum. It was sparked off by Daddy simply asking her a basic question. Daddy turned the car right around and drove straight home while she harped on. Daddy led Princess back in the house by the hand as she drug her feet. As soon as they were inside, Daddy torn off her jeans and swiftly threw Princess over his lap for a sound spanking over her panties. Eventually the panties also slipped off as Princess kicked and cried. As Daddy wrapped the spanking, he grabbed each side of her bottom and rubbed it back and forth while she whimpered. Without skipping a beat, Daddy immediately placed princess on the bed and pulled out her puffy white diapers. They were supposed to have a nice weekend without mandatory diapering but Princess brought this upon herself. Besides some minor sobbing and sniffling, Princess didn't make another sound. With a freshly spanked and diapered butt, Princess was placed in the corner of Daddy's office and was told to sit there until she filled her nappy. Daddy give her fluffy butt 3 good pats, rolled up the back of her shirt, and slightly tucked it into the top of her diaper so he could get a good view of her bottom while he sat at his desk and to see when she actually used it. Princess sat nice and pretty on her knees in the corner and didn't say another word while Daddy admired her beautiful diapered bottom while he did his work. After about an hour and a half, a slight aroma started to come from the corner where Princess sat. Princess hoped that it would perturb him enough to change her so she could finally get out of the corner, but she remained there with a messy bottom for another hour and a half until Daddy finally changed her. Finally relieved to be changed and out of timeout, Princess hopped up on Daddy's lap, hugged him, and said she was soweee over and over in a baby voice. Daddy held her in his arms and kissed her forehead.
Stacy bent over at the waist, giving the dishwasher an extra scrub before she put it on. Always bending at the waist was one of Daddy's rules, and in another world that might have meant flashing a pair of sexy panties, or even her bare pussy. But that wasn't the life she had.
She let out a soft grunt, her posture stiffening as she pushed to fill her diaper. She kept scrubbing while she pooped her pants, trying not to draw attention to herself; she could hear Daddy moving around in the kitchen behind her, and she didn’t want to deal with his teasing comments. She might have waited for him to go back to his study, but she just couldn’t hold it any longer. She’d been trying to keep her Pampers clean all morning, and months of diaper discipline had done its job to erode her toilet training. She wasn't incontinent... yet. But she estimated she had about as much control as the average four-year-old when it came to keeping her pants clean and dry. A stream of pee soaked into the thirsty padding, joining the growing load in the seat, and for perhaps the hundredth time that day, Stacy desperately wished her boyfriend allowed her to use toilets.
Another grunt escaped her lips, despite her best efforts, and a deep, amused voice sounded from behind her. “Uh-oh..." Stacy felt her stomach sink. A hand cupped the seat of her nappy, even as it sagged lower between her legs. "Is my naughty little maid making a mess?” She could practically hear the sadistic grin on his face. “What a good girl you are,” her boyfriend cooed with sickening sweetness, "carrying on with your chores even while you make Daddy a present!”
Stacy scowled. Even if she’d wanted to take a break specifically to poop her pants, she didn’t have time! If she didn’t finish cleaning the kitchen and start preparing Daddy’s lunch soon, she’d find herself kicking and wailing over his knee. Although he loved to infantilise her as much as possible, Daddy didn’t let her laze about all day like a real baby. She was, in his words, "still a girl", and that meant doing "girl duties" like cooking and cleaning. Her pussy wettened, and she cursed herself. Why did she have to get off on this?! Why couldn't she just have been a normal girl with a normal boyfriend and normal sexual interests?
With a final grunt, she finished messing herself. Even though they were extra thick, she'd managed to fill her diaper to capacity; the tapes strained with the weight of her load as she straightened up, and Stacy felt even more conscious than usual of the poop packed against her derierre. “Daddy?” she began hesitantly. She knew it was futile, but the huge mess in her pants was so yucky that she couldn't help trying. “Please can I go change my diaper?” She didn't even care if it meant she got a spanking. She just wanted out of the horrid, smelly thing drooping between her thighs.
Her boyfriend smirked. "Of course not, silly baby. You know the rules. It's your responsibility to make sure everything in the house is clean, except your own pants. That's Daddy's job."
Stacy pouted. "Does Daddy feel like doing his job now?" she asked sulkily.
He laughed and swatted her thickly padded rear. “Not just yet, little girl. If that attitude is anything to go by, another hour or two in a stinky nappy will do you some good. Besides, you've still got your chores to finish! Better not dawdle..."
Stacy let out a whine, but she knew better than to complain. Her diapered butt belonged to Daddy, just like the rest of her, and he could do whatever he wanted with it. She knew it would please him to watch her mopping and scrubbing the floors and surfaces, making sure they were completely spotless, all while sporting a thoroughly dirty diaper. Huffing, she bent over and got back to work. Maybe if she was good, Daddy would change her after lunch...
i want daddy to tape me into thick padding that's been all fluffed up so it's as big and puffy as it can be, and use packing tape over the tapes so that it's extra secure and staying on me until he decides. i want daddy to tell me that i'm not allowed out of diapers until i mess myself for him so he can watch his babygirl prove that she's fully diaper dependent. i want to mess a diaper so so so bad, but i need daddy to make me 😖
i really want to feel my body hit that point where it just can't stop me from having an accident. even better: i want to be squirming with need to wet and mess myself diaper in daddy's lap and have daddy push my paci in my mouth, rub my diaper, and soothe me to regress into his teeny tiny girl, and as soon as i regress and relax into daddy's arms i start to have my accident for him. i wanna know that daddy's hands are on my diaper feeling my diaper swell as it absorbs everything. i wanna feel daddy's hands press my messy diaper against me and play with it because he wants to and because he wants to prove to me just how much of a diaper dependent baby i am.
i think i want a weekend of being kept regressed as a little and being told that i'm too young to be out of diapers. and daddy says that he has to keep me in diapers, and that if im going to be stubborn and hurt myself by not using them then daddy will have to use medicine to force my body to have an accident for him.
he crisp white of her dress was a stark contrast to the pink fabric I was now forced to wear. I lay there, a pathetic specimen on a cold, hard changing table, her looming figure a constant reminder of my complete and utter powerlessness. This wasn't just a change; it was a complete and total restructuring of my identity, as she worked on my new diaper. She had taken what I had and what I was, and turned it all against me.
See Josh,” she said, her voice a sickening sweet caress that sent a shiver of dread down my spine. "you didn't even have to go through a feminization process, you're so feminine. Long hair, smooth skin, no body hair, did you really think you were a real boy? Real men don't pee in bed.”
Her words, each one a deliberate jab, tore down the last remnants of my fragile ego. The reality of my situation came crashing down. I was a baby now. A Sissy. A nothing to be used. The cool, smooth texture of the new diaper was a promise of a new life, a life where my body, my control, was no longer my own. I could feel my tears coming, I tried to hold them back. She saw it. And smiled.
She tugged the tabs, securing the diaper against my skin, a cruel mimicry of motherly care. "So let's start your diaper treatment," she continued, her hand moving to grab a packet from the shelf behind me, "you'll use them 24 hours a day, thus becoming a true Sissy Baby Boy." She looked at me then, the light in her eyes something I did not understand.
And from now on, Josh," she added, her words a sharp command, "you won't be going to college anymore. And just so that we all can agree that this is where you belong, should I send this photo to your friends? And just so that you understand me, I sent the photos to the girls in your class, so that they can see, how little and weak you are," She was taunting me, trying to break me.
Her smile widened, and she reached for a bottle of baby powder, her hand a promise of more humiliation, more degradation, and more of this new world that I had been thrust into. The knowledge that my life was about to become nothing but an unending string of such moments, that I would never truly leave this room again, hit me like a bucket of cold water. And all I could do, was watch as she took everything.
The crayon snapped in Kira’s fingers with a satisfying crack. She grinned, tossing the broken pieces onto the table where her half-finished coloring sheet lay abandoned. The letters at the top of the page K-I-R-A were barely recognizable, scribbled over in angry, jagged lines. She didn’t want to color. She didn’t want to sit still. And most of all, she didn’t want to admit how much she liked the thick, crinkly diaper tucked under her plaid skirt, already damp from the apple juice she’d gulped down at snack time.
Mr. Thompson didn’t even look up from his desk. "Kira," he said, his voice calm but firm, "that’s the third crayon this week."
Kira stuck out her tongue, swinging her legs under the table. The movement made the diaper shift between her thighs, the padding squishing slightly. She loved that feeling, the way it made her waddle, the way it reminded her she didn’t have to be big here. But today, she was in a mood. A bratty mood. "They’re stupid anyway," she muttered, kicking the table leg.
The classroom was quiet except for the soft hum of the air conditioner and the occasional crinkle of a diaper from one of the other littles. Kira glanced around, her lips curling. Most of them were obediently coloring, their tongues poking out in concentration, their diapers peeking out from under skirts or shorts. Boring.
Mr. Thompson finally set down his pen. "Kira," he repeated, his tone leaving no room for argument, "you know the rules."
She rolled her eyes, but her heart fluttered. Rules. Rules meant consequences. And consequences meant...
"Yeah, yeah," she huffed, crossing her arms over her blouse. The fabric pulled tight over her chest, but she didn’t care. She wanted him to see her. To notice. "What’re you gonna do? Spank me?"
Mr. Thompson didn’t react. He just stood, his chair scraping back, and gestured toward the couch in the corner. The lesson couch.
Kira’s stomach twisted. She bit her lip, torn between the urge to bolt and the part of her that wanted this. Needed it. The diaper between her legs felt heavier suddenly, the wetness spreading as her body reacted to the thought.
She didn’t move fast enough. Mr. Thompson’s hand closed around her wrist, gentle but unyielding, and guided her toward the couch. Kira’s breath hitched as he sat, pulling her over his lap. The skirt rode up, exposing the babyish pattern of her diaper, thick, white, with little purple cricles printed along the edges. The tapes were secured snugly, the plastic backing crinkling as she squirmed.
"Kira," Mr. Thompson said, his voice low, "you’re better than this."
The first smack landed before she could retort. The sound echoed through the room, sharp and final. Kira gasped, her fingers clawing at the couch cushion. The sting radiated through the diaper, but beneath it, something else unfurled, something warm and needy. She whimpered, her hips shifting involuntarily, the padding squishing against her.
"You don’t get to decide when you follow the rules," Mr. Thompson continued, his hand coming down again. Kira yelped, but she didn’t fight. She couldn’t. The diaper was warm now, the wetness spreading, and every smack sent a jolt through her, making her feel small and safe and seen.
By the time he stopped, Kira’s cheeks were flushed, her breath coming in short, shaky gasps. The diaper was heavy between her legs, the wetness clinging to her skin. She didn’t want to move. She wanted to stay right there, draped over his lap, where everything was simple and she didn’t have to be anything but little.
Mr. Thompson helped her up, his touch careful. "Better?"
Kira nodded, her throat tight. She could feel the tears pricking at her eyes, but they weren’t sad. They were the kind that came when you were so full of feeling you didn’t know what to do with yourself. She sniffled, rubbing her face against her sleeve like a child.
"Good," he said, patting her head. "Now, let’s try coloring again. And this time, no breaking the crayons."
Kira nodded, her fingers twisting in the hem of her skirt. She didn’t trust her voice yet. But she didn’t need to. The diaper, the warmth, the way her bottom still tingled, it all told her everything she needed to know. She was little. She was safe.
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Stephanie suppressed a giggle. Damn, this was too much fun! Not that she wanted folks like this bratty bitch to break into her house on the regular, but well… if she could treat them to a little punishment before letting them escape…
“Turn around for me. NOW.”
It was such a pleasure to see those frightened eyes staring back at her, turning obediently as the now-bound girl bent herself to Stephanie’s will. She had the makings of a good slave, really. Pity that she didn’t seem to know the first thing about BDSM - or the delightful sub-genre of forced regression and ageplay…
Sshhwick!
She laughed openly as the girl - Elaine something-or-other, according to the license that she’d idiotically been carrying in her faded jeans - yelped as if she’d been shot. Her whip couldn’t have even stung a baby, Stephanie knew from years of experience, at least not through that boosted ABU Simple diaper. No - at this point the real fun lay in the mind games.
“Imagine how that would have felt if it had been on your bare ass,” she intoned, smiling sweetly into the terrified gaze Elaine turned toward her over her trembling shoulder. “Just imagine how much it would sting, and smart, and probably set a silly little brat like you bawling for Mommy.” And sshhwick! went the whip again. “You know, honey, you should be grateful to me for diapering you up like this before your spanking.”
“Noo,” moaned the helpless young woman. “Please, noo…” “Oh, but yes,” Samantha rejoined firmly, her nails straying gently up and down the girl’s bared thighs. “Thank me for it,” she ordered icily. “Thank me for putting you in a diaper, you little brat. Tell me how grateful you are for protecting your little criminal ass…”
“Yes, thank- you…” Elaine managed to choke out. “But my gut- Please, no- It hurts so-” She was visibly shaking now in mingled terror and discomfort. “I feel- sick-” “Of course you do, you little piece of shit,” Stephanie laughed knowingly. “It’s all those lovely suppositories I crammed inside you while you were knocked out.” She landed another well-aimed blow at the upturned diaper butt before her. “You see, I wouldn’t want that pretty diaper of yours go to waste…”
As the blows fell and the writhing Elaine descended further into abject terror, caught between the anticipated pain of the whip and the real horror of actually shitting herself, Stephanie kept up her verbal accompaniment. She derided, she patronized, she ridiculed, she scoffed - coaxing ever more humiliating acquiescences and pleas from Elaine’s quivering lips. And finally, when her experienced eye sensed that her captive was at her breaking point, she paused to savor the climactic moment.
