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18+ only 26 mtf this is a kink sb no minors

[padded-piss-pup]

Oh to be forcibly age regressed...

Someone please tape me into a thick fluffy diaper and treat me like I'm dumb 🥴 please talk down to me and tell me I'm too little for words and pop a pacifier in my mouth 🫣 don't let me walk around, make me crawl on my hands and knees, and especially don't let me anywhere near the bathroom - after all, only big kids use the potty, and big kids don't use their diapers!

[mama-waterlily]

Dionaea

Based on a text post I made that amassed 700 notes despite, in my opinion, being quite bad.

This is an ABDL story that contains drugging, noncon, intoxication, wetting, nursing, kidnapping, and slight bondage. All characters depicted are 18+.

The ice in my glass clinked as I idly stirred my gin and juice, gazing off into the distance and observing the other bar patrons. A few men playing pool, one of them gloating after sinking his third ball in a row. A couple of women arguing over whether or not one of them is sober enough to drive herself home (she absolutely isn't), and the bartender constantly checking the clock in boredom. I sat alone, as I didn't have any friends available to accompany me and I didn't want to just sit at home all night. I'm normally quite social--or at least was--with the exception of bars. Something about them felt so intimidating. Maybe it's simply that I haven't been allowed in them for longer than two years, and everybody around seemed to be quite a bit older than me. Maybe I simply had stage fright, as a bar is a space you go to specifically to seek socialization, so I just overthought it. I tried to clear my mind. I relaxed my shoulders and took the final sip of my wonderful, sweet, bitter, tart blend of gin and cranberry juice.

As I looked up from my drink, a flash of beautiful blue eyes caught my gaze from across the room. Captivating, like a siren's song. My attention wandered to the eyes' surroundings. Wavy black hair like silk, hanging chest-length beside a muted ruby-red dress with a cut that gave the eyes a little taste of the full breasts that lie underneath. I got a better view of her as she approached me. Her round face was creased with laugh lines and faint crow's feet. She looked to be about in her mid thirties. Her smooth, heart-shaped lips wore a tint of red to match her dress. I was so stricken that I almost didn't notice she was carrying a second drink beside her own martini... a gin and cranberry.

"Hey, beautiful."

The soft, flat voice that graced my ears was drenched in honey as the woman sat down and placed the drink in front of me. I felt myself blush immediately, and heavily. She came on very strong. I tried with all of my might to maintain eye contact and not look downward to the safety of my matte black satin dress. I couldn't push her away by seeming uninterested.

"Hey there."

I played it cool, clearing my throat and evening out my tone as to not squeak out my greeting. She grinned in response, as if she sensed the weakness behind my bride's veil of faux confidence. We made small-talk for a few minutes. She asked me what I like, I told her about my art projects, and she listened intently. I tend to pause quite frequently, worrying that I'm boring my conversational partner. But she seemed so interested that it never crossed my mind. She eyed my face so lovingly. When I inquired of her interests, she told me about her love of sewing and interior design. We discussed the typical things. What we do for work, if we have any pets, our favorite dinosaurs (Yes, I'm an overgrown child. Sue me), the usual game of poking and prodding to get a feel for the tone while I steadily nursed the drink she placed in front of me. She didn't really have a favorite dinosaur, and I had to break the terrible news to her that not only is "pterodactyl" not an individual species, it's also not a dinosaur. Devastating, I know.

Her presence was so comforting. She laughed at all of my jokes, she complimented my makeup, and she flashed glares at anyone staring at me. Almost as though she was guarding me. Like she had staked a claim on me. These were assumptions on my part, as I didn't know if she was into me, and part of me didn't care. She clearly enjoyed my presence. That was all that mattered in that moment, and I certainly appreciated the free drink. I was already tipsy off my first two, but I threw caution to the wind. Who cares if I get a bit sloshed? I'm having fun tonight.

Over time, I loosened up. I was still stricken by her, but she no longer felt as imposing or intimidating. The warmth of her enchanting eyes softened my mind and relaxed my muscles. I listened to her describe her living situation, what she looks for in a partner, and the racy things she's into.

"Nothing too crazy." She told me. "I like to... be a little rough. Fuzzy handcuffs, things of the sort. Hope you don't think I'm some sort of deviant." She joked.

I couldn't help but stare at her lips as she spoke. I almost felt guilty, imagining all of the things I wanted to do to her while she told me about herself. I thought of her lips pressed against mine. Against my belly. Against my thigh. Wrapped around my most intimate parts. My face grew red as I stared, and I'm certain she noticed.

My mind had steadily become clouded with intoxication. It had been a while since I last drank, so perhaps it was simply affecting me more. My tone of voice had grown far more easygoing and loud.

"Y'know? Y'know you're preeetty?" My speech began to slur. "I never as'd your name. Wha'ss your name?" I took another long sip of my drink.

She giggled at my drunkenness, which was growing more obvious. "Emerald, sweetie. But you can call me Em."

"Em-er-ald. Tha'ss pretty. You're pretty." My thoughts spilled out of my mouth without hesitation.

"Aww, you're a sweet little lady, aren't you? What's yours?" Emerald asked with a smile.

"Lilllly. Like the flowers." I rested my chin on my palm and smiled, still hopelessly caught in her gaze.

"Well that's quite a lovely name, little Lily." She spoke teasingly.

"Little?! Hey, I'm-I'm taller than you!"

"Taller, maybe..." She gestured to my platform boots. "But look at you. You're so frail that I could probably throw you, silly."

"Yeah? Well... well maybe I want you t' throw me?" My disastrous attempt at an advance slipped out of my mouth, and I immediately regretted my words. Maybe I want you to throw me? Really?

"Oh? Well maybe I'd love to." To my infinite shock, she reciprocated. Of course, I know now that I did embarrass myself. She was always going to take me regardless. We bounced flirtatious remarks back and forth for about another thirty minutes and nursed our drinks. I on my gin and juice, and she on her dirty martini. I had just finished my last cocktail when I checked the time on my phone. The screen was harsh and bright. It was so hard to focus that I had to ensure my glasses were still on my face. When I finally managed it, the numbers appeared as if they were waving. 11:30.

"Oh man, I g... I gossa go home. I'ss late." I stood up to my slightly wobbly feet.

Emerald perked up and took my hand. "Oh, no, young lady. You are absolutely not going home in that condition. I couldn't live with myself if you got hurt."

"Bu-But I..." I started, before Emerald cut me off.

"Why don't I take you to my place? It's nearby, and we can help you feel better before I take you home. Sound okay?" Her voice was reassuring.

