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An Excerpt from Diaper Discipline at the ABDL Academy Book Four: Emily's Exam.

Emily hasn't been doing so hot in her first semester at the ABDL Academy, but when she's faced with a maturity test by Nanny Lucy, does she manage to show she's a big girl, or does she demonstrate that she needs to be regressed and put back in thick diapers to put her mind right?

Enjoy this short excerpt from my latest work, Diaper Discipline at the ABDL Academy Book Four: Emily's Exam. The full work is available for purchase or to borrow through Kindle Unlimited.

When the nanny came in, she was very clear.

“Okay, you two, come with me,” the nanny said. “It’s Thursday, so both of you get to have stickies before bedtime!”

The two littles seemed eager to be taken by the hand back to the nursery, where two spanking benches were placed in the center of the room. One after another, their nanny fastened them to the spanking benches, diapered bottoms next to each other, and facing away from one another.

“Now, I know you both have big feelings for each other, but you’re much too little to touch each other like that,” she said as she rubbed Sally’s back. “In fact, you’re too little to touch yourselves too – only nanny decides when you get to have stickies.”

Stickies…

It was such an embarrassing but honest way to describe what I was watching. Even Steven whined, maybe out of desperation, or maybe out of humiliation, as his clearly used diaper got a good squeeze from the nanny.

“Such a fussy boy – I think someone needs those stickies milked out of his little peepee,” the nanny said, starting to unfasten the tabs on his diaper. “Little boys don’t get their peepees touched, though.”

The nanny put on a pink nitrile glove and squirted lubricant on the fingers. It looked like Steven was getting more than just his temperature taken today…

“Mmmmmmmph…” I moaned, bouncing a little faster.

All the movement forced my stomach to churn even harder. It wasn’t going to be much longer at all.

“All little boys have their penises kept in chastity for the duration of their program,” the nanny said, cupping the little’s caged testicles with her bare hand. “So little Steven is going to get milked from his special spot in his bottom, like all little boys are.”

Easily, she slipped a finger inside the boy’s bottom and curled it toward his back. His toes curled, and the camera view shifted to his face – eyes shut tight, mouth feverishly working his pacifier.

“It doesn’t take very long,” the nanny said as she worked the little’s prostate for a few moments. “Steven gets milked about once a week to handle those silly big boy urges and sometimes earns a treat on special occasions.”

Only once a week?

The boy huffed and huffed until, quickly, the nanny brought him to climax in what couldn’t have been more than a minute.

“Gaaaaaah!” Steven said as his pacifier fell from his mouth to the floor.

“Good boy, Steven,” the nanny said as he spurted into his diaper, which was quickly refastened around his waist while he came down from his orgasm. “And that’s it – milkings aren’t about pleasure, they’re just a way to placate any thoughts of having sex with your friend here.”

Steven’s breathing settled as his diaper was put back on, and his onesie was refastened over the padding. For now, he’d have to sit in his mess a little longer.

“Now, let’s handle little Sally – we won’t even have to take her diaper off to handle her needs,” the nanny said.

She pulled out a vibrator, just like the one Nanny Lucy used on Kaslyn.

YES!

I wanted to be Sally so badly – to receive an orgasm with merciless intent from the nanny.

And just like Steven, it didn’t take long for her to get off. If anything, it was even more embarrassing to watch than it was for Sally.

Come on, let me go next…

I bounced and bounced. The crotch strap would never be enough for me to make a sticky – I mean cum – I’d need the vibrator for that. But this still felt good enough.

“Mmmngh… hmmmph,” I whined.

I wasn’t coming, but a mess certainly was. It was becoming too much to hold off, but I was too focused on Sally’s diapered bottom to care.

“That’s it, hump Mr. Buzzy baby girl,” the nanny said as Sally moved as much as she could to get more pressure on the wand. “Are you going to make a big sticky for nanny to clean up now?”

“Hnnng… yes…” she said as her toes curled.