“No- fuck, please- no, no, no-!!!”
As the music of the hapless girl’s bowels squirting into the confines of her rapidly sagging diaper filled the room, Stephanie smiled demurely. “Oh, my. Looks like someone really did want me to put her back in diapers. Hmm - is that why you came to pay me a visit tonight, I wonder?” She cocked her head in mock puzzlement. “If that’s the case… I suppose I really should give you the full experience, shouldn’t I?”
And so, grinning, she pressed her hands home, grinding Elaine’s hot, squelching mess right back against and into her quivering ass.
Oh, the wails of rage and despair that arose were pure music to Stephanie’s ears. She’d let the girl go sometime, sure. She had to. But for now, this was one hell of a way to turn a break-in into something… enjoyable. At least, enjoyable for her.
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Zuri was determined to prove to her boyfriend how independent she was that day. She had decided on giving up being a little just the day before as it conflicted with her sexy grown woman aesthetic that she found herself drawn to every once and awhile. Despite how confident she seemed, her boyfriend found the endeavor quite adorable. He was preparing to leave for work while she stayed home from work that day and took care of some chores.
“Are you sure you’re going to be okay if I’m gone for the whole day sweetheart? You know I can come back and check that bottom of yours during my lunch,” her boyfriend peered at her softly. “Da- I mean, babe…of course. I don’t even know why you insisted on putting me into these diapers, I told you that I wasn’t going to be little anymore,” Zuri played with her fingers nervously. “Ah, just humor me honeybun, I’m still a daddy at heart and love to see that cute bum of yours all comfortable and padded up”. Zuri blushed a deep shade of purple. Why does he know exactly how to push my buttons?
“I understand babe, I’ll wear them just for you, but don’t expect me to use them today, okay?” Zuri said determinedly. “Of course not cutie”, he said with a wink. They kissed goodbye and went on to start their separate days.
Zuri had been doing amazing all day. She cleaned the kitchen, the bathrooms, and did all of the laundry that had been patiently waiting for a week. All of this and she was able to make it to the pot- use the bathroom like a big girl. Of course, she always taped her diaper back up - not because she wanted to use it - but because it was comfortable and fluffy like a pillow anyways. Why waste a good diaper? She decided to take a break and watch some cartoons. She had just discovered one about this girl who was a ladybug superhero and could not help but binge watch it! Zuri was so into the show that she had felt the rumble in her tummy and disregarded it quickly, assuming she may just need to have lunch soon. Unfortunately for her, it wasn’t just food that her body needed, it was indeed the potty. Zuri barely paid attention to the pressure in her bottom and absentmindedly started pushing into her diaper. The show was too good to tear away from. Someone could have easily heard the little grunts slipping from her mouth as she messed her diaper. She even eventually moved into a squatting position to allow room for it to grow. It wasn’t until the episode ended and she could her the hissing of bladder into her diaper that she finally gasped and looked down. “No no no no, how could this happen?” She panicked, but barely had time to react and she heard keys jingling in the door.
“Hi sweetie, I’m home for lunch- I” her boyfriend sniffed the air. “H-hello, I made some lunch for us! It’s in the fridge, how about you heat it up while I run to the bathroom really really quick-“ Zuri stumbled nervously to her feet, prepared to make a mad dash. “Not so fast you stinker-“ her boyfriend grabbed her by the diaper and pulled her back to him. He pulled it back and peered inside, while Zuri sighed knowingly. “What happened to being a big girl today?” he smirked at her. She looked up with her big doe eyes, “I still am, I just got distracted today.” Her boyfriend chuckled and gave her kiss, “Well good thing this big girl still has a daddy to change her wet and messy diapers.”
After being cleaned and put into new pajamas, Zuri and her daddy snuggled into their couch to watch tv. He gently nudged a pacifier between her lips and she gladly accepted it, suckling very eagerly.
Perhaps she could be a baby girl just one more day after all.
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“Hold it right there.” Luna said as he tried to slip past.
He froze mid-step.
She already had that smug, knowing smirk plastered across her face. “Is there anything you want to tell me?” she asked,
He gave a quick, nervous shake of his head.
“Mmm-hmm… You sure?” Luna pursed her lips together. “Because someone’s got a little waddle going on… and those cheeks are turning niicce and pink...." She gave him a slow up-and-down look. "Someone’s been busy in his pamper again, hasn’t he?”
“I’m not wet!” he blurted. “I swear, it’s dry! I haven’t gone since the last change when—”
“Uh-huh. Sure, baby.” Her smirk deepened. “I didn’t even mention being wet yet, and you jumped right to it, didn't you? Drop those pants right now so Nurse Luna can check. I think we both know what we’re going to find...”
His hands trembled as he pushed his pants down to his thighs. The heavy, sagging diaper put on full display.
“Oh my! Look how plump and swollen you are!!” Luna cooed. “I don’t even need to touch it to know it’s soaked. That little sag right there? That’s what we in the business call a heavy one. I’ve changed hundreds of these, sweetie. I can spot a thoroughly used pamper from across the room. So go ahead…keep telling me how dry you are. I’ve got all afternoon...”
He shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot, face burning with embarrassment. “I… I really didn’t mean to…” he mumbled weakly, hands twitching like he wanted to pull his pants back up.
Luna let out a soft, amused laugh and shook her head.
“Aww, look at you still trying so hard to be a big boy for me,” she said, voice dripping with mock sympathy. “But big boys don’t walk around with warm, swollen diapers between their legs, do they? They use the potty like they’re supposed to.”
She paused, letting the words hang in the air as she stared at the obvious heavy sag between his legs.
“So tell me, sweetie…you were free to use the potty whenever you needed to. No one was stopping you.” Her head tilted, eyes sparkling with amusement. “So why exactly are you standing here in a soaking wet pamper instead?”
He opened his mouth, face burning. “I… I couldn’t make it to the bathroom in time…”
Luna raised an eyebrow, her smirk turning sharp and skeptical.
“Oh really? Couldn’t make it?” She tilted her head. “It’s not like the bathroom is far. It’s not like your mittens were on. The door wasn’t locked. Nothing was stopping you. You know that you're allowed to use the potty anytime you want. You don’t have to use your diapers.”
She didn't believe him for a second, her voice dripped with condescending sweetness. "So go on, keep telling me your little story."
He tried again, sounding desperate. “I-I really had to go…”
“Did you now?” Luna cooed, lifting the half-empty bottle and giving it a little shake. “I changed you into a fresh diaper just two hours ago. You barely finished half your ba-ba. And if you really needed to go that bad, you could have just used your words and told me. We could have walked you to the potty, pulled your pampers down, and let you pee-pee like any normal, potty-trained man would. I might have even held it for you.”
She leaned in slightly, eyes sparkling with mock curiosity.
“So what seems to be the problem here… hmm?”
He opened his mouth, but nothing came out. He stammered helplessly, completely lost for words, face burning with humiliation.
Luna waited a beat, clearly savoring his silence, then continued smoothly.
“The way I see it, two things could have happened here…” she held up a finger, "One: you didn’t even realize you needed to go. You just let it happen without thinking. That means the unpotty training your wife hired me for is already rewiring that brain of yours.”
She raised another finger, “Or two… you knew you had to go, but instead of using the potty you were freely allowed to use, you deliberately chose to piss all over yourself, to wet your diaper…on purpose."
She crossed her arms, eyes gleaming expectantly.
"So which one is it, baby? Was it an accident? An 'uh oh's'? Or did you decide a diaper was where you preferred to go pee-pee?”
He stammered, eyes darting away. “I… I don’t know… it wasn’t like that…”
Luna’s smirk grew wider, clearly enjoying his discomfort.
“It’s only been two weeks since your wife hired me,” she said calmly, considering. “Full unpotty-training can't have taken hold yet in such a short window, even with a professional like me. Which usually means one thing…”
She let the words linger, watching his reaction.
“I’ve seen this pattern before with quite a few clients. They pout, they whine, they throw little tantrums and swear they hate their diapers.”
Luna gave a small, knowing pause.
“Some of them like the attention. Some of them like to be spanked. And some of them?” Her voice dropped into a soft, conspiratorial tone. “Some of them get so excited the second I start changing their diapers that they pop a little baybee boner right there on the table. I have to be extra careful when I wipe them so they don’t make a goo-goo mess all over the place from just the slightest touch.”
She looked him up and down slowly, her smirk deepening.
“And you… you’re starting to act just like them.”
“What?? That’s ridiculous!” he protested. “You think I actually like wearing these stupid things?!”
“That’s exactly what I think,” Luna replied calmly.
He scoffed. “You’re crazy.”
“Am I?” She raised an eyebrow. “So if I check inside your diaper right now… am I going to find anything a little… stiff?”
He backed up half a step, hands moving to cover himself.
“Nu-uh. No running.” Luna set the bottle and fresh diaper down. “You stay right here. Hands behind your back so I can get a proper look.”
He stood quivering as she stepped in close and groped the front of the soaked diaper firmly.
“Hmm… definitely wet,” Luna murmured, giving it a slow, deliberate squeeze. Then her voice suddenly jumped into exaggerated, mocking delight. “And… ohhh my goodness! What’s this?" she gasped, "Is that a little stiffy I feel twitching away in there?”
He let out a mortified whimper, hips twitching involuntarily under her hand.
She tugged the waistband forward and peered inside, grinning wide.
“Oh my! It sure is!!” she exclaimed, eyes lighting up with glee.
He tried to twist away, face burning crimson, but she held the diaper open with one hand and kept him in place.
“Awww! Look at you!” Luna cooed, voice thick with fake sympathy. “Soaked like a widdle tottler and your tiny tinky winky is rock hard in its pissy pamper! Throbbing and leaking like crazy…”
She gave the front another playful squeeze, watching him squirm.
“Well, well, well,” she purred. “Just like I thought. I’ve seen this exact pathetic little routine dozens of times: grown men swearing they hate their diapers right up until their tiny widdle wee-wee starts leaking in one. Pathetic… and sooo predictable.”
Luna gave the front of his soaked and tented diaper one last firm, possessive squeeze, watching him tremble. She pulled her hand back slowly, clearly savoring his humiliation, then tilted her head with that signature smug smirk.
“So tell me the truth right now, loud and clear...” she continued, voice sweet but commanding. “Are you going to keep pretending you want to be a big boy who uses the potty...or..." She leaned in closer, eyes locked on his, her face only inches away, "...are you going to admit you prefer pampers?”
He squirmed desperately, shifting his weight from foot to foot, the heavy soaked diaper crinkling loudly between his legs. His hands clenched into fists behind his back as sweat beaded on his forehead. He tried to look away, but she gently caught his chin with two fingers and turned his face back to hers.
“Say it,” she whispered, almost tenderly. “Say ‘I don’t wanna use the potty anymore, Nurse Luna. I love going in my diapers. I only want to use my pampers!’”
The silence stretched painfully long.
Luna simply waited, patient and utterly confident, still holding his chin so he couldn’t escape her gaze. The only sounds in the room were his ragged breathing and the occasional wet crinkle of his sagging pamper. His face burned crimson. His erection throbbed visibly against the front of the soaked diaper. Every second that passed made the humiliation worse. He knew she could see exactly how conflicted and excited he was.
“Go on, baby… We both know it’s true. Say it for Nurse Luna.”
He swallowed hard, lips trembling. His eyes darted around the room, desperate for any escape, but there was none. The weight of her stare, the warmth of his own mess pressing against him, and the undeniable stiffness between his legs finally broke him.
“I… I don’t wanna use the potty anymore, Nurse Luna,” he whispered, voice cracking with shame. “I love going in my diapers. I only want to use my d-d-diapers...”
Luna’s smile widened, slow and deeply satisfied.
“There we gooo!!” she said softly, almost tenderly. “That’s exactly what I thought. I’ve seen this dozens of times, you know. Grown men swearing they hate their diapers, fighting it so hard… right up until they finally admit they love using them. You’re not becoming incontinent, sweetie… you’re choosing your diapers because you like them. Perfectly capable of holding it… you just don’t want to anymore! Do you?!?"
She gave his throbbing front one last teasing pat. “And because you were so honest with me, I’m going to give you a little reward!" She said, smirking. "Part of unpotty-training is getting you properly sensitized to your diapers, teaching that little brain to associate them with pleasure. So Nurse Luna is going to be extra nice today…”
She let the words hang for a moment, watching him squirm with anticipation and lingering shame.
“So here’s how this is going to work, sweetie,” she said. “You’re gonna get down on all fours like you do for tummy time… but this time you’re going to grind that hard little thing against your warm, pissy pamper until you make a biiiigg sticky mess in it!”
He flushed deep red but didn’t argue. In fact, he was surprisingly intrigued. As he started to obey and drop to his knees, her hand pressed firmly against his chest, stopping him.
“Nu-uh uh!" She clicked her tongue, "Not until I hear you say it again, baby. Not until you admit to me exactly how much you wuv your widdle diapurrs!! Say it, baby...use your words.”
His face burned crimson. “I… I wuv my diapurrs, Nurse Luna…”
“Louder.”
“I wuv my widdle diapurrs!!!” he repeated, voice shaking.
“Good boy." She grinned, "Now get down on the floor.”
He dropped to all fours immediately and began humping frantically, grinding his rock-hard erection against the heavy, soaked, squelching padding with wild, shameless abandon. His hips bucked desperately, the loud crinkling and wet squishing sounds echoing through the living room as he rutted like a desperate animal in heat. Soft, needy whimpers and moans spilled from his mouth as he humped harder and faster, completely lost in the filthy pleasure of his own mess.