It sounded too good to be true. This enchanting woman, offering to take me home with her. My face grew red as my prior fantasies returned to me. Far more cloudy than before, but taking over all of my thoughts.

"O-Okhay. That ssounds good."

She placed the olive from her glass into her mouth as she stood up from her seat and led me by my hand out of the bar. My face was numb and buzzy, and my legs were uncooperative. I felt as though I had never been this impaired before, I even needed help getting into the car and buckling my seatbelt. My memory of the ride is a bit of a blur. I stared mostly in silence at the trees, scenery, and signs as we passed by. The world looked as if it was pulsing. As if my vision was slightly zooming in and out. I lifted my glasses and rubbed my eyes, trying to clear my vision back to normal, and eventually deciding on keeping my eyes closed to keep my stomach settled.

We arrived at her house, and I sat with a blank expression as I observed my surroundings to process where I was. I got my grips, and opened the door. Emerald was already stood outside, waiting to help me out. How did she get there? Was she just fast? Or did it take me longer to process my surroundings than I'd thought? I tried to pull myself out of the car, and found I was incapable. I wasn't strong enough. I began to worry that something was happening to me.

"You have to unbuckle your seatbelt first, silly girl." Emerald reached in and freed me, before nearly lifting me up and placing me in a standing position next to her.

I blushed as I took her hand and followed her in silence, not wanting to acknowledge my embarrassing mistake. She led me inside and I braced my eyes for a harsh and burning white flash, only to be pleasantly surprised by warm, low light reflecting off of dark wood trim and brown walls. Everything looked so inviting and soothing to the eyes. She led me further inward, and I was essentially magnetized to the burgundy chair she stopped me at. A covering on the chair made a strange crinkling noise beneath me, but I hardly noticed. I assumed it was some fancy way of keeping vintage furniture nice.

"Let me get you some water, okay? We need to help you feel better."

I nodded, letting out a weak "Mhm."

Emerald left me in the living room as she prepared my water. I looked around at the soothing decor, a testament to her passion for interior design. The chocolate hues and vase of flowers on the coffee table kept my mind occupied until she returned and handed me the glass.

"Fhank you." I smiled at her in gratitude and placed the rim to my lips, letting the cold water pour down my waiting throat. I took a deep breath after finishing nearly the entire cup, and relaxed. She sat on a sofa adjacent to the chair, watching me in silence. She was... grinning. Admiring my natural beauty, I presumed.

As I waited to sober up, something felt wrong. My vision was growing wavier. My body felt heavy and weak.

"Emmm, I..." I could hardly speak. I was trying to focus on my words with everything I had. There was something wrong with me.

"Som'fing... my h-head..."

I felt a strange feeling growing between my legs. A faint warmth that I couldn't quite identify, as my entire body was overtaken with unfamiliar sensations. It began to spread beneath me and travel down my legs.

"Goodness, Lily, you're pissing yourself!" Emerald stood up with surprise--which I now know was feigned--and quickly moved over to me.

"Peee?"

My unsteady head turned downward, and her words were confirmed. A puddle was slowly dripping from my seat to the floor beneath me. I could hardly comprehend what I was seeing. My confusion and upsettedness were clouded so densely by the haze in my mind. All I could do was whine. My mind and mouth both refused to create words. I dropped my glass and spilled the remainder of the water onto the floor, contributing to the puddle as tears began to flow uncontrollably from my eyes.

"I... I..." I sniffled.

"Shh-shh-shh." Emerald leaned in and wrapped her warm arms around me. Her presence was comforting. My mind was scattered and confused, as I pieced together what she did.

"Y-Youu... My wa'er... My dj'ink..." I tried to stammer out furious accusations through my tears. My words came out slowly, as if they were passing through mud.

"Let's get you out of these yucky clothes, missy." Her change of tone was not lost on me. She was talking to me like I was a child.

She guided me to the floor from the chair that... remained dry underneath the conspicuous covering. She planned this. Even in my terribly impaired state, I could see this. But I couldn't respond. I couldn't comprehend it. I hardly knew what was happening when she began to remove my soaked dress and boots. I was left cold and exposed aside from my soiled panties and wet socks, which were also removed wordlessly. I tried to cover my breasts and private parts, but my hands disobeyed me. They waved uselessly beside my torso before they were grasped and placed back on the floor.

Emerald stroked my chest and whispered. "Just relax, baby. Let Mommy take care of you."

My mind was stirred in a confusing mess of fear and comfort. I could hardly form a coherent thought. I let my arms relax, trying to focus my eyes on something, anything to keep me grounded. The only visual respite I could return to lie inside of those bright blue eyes of hers. Those comforting, captivating eyes. I nodded. I didn't even know what I was nodding to. It felt natural, nearly involuntary. She ran her finger along my cheek and retrieved a canvas bag from behind the chair I previously sat in. She reached in, and produced a fluffy pink bit of cloth and a bottle of sweet-smelling powder.

"Mm-mmh!" I shook my head weakly as she cleaned my most sensitive areas with a cold wipe.

"Awww, I know, darling. Little Lily's so fussy, isn't she? We'll get you in some fresh, new... more appropriate clothing soon, okay?"

I let out an angered whine. It was all I could do as Emerald lifted me up and placed the diaper beneath my exposed backside, gently placing me back down onto the powder-covered plush. It felt... nice, admittedly. She sprinkled a generous amount of powder on my crotch, before pulling the thick cloth upward and taping it snugly to hug my hips. I whimpered in embarrassment and helplessness as she pulled me to a sitting position, making a taunting crinkling noise as I moved. I tried again to cover my exposed chest before she lifted my arms to pull an oversized pastel-purple shirt over my head. When she finished adjusting it into place, I looked down to see a big, yellow flower print on the front.

"Nnot baaby." I insisted, amidst the irony of being incapable of reading the wavy, upside-down writing emblazoned above the flower on my chest. My words slurred and struggled to escape my lips as I looked at her with my best attempt at an angered expression. I tried to pull myself to my feet, but fell helplessly back onto my puffy bottom after lifting myself less than three inches from the floor.

My struggling evoked nothing but endeared laughter from Emerald as she pulled a makeup wipe from her purse, and steadied my movements to erase the meticulously-crafted tough and dark exterior I applied to my face.

"This is quite inappropriate for such a little girl, Lily." Her patronizing words infuriated me, as much as I was capable of the feeling.

"Not... mmmh." My words eluded me.

My black lipstick and thick eyeliner were easily wiped from my skin, as if to symbolize the ease at which she gained control of me. She lifted me up off the floor, almost effortlessly. My attempt at struggle was manifest in a few twitches and taps against her chest as she sat down on the couch, laying me on my side across her lap and stroking my hair.