And she did. Her whole body quivered in just a few seconds of stimulation – all she would get for a whole week.

No wonder she’s so pent up – she doesn’t even get a round two?

She didn’t. Instead, the nanny walked around the spanking benches and placed a hand on each diapered bottom.

“Such silly babies,” she said as she rubbed their diapers a little more. “It’s a pathetic little thing we do just for you, so be sure to say thank you to your nanny when you get to make stickies.”

“Thank you, nanny…” the two littles said in unison through shaky voices.

Thank you, nanny…

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I’m soaking in the warm bathtub in my hotel room at a family reunion with the worst IBS flair up I’ve had in years, 2000 miles from home, and all I want is someone to put me in a bedtime diaper and then lay me down in a crib under my weighted blanket.

None of those things are possible and my body feels so week, and it’s not even my family - it’s my in laws who don’t know me at all and are probably like “what’s up with EC?” in the hotel lounge.

what is a comfy adult diaper brand to use?

I personally think Lil Comforts are the most comfortable - I absolutely LOVE Lacey Loves and would live in them if I could.

Also in my normal rotation are PTD Beddy Byes and Tykables Purrfect Cat Cafes

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Choices choices….

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But you’re already wearing the bestest diaper out there right now! And the last hearts are still there, no change needed 🎀

I got fkn jumpscared when I saw my name in one of ur drabbles 💀

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Tips for giving a little a spanking! 🍑👋🏻

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.

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you want to be mommy’s adjective noun, don’t you, pet name? you want to verb and verb for mommy like a good gender

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you want to be mommy’s sideways banana, don’t you sugartits? you want to defenestrate and coagulate for mommy like a good little Apache attack helicopter?

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You don't remember the first privilege Nanny took from you.

You were never a fan of choosing your outfits, you couldn't be bothered to dress yourself like a mature adult. Even when you were out at fancy dinners where everybody was wearing tight dresses or long tuxedos, you would always stick out like a sore thumb with your hoodie and sweatpants, dappled with stains that you could never be bothered to fully remove. Dressing yourself was a privilege, and Nanny had to take it away.

Wasn't that one of the first things they took, or was it your privilege to choose what you eat? You could never choose healthy options. You crammed instant noodles down your gullet every day because you could never be bothered to make something else. When you got sick of them, you'd just munch on a couple crackers, maybe some yogurt or a chocolate bar, and call it good. You always shied away from vegetables no matter what. Nanny was so worried, you could never eat the food they made for you. Not until they took away your privileges to choose what to eat, and started putting you on a structured meal plan.

Your sleep schedule was a complete mess. You'd regularly pull all-nighters and be unable to focus the next day. Nanny would always check in on you, ask you when you were going to bed. "Soon," you'd always say. "Soon" turned out to be five hours later, when you passed out at your desk and Nanny had to carry you to bed. Is it any wonder that they had to remove your choices about when you go to bed?

Medication? Who's she? You could never remember to take your meds unless Nanny cornered you with the pill bottle. You wouldn't take countertop medicine when you weren't feeling well, you'd just try to sleep the pain away. Maybe the potty wouldn't have been such a problem for you if you were willing to swallow your pride and take some laxatives. Ah well, too late now. Nanny takes care of your medication, for both physical and mental health.

Oh, and don't get Nanny started on your hygiene. You could never wash yourself properly in the shower, you didn't even bother to use soap or body wash or anything, and you didn't apply nearly enough shampoo to your hair! You forgot to wash your hands all the time, it's no wonder you got sick so often! And you never properly wiped after going potty either.. but Nanny makes sure you're squeaky clean in every way now.

You never had any issues with potty training, not according to you at least. Not counting the occasional tiny dribbles you'd have in your undies, or the hour and a half you'd spend on the toilet trying to make a number two before Nanny got home from work- those were surely normal, right? Time and time again, Nanny would ask if you were doing okay, and you would tell them you're fine. You weren't fine, but you wouldn't admit that. So Nanny helped you, and they took away your potty privileges.