“Keep saying it, honey,” Luna cooed. “Tell me while you hump. Tell me you never want to use the potty again.”
“I love my diapers…” he gasped between frantic thrusts. “I never want to use the potty again… I only want my pampers… I love my diapers…!”
His movements grew even more frantic, hips slamming harder against the warm, heavy mess. “I love my diapers… I only want my pampers… I never want to use the potty again…!”
Any last reservations had completely vanished. He was moaning openly now, repeating the humiliating phrases over and over like a broken record while he desperately fucked his own soaked diaper.
"I never want to use the potty again! Just pampers! Just pampurrs! Just...just..."
Less than twenty seconds later his whole body locked up. His hips stuttered violently as he came. Hard. Flooding the already-soaked pamper with thick ropes of cum, groaning loudly into the carpet. Luna watched with a delighted smirk as his pathetic little spasms continued, milking out every last drop into his padding.
He collapsed forward, gasping and trembling. The heavily soaked diaper crinkled and squelched as he sluggishly rolled onto his back. His eyes fluttered open, still glassy and half-lidded, only to widen in sudden horror as he spotted Luna’s phone aimed straight at him...recording everything.
“Oh my goodness! Done already??” Luna exclaimed in exaggerated shock, pointing the camera at her own mock-surprised face. “In twenty seconds? Aww! Someone must really love their pampers, huh?”
Post-nut clarity slammed into him like a truck. The shame hit hard. He cursed himself silently for letting his horniness take over, for saying those pathetic things, for humping his own pissy diaper like a desperate addict while she watched. And now it was all on video. Proof. Irrefutable evidence for his wife.
He tried to cover himself and reach for the phone, but she smacked his hands away.
“Nu-uh! No hiding now.” She leaned over him and drew up the waistband so she could peek inside his diaper. Eyes going exaggeratedly wide.
“Wow… such a big, nasty sticky mess in there!!” she laughed softly. “Look at all that cum mixed with your pee-pee. You really creamed your pamper like a proper little diaper boy. So fast, too! How pathetic.”
She slipped two fingers into the warm, sticky interior, slowly stirring through the thick mixture of his cum and piss. When she pulled them back out they were coated in glossy, stringy goo. “Look at this…” she murmured, holding her glistening fingers up in front of his face, spreading them so he could see the stringy ropes between them. “Open up, baby. Taste what you just did.
When he hesitated, she simply pressed the sticky fingertips against his lips until he obediently opened and began to lick. The salty, warm taste of his own mess filled his mouth as she watched with smug satisfaction.
She gave the soggy, cum-filled front a patronizing pat, pressing the warm, sticky mess firmly against his sensitive skin.
“Looks like we have all the evidence we need,” Luna said with deep satisfaction. She finally lowered the phone, giving him a long, amused look as he lay there spent and humiliated. “Wait until your wife sees this. She’ll see exactly how effective I am at unpotty training you. Look at you… repeating how much you love your diapers and how you never want the potty again, while you humped your messy pamper like a desperate little bitch!”
Luna smiled down at him sweetly, clearly savoring the shame washing over his face. She casually tossed the fresh diaper onto the coffee table.
“You won’t be needing this one,” she said lightly. “You’re going to stay right there in that warm, sticky one you made for yourself.”
She pulled him up to his feet and guided him over to the blue couch. Luna sat down and firmly draped him across her lap, cradling his head in the crook of her arm. She picked up the half-empty bottle and pressed the nipple to his lips.
He squirmed and turned his head away with a weak, embarrassed whimper.
“Nu-uh,” Luna cooed. “Don’t fuss, baby. I think we're way past that by now. Do you need a little reminder of the state you’re in? Hmm?! Should we look inside your diaper again? Do you need to see what you did?”
She reached down and lifted the waistband of his heavily soiled diaper, holding it open so he could see the glistening, stringy cave of cum coating the entire inside.
He shook his head frantically, eyes wide with shame.
“Yeah… I think we do need another reminder..." Luna said with mock sympathy. She slipped her fingers back into the warm, sticky interior, scooped up a thick, glossy glob of his cum, and slowly smeared it all over the rubber nipple of the bottle until it was shiny and dripping.
She pressed the goo-coated nipple firmly against his lips.
“Open up, baby. Taste what you made while you drink your ba-ba.”
He whimpered, but didn't protest anymore, just hesitantly took the cum-crusted bottle into his mouth.
“Good boy,” she praised softly, rocking him gently as he began to suck. Her free hand slowly patted between his legs, pressing the warm, sticky mess against him with every rhythmic pat.
“Feel that?” she whispered tenderly. “That warm, sticky goo-goo you just made? That’s all yours, honey. I didn’t make you do that. You didn’t have to say those things. You didn’t have to hump your pamper like a desperate little cum-pumper…”
He let out a soft, mortified whimper around the bottle nipple, his cheeks burning hotter as he suckled. The pathetic little sound only made Luna’s smile widen.
She continued rocking him, her voice calm, soothing, and utterly condescending.
“You know...most men I get assigned to take months to become fully diaper-dependent” she cooed. “Daily hypnosis sessions, constant punishments, positive reinforcement when they use their diapers, negative reinforcement when they even think about the potty… the whole program. Some of them fight me for half a year before they finally break.”
She leaned down and planted a gentle kiss on the top of his head, her hand still patting the soggy, cum-filled front of his diaper.
“But you? You broke completely in just two weeks.” Her voice dripped with mock amazement. “So eager to give up the potty! Forever. How adorable… and how pathetic.”
He whimpered again beneath the bottle, a high, embarrassed sound that vibrated around the nipple as he nursed. Luna chuckled softly.
“So while you’re suckling your ba ba like a good widdle baybee, I want you to really let this sink in…” She rocked him a little slower, pressing the sticky mess more firmly against his skin with each pat. “I didn’t unpotty train you, sweetie… you did it to yourself. You chose your pampers over a potty. You’re going to be pee-peeing and poo-pooing in nothing else from now on. And now you get to sit in everything you chose like the good little diaper boy you wanted to be.”
Luna smiled sweetly down at him, watching his eyes glisten with shame.
“That’s right… Let allll the choices you made soak in… until your wife gets home… and you can show and tell her yourself.”
"I don't want a diaper today, Nanny," you said seriously, looking up at Nanny from your position on the beanbag chair as they fluffed out a pink princess-themed diaper for you. Nanny set the diaper on the changing table, amusement crawling over their face like a rising sun, beginning with their lips curving into a smile and ending with their sky blue eyes twinkling.
"You don't, honey?" Their voice was as sweet and smooth as said honey. Clearly not taking you seriously as they bent down to check your diaper again. As a bedtime diaper, it was much thicker than the ones that you'd regularly wear throughout the nursery. For added comfort and absorbency, Nanny had also added in two boosters the night before.
"I know sitting in a soiled nappy overnight is never fun," they went on sympathetically, squishing the soggy padding for extra emphasis, "but that's just a part of being in diapers. What's the matter, baby? You were just showing Nanny how much you love your diapers yesterday. Don't you remember how good your mushy diaper felt after your blowout?"
Your cheeks heated as you recalled the events Nanny was referring to. After feeding you a bottle spiked with castor oil for lunchtime and teasing you with lots and lots of "rubbies," Nanny had left you in the playpen by yourself for a bit. A mistake on their part, since in no time at all you were leaking more than just pee through your diaper, all over the giant stuffed elephant, Mrs. Snuggles, that you had taken the liberty of humping. Your bottom still stung from Nanny's reminder of how good babies behave, making your soiled pants even more uncomfortable than they already would have been after you slept in them for who knows how long. It had taken an hour of 'bathtime' (thorough scrubbing by Nanny) in order to clean Mrs. Snuggles off. Looking down at your feet, you twitched your toes in embarrassment. Nanny's thumb brushed your cheek.
"Do you really want to give that up?" they asked, voice soft and gentle. "I know it's hard at times, but Nanny is there to take care of all your accidents. You don't need to be ashamed, Nanny loves when you show them what a baby you are. The fact that you're so happy to make poopoos in your pants for me.. it gets Nanny all excited in a way I think you're very intimately familiar with."
You were almost convinced. Nanny was good at this. Good at making you feel too humiliated to say no, good at making you feel like it was the best option to just let them do what they liked. But today, you wanted to give up your diapers. You wanted to be a big kid just like Nanny. Reaching up, you pulled your pacifier out of your mouth to put emphasis on your desire to be more grown-up.
"Nanny, I wanna start potty training tuh-day," You tried not to let your lip wobble as your confidence faltered under their steady, unreadable stare.
"Potty training?" There was a slight sneer in Nanny's voice, as if they couldn't believe what they were hearing. They bent down, making their tone even more sweet and condescending as they asked, "Where did a tiny tot like you hear about a big kid thing like that?"
"Big sis was telling me about it the other day!" You explained, trying not to let a lisp creep into your words. "She told me how much bigger it makes her that she can use the training potty. I wanna be big just like her!"
"I see," Nanny smiled, mentally filing that away for later. "Well, of course you can start potty training today, sweetie! Why would Nanny ever say no to such a noble request? Let's go eat some breakfast, then we can have some potty training time rather than some playtime~"
You bit back a grumble at the announcement that you would be losing your morning playtime. It would all be worth it in the end. Nanny opened their pink diaper bag and refolded the princess-themed diaper that they had fluffed out, stuffing it back in. "I don't think you'll be needing that anytime soon, then? I think that nighttime diaper will hold through breakfast.."
"Alright, kiddo! Nanny will just need to grab a few supplies to help you along with your training."
After a long feeding (and burping) session on Nanny's lap, you were stuffed and had no will to resist anything Nanny could do to you. They first pulled out a blindfold from the dreaded bondage drawer of your wardrobe, where Nanny kept all of your nasty restraints. They rummaged for a long moment, before approaching you with a blindfold. You stiffened as they took away your sight. That didn't seem like something you'd need for potty training. The next thing went around your neck, pressing against your throat and clicking shut as Nanny attached it to you. A collar, you presumed. You lifted a hand to try and feel it, but Nanny quickly caught your hand and slipped it into something warm, thick, and familiar, doing the same with your other hand.
A blindfold, a collar, and mittens.. what is going on?
"There, there," Nanny spoke soothingly as a shiver went down your spine. "I promise, these are completely necessary for potty training."
Their hand rubbed your back for a long moment, before their presence moved away. You heard Nanny open the closet, and wrestle a certain device out of there, wheeling it over to you. You blushed. You knew exactly what it was, and it never stopped being embarrassing when Nanny used it with you. You were a big kid, you could walk! Especially when you were going to start potty training.
"Nanny," you whined. "I don't neeeed a stroller.."
"I know, baby. But you do need a paci gag if you're going to argue with Nanny today," Nanny replied sternly, before shoving yet another instrument of humiliation into your mouth and threading the straps behind your head, tightening it until they were sure you couldn't spit it out.
"Now, come on sweetie. You may not need the stroller, but I want you to be in it," Nanny pressed their finger against the gag for a moment to make it clear that they wanted you suckling on it. Once you started doing that, they placed one hand under your soggy bottom, and the other behind your back, lifting you into the stroller with a grunt of effort.
The stroller was by no means uncomfortable, but that didn't make it any less mortifying for you, or any less amusing for Nanny. Additionally, the stroller had a five-point harness- mostly to ensure that you didn't fall out, but it had the side effect of the crotch strap rubbing and vibrating slightly against your soggy diaper as Nanny wheeled you out of your nursery. You had no idea where they were taking you thanks to the blindfold and the distraction that the crotch strap caused. It was just enough to titillate your aching, denied privates, but not much more than that. The diaper was just too thick, you couldn't wait to get it off. Maybe once you proved to Nanny that you could use the potty, they'd let you take care of the ache down there!
That wasn't the only thing torturous about this ride. Nanny felt the need to stop every five to ten steps to check on one thing or another. From something as small as making sure the water fountains in the hallways were working, to poking their head into a classroom to make sure other kiddos were behaving even without them in the room. Of course, the other caregivers who worked with Nanny would make sure littles behaved in their absence. At one point, you heard the sound of another little getting spanked mercilessly while receiving an equally blistering scolding. It reminded you of what had happened to you yesterday, and you were relieved that Nanny still swayed your stroller in a soothing motion during each stop.
Eventually, your adventures reached the other side of the building. You heard the sound of Nanny entering something into a keypad, and then click of a door unlocking. You swallowed, realizing that you were being taken into the grown-up zone. Only Nanny and their occasional adult visitors were allowed in there. Did this mean Nanny viewed you as an adult now? You hadn't even started using the potty yet. Another door opened, and Nanny wheeled your stroller to a halt, undoing your blindfold but leaving everything else on. You saw the big pink gym bag slung over their shoulder- they stuffed the blindfold into the front pocket and zipped it shut. Then, they took out a small device of some sort, attaching it to the belt on their jeans without a word. You squinted, trying to get a better glimpse, but Nanny made a wide gesture.
"Don't focus on Nanny, sweetie! Take a look around you!" they invited.
You obediently looked around the room, at first puzzled. It wasn't like any of the rooms in the main sector of the nursery. The walls were sleek and dark, nothing like the vibrant and colorful patterns on the nursery wall. The polished white ceramic flooring and smooth white ceiling contrasted the color of the walls in a way that was elegant and professional. You didn't need to be in the grown-up zone of the building to know that you weren't supposed to be in here. Your eyes traced over smooth marble counters, a silver-rimmed mirror behind a massive sink, a bathtub that could comfortably fit at least two adults, and lastly, the very thing that you had wanted to use today. The potty.