"It's going to be okay, sweetie. Mama's here."

I internally screamed at the confusing and genuine comfort I was feeling in her grasp. The situation was terrifying. She was terrifying. And yet, she was my only solace. The one there to care for me in my useless state. My frustrated vocalizations steadily calmed to silence. My head was so clouded. The words of resistance in my mind were swept away by the ocean current of the substances that disconnected me from my body. I let myself fully relax as I looked upward into her eyes. Emerald smiled down at me as she unzipped her dress. It fell to reveal a matching red bra, which was also removed. I was mesmerized by the sight of her breasts. Images of my fantasizing while sitting across from her in the bar returned to me. Her words rang in my head. Mama's here.

"Ma...ma..." My lips formed the word naturally.

Her eyes lit up as her throat produced a giggle.

"That's right, baby!" I smiled. Why did I smile? I was so confused. I couldn't understand what was happening to me.

Her arm lifted my head upward toward her breast. I knew exactly what she wanted, and I wanted it as well, whether I knew it or not. I parted my lips, allowing her nipple to enter my mouth. I began to suckle instinctively, much to her delight. My breath was stolen away as her sweet, smooth milk flowed into my mouth and down my throat. What am I doing? Why am I doing this? The last grasps of rationality struggled for dominance of my mind against the all-encompassing serenity I was feeling. Why do I... love it so much?

Mama...

She began to gently stroke the front of my diaper as my thoughts faded away. The only focus I was capable of fixated on the wonderful sensation of her fingers, the gentle crinkling that was produced as she caressed me, and the warm, sweet liquid draining into my stomach. There was nothing tangling me in worry. It was as though her milk was cleansing me of any apprehension or fear that was left within me. I hardly noticed when my bladder once again gave in, and released a spread of blissful warmth across my crotch. I didn't need to concern myself with leaks, or making a mess. The comforting heat of my urine traveled across my previously dry diaper as my eyes began to flutter.

I had nearly fallen asleep before I opened my eyes to see Mama pulling her dress back over her shoulders. She wiped a trickle of milk that was running down my cheek, and slipped a lavender pacifier between my still-parted lips to match my infantile shirt, which I accepted without question. Mere hours prior, I had been dressed in my flashiest, most mature outfit. A teasing black dress. Meticulous, darkly colored makeup that accentuated my beauty and gave me a sexy visage of mystery. Footwear that increased my height to summon a more powerful presence to me.

All of that was now gone. I was being gently led to my wobbling feet--nearly incapable of balance--in a soaked diaper and a babyish shirt, suckling on a pacifier. There was no tease, no mystery. No imposing stature. Anybody who laid eyes upon me could see everything that I was, with nothing to hide behind.

I... I think.

Is this what I truly was? What I am? I don't remember anymore. It was out of my hands. Mama decided for me, and judging by the glee in her eyes as she watched me sway back and forth while grasping her hand for balance, she was very happy with her decision. She slowly led me by my hand down the hallway. My steps were clumsy and unsteady, not at all helped by the thick, saturated padding between my thighs. Every step was increasingly difficult. With every suckle, my eyelids grew heavier. I wanted nothing more than to lay my weary head to rest.

"S'eepy..." My tired lips produced the word without thought. The response I received was a silent stroke of my hand with Mama's caring thumb.

We approached a door at the end. It opened to what I expected to be her bedroom, where we would lie together and I would fall asleep in her arms. What I was presented with instead, was an oversized nursery. Complete with a night light, a crib with an extra set of bars to cover the top, and a soft table in the corner. It was entirely decorated with saccharine pastel colors and animals. I didn't have the energy to take in my surroundings. My eyes and feet were led immediately to the cozy bed I saw before me.

I placed my hands on the soft mattress and was immediately lifted by Mama's strong hands into a supine position. It felt so nice to lay down. She placed a black plush bear in my arms, about the size of my torso, and I squeezed it lovingly. Every sensation I felt after bringing myself to a resting position was bliss. The soothing warmth between my legs and against my bottom. The blanket that cradled my body. Mama's sweet fingers running through my hair. The comforting hug of the collar as she fastened it around my neck, and the sweet rattling of the chain that connected it to the side of the crib. The gentle kiss she placed on my cheek. The secure click of the padlock that left me imprisoned after the bars had been raised and the top had been closed, fitting together to create a wooden cage. The smooth pacifier bobbing between my lips. Her caressant voice which filled my ears and washed over me like a warm bath. Everything that graced my mind was like a lullaby.

"Sweet dreams, little Lily. You're mine now. Forever. Your silly mind probably can't understand that right now, though."

The giggle that rose from her throat. It was all so lovely. So serene.

So...

So sleepy...

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finally made one of my biggest posts into an actual story!! i honestly kind of hate that post. i didn't expect it to get big, i was just horny fantasizing and it sort of jarringly switched from a fantasy text post format to a story format with no transition. it was made before i really knew i wanted to express myself through writing on this blog, and before i was versed in writing smut. i'm kind of surprised so many people like it. it's a nice fantasy, but it's it's quite poorly written. regardless, here you go, loves.

i was actually mostly imagining myself as emerald while writing this story, but i placed myself as the protagonist because it was based on a text post that was written in first person. that's the wonderful thing about being switchy though, isn't it?

also: dionaea is the name of the genus that contains the venus fly trap.

gin and cranberry is my favorite drink, though i did think it was a cute contrast to have me drinking juice and emerald drinking a more stereotypically mature cocktail as a little bit of foreshadowing.

remember that this is fiction, don't accept a drink at a bar from anyone but the bartender. and obviously don't fucking drug anyone.

love y'all. thank you for reading 🖤

[mads-the-dog]

New You Gym - 20

PREVIOUS CHAPTER

Kylee laid back in her car seat, enjoying the post-orgasm haze as Emily drove her van ever closer to home. Kylee hoped to God that Michael would still be out running errands when they got there.

Kylee quickly realized that her wish wouldn't be granted as she felt the car slow and turn into her familiar driveway.

Parked right next to Emily's van was Michael's car. Her husband was home, and she wasn't going to be able to hide her diapered state.

Kylee started to panic.

"Emily! You can't bring me home dressed like this! Michael is going to find out about my arrangement with Nanny, and my life will be ruined!" the diapered woman pleaded, "Can't you take me back to your place to change into some more adult clothes and then drop me off?"

Emily looked at Kylee's anxiety filled face and smiled smuggly.

"Now, Kylee, do you think I would let you into my van with big girl panties on? How many times have you wet your pants over the last three days?"

Emily turned back in her seat as she spoke.