No matter how hard you tried, you knew you had never truly satisfied Nanny in the bedroom. They'd always find an excuse to use a vibrator or their own hands to pleasure themself instead. You could never establish a rhythm, not with your hands, your mouth, or those useless little parts between your legs. Nanny never judged you for it, they found it fun to make you watch them take care of their own needs. But you were completely unsurprised about it when they started to avoid the subject of sex around you.

Even outside of how useless they were during sex, those hands could never be used for anything good. You'd constantly be sticking your fingers on the windows and leaving marks behind, picking at scabs on your face, holding that cellphone and doomscrolling until you passed out.. It comes as a surprise to nobody that Nanny doesn't let you use your hands anymore.

You know for sure one of the last privileges Nanny took was your ability to walk by yourself. You just kept wandering off in public when Nanny told you to stay close. You even tried to run away once when you thought Nanny was being too controlling. They proved you wrong, didn't they? They weren't even close to controlling back then. Not until they took away your walking privileges.

Now that Nanny dresses you every day, you feel a whole lot better in your own skin. No more baggy clothes trying to hide who you really are, Nanny loves showing off every part of their baby, especially the thick diaper always hanging between your legs with skirts that are way too short, shorts with suspiciously wide, loose leg holes, and onesies that never quite hide your crinkly leg cuffs.

There's no fussing about food now. You'll sit in the highchair Nanny built for you, your arms cuffed to the back so you can't even think about feeding yourself. And you'll thank Nanny for every last bite, no matter what food group it's from. You've put on a lot of much-needed weight since Nanny took over your feedings.

Since you were too immature to take medication orally, Nanny doesn't bother to give it through that hole anymore. All medication and supplements are given to you over their knee in suppository form. Nanny plugs you for an hour every day to keep you well-trained for your medication. You think it feels better and better every time they do it. And you feel better for it, physically and mentally.

Having Nanny hover over you while you bathed, showered, and went potty was embarrassing but necessary to make sure you kept yourself clean. But when they decided that they were still having to hover too much and that it would be easier on both of you to just start washing you themself, that was a different kind of relief. You never had to be reminded to wash your hands before you ate, Nanny would just pull you right over to the sink to clean them up. You no longer had to remember to shower, Nanny would usher you to the bathtub right after dinner every day. Your hair has never felt softer and cleaner, and the hairdos Nanny gives you every morning make you feel so cute! As for wiping properly..

You weren't allowed in the bathroom by yourself anyways, so why allow you to keep your potty privileges? Nanny thinks you look a lot cuter in thick, fluffy diapers anyways. They're embarrassing still, but you have to admit it's nice to not have to sit on the porcelain throne for an hour and a half praying that you go potty. With a diaper between your legs at all times, you can just go whenever you need. And you have to admit, the changing table is a lot comfier than the toilet.. especially when it's all wet and warm like Nanny's mouth used to be..

It's a good thing your soaked diapers feel good when you're not allowed to have sexy fun with Nanny anymore. They say you're just a bit too little for that now that you're back in diapers and filling them. Nanny really likes to play with your little kiddo parts when you're on the changing table, but they much prefer rubbing you through your soaked, soiled padding, or using Mrs. Buzzy. You're not even allowed to call what you experience an orgasm anymore. You make little baby stickies in your pampers now. You hardly understand what's happening, you just know that Nanny makes you feel really good during your special playtime.

Those hands look a whole lot cuter in thick locking mittens anyways. It's especially adorable when you try to rub your diaper now.. your masturbation was cute before, but now that you can barely feel a thing, it just makes Nanny smile every time they see it! Of course though, you're never too cute to avoid a spanking for touching your diaper, and you can never even try to escape now..