ZAP!
As soon as your eyes lingered on the potty for a bit too long, you felt a jolt of electricity, followed by a jolt of fear as you realized that Nanny had locked a shock collar around your neck. They stood there, with the remote, a bright, innocent smile on their face. A faint chuckle escaped them as they observed the terrified expression on your face.
"Look at it, baby," they cooed.
You obediently looked at the toilet again, and you were immediately hit with another zap. You yelped in pain and protest, trying to grab at the collar with your trapped hands, which prompted Nanny to shock you again. Nanny approached your stroller again, unbuckling the harness and grabbing you by the chin, forcing you to keep looking at it.
"See that?" Nanny pointed at the porcelain seat that you hadn't seen in years, ever since Nanny had taken over the responsibility of caring for you. "That's a potty. A real potty, for much bigger kiddos than even your big sister. It's much, much too big and complicated for a baby who still regularly poops their pants without even realizing it. Nanny is the only person in this nursery that's allowed to use this."
Their smile turned ominous as they waved the remote in your face, their thumb grazing over the big button with a glowing red lightning bolt etched onto it. "And this? This is what Nanny calls the good baby button. They call it that because it incentivizes collared little ones to be good babies for me. You're going to obey every single word I say, without hesitation. If you disobey, I'm sure some zappies will help change your mind."
Nanny snapped their fingers. "Okay, sweetie! Out of the stroller, let's see how well you can crawl for Nanny. Can you make it to the potty, do you think?"
Nanny had situated the stroller all the way on the other side of the massive bathroom. You doubted they would just idly sit by and let you make it there, either. But what exactly was their game? You clambered out onto the floor, wincing at how cold and hard it was on your knees compared to the soft carpets and mats that dominated the majority of the nursery. Nanny's foot softly bumped your padded bottom, sending you on your way. As soon as you looked at the toilet again though, Nanny zapped you. Instantly, your legs buckled beneath you, and you lost a bit of control over your bladder, trickling into your diaper as you endured the shock. Nanny watched you, calm and collected despite your whimpers and cries. They just waited for you to get back onto your hands and knees. You cast a wounded look in their direction, but they just gave you that far too innocent smile that they were so good at.
"How's that diaper looking? I hope you're not too wet. Little babies who leak in their diapees surely won't earn potty privileges for a good few years."
That's a condition, you recognized. That's the game. They're going to keep trying to make me leak.
Gritting your teeth, you started on your journey towards the toilet again. As soon as your eyes settled on the porcelain throne again, another zap hit you. You whimpered. Nanny rarely ever used the shock collar on you, they usually just decided a spanking was enough. You would much rather be getting spanked right now. But Nanny showed no such mercy. They kept up with your snail's pace, chuckling as you figured out that you wouldn't be allowed to look at your destination. Your eyes trailed to the floor, making you feel like you were crawling towards an object of worship as you approached the toilet. Then you heard a very different buzzing sound.
Uh-oh.
A moment later, you moaned around your pacifier as you felt Nanny press the buzzy toy against your diaper. The caregiver grabbed your arm, momentarily stopping you in your tracks as you instinctively humped against the wand. For a moment, the thought of potty training vanished from your head. Why go potty when your diapers felt this good?
Stop it. STOP IT. You pulled away from Nanny more forcefully. They were trying to trick you. You wouldn't fall for it! This was your one chance to prove that you could be a grown-up. You wouldn't throw this chance away for the sake of an orgasm. It wasn't worth it. You couldn't think about how warm and wet your diapers always felt against your special spot. Think about how nice it'll be to use an actual toilet!
"Oh? Baby doesn't want cummies?" The teasing words were aimed at the back of your head as you turned back towards the toilet. You briefly set eyes on it to make sure you were headed in the right direction. Just a quick glance, something that earned you an equally quick zap. This time, you gritted your teeth and just kept crawling. You could hear the water in the toilet now. You kept your eyes low to avoid being shocked again, ignoring Nanny's teasing about your soaked bottom. Eventually, your fingers brushed the surface of the toilet, and you twisted onto your bottom and sat there, looking up at Nanny expectantly. A moment later, you felt the buzzy wand on your crotch as Nanny forced your legs open.
"Wow! You made it all the way to the potty for the first time! Do you know what you have to do next, little one?" Nanny cooed as they turned up the buzzy wand, this time holding firm as you tried to wriggle away so you could focus on their words and not their actions. You choked on a moan, trying to close your legs but failing miserably. It had been so long since Nanny had used the wand, it only took thirty seconds for you to start getting close.
"Nahhhhnee," you whined. "Feels funneeee.."
"I know, baby," Nanny replied, pulling the wand back as you neared your climax. "But that's not something potty training little ones get. Good babies get to make cummies in their nappies. If you give up nappies, you give up cummies as well."
What? Big sis never mentioned that.. For the first time, the rose tinted glasses you had viewed potty privileges with were lifted. Was this really what you wanted? Nanny letting you make stickies was a rare treat, but you weren't sure if you could live without it. Nanny said that the occasional release kept you happy and helped you sleep as well as you did. It was true. You always slept best with number threes in your nappy. You looked at the vibrator. Mrs. Buzzy was your friend. Could you live without her helping you out when Nanny decided it was time for a milking?
You shook the thoughts away once again. Once you were potty trained, you would be well on your way back to adulthood. Once you were all grown up, Nanny wouldn't be able to prevent you from making cummies. And it would feel so much better without a diaper between your tightly sealed parts and any stimulation you got down there! If Mrs Buzzy felt this good through a diaper, she must feel amazing without that protective barrier. Determinedly, you started pawing at the tapes on your diaper. Nanny chuckled and crouched down, untaping you but keeping the open diaper close by.
"Well? Time to use it, then," they commanded, narrowing their eyes as you clambered up and settled down on the seat. You could feel more in your bladder waiting to be released, but as you pushed, you realized that your body was going to make that very difficult for you. You should have known, Nanny wasn't just buzzing you off as a reminder of what you were going to lose. They were trying to arouse you so it made it even more difficult to pee.
"Go on! Use it," Nanny encouraged, clapping their hands as they coaxed you. Your pelvic muscles clenched as you tried to push out your pee, but your privates were still pulsing and aching so much from the buzzy wand that nothing came out. You furrowed your eyebrows and whimpered as you pushed so hard that it became painful. Your baby parts ached with need, nothing was going to come out until you took care of it! You dipped a mitten down towards your privates in an attempt to rub. As soon as your hands moved down there, Nanny approached you and grabbed you by the collar. You yelped in alarm as you were dragged off of the toilet onto your hands and knees.
"Excuse me?" they growled, grabbing your chin. "I said you could use the potty. Did Nanny ever give you permission to touch yourself, especially when you're not padded? Answer me!"
"Noooo!" you choked out through your gag, instantly ashamed as Nanny scolded you. "I sorry! It achey!"
Nanny's eyes were cold, clearly nowhere close to forgiving that transgression. But surprisingly, they didn't shock you now. Maybe they were worried about how much you could take from the collar. They just pulled you away from the toilet, wrapping you back up in your soggy diaper, then dragging you back towards the stroller. Your heart sank as you realized what Nanny was doing. You were going to have to restart from the very beginning, going through the same torture to reach the toilet.
"Crawl with me, you ungrateful brat," the caregiver scolded. "We're going to try that again. Good kiddos go potty once they're on the toilet. If you take too long on the potty, you belong in diapers so you don't have to worry about how long it takes to let it out. And you especially belong in diapers if you're going to try and touch yourself the second I take it off of you. You think I'm supposed to trust you outside of diapers if you can't control yourself for longer than a minute?"
You were forced to crawl alongside Nanny, all the way back to your starting point beside the stroller. They kept one hand on your collar the entire time, yanking roughly when you slowed down too much for their liking. They also pressed down on your shoulders when you tried to stand. You had your orders, even the ones that Nanny didn't speak out loud. Back to the stroller you crawled. Nanny took a moment, turning away and composing themself before they turned back with a bright smile on your face. It scared you, because you knew it was fake. You had disappointed Nanny by breaking the rules, and now they were going to make your life even more difficult.
"Okay, baby! That was a little bit of a blip, but I know you didn't mean it! You're going to be a good baby this time, aren't you?" Nanny cooed, digging around in one of the stroller pockets and taking out their favorite belt. You flinched at the sight of it, a hundred memories of being struck by that very belt racing through your mind. "Let's change things up a little bit though. I think you've been using your hands too much."
The belt was used to bind both of your wrists closer together, tightly enough that it couldn't slide too far up your arms. It wouldn't make it impossible to crawl, but it would make it harder, and you would have to focus entirely on keeping your balance. Nanny hummed happily as you allowed them to do up the loop on the belt without any fussing. A moment later, they returned with the blindfold and wrapped it over your eyes. You suckled helplessly on your pacifier, not wanting to think about what Nanny was going to do to make this more difficult for you.
"Okay, baby, I think that's good! Why don't we try that again? Where's the potty, hm? Can you remember where it is?" Nanny nudged your bottom with their foot, encouraging you to start your journey. You twisted around, and set off in a direction that you thought you remembered heading in, hoping it would be correct or at least close to it. You grunted as you struggled to find your balance. You had to spread your legs even wider to keep yourself on balance, practically scooting forward in a way that made your padded bottom bob up and down.
"You might think the blindfold is a little unfair," Nanny's voice echoed around you as they kept up with your pace. "I know you're still struggling with object permanence, but it's necessary to know where the potty is even if you can't see it at all times."
It was hard to argue with that logic. Nanny was always good at finding reasons to restrict your senses even more. And even if you did have a good argument against it, you wouldn't dare to backtalk Nanny. It was the number one rule in the nursery- Nanny knew best, and you should always listen to them. No matter how cruel or unfair it was, your only job was to obey. So you just kept crawling, praying that you would reach the toilet soon..
BZZZ!
You practically screeched as the shock collar went off again. You folded onto the ground, pawing at the collar as best you could with your tightly bound hands. Nanny's laughter only made it ache even worse. Why were they being so mean? They should've been proud that you wanted to be a big kid! But they just seemed to want you to use your diapers even more. What did they get out of this?
"Aww, baby.." Nanny cooed. "Come on now, don't just lay there. I'm going to give you another sixty seconds. If you don't make it to the potty after that amount of time, we're just going to have to try again another day."
Sixty seconds? You scrambled back onto all fours, swinging your head around as you tried to make sense of where you were. Pressing onward like a moose trudging through a river, you chose a direction and scrambled in it as quickly as possible. You were like a senseless mutt, whimpering and sniveling as you tried to find your way. It was a sight almost as pathetic as it was adorable.
And in that instant, you knew you had lost. Even if you could somehow reach the potty, Nanny would find a way to make sure you lost. They allowed this whole game because they knew you had no chance of winning. It was over, and it was time to let go. You slumped to the ground, letting your tears fall, swallowing your pride and releasing into the padding around your waist. But it didn't stand a chance of holding against this last flood, and in no time at all, you heard the sound of liquid dribbling on the hard, polished floor. A clear, humiliating indicator of your defeat.
"Aww, is that a little leaky from the baby? That's okay, sweetie!" Nanny smiled, taking away your blindfold as they watched you leak uncontrollably on the floor. "I don't think you're quite ready for the potty if you're leaking on the way there, or if you can't use it when you're on it. Nanny is very proud of you for trying, though!"
Scooping you up, they carried you back over to the stroller. Nanny set you back in it for a few minutes while they took out and laid out a pink changing mat, all while you sniffled and whined and avoided eye contact with the grown-up, eventually covering your eyes entirely so you couldn't see Nanny preparing to even further distance you from potty training. The caregiver made a point of being as loud as possible as they took out the changing supplies and fluffed out a diaper. Then you heard a clicking sound, followed by the sound of something soft being sliced a few times. Something like a soft diaper getting small holes sliced in it to let pee through..
Oh no.
You started crying quietly as the sound of more crinkling and rustling confirmed your suspicions that Nanny was double diapering you. Double diapers were reserved for particularly naughty or leaky littles. In Nanny's eyes, both were your case, so this was as fitting as the diapers would be around your waist. Nanny soon finished with their preparation, and you heard their heels clicking against the ground as they reapproached you. Your hands were gently moved away from your face, revealing a smile that was even brighter and more enthusiastic than usual.
"Shh," Nanny said softly, using a thumb to brush away your tears. "It's okay. It's okay, baby. More than okay, in fact. You're much cuter in diapers than undies or pullups anyways. Trust me, I know all about it. Only grown-ups can be truly potty trained, and that's just not you. Not now. Not anytime soon."
Nanny lifted you out of the stroller and onto the changing mat, quickly undoing your tapes and rolling up the soggy padding into a ball, then wiping you down and sliding the diapers beneath you. They squirted baby lotion into their hands, beginning to gently rub it in. You suckled on your pacifier, still trying to calm yourself. You had to admit, Nanny's touch was really helping with that. So smooth and gentle, never going too fast, never overwhelming you, even when their fingers brushed your most intimate areas. They smiled brightly as you looked up at them for reassurance, leaning down and pecking your tummy affectionately. Slowly, your cries quieted until you were just sulking in silence as the smell of baby powder hit your nose a moment before the cool, ticklish ointment sprinkled down onto you, covering up any other smells in the bathroom.
"It's better this way," Nanny reassured you. "You're much better fitted for diapers and buzzies than you are for undies and big kid playtime. Your diapers feel good anyways, don't they? I promise, undies don't feel nearly as amazing on your baby parts. And diapers have much cuter patterns. Just look at this one I've chosen to put on you along with this white one! It has cute little pink princesses on it- don't you like princesses, baby?"