Kylee, looked down at her diaper in shame and said nothing.

"That wasn't a rhetorical question Little Miss Pottypants. How many times have you wet yourself over the last three days?" Emily asked again.

"Um… Like four?" Kylee responded.

"Like four? You don't even know for certain how often you've wet yourself?" Emily scoffed, "No, don't answer that, of course you don't, that's why Julie is putting you through her special personal training program. But, you haven't just wet yourself, have you? Did you poop your pretty little Pampers today too?"

"Ye… yes," Kylee choked out, defeated.

"So, why would I risk letting you make a mess in my car just so you could hide your shame from your husband for a little longer?"

"I know Julie's rules for you. He is going to know what a little pants wetter you are soon enough. Plus, he already knows you had an accident today. You think that your Nanny didn't tell him about that back at the gym?"

Emily's words sent chills down Kylee's spine.

The defeated woman felt her stomach drop at the realization that not only was Michael going to have to deal with her Nanny-mandated bedwetting soon, but that he also already knew about her prior accident.

"I… I forgot she told him that," Kylee said, timidly.

"Of course she did sweetie! Why do you think Michael was okay just leaving you at the gym? He wanted to make sure his precious little pants pisser had some time to decompress from her naughty little accident before she came home."

"Now, enough talking, let's get you out of my van before you mess yourself again. I need to get back to work, and I don't want my car smelling like dirty diapers."

Emily got out of her seat, walked to the back of her van, slid open the door, and began the process of unbuckling Kylee from the infant car seat she was trapped in.

Kylee did her best to choke down the shame she was feeling as Emily grabbed her under the armpits and helped guide her out of the van like a mother would a small child.

Emily then reached into the car to grab something else out: The pink diaper bag that Julie had sent home with Kylee.

Emily slung the diaper bag over a shoulder.

"Wouldn't want to forget baby's new gym bag!" Emily declared as she grabbed Kylee's hand and started walking the diapered woman up to the front door of her house.

As they reached the door, Emily knocked loudly, announcing their presence.

"You don't have to do that, you know?" Kylee said, "This is my house, I can just go in, and you could just go back to work."

"Could I? I don't think your Nanny would approve of me just leaving you here without supervision…"

Emily was interrupted as the door opened revealing Michael, looking more attractive than Kylee could ever remember in a dri-fit tank top and athletic shorts.

"Oh, Emily! It's great to see you again!" Michael said, his eyes instantly finding the stunningly beautiful woman rather than his wife.

"Yeah, I'm here to drop of Kylee, just like I said I would be," Emily replied cheerily, her manner instantly changing from domineering to flirtatious once Michael opened the door.

"Oh yeah! Kylee!" Michael grunted as his gaze drifted over to his wife for the first time.

The young man's expression changed from one of slight amusement to worry as he noticed that Kylee was wearing nothing but the shirt she had put on this morning and the largest baby-style diaper he had ever seen.

"Oh, sweetheart! Did you have another rough morning?" Michael cooed with the condescending tone of a father attempting to soothe his young daughter, "Come here!"

Michael pulled Kylee into a warm embrace.

Kylee initially resisted the contact, too humiliated to feel she deserved any sort of physical affection.

However, as Michael engulfed her in his arms, she let herself enjoy the bear hug, feeling protected and cared for in a way she couldn't describe. She started to cry into his chest as she felt comfortable enough to let her emotions from the day overtake her.

"Oh yes, Kylee had a very rough morning. She had another little accident, just like last time," Emily explained, "Unluckily for her, all that Julie had for replacement bottoms in the daycare were the diapers."

"Oh, my poor baby!" Michael said, pulling Kylee in closer, "Let's get you in the house and changed into something more… comfortable."

Michael started to pull his wife into the house, but, before he could turn around, Emily stopped him.

"Michael, before you go in, Julie wanted Kylee to have this. It's a bag full of some… um… supplies she'll need when she comes back to the gym," Emily said hesitantly, handing over Kylee's new pink diaper bag, "Because of Kylee's little incidents, Julie and I think it's best that, when she comes to the gym in the future, she wears a little protection."

Kylee's face burned as she listened to Emily explain her situation to her husband while handing him her new, glorified diaper bag.

"Uh, okay," Michael said confused as he took the bag, "I guess that makes sense.

"Oh! But, don't worry! Julie has also taken a special interest in Kylee! She's going to start giving Kylee some personal training! Kylee is really excited about it, aren't you Kylee?" Emily chirped.

Kylee responded the only way she knew she could.

She plastered a smile on her face and said with the cheeriest tone she could muster, "Yes! I am very excited to get some personal training!"

"Well, um… great," Michael retorted, confused and worried he only had half of the story, as he adjusted his wife's new bag on his shoulder, "Well, thank you again, Emily, for your help today! Kylee and I both really appreciate it."

"Anytime Mikey!" Emily said, pushing her way between the husband and wife as she wrapped the tall man in a warm hug.

"I'll see you both at the gym tomorrow?" Emily asked, looking up at Michael with big, beautiful eyes.

Michael, who now had arousal joining his jumble of confused emotions, smiled down at Emily, enjoying the touch of the beautiful woman.

"Of course," he said to Emily before detaching from her embrace and turning back to his wife.

"Alright, Kylee, let's go get you into some big kid clothes," he teased as he led his waddling, diapered wife, into their house.

Emily went back to her van, crawled in the driver seat, and watched as Michael led Kylee back into their house.

As she watched Kylee's diapered ass waddling away from her, she couldn't help but start to rub her throbbing pussy again, more aggressively this time.

Her budding fantasy of infantalizing and cuckolding another woman was starting to look like a reality.

Emily closed her eyes and imagined being fucked by Michael while Kylee watched from a crib in the corner, grinding her poopy diaper into a stuffed animal.

The fantasy overtook her as she vigorously fingered herself over her yoga pants.

She screamed as she came, sitting in the driver's seat of her van in Michael and Kylee's driveway.

Emily then drove off, more hopeful than ever of what the future was going to bring.

[the-girl-with-the-red-hat]

The Sleepover

It was a quiet, hazy evening in the playroom, and Mommy was leaning against the doorframe with a knowing smirk. On the floor, her two littles, Hanna and Emi, were deep into a high-stakes "mini sleepover." Both girls were waddling under the immense bulk of thick, plastic-backed diapers, each reinforced with two heavy boosters that made their legs gap wide.

They had a standing bet: whoever ended the night with the heaviest, most used diaper would be firced to eating nothing but mushy baby food for a solid week.