Being constantly tied up or contained in your cage or playpen already made that difficult. But when Nanny started insisting on spiked booties, you knew that you had lost the game entirely. They didn't even trust you to walk like a grown-up, what hope did you have? So you'd crawl like the overgrown toddler you are, or you'd lift those mittened little hands and make an uppies motion at Nanny, begging them to carry you wherever you needed.

The part that Nanny always teased you for the most was that you offered little to no resistance for any of the privileges they took away, or the alternatives they offered. Hoodies and sweatpants for onesies, skirts, and shorts. A dinner table and silverware for a highchair with a plastic platter and colorful plastic utensils that you could never hold by yourself. A big queen-sized bed that you could leave whenever you wanted for a big, tall crib that you needed to stay in until Nanny came to get you. Oral medications for those suppositories that feel so much better to take. Cold showers by yourself for a nice warm, bubbly bathtime with Nanny. Thin, uncomfortable underwear and a cold, hard toilet for warm, fluffy diapers that feel so good when you fill them. Sex for buzzies, rubbies, and humpies. Hands go in mittens now. No walking, only crawling and uppies.

The fact that you can remember all of this at all tells Nanny that their work isn't done, though, even if you've forgotten what you lost first. Until your mind is completely free of those memories of your old "adult" life are gone, they won't be finished. They're going to take everything away until you have nothing left but Nanny and the nursery they've turned your old home into. That's all you need now. Hasn't Nanny proven over and over that they can take better care of you than you can? ♡

I'm VERY particular about how I write.

I was reading the eroticauthors subreddit this morning and saw that some people just write on their phones whenever they have a little time - that's insane to me! I have a very particular setup to begin writing, nothing crazy, but it turns something that can feel like work into a treat.

I'm almost always padded while I'm writing. Sometimes that means wearing a diaper, but if I don't think I'm going to use it, I'll put on a pair of my cloth training panties - it saves my big kid undies from being stained while I'm thinking up dirty thoughts.

I light my favorite candle - it's a baby powder scented one, and it smells exactly like how I'd want any of my characters' nurseries or daycares to smell.

I keep two beverages at my desk - the first is a cup of coffee in one of my Disney World mugs, and always with my favorite coffee creamer (International Delight Cinnabon). The other is in a baby bottle, usually water, sometimes Gatorade Zero.

I like listening to music, but I can't handle lyrics. I like putting on LoFi Girl streams, but if I'm feeling extra little, I'll put on a stream of soft music for nurseries.

I use the Pomofocus app to keep focused. I know that I can churn out between 800 and 1000 words in a 25-minute writing sprint. Then, when I've finished writing for the day, I like to write down my current word count on my whiteboard so I can see the progress I've made toward the word count I have in mind for a story.

Hey there! Just wanted to say I've read a bit of your writing and - writer to writer, you're really good. I'm glad I found this page, I'm looking forward to reading more of your work. Have a lovely day! 🧸💖🍼

Awwwww thanks hun! I appreciate the praise so much, makes my little heart feel so warm knowing people are really out there reading and enjoying my work 🩷

elizabeth-chambers-author

Well... I didn't expect this!

I finished the newest entry in Diaper Discipline at the ABDL Academy last night, and it's live on Kindle Unlimited right now!

I think this is the fastest one of my books has ever made it through the review process - which surprised me because this one is SPICY!

I can't wait for you all to meet Emily, a student at the academy who is having trouble adjusting to college life, and Kaslyn, a regressed student who runs into Emily at just the right time. Nanny Hazel makes her return as the queen of humiliating diaper girls, and Nanny Lucy shows Emily and Kaslyn just how much they both need diaper discipline in this FIRST book in a two-book story arc.

I can't wait to hear what you all think - you can purchase or add Diaper Discipline at the ABDL Academy Book Four: Emily's Exam to your library today!

Well... I didn't expect this!

I finished the newest entry in Diaper Discipline at the ABDL Academy last night, and it's live on Kindle Unlimited right now!

I think this is the fastest one of my books has ever made it through the review process - which surprised me because this one is SPICY!