It was the same one Nanny had fluffed up that morning, only for you to reject it. The smiling princesses on it seemed to mock your failure. You nodded reluctantly as Nanny rubbed the powder in, pushing your legs up to sprinkle your bottom as well. You couldn't help but giggle at how soft everything felt. Especially the heavenly feeling of the cushy padding being folded up over your crotch and wrapped around your waist. Nanny took their time counting out all four tapes of the first, plain white diaper, instructing you to count as well to give you something to focus on. Then they started taping up the promised princess printed diaper. The humiliation of the moment was outweighed by your relief that Nanny still loved you despite your mistakes. You smiled. Nanny beamed.
"There we go! I think you'll be doubled up for a few days, maybe a few weeks," they announced proudly. "Just so that you remember who makes the decisions about who gets to use the potty here. Because it's not you in either case, baby. It's Nanny. And it's that way for a good reason."
Pushing up your legs once again, Nanny delivered three decisive pats to your thickly padded bottom, before ushering you up onto your feet for one final moment of humiliation. Your caregiver picked up the full, leaky diaper and dumped it into your hands. "Hold that. Do you know what that is? You did that, baby. All by yourself. Every single drop of peepee and big kid juices in that diaper came from you. And that's the reason that it'll never be you in charge. You're not a grown-up, and you're not allowed to use the potty. That's not going to change anytime soon, little one. I think you and your sister are both needing a bit of a reminder of where you belong. I'll handle her later, but right now, you're Nanny's primary concern, and they have one more gift for you."
You started to cry again as they teased you. But nothing could have prepared you for what came next.
"Now, Nanny's been holding in their own peepees for a very long time, but I don't think you deserve an example of how a grown-up uses the potty. Hmm.. what's a Nanny to do in a situation like this?" Nanny tugged at the waistband of their yoga pants, letting them drop to the ground. You gulped as you saw the thin, lacy red panties they were wearing, doing little to conceal their own grown-up parts. You started to back away, but Nanny grabbed your hair and pulled you close with a laugh. "No no, Nanny needs you for this part, baby!"
Nanny guided you down to your knees with that firm grip on your hair, turning your head away so you couldn't see them taking off their panties. You felt Nanny let go of your hair and instead pull back the waistband of your diaper, pressing their crotch against your lower back. You started sobbing as you realized what was happening, gasping as hot liquid began to stream down your back and funneled into your diaper. Nanny let out a dramatic sigh of relief, using their free hand to cup your crotch as the diaper grew warmer and wetter. They let out a steady stream of piss for almost twenty seconds before it slowed into a trickle. But they didn't step away until every last drop was safely in your diaper.
"What?" they teased as you whined. "I thought I made it clear that you only potty in your diapers. It shouldn't make a difference if Nanny also pees in it, you're going to be filling it yourself in no time anyways."
You just buried your head in your hands, crying as you heard Nanny putting their clothes back on. What made it even worse is that you could feel how aroused Nanny had been when their grown-up parts made contact with your skin. They got off on bullying you like this, making sure that you felt like a helpless, stupid baby at all times.
"Now that you're all nice and wet, I think it's about time for your nap. The wetter you are, the better you sleep. Can you say 'thank you' to Nanny for helping you fill your diapers?"
Defeated and demure, your shoulders slumped as Nanny guided you into a warm, soft embrace. You had to admit, Nanny's touch was a much cozier feeling than sitting in a stroller being wheeled to the potty, or sitting on the potty itself. It was where you belonged, as much as your diapers were. You buried your head in your Nanny's shirt, and you choked out your final words.
"Fank you, Nanny. I wuv you.."
"Good baby."
It had been a long day. You had a humiliating, intense morning, and the afternoon did little to help you recover from it, especially after Nanny had made sure everyone else knew that you had failed a potty training test that morning. You had been subjected to teasing from other littles and other caregivers up until your bedtime, which Nanny had decided would be two hours early. That night, Nanny was happy to watch as you curled up in your crib, a content smile on your face despite the harsh treatment that you had experienced at their hand today. They hoped that you would know better for next time. Potty training just wasn't for babies like you. Not until Nanny decided you were big enough to.
Picking up their favorite paddle from where they had set it on the coloring desk, they exited your nursery, softly shutting the door as to not wake you from your well-deserved 5PM bedtime. Hopefully you wouldn't be so fussy tomorrow, and would forget all about the potty by then. In the meantime, Nanny had a silly little toddler to punish, one that had been a bit too big for her britches for quite a while now. Nanny could handle a bit of cockiness over using the training potty, but they drew the line at inspiring the idea that you could start potty training. She had looked a bit too smug when Nanny had made everyone aware of what happened to you this morning.
It was about time someone put her back in her place. Self-proclaimed "big" girls could take big punishments. A thoroughly paddled bottom, a couple weeks on a gag order, and a couple months back in thick diapers having her potty training meticulously coerced out of her. To remind her that Nanny could take away her privileges at any time. That would suffice for the angel of death softly treading down the hallway towards their next victim.
Patrick rolled into the house after his five-day business trip, ready for a beer and some hoops on the TV.
He walked into the living room and called out for his wife Kathy. No response. He'd taken a cab from the airport and just figured she was home but hadn't looked into the garage, where he'd see her car was gone.
Instantly he knew why she was gone. There they were on the living room floor. Nine of the 20 diapers that had come as a "fun pack" from an adult baby company. He'd ordered them a few weeks earlier when his wife was away and had stowed the box in the garage under a bunch of other boxes. No way she would find them. Patrick wore a few while his wife was gone and had taken three with him on this business trip so he could do some crinkling and diaper self-play in his hotel.
But..she'd found them? How? FUCK FUCK FUCK.
He called out again for her though the silence confirmed what he already knew: She was gone and probably for good. She wouldn't want him to explain himself. She didn't want to hear how the diapers made him feel good or how he had had this fetish for decades or how it was harmless or how maybe she could be a mommy and it would bring them closer together. No, she was probably gone.
But she was also a very private person. A churchgoing mouse of a woman who hated airing any dirty business and hated gossip from other people. So his secret was safe at least. They would get divorced and make up some reason and it would be awful and devastating but then he could have his diapers. Just look at them!
That's when he saw the note on the kitchen table.
"I found your pictures too, by the way."
What? No. No. No. Not the pics of him wearing diapers just like this. Wetting them. Messing them. Sucking a pacifier. Holding signs begging for mommies and daddies to change him. How had she found that secret file on their computer? She didn't know anything about technology.
That's when the alerts started on his phone. Facebook notifications. He was always logged into his vanilla Facebook on the home computer and his wife had....uploaded all the pictures.
"Hi everyone. It's Rhonda. But these pics are Patrick. Just wanted everyone to know why I'm getting divorced."
So this wasn't private. Not quiet. Everyone was going to know he was a diaper-wearing sissy fag. Everyone. But hey, at least he had these cute diapers to give him comfort as his life as he knew it ended and a new one as a Pampers fag began.
"Aren't you sick of the lies?"
"Yes, daddy."
"Aren't you sick of hiding for 50 years?"
"Yes, daddy."
"Aren't you sick of lying to your poor wife? Of being a 50 year old virgin who can't even fuck his own wife or give her the pleasure she deserves?"
"Yes, daddy."
"Aren't you too fucking old to keep pretending you're a success? That just because you played college basketball and have a great career that it means you're a man and not a diaper-wearing sissy faggot who needs to be owned by a daddy?"
"Yes, daddy."
"Don't you want your wife and your boss and your sisters and your nieces and your friends at the country club to finally see you for what you really are?"
"Yes, daddy."
"Aren't you tired of wearing boxers? And don't you want to be incontinent and feminized and in your Pampers for good, wetting and messing them for real? And forever? With no hope of ever escaping them? Of waddling and crinkling for the rest of your life?"
"Yes."
"And don't you want to be daddy's sissy? And learn how to suck a cock? And get fucked and then taped back into your diapers? And used by daddy's friends? And spanked? And kept in a crib? Mittens on your hands? No cummies allowed except when daddy says? Huh?"
"Yes, daddy."
"Okay. So, dressed just like that--yes, with the diapers showing and the dress tucked in--walk out of your hotel room and down to your class reunion. Pacifier in, yes. Show the world what you are. And then your new life can begin tonight when you drive to daddy in utter ruin. Right? You'll walk out now and down to the reunion?"
[ABDL. M/f, F/m. Role reversal. Early relationship romance, lil bit of spice.]
The day had been a dreary blur of rain and office work for Emily. She stepped into her quiet apartment, eager to shed the dampness of the outside world. Her mind buzzed with thoughts of time better spent, yearnings for familiar outlets, itches needing scratched. As she kicked off her soggy shoes, she breathed out, long and slow. She missed Brynn.
She had a date tonight. One she half-heartedly scheduled after months of crappy app conversations. It would be something, which at this point was better than nothing. As she looked in the mirror, the rain had left her spirits as damp as her hair.
Emily had been spoiled by Brynn. Which was ironic enough, because Emily liked to do the spoiling. She craved the comfort of a partner who needed her care. Just the thought of Brynn's soaked bottom sent a shiver of goosebumps up her arms. Tonight was for sure a mistake, but she just couldn’t wait any longer. Actually getting what she wanted that was proving impossible. Girls like Brynn were in short supply, the rare little amongst a sea of self-proclaimed doms and daddies without a clue. She had tried to hold on to her tight. Perhaps too tight.
Her phone chimed with a text from her date, a simple "Can't wait to see you tonight!" She took a deep breath and typed back a cheerful response, trying to push her true feelings aside. Sam was one of those daddy types, the dozens of which she had sifted through in her matches. He was cute, that couldn't be denied, but he had a baby face, incongruous with the daddy role he wanted to play. That was why she had chosen him. She would show him, slowly but surely, that he was the one destined for diapers.
Emily took a hot shower, the steam wrapping around her like a warm embrace, and she let her mind drift to the sweet, secret fantasies she had been harboring for so long. Her heart raced at the thought of the transformation she had planned for Sam. It was a long, uncertain game she was about to play, but she had convinced herself she was up to it.
With a towel wrapped around her body, she stepped into her bedroom and surveyed the collection of diapers and baby clothes that had once been for Brynn. She had kept them, a silent reminder of the love she had lost and the life she had hoped to build. Now, they would serve a different purpose. A twist of nerves bubbled in her stomach she laid out a fresh diaper on the bed. It was time to start anew.
Emily had always been the one in charge, the caregiver. But tonight, she would be the one in need. She diapered herself with practiced ease, feeling the soft fabric embrace her body. It was strange, being on the receiving end of something she had done so often for Brynn. Her heart fluttered as she sprinkled on way too much baby powder, rubbing the excess into her tummy and chest. It was one of her favorite things to do with Brynn, and she loved the way her baby smelled sweet all day.
Selecting an outfit for the evening was a deliberate dance. She chose a demure green dress with a lace top that stopped just above her knees, cinched at the waist to show off her figure. The material clung to her curves, but didn't betray her diapered hips and bottom. She could flash those when the time was right.
Emily applied a light face of makeup. She brushed her hair until it shone, letting it cascade over her shoulders in soft waves. In place of perfume, the smell of baby powder lingered on her skin, as much for her as for Sam. Completing the outfit, she slipped into a pair of brown sandals and walked out the door, car keys in hand.
The rain had stopped, and the air was fresh and clean, carrying the scent of wet earth. The city lights reflected off the slick sidewalks, painting the world in a warm glow. It was a beautiful night. She decided to make the best of it.
They had agreed to meet at a small mom & pop Italian place. Sam was already waiting, a modest bouquet of wildflowers in hand. His eyes lit up when he saw her, and Emily felt a pang of guilt. She knew what she was about to do was manipulative, but she couldn’t stop now.
"Sam?" she asked. He didn't quite look like his pictures, his face shaped and shaded by a few days' growth of facial hair.
He nodded eagerly, taking a step closer and offering the bouquet. "Hi Emily, these are for you," he said with a hopeful smile.
"They're beautiful," she replied, eagerly taking the flowers and holding them to her nose. The scent was faint but delightful. She leaned in and gave him a quick peck on the cheek, feeling the warmth of his skin. "Thank you, they smell delightful," she whispered.
"I can't help but notice you're wearing a lovely scent yourself," Sam said, his eyes scanning her.
"Just a little something," she replied.
They entered the restaurant, and the warmth of the interior was a welcome change from the cool evening. The hostess led them to a cozy booth, the red-checkered tablecloth reminiscent of childhood picnics. Whatever misery she had been feeling after getting home from work was quickly whisked away by the aroma of garlic and tomato sauce in the air, mingling with the comforting scent of fresh-baked bread.
Throughout dinner, she played the shy, slightly clumsy role to perfection. She dropped her napkin, spilled a little wine, giving Sam the chance to test the waters with coded comments like, "Oops, maybe you're not old enough for wine after all..."
Emily's heart raced every time he took the bait, her cheeks flushing with a blend of feigned embarrassment and genuine excitement. She giggled and squirmed in her seat, the plastic of the diaper crinkling softly with every movement. It was a sound that sent a thrill through her, a sound she hadn’t heard in a very long time, even if it was coming from under her dress.
As dinner progressed, Sam’s behavior grew increasingly more patronizing. He cut her steak into small, bite-sized pieces, wiped the corner of her mouth with a napkin, and even offered her sips of his water when she had a cough. It all only served to remind her of Brynn's sweet submission, and how much she missed it. The more Sam tried to take on the role of her caretaker, the more uncomfortable she became. But she pushed through the ick, giggled and cooed as Sam spoke to her in a condescending tone, calling her "sweetie" and "my little one." She pretended to love every moment of it, while inwardly cringing at his attempts to be dominant. The whole time, she kept her own thoughts in check, reminding herself of her end goal: when little Sammie would be her very own diapered toddler.