Mommy, never one to pass up an opportunity to spoil and tease her babies, had prepared a special batch of her signature "green" brownies earlier. They were packed with just enough of an edible kick to make the girls extra thirsty and even more suggestible. Now, the sugar rush had faded into a warm, fuzzy glow, leaving Hanna and Emi in a world of heightened senses and soft crinkles.

As the edible hummed in their veins, the "game" began to shift. Hanna felt a deep, comforting warmth spreading through her; the kind that made her feel incredibly small and needy. She reached for her paci, her fingers fumbling against the plastic, when she noticed Emi watching her.

Emi’s gaze wasn't the usual playful teasing; it was soft, dark, and heavy with affection. Hanna froze, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson as she became intensely aware of the way she was curled up on the soft rug.

“That’s cute,” Emi whispered, her voice like velvet.

The tension snapped. Hanna set the paci down, her hand lingering against Emi’s. Neither pulled away. The room felt vacuum-sealed, quiet and safe. When Emi leaned in, it wasn't a rush; it was a slow, inevitable sink into a soft embrace. Their lips met in a clumsy, tender kiss that tasted like chocolate and innocence.

Naturally, it didn't stay still for long. It was a secret tradition of theirs…the "fun" that Mommy always heard over the baby monitor. They began to move against each other, the rhythmic crinkle-crunch of their massive diapers filling the room. The friction of the plastic rubbing together felt electric, amplified by the fuzzy buzz of the brownies.

Hanna let out a soft, whiney moan, her hands gripping Emi’s waist as they humped their thick padding together. The weight of the boosters made every movement feel heavy and substantial.

The door creaked open further. Mommy stepped into the dim light, her presence immediately grounding the two floating babies. She didn't scold them; she simply knelt into the nest of blankets and pillows, her hands finding their hair.

"My, my," Mommy cooed, her voice vibrating through the floor. "You two are working awfully hard on those diapers. Is someone trying to win the bet?"

She began to stroke their heads, her fingers massaging their scalps in a way that made their eyes roll back. Then, she shifted her weight, placing a firm, heavy hand right over the spot where their diapers were pressed together.

The added pressure sent a jolt through both girls. With Mommy "helping" them, the friction intensified. Hanna gasped into Emi's neck, her body arching as she felt the sheer, sodden weight of her padding.

"Don't stop now, babies," Mommy whispered, her touch firm and encouraging. "Let's see just how heavy Mommy can make you tonight."

The playroom was filled with the sound of rhythmic crinkling and soft, muffled whimpers as the three of them stayed lost in the fuzzy, warm haze of the night.

The air in the playroom grew thick and humid, the scent of chocolate brownies and baby powder mingling into a heady perfume. Mommy’s hand remained steady and firm, a heavy weight pressing the two girls together. The friction of the plastic layers—crinkling and sliding with every desperate movement—sounded like a rhythmic thunder to their heightened ears.

"You're both getting so close, aren't you?" Mommy murmured, her voice a low, melodic vibration that seemed to command their bodies to feel more. "I can feel the heat radiating through all that plastic."

Hanna and Emi were lost in it. Their movements became frantic, a synchronized dance of heavy, padded hips. The pressure from the boosters was immense, a dull, pleasurable ache that demanded release. They clutched at each other, fingers digging into the soft fabric of their onesies, their breaths coming in short, synchronised hitches.

The "buzz" from the treats peaked, turning every sensation into a kaleidoscopic explosion of feeling. They were on the precipice, that shimmering edge where the world falls away and only the intense, throbbing need remains. Their bodies tensed in unison, toes curling against the plush rug, as the wave of a shared climax began to crest.

"Now…" Mommy whispered, her eyes twinkling with a mischievous glint.

Just as the first sparks of release began to shudder through them, Mommy’s hands suddenly moved. With practiced, agonizing precision, she didn't just stop—she pulled them apart.

The sudden absence of the friction and the firm pressure was like a physical blow. The "crinkle" of the plastic separating felt cold and hollow.

"And… that’s enough for now," Mommy said brightly, sitting back on her heels with a pleasant, devastating smile.

Hanna let out a high-pitched, broken whine, her body still trembling from the interrupted rush. Emi gasped, her eyes flying open, wide and glazed with a mix of shock and desperation. They were stranded...right at the peak, with nowhere to go.

"Mommy… please," Hanna whimpered, her hands reaching out blindly, fumbling against the crinkling bulk of her own diaper. "It hurts… it's too much."

"Oh, I know it's a lot, my poor babies," Mommy cooed, gently batting their hands away from their waists. She began to pat the thick, heavy padding of their diapers, the sound thud-thudding in the quiet room. "But we can't have you winning the bet too easily, can we? You're both so full and heavy, but you haven't quite reached the finish line."

Emi let out a frustrated sob, squirming restlessly. The denial was physical; their nerves were screaming, dialed up to a ten with no volume knob to turn them down. Every time they tried to rub against the floor or each other, Mommy was there, gently but firmly repositioning them just out of reach.

"You're going to stay just like this for a little while," Mommy decided, her tone shifting into that sweet, unbreakable "nursery" authority. "Fussy, heavy, and very, very needy. It’s much cuter when you’re desperate."

She leaned down, kissing both of their flushed foreheads. "Now, who wants to tell Mommy which one of you is already feeling heavy enough for that baby food?"

(Hope y'all like it! psa: this is a story dont drug others without consent...guess whos in the hospital rn....ugh i been here for like 10 days :c no fun getting sick..hopefully getting out on friday! i miss my pc and discord :c )

[fucktoyfelix]

Age regressors, age players and littles are literally the sweetest, chillest people. The biggest defining feature of people who sexualize these things is that they all want to feel small and cared for. Many are so, so traumatized. Anyone harassing people over this is deeply evil imo

[diapered-bun]

I don't think it was actually meant as a serious rule rule but I was told I had to take my stuffed animal t rex (named him chomp) everywhere with me when I toddle (do anything) around her house. There's something about holding a stuffy while "adults" are talking to you that makes you feel incredibly silly and small.

[dudeyoutrippin]

Daddy.. are you sure this skirt is going to be okay?

Of course doll face. In fact... It'll be more than okay. It'll make things so much more convenient for me (: Now let's go before we're late for the birthday party.

[destinedfordiapers]

Running Up That Hill

This caption is for a very shy diaper girl. She’s a widdle scared of the world knowing who she is. But I do!

“Oh my gosh, this is so cute! It looks just like a real nursery! She actually lives like this? Isn’t she older than me?”

You cower behind Daddy as the new woman Daddy brought home takes in your nursery. They discuss you and your diapers so casually, so matter-of-factly that you feel like the toddler she obviously thinks you are.