I can't wait to hear what you all think - you can purchase or add Diaper Discipline at the ABDL Academy Book Four: Emily's Exam to your library today!

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Maybe my favorite kicky feets of all time 😍

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Being denied when you wanna have sex with your mommy >.<

Blue balls? No no baby, use appropriate words. It’s called a cummy ache, and you know it.

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CUMMY ACHE 🍼🩷

I can’t believe I’ve never heard this before, that’s adorable.

One beverage helps fill my pages with words, the other one helps fill my diaper while I’m writing ✍️ 🍼.

I’m very close to a draft of my next book, can’t wait to share it with you all soon! 🩷

AB/DL Hot Thoughts #3

Picture this…

You’re standing in line at adult daycare. It’s moving slowly, a few steps at a time - but at least it’s moving. There’s a floor puzzle back in the playroom that you really want to finish before nap time, and this was taking up so much time.

Someone coughs behind you. Another one of your classmates inhales deeply, sniffling.

As you shuffle your feet forward, you turn the corner, and see the line of littles ended right in front of the nurse’s station.

There’s just two of your daycare friends separating yourself from a chair where the school nurse is sitting.

“Lillian, come here…” she says, beckoning her finger out to her.

She calls out to a woman who takes a few steps forward. Lillian sniffles a few times, rubbing her finger under her nose.

“Uh-oh… that’s a stuffy nose I hear,” the nurse says as she pulls Lillian over her knee, and pulls her lilac skirt up, putting her damp diaper on display.

She squirms, but the nurse pins Lillian down tightly, and unfastens one side of her diaper - just enough to get access to her back door.

Lillian whines a little, but allows the nurse to slip a little bit of petroleum jelly between her cheeks. When a gloved finger slips in to lubricate her bottom, she breathes in sharply through her mouth.

“That’s a good girl, Lilly…” the nurse says, “now I think I already know the answer, but I’m going to check your temperature, so stay still.”

Out came the nurses finger, and a moment later, in went the long, skinny rectal thermometer. The nurse kept Lillian in place, rubbing the little’s exposed bottom as the thermometer took a reading.

It beeped three times, and the nurse pulled out the intruder from her bottom.

“100.1, that’s a fever, sweetheart,” the nurse said as she put Lillian’s diaper back on. “Let’s get you in a clean diaper and your pajamas, you’re going to bed right now missy.”

Lillian sniffled again as one of the Nannies took her by the hand into the nurses office. The poor girl was going to miss out on playtime for the rest of the day, being sick was no fun at all.

“Oliver, your turn,” the nurse said.

I stepped forward, and watched as she repeated the process with my friend Ollie. She pulled down his pants, put him over her knee, and pulled back his diaper. He was dry, but he whined as soon as she slipped the thermometer into his bottom.”

“It feels funny, take it out!” he whined.

“Hush, baby,” the nurse said. “It just take a few minutes. Stay still, or I’ll spank this bottom right now whether you’re sick or not.”

The threat was enough to make Ollie obey, and when the thermometer finally beeped, she pulled the boy off her lap and fastened his diaper around his waist.

“Normal, you can go play, Oliver,” she said, swatting the boys diapered bottom as he toddled back to the playroom.

You shifted on your feet, knowing that you were the next part of this no-fun parade. Since being regressed, you’ve lost all privacy when it comes to staying healthy. If you disobeyed, you’d surely be punished now, and again when you were at home.

“Let’s go, sweetie,” the nurse said, looking at you.

You took a few steps, then suddenly, you felt the pressure building up in your nose…

“Aaaaaaah….aaaaah-choo!”

You couldn’t hold it in any longer. Even though you knew that the thermometer wouldn’t lie, you thought if you sounded healthy, you’d be able to skirt past the nurse.

“Oh my goodness, little one!” The nurse said. “That didn’t sound good, come here and I’ll wipe those boogies.”