As he signed the check and folded the holder closed, Sam finally asked, "Is my little Emily protected tonight?" He flashed a knowing smile, eyeing her suspiciously.
Emily felt the dry heave in her throat but fought it off with a giggle, blushing harder than the wine stain on her napkin. "What do you mean?"
Sam leaned in, his voice dropping to a patronizing whisper. "I know we talked about it a little bit. Did you put on a special surprise for me?" His eyes twinkled with excitement, mistaking her nervousness for shyness.
Emily took a deep breath and forced a coy smile. "Maybe I did," she murmured, batting her eyelashes.
Sam's reached over and patted her thigh, his hand lingering a bit too long. "Good girl," he said, his voice thick with a patronizing affection. She felt a twinge of regret for choosing him, but she pushed it aside. "I hope you haven't been holding it," he added, a hint of a challenge in his voice. "Little ones like you can get hurt if they hold it too long."
Emily's stomach tightened, but she kept her smile plastered on, nodding eagerly. She had been dreading this moment. So much of her behavior tonight had been noncommittal, could be hand-waved away. She could leave right now with her dignity intact. A wet diaper, on the other hand, that was evidence.
Of course she had been holding it. It was all her body knew how to do, after all. Her body simply did not know to pee in her pants. But if she was going to see this through, it was something she'd have to do, and soon...
Sam insisted she take his hand as they left the restaurant. The diaper felt thick between her legs as they strolled through the city, the night air cool against her skin. She had to admit, it was a thrilling kind of weirdness to be doing all this in public, even if it was just between the two of them.
Emily giggled and leaned into Sam, playing up her little act. Letting her hand go, she let him lead her, his arm around her waist, his hand occasionally dropping below her waist and patting her bottom. Under the cover of the evening dusk she felt his fingers dive beneath the hem of her dress and linger on the plastic of the diaper. She had to bite her tongue to keep from scolding him. She knew this was what he liked, and when she was in his shoes she'd have a handful of his diapered bottom at all times.
"Someone is still dry," Sam whispered in her ear as they came to a stop in front of a park bench. He sounded disappointed.
Emily felt her face go hot with a mix of embarrassment and annoyance. "I'm sorry," she murmured, trying to keep the edge out of her voice. "It's kind of hard to go. I'll try really hard, okay?"
Sam's smile grew more smug, his hand giving her diapered bottom a firm pat. "That's my good girl," he said, before gesturing to a nearby bench. "Why don't we stop here until you go? It'll be our little secret."
Emily motioned to sit down, but he stopped her, with a wag of his finger. "Ah, ah," he chastised, sitting down himself before patting his lap. "You sit here, little one."
Her stomach dropped as she obeyed, her heart racing at the thought of what was to come. She sat gingerly on his lap, felt the heat of his thighs against her own, and she could feel his excitement growing as he held her closer.
Sam leaned in, whispering sweet nothings into her ear, his breath hot against her neck. She closed her eyes, trying to focus on the task at hand. This was just a means to an end, she told herself, as his hand slid over her diaper again, pressing down slightly.
Peeing in her diaper was a strange feeling, one she hadn’t expected to be so difficult. It had seemed so natural for Brynn, who could barely be trusted out of diapers. But for Emily, it was an act of rebellion against her own dignity, a step into the uncharted waters of her own fetish. She took a deep breath, pushed, failed, pushed, breathed out, and finally willed herself to let go, feeling the warmth spread through the padding beneath her. Sam’s hand remained firmly on her diaper, his voice cooing sweet nothings that made her cringe. But that feeling was quickly replaced by another, this one much stronger, as she felt his thumb firmly tracing circles into the warm, wet padding around her crotch.
Emily’s cheeks burned with a mix of shame and arousal as she sat on his lap, wetting her diaper, her nipples stiffening in spite of herself, a quiet moan betraying her. She had never felt so exposed. She was playing a dangerous game, and suddenly she wasn’t sure if she was going to win. Sam’s hand remained on her diaper, his thumb rubbing in slow, lazy circles. She knew he was enjoying her submission, the way she squirmed and whimpered. It was what he wanted, what he had been waiting for all night, but as much as Emily thought she wanted to pull away, it felt like maybe she wanted this too.
As they sat on the bench, Sam’s hand grew more insistent, his voice low and soothing as he whispered baby talk into her ear. The world around them faded away, and all that was left was the sound of her own breathing, the crinkle of the diaper beneath her, and the feel of his hand on her. She could feel herself getting wetter, her body betraying her mind. She had always been in charge, the caretaker. How pathetic was she now, stifling a moan in her pissed pampers?
Sam’s other hand reached up and tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear. “Look at you, all wet for Daddy,” he murmured, his thumb brushing against her cheek. Her skin crawled, but she forced a giggle, leaned into his embrace, her pulse racing. She had to admit, the feeling of his hand on her diaper was doing things to her she hadn’t anticipated. Her body was responding in ways that both disgusted and excited her, and as she found her hips bucking in rhythm to Sam's ministrations, she feared she might not be as in control as she thought.
As if on cue, he stopped. "I think that's enough for now," Sam announced, shifting her off his lap.
Emily felt her body protest as the thumb circles stopped. She didn't dare look up at Sam, afraid her face would give away the conflicting emotions swirling inside her. Instead, she nodded meekly, playing her part to perfection. She stood, her legs wobbly, her cheeks smoldering, and lowered her head. "Thank you," she murmured.
"Um," he began, his voice dropping out of the put-on 'daddy' voice he'd adopted during their date, "Would you like to continue this back at my place?"
Emily's heart hammered in her chest. Yes. So badly. "Actually, I think I'll just go home," she said, her voice small. "I'm feeling a bit overwhelmed." It wasn't a lie.
Sam's smile faltered for a moment, but he quickly recovered. "A-am I doing okay?" he asked.
Emily forced a smile, her heart racing. "You're doing great, Sam. It's just..." she took a deep breath, trying to find the right words. "It's a lot, you know?" Another not-lie.
Sam's expression softened, his eyes searching hers for any sign of distress. "You're okay?"
Emily nodded. "Yeah, promise."
Sam looked at her with a mix of disappointment and concern. "Okay, Em," he said gently. "I'll walk you back to your car."
Emily nodded gratefully, taking his offered arm. The sound of the distant traffic and the rustle of leaves were a stark contrast to the intimate bubble they had been in. Her heart felt heavy, a confusing mix of relief and regret. She had played her role too well, hadn't counted on her own body betraying her. The warmth of his arm around her felt safe, but she knew she needed to break away before she lost herself within his care.
When they reached her car, she leaned into him. "Thank you for understanding," she whispered.
Sam nodded, kissing her forehead. "I just want you to be happy, Em."
Emily felt a pang of guilt, looked up into his eyes. He was cute. Sweet. He'd make the perfect baby one day. "Thank you," she murmured, sliding into her car. "I'll text you tomorrow?"
Sam nodded, his eyes a little sad. "Okay, little one. Drive safe."
Emily managed a small smile before she started the engine. She pulled away, watching him in the rearview mirror as he waved goodbye. She felt a strange sense of relief mixed with a hint of disappointment. She had enjoyed the evening more than she thought she might. In a way, though, it just reminded her of Brynn. Is this how Brynn felt in a wet diaper? Did she look up at Emily and see those hungry eyes she saw in Sam? How did Emily's hands feel, caressing her princess parts in slow circles through her diapers?
Slinking out of her dress and crawling into bed in just her wet diaper, Emily could barely keep her hands to herself. Her heart raced as she felt the sticky warmth between her legs, the outer plastic shell of her diaper crinkling with every move she made. Closing her eyes, she imagined herself plunging fingers into Brynn's warmth, the way she used to. But it was Sam's voice she heard whispering sweet nothings, his thumb making those circles she hadn't been able to resist.
The next morning, Emily woke up to the sun peeking through her curtains. She lay in bed, the cool dampness of her diaper clinging to her. "Blegh," she muttered as she shimmied it off her hips and kicked it to the floor.
After a quick clean-up, she made herself breakfast, her mind racing with thoughts of Sam and her plan. Despite the awkwardness of the evening, she couldn't deny the excitement that had built up in her. The thrill of the chase was intoxicating. One day his cute hiney would be in diapers. And she would squeeze it.
Emily decided to start small, sending him a text message. "Thank you for a wonderful night," she typed with a smile, adding a heart emoji for good measure.
Sam's response was quick. "You're welcome, my little angel. Did you sleep well?"
Barf. Emily bit her lip, contemplating her next move. "I did... It was the first night I've ever spent in diapers." Another truth.
Sam's response was immediate, his excitement palpable through the screen. "Really? Did you like it?"
Emily took a sip of her coffee, the sweetness of the cream and sugar doing little to soothe the bitter taste in her mouth. "It was... interesting," she replied, playing it safe.
"Would you like to try it again tonight?" Sam asked, his excitement clear. "We can watch a movie, snuggle up, and I'll keep you nice and dry."
Emily felt a flicker of doubt, but she pushed it aside. "Okay," she texted back with a smile. "You come to my place? I've got... supplies." She added a winky emoji and hated it immediately.
Sam's response was a series of happy emojis. "Can't wait to see what you've got in store for us!"
Emily felt a twinge of sadistic glee. If only he knew.
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After a shower, Emily appraised the different diapers and baby outfits she had spread across her bed. She frowned, picturing herself wearing each outfit. They had been so perfect for Brynn. She was so adorable and innocent. But on Emily, these stupid baby outfits were party store costumes.
Her phone buzzed with a notification, pulling her out of her thoughts. It was Sam, eagerly confirming their plans. She had to admit, his excitement was infectious.
"See you at 7," she typed back, her pulse quickening before returning her attention to the outfits before her. Pinching the fabric of a fuzzy onesie between her fingers, she wondered for a moment if she should answer the door all dressed up, or if she should start 'big' and let the night progress from there. What was more babyish? Enthusiastically diapering yourself for a guy, or allowing him to diaper and regress you?
"Pick your poison," she muttered to herself, unfolding a fresh diaper. It was better to keep as much control as she could. She was wearing a diaper on her terms. Right?
Emily settled on a pair of white ribbed cotton pajamas with a subtle teddy bear pattern. They weren't necessary babyish, but they would be comfortable for movie night. And she knew Sam would like them anyway, because these were the same pajamas she loved to dress Brynn in. The sheer pajama bottoms hugged and accentuated the bulky diaper underneath. Nothing was left nothing to the imagination. Brynn was always so embarrassed and squirmy when Emily pointed out the diaper's decorations through the fabric. She was especially embarrassed when Emily traced the blue wetness indicator. Emily caught herself daydreaming before finally getting dressed.
Looking in the mirror, she grimaced. "I look ridiculous."
Saved, or maybe screwed by the ringing doorbell, she took one last glance in the mirror, adjusted her pajama bottoms, and headed to the door.
Sam's eyes widened when she answered the door, the excitement clear on his face. "Wow, Em," he said, stepping inside, "You really went all out."
"I hope you don't mind that I dressed comfortably," Emily said, too shy to look him in the eyes, retreating back into her apartment before any neighbors saw.
She turned around to lead Sam to the living room, where she had set up the couch with a mountain of blankets and pillows, a perfect spot for their cuddle session, but before she could take two steps she felt a finger hook into the waistband of her pajamas, stopping her in her tracks.
Sam's eyes had never left her, his gaze lingering on the visible bulge of her diaper. "You look seriously adorable," he said, his voice thick with anticipation.
In spite of herself, Emily smiled, feeling her cheeks color. It was strange to hear him say she looked adorable when she felt anything but. She gave him a peck on the cheek before dragging him by the hand to the couch, patting the cushion. "Come sit," she urged, her voice sweet and coaxing. "It's Fantasia. It's smart adult classical music junk for you, but still Disney for me. Sound good?"
Sam eagerly took a seat, his hand immediately reaching for her diapered bottom. "That's very grown-up of you, Em. And we don't want that at all," he said, his tone gently chastising. "We'll need to nip that behavior in the... butt!"
He swatted her bottom. It was playful, but a little firm. Emily was shocked at first, but recovered quickly. "Meanie!" she shouted, whopping him with a small throw pillow.
"That's better," he chuckled, rubbing in his hand through the thick padding around her bottom, his fingers travelling wherever they liked. It was strange, having him be so overt about it. With Brynn, it had been a gentle dance, a shared secret that grew into something beautiful. This was nice in its own way, upfront, unashamed. It felt good to be desired.
Emily leaned into him, playing her part with surprising ease. She had never been one for physical contact outside of her caregiver role, but she found that she didn't hate it. His hand grew more insistent, his fingers dipping under the waistband of her pajamas to feel the plastic beneath. She allowed it, her breath hitching slightly.
They watched the movie, Sam's hand never leaving her diaper. Emily felt a strange sense of comfort, his warm touch a balm to the ache she'd been carrying for months. Her mind wandered, thoughts of Brynn slipping away as she focused on the here and now. She had to admit, she liked the way Sam looked at her, the way he treated her like a delicate, precious little thing that he could devour at any moment. She would be sure to return the favor.
During 'The Sorcerer's Apprentice,' Emily found Sam's fingers snaking inside the legband of her diaper. She pretended not to notice, not to hear his patient sigh. "Em," he whispered, doesn't all this water make you feel like using the potty?"