“Seriously, I can’t right now. I mean, look at all the colors, the decorations, the diaper supplies! Ugh, it’s adorable! I’d have no idea this was an adult’s room if it wasn’t for the massive crib, changing table, and stacks of oversized diapers!”

Daddy laughs. “Adult? Don’t get it confused, my little pamper packer here may be older than you, but she’s not an adult, are you, Princess?”

You feel your face burning as they both look at you expectantly. “N-nuh uh, Daddy, not adult,” you whisper, knowing not to disobey Daddy in front of company.

“Good girl,” Daddy coos, giving your diaper a playful slap.

“She’s adorable! So well behaved, too!” she says, her voice thick with derision.

“Thank you! She’s Daddy’s special girl!”

Her face suddenly lights up. “No way, is she actually peeing herself?!?” she screams excitedly.

Daddy looks over at you. You look back at them, confused. You’re not peeing, that much you know. You would know if you were.

“Oh my god, she is!” she screams, “look at her diaper! You can see her tinkles spreading! I can’t believe it!”

You grab your diaper, still positive she’s making it up. Until you feel your diaper. It’s warm. Your eyes are wide in terror.

Before you can do anything her hand is reaching down at your diaper, grabbing it as your pee continues to flow. “It’s so warm and thick! You’re actually peeing yourself in front of us like a baby!”

Daddy looks at you, his face both confused and excited. “Did you know you were peeing yourself, Princess?”

“I-I-I…,” your eyes fill with tears, “D-daddy!!!”

“Oh, come here, silly,” Daddy says, wrapping you in his arms, “looks like you’re finally unpotty trained! You should be excited!”

Becoming unpotty trained had been your goal when you started wearing diapers. But that was before you truly understood the reality of life as Daddy’s diaper girl.

All you wanted was to wear diapers. Maybe have Daddy tease you here and there for them. Just basic, casual fun.

Like all diaper girls, you thought you could have your cake and eat it too. It’s adorably naïve.

You actually believed you could wear diapers 24/7, having Daddy care for you, check and change your diapers and still be treated like an adult. It’s absurd.

If you wear diapers like a baby, squat down and fill your diapers with stinkies like a baby, and rely on your caregiver to change your diapers like a baby—surely you cannot expect to be treated anything but a baby.

“Wait!” she screams, “she’s unpotty trained?! Like she’s been wearing diapers so long she actually needs them? That’s so pathetic!”

It’s too much for you. You won’t let some girl younger than you tease you.

“I’m not a baby, you bitch!” you scream, stomping your feet.

You knew you were in trouble the moment you said it. Daddy looked at you as if you just slapped him. Thick, heavy silence hung in the room as they both stared at you.

“I-I-I d-didn’t m-mean it, D-daddy,” you sob.

More silence.

Daddy looks over at her. “I’m sorry, Claire. She knows better than to act like a little brat.”

“It’s okay, poor thing probably couldn’t help it!”

“It’s not okay, is it, kiddo?” Daddy asks you sternly.

“N-no D-daddy, I n-not allowed to u-use n-naughty words anymore…”

“That’s right! And what happens when you do?”

“I h-have to l-lay over y-your lap…”

“Good girl. Do you have anything to say to Claire first?”

You look over to Claire, forcing yourself to ignore the smirk on her face. “I-I’m s-sorry for calling you a naughty word, C-claire,” you say sheepishly.

“It’s okay, little one. I know you didn’t mean it!”

Daddy reaches out his hand for you. You reluctantly grab it and follow him to your crib. Daddy puts the bars down and sits on the edge. He looks at you expectantly.

You hesitate, not wanting Claire to watch Daddy spank you. You couldn’t bear the thought of her watching you get spanked like some naughty toddler.

“B-but…Daddy…,” you mutter, looking at Claire.

Daddy only smiles. “Claire stays, babygirl. If you didn’t want her to see you get punished, you shouldn’t have been naughty. Lay down. Now.”

As you move toward Daddy, he suddenly stands up. “Oh, I almost forgot! Now that you’re unpotty trained, I can’t risk you tinkling on me!”

Daddy heads to the closet, bringing a package of puppy pads out. He opens it, unfolding one and placing it on his lap.

Claire loses it, giggling uncontrollably. “A puppy pad?!? Stop, that’s so embarrassing, even for a diaper girl! But I guess it’s necessary if she can’t hold her tinkles!”

Red-faced, you stand in front of Daddy as he rips the tabs off your diaper. The cold air forces you to shiver as your diaper is removed. He balls it up and hands it to you to hold.

“On my lap, babygirl,” he says sternly.

You lay down on Daddy’s lap—and the puppy pad—more humiliated than you’ve ever been in your life. You hold on to the diaper in your hand, doing your best to cover it up.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Claire’s laughter fills the room as Daddy’s spanking pauses. Tears pour down your face as you realize how infantile and pathetic you must look to Claire.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

More laughing. You look around your nursery. The monument to your place in life. You see all the horrifically infantile designs, the pastel colors, the supplies to keep you pathetically pampered.

You take it in. Everything in the room made you so beautifully squirmy when they were added. It’s was all so hot. But as you look at it—through Claire’s eyes—you realize how far you’ve fallen.

She doesn’t see you as an adult. She sees you as a toddler. You’re not a threat to her. You’re a cute sideshow. She’s going to sleep with Daddy tonight, not you.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

All the cute baby-patterned diapers and accessories that you loved so much stare back at you, each with a life of its own. They mock you, gloating that they trapped you in their world.

They know what you are. A helpless, diaper-dependent baby. They know this isn’t an adults room—it’s yours.

The only sex that would ever happen in this room is between Daddy and any woman he brings in here. A woman getting off knowing what you are. Proving she’s better than you.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

By now your butt is on fire. Your whimpers fueling Claire’s laughter. She can’t get enough of this pathetic display.

Daddy’s hand strokes your hair before turning your face to look at him. You look at him through your tears.

“I-I ‘m sorry, Daddy!” you plead, “I w-won’t use naughty words again, I promise!”

“I know you won’t, babygirl. Let’s get you in another diaper.”

You timidly stand up, hiding from Claire’s smirking. You preemptively head for the changing table.

“HAHAHHA no way!” Claire goads, “did she really pee on the puppy pad?”

Horrified, you look back. Daddy holds up the pad clearly wet with pee. You cover your face, too ashamed to meet anyone’s gaze.

“Let’s get you in a new diaper before you leak all over the floor, Princess.”

You obediently lay on the changing table, still covering your face.

“Can she wear this diaper?” Claire says, holding up your thick night time diaper.