She pulled you in, and used a baby wipes to roughly clean your face. Then, without warning, she unfastened your overalls, having to drop them all the way down to your ankles in order to get to your diaper.

Your VERY wet diaper.

“This is why I don’t like overalls, they can’t tell if your diaper is full, can they?” she said rhetorically. “We’ll get you changed either way…”

Great, another thing that was getting in the way of you and your puzzle. Why can’t the caregivers just let you play?

But a full diaper wasn’t stopping the nurse from pulling you over her knee. You huffed as your head and arms dangled while she unfastened your diaper. The cold air breezed over your cheeks, your already chilled body recoiling as you felt the gloved hand parse your cheeks.

You grunted, but she easily was able to slip her finger into your bottom. She could feel you were burning up just from her finger, but she had to follow the full procedure.

“Alright, just a couple minutes, baby,” she said as she slipped the thermometer into your bottom. “Stay still, be good…”

You did, your body was too wiped out to fight back. Your muscles ached, your head was pounding… and your temperature told the whole story no matter how much you tried to hide it.

“102!” The nurse said in surprise. “My goodness, honey, you’re going to need a few days bed rest to get over this one.”

“But..: my puzzle…” you whined.

“It’ll be there when you’re feeling better, sweetie,” she said. “Let’s put you down for a nap, and we’ll check your temperature at every diaper change until you’re feeling better.”

Quickly, you were lifted of the nurses lap, and hurried into the nurses office. You were bummed, but by the time you were in a thick bedtime diaper, a pair of footie pajamas, and swaddled in a weighted blanket, you didn’t care. You fell asleep immediately, like all the other littles who were affected by the flu going around the daycare.

AB/DL Hot Thoughts #2

Picture this…

You’re on the changing table. Your caregiver put the safety strap around your waist, and your wrists are safely buckled into cuffs at each side of your head so you don’t interrupt having your diaper changed.

Usually, you don’t fuss a lot while getting changed. But you messed yourself while on a walk this morning, and your caregiver could tell as you shuffled your feet that you were getting a rash.

It hurts… but you don’t like the solution any better.

Diaper rash cream.

Your caregiver carefully wipes you clean, and you can feel tears welling up in your eyes as the cold wipes sting your sensitive skin. You’re a bit raw back there, and with your legs in the air your caregiver has a good view of how bad your diaper rash is.

“Tsk tsk… I asked you three times if you needed a diaper change, sweetie - next time I’m just going to check your bottom wherever we are.”

“Noooooooo…”

You whined and covered your face as they slipped a clean diaper under your sore bottom. The dry diaper was a little more comfortable than the wet one, but not by much.

“Yes, sweetie - you’re too little to tell me that you’ve pooped your pants, so I have to check you more often.”

Then, you heard them open the cap on your least favorite diapering essential - the diaper rash cream. Sure, it was going to make you feel better, but it was so embarrassing to have your caregiver slide their cream-coated finger between your cheeks.

“Please… I don’t wan’t that…” you begged softly.

They ignored you, pushing your knees against your chest so that your rosebud was fully on display.

“You’re got a rash, honey - this will make it better.”

They swiped it around your tender areas. Instantly you felt your pain cool, but for the rest of the day, it was a constant reminder of how far you’ve fallen. They always applied it so thick, that you could feel the sticky paste on your butt every time you moved.”

“Yucky…” you pouted.

Your caregiver was thorough, coating your whole crack and area between your bottom and your privates in a layer of white. Then, after an equally thorough powdering, they taped the fresh diaper shut.

“I’ll tell you what’s yucky, baby - having to change an adults baby-printed diapers multiple times a day because they can’t tell when they need to go potty anymore.”

They get you off the changing table, and guide you to the crib.

“Now, it’s nap time - so try to get some rest, baby. I think we’ll start using diaper cream every time you get changed from now on, so you don’t get anymore rashes when you make stinkies in your diaper.”

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