Emily watched the brooms on screen dumping endless buckets of water and swallowed a laugh, turning to look at him with feigned innocence. "I'm sorry..." she said quietly, nuzzling her face into his shoulder. "It's just hard for me to let go." Another not-lie.
Sam nodded, his hand moving to her shoulder, giving her a comforting squeeze. "It's okay, baby. We'll take care of that pesky potty training soon enough."
Emily wanted to roll her eyes, but instead closed them, focused on the task at hand, tried to loosen the iron grip her pelvic floor had on her bladder. This was the part she'd have to play, just for a little while. Get vulnerable so he'd drop his guard. She took a deep breath, willing her body to cooperate...
"Sam!" she finally squeaked, her voice pitched up, arch.
Sam's eyes lit up, his hand immediately going to her crotch. "What's the matter, sweetie?"
"I'm... peeing..." she admitted with some effort, her cheeks burning.
Sam's expression shifted to one of pure excitement. "Good girl," he said, his voice low and filled with approval, his hand slowly working itself up and down the warm padding, pressing it gently back up against her.
Emily felt her body betray her once again, responding to his touch, to the wetness of warm urine spreading under his hand, to the feeling of her wet diaper pushed back up against her, rubbing her in all the right places, her cheeks burning with a mix of embarrassment and growing arousal that she tried to stuff back down where it came from.
"I'll change you once the movie's finished, okay?" Sam whispered into her ear, his breath hot against her skin. Emily nodded, her eyes glued to the screen, trying to dissociate. That's some other embarrassment of a girl on the couch, dressed like a baby, pissing in her pampers. Not her. The sound of orchestral crescendos filled the room, covered the sound of her crinkling diaper as Sam fondled her through it, and Emily bit down on her lip trying to fight back the inevitable. All it took to send her over the edge was his other hand brushing her stiffened nipples through her pajama top and kissing the crown of her head.
Emily felt the climax first as a tightening in her belly, the hear of her own arousal spreading outward, making her squirm and whine. "Fffff-fuck!" she whispered out through her teeth. Coming in her diapers was not part of the plan, but instead of stopping, she was helpless but to lean into it, bucking her hips into his hand.
Sam chuckled, his hand slowing its stroking to gentle pats. "What big feelings for such a little girl!" he murmured, kissing her on the head once, twice, three times more, softly kneading her breasts as Emily limply basked in the afterglow.
Her mind reeled. That wasn’t supposed to happen. She had never been into this kind of thing, but here she was, panting in a puddle of her own making. It was like her body had a mind of its own, a treacherous little minion eager to betray her. As if on cue, another trickle of urine escaped into her diaper.
Sam's hand stilled on her chest, his thumb tracing the outline of her nipple through the fabric. "This is a little backwards, Em, but... can I kiss you?"
Emily's cheeks flushed, but she nodded, leaning into his gently parted lips. The kiss was gentle and sweet, a stark contrast to the depraved situation she found herself in, even as she felt his tongue snake its way between her lips. When he pulled away, his eyes searched hers for any sign of regret. She offered a shaky smile. "Thank you," she murmured.
Sam couldn't help but laugh, "'Thank you' is a new one."
Emily felt a strange warmth in her chest, his laughter infectious. "Well, you're taking such good care of me."
Sam's eyes lit up at the praise. "It's what I'm here for, Em," he said, leaning in to kiss her forehead. He looked up at the glowing television as the credits rolled. "Would you like a change? I bet that diaper is positively icky."
Emily felt her face burn again, but nodded, standing up unsteadily. She could feel the warm weight of her diaper clinging to her thighs, the padding at her crotch clumping up and falling out of place. It was not meant to hold up against what it had just experienced.
She led Sam to her bedroom, where she had laid out a changing pad, wipes, baby powder, and an array of diapers. She lay down on the pad, her heart racing as Sam hovered over her, his excitement palpable.
He looked around the room, taking stock. "Nice setup," he mused. "Lots of amenities for a little girl who says she has a hard time using her diapers..." He shot her a glance, his eyes sparkling mischievously.
Emily's stomach tightened as she watched him approach, his hand reaching for the waistband of her pajamas, tugging them down to her ankles, revealing a swollen white diaper covered in alphabet blocks. This was it. He was about to see the inside of her rather well-used diaper. Another rung down the ladder she'd fall. What an embarrassing excuse for a woman she must look like right now.
"Let's get you clean," Sam said, his voice gentle and soothing. He untaped the diaper with surprising care, and she felt the cool air kiss her skin as she lay bare before him. She couldn’t help but feel exposed, vulnerable, and utterly humiliated as the smell of her own urine hit her nose. She cringed internally, but Sam didn’t flinch, he just took her hand and whispered sweet nothings, his eyes never leaving hers as he began to wipe her down with the other. The sensation was strange, both intimate and degrading. She tried to remember the times she'd done this with Brynn, but the shock of the cold wipe made it hard to concentrate. For a couple reasons.
Emily felt her resolve wavering all over again. This little shit she was indulging in was all just an act, right? Just a way to get what she wanted in the end. But the gentle way he touched her, the way he talked to her, it was... nice. Too nice. She was going to the dark side, and needed to put her foot down before she went feral. A feral little diaper baby.
Sam's eyes grew serious as he pulled the diaper away from her, revealing her... well, everything. He paused, looking at her, really looking at her. "You know, Em," he said, his voice low and sincere, "You're the first girl who's ever done this with me... I've been really worried that I'd fuck it up."
Emily's heart twisted in her chest. "I couldn't ask for a better guy," she assured him, her voice softer than she had intended.
"Am... am I doing everything that you want?" he asked, his eyes searching hers for approval.
Emily nodded, the cloying irony washing over her. Yes, Sam, you're doing everything that I want to do to you.
"I like it more than I expected," she said. Yet another not-lie.
Sam's smile was pure sunshine. "Good," he said, his thumb tracing the curve of her hip bone. "I want to make you happy."
Emily felt a strange mix of emotions—excitement, guilt, and something that felt suspiciously like affection. "Sam, can you tell me more about why you like this?" she asked, genuinely curious.
Sam looked thoughtful as he picked out a new diaper from the stash, a candy-themed one. "It's hard to explain," he said, his cheeks flushing.
"Well, what's your favorite part?" Emily urged, her voice gentle.
Sam took a deep breath, his eyes focused on the diaper in his hands. "I don't want to sound selfish," he said finally. "It's the diapers."
Emily's eyes widened slightly, her heart skipping a beat. This was her in! Her opening to make the switch! "Why?" she asked, playing innocent.
Sam shrugged, his cheeks reddening further. "It's probably the same reasons you like them, right?"
Fat chance.
"I don't know," she said coyly, wiggling her naked bottom on the changing mat. "You'll have to tell me."
Sam smirked, sliding the fresh diaper under her bottom. "I like how they look, how thick they are," he began, sprinkling baby powder from her navel to her bottom, casually massaging it in. His gentle touch made her squirm. "I especially like how they look on the bottoms of cute little girls like you. The telltale bulky behind of a girl who can't make it to the potty. You can tell because they have a uni-butt!"
"Excuse me?" Emily laughed.
"So like, every butt has a crack, right?" Sam asked.
"A very scientific observation, Mr. Scientist."
"But diapers don't have a crack. So diapergirls have the most obvious diaper butts. It's a uni-butt!" Sam looked proud of himself.
Emily thought for a moment, opening up her mental filing cabinet, flicking open the Brynn folder to the 'hiney' section. "...Oh my god, you're actually right."
"Of course I'm right," he chuckled, lifting up the front of the diaper between her legs, pressing it against her tummy to hold it in place. "And I like how they feel," he continued, his voice dropping an octave as his hands glided over the diaper's smooth plastic shell. "They bunch up between your legs, force your hips apart, crinkle just loud enough... There's no way you're pretending they're regular underwear."
Emily silently nodded, enjoying the pampering as much as she was enjoying reminiscing on Brynn's uni-butt.
"And I like that you can't just slide them on and off." He continued, taping the diaper into place, snugly securing the four adhesive tapes. "You're in these until I let you out."
Emily felt a thrill at his words, "Oh, is that so?" she challenged, a grin on her face.
Sam chuckled, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "You bet it is," he said, patting the front of her diaper, forcing out little clouds of powder. "You can take it off if you want, but naked hineys are much easier to spank."
Emily let out a little gasp. That was a good line! One she'd have to steal and use on her future littles...
"But, of course, good girls like my little Em would never earn a spanking," he added, offering his hands to help her to her feet.
Emily took his hands, letting him pull her up. The fresh diaper felt snug and reassuring, somehow better than doing it herself. As Sam knelt down and adjusted the fit of Emily's diaper. It finally struck her as odd. "You're really good at this," she remarked. "You're too good at this."
"I've had a lot of practice," he said, standing up.
"But you said I was your first little. Which would make that your first diaper change, like, ever, right?"
Sam's eyes caught hers, then darted away, searching her bedroom wall for an explanation.
Emily couldn't help the giggle that bubbled up. Victory. "Saaaam~" she said, her voice gentle but firm, "I want to know everything. No secrets."
"Ugh, Em..." he protested.
"SaaaaAAAaaAaam~"
"Okay," he said, his voice a little shaky. "I've been into diapers for a long time. It's just something that... turns me on." He looked at her, then away again. "Is that... bad? For a... daddy?" The word felt awkward coming from his mouth.
Emily took a moment to process this revelation. "No," she said, her voice surprisingly steady. "It's not bad. It's just different." She took a deep breath. "But we should to talk about this. It changes things."
Sam looked at her, his brow furrowed. "Does it?" he asked tentatively. "Does it change...us?"
"Do you want it to?" Emily asked. She stepped closer to him, her diaper crinkling with each step, and grabbed him by the belt buckle.
Sam's eyes grew wide, but he didn't resist. "I... I don't know," he admitted, his voice wavering.
Emily leaned in, pulled him closer by his belt, and stood on her tip toes to try to close the distance between them. "What happened to mister-in-charge 'daddy' Sam? Where'd he go?"
Sam's eyes searched hers, a hint of fear in them. "He's still here," he murmured, his voice barely a whisper.
She grinned, "Oh, I don't think he ever existed."
Her words hung in the air, the room suddenly feeling charged with a tension that hadn't been there before. Sam's eyes searched hers, a silent question in them, before Emily spun him around by his belt and pushed him backward into the changing mat.
"W-wait! What are you—" he began to protest.
Holding an identical diaper to her own on both hands, Emily simply grinned. "Tell me to stop."
Sam looked down at the diaper, then back up to Emily, his expression a mix of shock and arousal. He didn't say anything.
Emily knelt down and began to undo his belt, shaking her head, clicking her tongue against her teeth, her eyes never leaving his. "Just a big boy playing pretend," she murmured, her voice a low purr. She pulled down his pants, revealing his hardened erection straining against his boxer briefs.
Sam's breath hitched. "Em, I—"
Emily silenced him with a finger to his lips. "Shh," she whispered, her eyes gleaming with mischief. She tugged down his underwear, freeing his cock, and took it in her hand experimentally. This was definitely going to be different than Brynn...
"Now, what do we do with this?" she asked, slowly stroking the length of him. It was a genuine question.
Sam looked down at his exposed member, his cheeks flushing. "I—uh..."
"Total character break moment," Emily began, "what do you normally do with... this?"
Sam's eyes grew even wider as he stumbled over his words, "Well, I-I usually... I mean, I don't know."
Emily chuckled, enjoying this version of Sam so much more. "It's okay baby, you can tell me. No secrets, remember?"
Sam's cock twitched in her hand, and she felt a thrill of power. Little boys were fun. "I usually... I just..." He took a deep breath, "I... jerk off so I can get the diaper on."
Emily raised an eyebrow, "Really?" she asked, her voice filled with mock innocence. "What a naughty boy," she said, stroking him with a bit more pressure.
Sam nodded, his breath quickening. "I'm sorry?" he offered.
Emily's smile grew more playful. "I guess that's just how I'll have to take care of my baby..." She leaned in closer, her breath hot against his skin as she wrapped her hand resolutely around his shaft and tugged it down to the base. His hips bucked involuntarily, and she giggled, enjoying his squirming.
With the confidence of someone faking it 'til they make it, she began to stroke him, her movements slow and deliberate. She watched his reactions, the way his eyes fluttered closed and his breath hitched. It was like watching a butterfly caught in a spider's web, unsure whether it was about to be devoured or simply toyed with.
"Does that feel good, baby?" she asked, her voice a seductive whisper.
Sam whispered out a moan, "I... I'm not a baby." His voice was strained, his body betraying his words with each jerk of his hips.
Emily leaned closer, her breasts pressing into his thighs, her eyes gleaming. "Tell me to stop," she instructed, her hand moving faster, enjoying the feel of his hardness in her hand.
Sam's breathing was shallow. "I can't," he murmured, his hips jerking upward to meet her strokes.
Emily's grin grew wider. "Because why?" she asked, her voice a sultry whisper.
Sam's eyes searched hers, his cheeks red with embarrassment. "Because... it turns me on," he admitted, his voice barely above a murmur.
Emily leaned in closer, her eyes gleaming with victory. "My sweet, bouncing baby boy," she whispered, her hand moving faster.
"Oh my god," Sam muttered, his body arching as he came, spurts of cum landing on his stomach and thighs.
"Oopsie!" Emily announced, shielding herself with the opened diaper, before using it to wipe up all the little messes he made. "Sammy, look what you did!" She teased, feigning mock-disappointment. "We definitely can't trust this pee-pee out of diapers, now can we?"