“That’s what I was going to put her in! Gotta get this lil stinker in her night time diaper before bed!”

Claire watches—on comments—on the entire diaper change. You whimper through the whole thing. Halfway through, Daddy gave you your paci, which you happily accepted.

Once your diaper was taped on, Daddy helped you off the table, leading you to your toddler chair and table.

He sits you down, bringing you paper and a box of crayons.

“I want you to write an apology letter to Claire while we go have some fun. And it better be good.”

“B-but,” you beg, “I need a pen!”

“A pen?” Daddy scoffs, “you have crayons here! Diaper girls don’t need pens! Diaper girls use crayons, silly!”

With that, they head out. Your stomach sinks watching Claire all over Daddy.

You get to work, writing your apology letter to the woman who took your man. As you write, you hear them in the next room over. You try to ignore the moaning as you write.

“Dear Claire, I’m sorry I used naughty words. Daddy said I should never use those words when addressing an adult like you…”

[hazelscuckoldstories]

My Daddy put me to sleep in my little girl bed and a big baby diaper last night and I leaked through it 😭😭😭 I really really wish that he would find a Mommy to cuck me with because I don’t think I should have his big boy parts in my little pussy anymore 😭😭😭

Mhmm, mhmm, I completely agree with you cucky. I don’t think you should be allowed near anyone’s big boy parts, not even your daddies.

I’m sorry, you’re just too little and sensitive darling. Babies that leak through their diapers and stain their crib sheets with pee pees have no place between a grown ups legs. You’re too little, and stupid.

I think you should tell him cuck. Tell your daddy “please I don’t want your big boy parts in my little pussy anymore. You deserve to fuck a big girl, not a little baby like me” and stick to it. Find him a real woman and embarrass yourself in front of both of them. Fill your pants right in front of your new “mommy” and watch her laugh at your pathetic ass.

One day you’ll regret how much of a desperate cuck you are, and you’ll miss daddies big boy parts. No one cares though. Put your paci back in your mouth like a good little girl, put on a cute maid outfit, and serve your betters 💕

[ashbabylittle]

Love Letter to Light-Hearted Diaper Humiliation

No shade to any and all other types of dominating but I have a huge affinity for humiliation where it's low stakes, light-hearted and fun :) For example:

"Hey stinker, come over here really quick, let me check you."

"Let's get you changed. No, I'm not mad! If I expected you to be able to hold it you wouldn’t have a diaper on cutie."

"It's okay if you had an accident, dork - I'm not exactly surprised at this point. Come here, lets see if you need a change"

"You really didn't notice that you peed yourself? Adorable"

"You're lucky I'm around baby, or you'd never know when you'd need to change. Which is often by the way 😇"

"Hey! This is Ash, she's my girlfriend! - just to get it out of the way, she's wearing a diaper right now since she is struggling with her control - no worries, we have it handled!"

*Pats my wet diapered butt* "Whoa kiddo - did you have a couple more accident's since last I checked?"

"Did you try to make it to the potty? Okay well that's all we can ask for! Maybe next time, stinker 🤭"

"Girl.. you wet your training diaper twice yesterday, I wouldn't exactly say we're close to fully trained"

"I'm going to grab more stickers for the bedwetting chart at the store - I'm only going to get raincloud stickers because we still have a plenty of unused sunshine stickers..."

"I hope you don't mind I told them about your diapers since we are going to be staying the night. No, it's fine, they don't care - its not exactly a secret at this point that you're still training."

"I wish you could see your face when I notice that you had an accident - you become such a blushy mess 😍"

"Do you 'think' you had an accident or do you know you had an accident and are too embarrassed to admit it?"

"Uh oh - soggy morning kiddo? That's alright, we'll try again tomorrow - Make sure to put the raincloud on the chart so we can keep track :)"

"I'd totally believe you if you weren't wearing a unicorn onesie with a soaked diaper right now"

"I'm not going to change you yet, dork - I know you're not done having accidents today"

"Come here baby, your waistband is poking out"

"Yeah she is! Come here Ash!" As I walk over, she flips up my skirt to show my used diaper "See? Told you! She needs them since she can't always hold it when she has to go.. as you can see!"

"I'll give you $10 right now if you are dry"

"It honestly makes sense that you're a bedwetter - it fits your vibe :)"

"I haven't seen your bunny stuffie in a while - did you guys break up? 😉"

*Grabs the front of my very wet diaper* "I dunno, does this feel like being a big girl to you?"

*a hissing sound starts coming from my side of the couch* "Wow you really had to go, huh baby?"

"Did you just piss your diaper while sitting in my lap?"

"Next time you feel an accident coming along let me know - I wanna put my hand on it feel you losing control 😈 that is, if you are able to notice when you have to go 🤭"

"Hold still, you are fussier to change than the kids I used to babysit"

"You're being awfully sassy towards the girl who decides if you get changed or not"

"No way girl. Those stripes are gone - wetness indicated!"

"I've never seen someone so happy to lay across my lap - its so cute"

"You're soaked butt is like a little pissy stressball that I can squeeze whenever I want to, because lets face it, you're not dry that often."

"I put your name as DPRGRL for bowling - hope that's chill 😘"

"You'd think after all these accidents, you'd stop getting so embarrassed you little dweeb 😋"

"Well, lets be clear - you're wearing diapers because you can't be trusted to hold it. You're wearing those diapers because they're so cute on you :) hope that clears it up!"

"I honestly just assume you're always a little wet. And I'm usually right lol"

"Yes, but counter point: You're wearing a diaper that you just peed in so."

"Hey cutie, wake up - I think you're dreaming of waterfalls"

"I don't want you to lose all of your control, but it is really cute to watch you fill your pampers so. Either way is good with me baby but it seems like we're headed in that direction ;)"

"I'm gonna go to the bathroom - wanna come and take notes?"

"Yeah no, I asked my friends, none of us have had an accident in the last month so you're on your own there sweetie :)"

"Hey, there's no shame in pissing your pants so often and so much that your girlfriend is compelled to start putting you in diapers and tracking your loss of control until you become a full-time bedwetter and pamper pisser - it's totally normal and reasonable.. totally😐."

"Hey stinker - got enough room in that thing for one more episode?"

"I could hold my breath longer than you can stay dry"

"Oh shut up, you love this."

Etc.

There's probably so much more but I can't think of anything else so.

Here ya go.

[imnotherdadyet]

It’s very important that for cucky girl to firmly cement her status in the household she needs to be forcefully regressed at all times. She’s not an adult like the grown ups - she’s just an immature little brat and needs to be treated as such. She doesn’t get access to big girl things like sex or touching herself so she has to wear a chastity belt, that makes it harder for her to go to the bathroom so she should have to wear and use a nappy at all time - that way she doesn’t make a mess.