Sam panted, his body trembling slightly as Emily played with and prodded his softening cock, wiping away the last of his release with the diaper before taping it snugly around his hips. He looked down at the thick padding and then laid his head back on the mattress for a long moment.
"You're a natural," he finally murmured, reaching for her wrist and grabbing it firmly, then holding it aloft like a prize. "In fact!" he began, letting the unfinished thought hang in the air.
Emily flopped down next to him on the bed so their eyes could meet, hers sparkling with mischief.
"What is it?" she asked, her voice innocently sweet.
"No secrets, Em," he said. "That's your rule. Fess up."
"Okay, okay," Emily conceded. As she conjured an image of Brynn, her chest suddenly tightened at the prospect of telling him everything. Like, everything-everything. Maybe she should start small... Parcel out the easy truths before the hard ones. "I did have a little. My ex."
Sam's expression grew serious. "What happened?"
Oh, where to start with Brynn? Emily rolled onto her back and looked up at the ceiling. "I think I smothered her."
"Like... with a pillow?" Sam's voice was a mix of mock shock and horror.
Emily couldn't help the laugh that escaped her before she gave Sam a playful shove. "You're supposed to be daddy, not a Dad!" she giggled. "No, I didn't literally smother her. I just... took care of her too much. She said I just pretended it was all about her, but it was actually all about me."
It took Emily saying the words out loud to another person for the meaning to finally sink in. "Ugh, fuck," she muttered.
Sam's hand found hers, squeezing gently. "Sounds like you've had a lot of time to reflect."
Emily shook her head, taking her hand back. "Not enough..."
Sam's expression softened, "I'm sensing there's more you're not telling me?"
Emily took a deep breath and turned away from him. "I... maybe only dated you as a little because I thought I could get you into diapers." She clenched her eyes shut.
Sam was quiet for a long moment. "Why?" His voice was gentle, but there was a hint of something else. Hurt, perhaps.
Emily swallowed hard and turned to face him. "You looked... nice. You claimed to be a daddy, but I thought maybe I could change you? And I was really fucking lonely."
Sam's eyes searched hers. "So, I'm just Brynn for tonight?" His voice was quiet, the excitement of moments ago draining away as he grabbed the thick padding of his diaper. "Congrats, Em, you did it."
Emily felt the guilt drop through the floor of her stomach. "Wait, please. It's different." She wanted to hold his hand again but was afraid he'd pull it back. "It started out under shitty pretenses. But I want to be honest now! I really like you."
Silence.
"And I didn't know I would... like it so much."
Silence.
"The diapers. The... little stuff. What you do to me in them."
Silence.
"Ugh, my cheeks are on fire."
"So, let me get this straight," Sam said. "You're a mommy. You don't wear diapers. But you saw my dating profile, a daddy, but you didn't believe me, thought you could turn me."
"Sam--"
"We go on a date, you show up in diapers. You pretend to be a little, sit on my lap and pee yourself in public on my command... Stop me if anything is inaccurate..."
Emily felt her eyes welling with tears.
"We schedule a second date, and you answer the door dressed like a toddler at a sleepover. You pee yourself again, and then you are helpless but to come in your diapers in my arms, a pathetic excuse for a woman..."
Emily couldn't help but squirm at his recounting, the truth of it stinging.
"I don't know, I think we're even," he finally said.
Emily sniffled back tears. "W-what?"
"You used me because you wanted a little boy in diapers. Well you got him. But I wanted a little girl in diapers, and I got her too! If anything, I got you better!" He laughed. "You thought you were a big girl who was too good for diapers, and I reduced you to a whimpering little baby who made cummies in her wet diaper in the middle of a Disney movie."
Emily felt her cheeks burn brighter than ever, "Sam!"
"I think your mommy card's revoked, Em," he said, wrapping her up in a big hug and patting her diapered bottom. "You're a much bigger baby than me."
Emily's body instinctively stiffened at first, but as Sam held her, she felt something unravel inside. She exhaled, leaned into his embrace as his hands traced slow circles around her padded bottom.
"Ugh," she groaned, "I hate that I like this so much."
Sam chuckled, his voice a warm rumble in her ear. "You don't have to hate it, Em."
Emily sighed, her eyes closing as she enjoyed the feeling of his strong arms around her. "But what now?" she asked, her voice muffled against his shoulder.
"Hmm... We do need to consider how naughty you've been." Sam's voice was playful, but Emily felt a twinge of nerves at his sudden shift in tone. "You've been keeping secrets that could really hurt some feelings."
"I know," she murmured, her voice small and sincere. "I'm sorry."
Sam's expression grew contemplative. "I believe you, but I think I know the best way to punish you, so that we both know you're truly sorry."
Emily's breath quickened. "What do you mean?"
Sam's eyes glinted with excitement. "Your punishment," he paused for dramatic emphasis, "is keeping things exactly the way they are."
Emily tilted her head. "What?"
Sam smirked, his voice low and authoritative. "You are going to stay my diapered little girl, even though she desperately wants to be a big mommy who's in charge. And I'll be a daddy who wears diapers when you earn it."
Emily felt the air thicken around her, the weight of his words sinking in. "But..." she began, feeling the loss of control she had so carefully crafted.
"But what?" Sam challenged, his voice still gentle but firm. "You said you like it. Deal or no deal?"
Emily bit her bottom lip, trying to process. She felt the softness of the fresh diaper against her skin, the way it held her in place like a warm hug. "I do," she murmured, her voice small. "But..."
Sam leaned back, his hands on her diapered hips. "But what?" he prompted.
Emily took a deep breath, "But what if I want to be in charge again?" she asked, her voice sounding more hopeful than she had intended.
Sam's smile was knowing, "Well, baby, that's what makes it a good punishment," he said, his hand resting around her waist. "You're going to have to earn it back. You need to learn that you can't manipulate your way into getting what you want all the time."
Emily felt a strange mix of anger and arousal at his words. She didn't like being told what to do, but the way he said it, the way he treated her like a child, it was... She nodded, her eyes downcast. "Ugh. Okay..." she murmured.
Sam leaned down and kissed her forehead, "That's my good girl," he whispered, the affection in his voice sending shivers down her spine.
Emily felt a strange sense of submission wash over her, a feeling she hadn’t anticipated. "But how do we do this?" she asked, her voice still a bit shaky. "I don't know how to be... a good little."
Sam's grin was wide, "Tell me about it!"
She scoffed reflexively, before a couple giggles spilled out of her mouth. "Rude!"
"Em, if the two days have taught me anything, it's that you're a fast learner," he said, his voice a warm caress. "And we're in this together. We'll figure it out."
As Emily looked into Sam's eyes, she saw something there that she hadn't seen before—understanding. And something else. A spark that told her he was just as into this as she was.
They sat on the bed for a few long moments, looking at each other with a mix of excitement and trepidation. Sam pressed his forehead into hers, patted her diapered behind, and then rolled out of bed. He stood in front of Emily, stretching, his diaper crinkling with each movement. She very much enjoyed the view.
"Can I use your shower?" he asked. "I've got to get out of this silly thing." He ripped one of the adhesive tapes off his diaper.
Emily nodded, "Yeah, I'll get you a towel. Or..." she paused, smirking. "I could join you?"
Sam's eyes lit up. "Sorry cutie," he replied. "You're in that diaper for the rest of the night. But maybe we can give you a bath tomorrow?" He flashed a shit-eating grin and resumed walking to the bathroom. "I will take that towel, though."
Emily watched him go, feeling a strange sensation wash over her. She looked down at the thick diaper between her legs. It felt wrong, but she couldn't deny the thrill of it either. The reality of what she had tacitly agreed to was setting in, and she wasn’t sure how she felt about it. There was still time to back out. She could just rip this diaper off, kick him out, and be done with it, but as she heard the water in the shower start to run without her, she couldn’t help the anticipation building in her chest.
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"Remember, Em," Sam instructed. "You hold my hand when we're walking so you don't get lost, okay?"
Emily looked back and nodded, grasping his hand in hers, trying to keep the smile off her face. She was getting used to this, the thrill of playing the submissive little girl in public, the thick diaper crinkling beneath her skirt a constant reminder of her role, but she still had to keep Sam on his toes. If he wanted a perfect little angel, he had another thing coming.
The month had flown by, a whirlwind of wet diapers, cute clothes, cuddles and teasing games that had somehow turned into something more intimate than she had ever experienced with Brynn. The lines had blurred, and she found herself enjoying the feeling of being taken care of, even if it came with a side of humiliation she hadn’t signed up for. And... that part was kind of okay, too. Emily relished the scattered moments when Sam would let her return the favor and put him in diapers, but it was always a privilege to be earned, usually by sacrificing some new grown-up part of herself upon the altar of littledom.
Tonight, they were dining at a fancy restaurant, an echo of their first date, but on a much grander scale. Sam was dressed sharply in a blazer and dark jeans, and Emily in a flouncy pink dress with tiered ruffles. The first time he showed her the dress, she could've slapped him, but here she was, feeling like a doll overdressed for the tea party.
The evening was going as expected: Sam was charming the waitstaff, while Emily sat quietly, not speaking unless spoken to. She squirmed in her seat, trying to get comfortable with her legs splayed helplessly apart beneath the table. Because her dress was so full and ruffled, Sam had taken full advantage, stuffing an already thick pink diaper with two booster pads. She pretended to pout at the time, but the mommy in her was impressed and taking notes for her next chance to retaliate.
Sam noticed her stare, the thoughtful look on her face, a knowing smile playing at his lips. "What's the matter, little miss?"
Emily gave him her best pout, "Nothing," she mumbled.
"Come now," Sam's eyes danced with mischief. "Use your words."
Emily rolled her eyes. "I'm just plotting how I'll get you back for this," she murmured, her voice a mix of feigned irritation and genuine affection.
"Oh, you will?" Sam's grin grew wider. "And how's that going to happen, my clever little girl?"
Emily felt the heat in her cheeks, but she was determined not to let him win this round. "I don't know... Maybe I'll leave you a present in my pants for later?"
Sam's eyes lit up. "Careful, Em. Once you open up that box there's no taking it back, babygirl." He leaned back in his chair, watching her with amusement. "You should consider if you want to invoke the nuclear option over getting to wear a pretty pink dress."
Emily stuck her tongue out at him, but her eyes sparkled with excitement.
"Good choice," Sam chuckled, as the waiter arrived to take their order.
He ordered for the both of them, without consulting Emily, which only served to fuel her secret delight. She had grown to crave the way he took small things away, never quite sure what grown-up thing she had once taken for granted was on the chopping block next.
"Remember to sit like a lady," Sam reminded her as the waiter walked away, still in earshot.
Emily grimaced at him above the table, but below it, obediently squeezed her legs together, or at least tried to. With every consecutive little wetting the bulk of her diaper made it more difficult to sit 'lady-like' as Sam had instructed, and he knew damn well. She could feel the heat of his gaze as she squirmed, and the smugness of his smile made it clear he was enjoying her discomfort. But she wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of knowing just how much she liked it too. That was her secret to keep.
The meal was exquisite, each bite a robust balance of flavors that seemed to tease and tantalize her palate. But her mind was elsewhere, focused on the squishy padding beneath her. Every move she made was calculated to avoid any tell-tale signs that she was indeed enjoying her 'punishment'. She had learned to play the part well, the begrudging little girl who just wanted to be in charge again. But as they shared dessert, the sweetness of the chocolate mousse mingling with the faint scent of baby powder that clung to her, she couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment that she hadn't felt in a long time. She didn't notice the glob of chocolate that had missed her mouth until Sam wiped her clean with a napkin.
As they walked back to the car, Emily's hand remained firmly in Sam's, her hips waddling slightly with each step. Drowned out by the sounds of the city, her diaper's subtle crinkling was just for her. She glanced up at Sam, his handsome profile illuminated by the soft glow of the street lights, and felt a strange sense of peace settle in her chest. She let her head fall onto his shoulder.
"God damn it, Sam," she said, quietly, contentedly.
Sam's eyes sparkled with mischief, "What's wrong, baby?"
"I just figured it out," Emily murmured.
"Figured what out?" Sam's voice was low, distracted, as he fumbled for his keys.
"I love you. You've done all this to me and now I love your dumb ass." Her heart was racing.
Sam froze, his hand on door handle. He turned to face her, his eyes searching hers for a long moment. "You love my dumb 'hiney,' you mean," he finally said, correcting her.
He opened the door for Emily, but she saw his grin stretching from ear to ear as she ducked into the back seat.
"I love you too," Sam replied, buckling her up. "But we're going to have to do something about that yucky word you said when we get home."
"Looking forward to it!" Emily called back, trying to hide the quiver in her voice as she watched him shut the door. Out of his eyesight, she buried her face in her hands. She said it! And he said it back! Her chest was tight, but her heart was so full.
The car ride home was quiet, both lost in their own thoughts, their eyes occasionally locking nervously in the rearview mirror. A thousand questions buzzed through her mind. She was an exposed nerve, but in a good way.
When they arrived at her apartment, Sam didn’t even bother to ask if she needed help. He just unbuckled her seatbelt, hoisted her over his shoulder, and carried her up the stairs.
Emily couldn't help but yelp in surprise as she felt the hem of her dress slowly lift and uncover the thick diaper beneath. "What are you doing?" she squealed, clawing her dress back into place, but fighting a losing battle to gravity.
Sam chuckled, his grip firm but gentle as he carried her over the threshold. "Somebody earned an early bedtime."
Emily squirmed, feeling a mix of embarrassment and excitement. "But I'm not tired!" she protested, her voice muffled in his shoulder.
"Nobody said anything about sleeping," Sam said, closing the front door behind them.