No sexy adult clothing for her. Only baggy onesies and cute princess dresses at do nothing to hide her special age appropriate underwear underneath. She doesn’t eat with the grown ups either. While they have dinner and talk about adult things and have intellectual grown up conversations she gets spoon feed mush in her high chair. Her protests silenced with either a bottle of milk or another spoonful of unidentified mush.

Cucky has been demoted from her old bedroom - the spare room that never got used has been converted into her own purpose built nursery. No more late nights or fooling around doing grown up stuff anymore. At 7pm cucky is changed and put to bed. Tied down in her crib with her special bedtime restraints to keep her from getting up to use the bathroom or worse still; disturb the grown ups during there private time.

She spends her days now sitting in her play pen with her baby toys. Mindlessly watching age appropriate tv show on the kids channel - slowly melting away her mind till she doesn’t have a single independent thought left, no thinking just pretty shapes and colours and using her nappys like a good girl for the browns ups to humiliating check, change and sufficiently laugh at her for being such a pathetic excuse for a women. She’s much more suited as a embarrassed, helpless little nappy wetter than anyone’s girlfriend any day.

Not that she has any choice in the matter anyway…

[foone]

She wraps the leash around her hand and pulls me up to her.

"you know, it's really amazing how easy it is to mistake you for a human. From a distance, I mean. Once you're up close *she pulls me closer* the illusion is shattered, and it's obvious what you really are."

[pavlovsbimbo]

At a kink party recently, and someone said "aww are you pretending to be a person?"

She ran her fingers through my hair and said "that must be so tiring, you don't need to pretend anymore."

[smolbailey]

Give me 5 compelling reasons to start wearing 24/7 uwu

[infantilebliss]

@smolbailey

Because you love the idea of being so soft and silly in your head that you want to space out from the world… and nothing would make her happier than being able to be ignorant of even when she uses the pampers she loves so much~

Because you love the idea of someone complimenting and encouraging you for being a little mush tush… being doing something so infantile and vulnerable, only to be given tight hugs, pats, and rubs for being such a good little girl, knowing that no matter what you do or whatever accidents or mistakes you make you have someone to pick you up and hold you tightly~

Because you love the idea of being owned by someone~ You want nothing more than for someone to keep you in cribs, in permanent booties and mittens, and permanent harnesses and straps throughout your day and feel pampered and treasured whilst not having to worry about anything… you yourself are already being taken cared of, why should you have to worry when someone lovingly gives you so much security~?

Because you love the idea of being swamped by the softest, sissy, babyish attire imaginable~ You want to have your legs be spread by not only the heavy thick padding between your legs, but the swarm of ruffles under your skirt that seek to challenge your diaper in how thick they are~ You want your arms to be as soft and poofy as your skirt and every time you have your skin touch your clothing constantly is greeted by the tickles of ruffles and lace~ You want your ears to be assaulted by so much crinkles and your nose consumed by soft fruits and baby powder, and your skin as smooth as your softened hair that is covered by so much ribbons and bow that it is challenging the dress you are wearing~

Because you above all else want to lose control~ Because, like how you want to space out and be a silly little cutie, and like how you want to be held and controlled, you yourself want to find yourself giggling and bubbling with joy without recourse or reason, simply losing yourself in babyish emotions~ It doesn’t matter if you find your hands have to have her baby rattle be resorted to arm bracelets since she can’t grasp anything for long when her hands shake on their own… it doesn’t matter if she falls left or right when she attempts to crawl, falling onto her side with sitting up being almost as much of a challenge for her without falling onto their back once again… it doesn’t matter if you need a proper adult to feed you a baby bottle of your meals since you can’t even each mushy foods without it dripping down your lips, and need a few bottles and attempts to get it all down… it doesn’t even matter to you if your dresses are permanently stained with your drool and you never know what a clean diaper is for more than 5 minutes~ You just want to be found with a warm smile greeting you from above the crib rails or your bassinet, you want to be able to sleep in someone’s arms and have someone softly whisper warm nothings that the little infant doesn’t understand. You are simply a baby, and little babies like Bailey aren’t meant to know what anything but he diapers are when it comes to ‘potty’. You shouldn’t even be aware what happens in the potty you are wearing in the first place, just that it feels nice sometimes when you make cute little kicks and wiggle your bottom around on your playmat~

Hope those are good enough reasons~

[smolbailey]

yessss

[smolbailey]

reblogging this older post cause someone liked it and reminded me of it and it’s good and I’d like more reasons from you people :3

[smolbailey]

as someone who usually only wears 1 diaper before having playtime and changing back into big girl clothes, the idea of getting a diaper change into a new diaper makes me feel really blushy... like I just filled a diaper... and you're changing me into ANOTHER diaper? to fill again??? and then another after that????? omg....

[imnotherdadyet]

Waking up your precious little miss each and every morning, listening to her softly stirring, waking her up with either a kiss on the head or some gentle back rubs. Watching her slowly coming to as she rolls over on to her back. The unmistakable rustle of the plastic mattress protector under her crib mattress echoed through the room. Gently whispering “good morning” to her as she comes too, reminding her how much you love and adore her as she starts to wake up.

Still sucking her pacifier and tightly cuddling her stuffed animal. (She can’t sleep without it.) makes her look the picture of innocence. You softly lift the duvet off her lower half. She lets out a soft moan of disapproval feeling the cool air brushing her legs. You take your time unbuttoning the buttons on her onesie peeling it back to see her very full and very well used night time nappy safely is; taped between her legs. You remark about how special she is and how proud you are of her as you softly tease her; cupping the crotch of her nappy and giving it a gentle squeeze. You can still feel how warm, soft and wet it is - suggesting she has recently had an accident. You motion her to roll over so you can check that back as well.

She complies, still half asleep rolling over stuck with her pacifier in her mouth and her stuffed toy of choice reassuringly held in her arms. “A certain very messy little girl has gotten so used to her nappy’s hasn’t she? You’ve made such a mess.” You remark inspecting the damages and softly, smushing her bottom with a few light pats. “I think your gonna need a change very soon sweet girl. Let’s get you sorted.” You say securely lifting her from her crib. She clings around your neck burying her face in your shoulder. It’s taken a while to make her such a docile and compliment little princess, especially using her nappy’s during bed time. But she’s got there eventually and she’s got used to it just like everything else. Another perfect girl lost in a little world.

[imnotherdadyet]

Make her sexually dependent on her nappys. She’s not a grown up after all and shouldn’t be allowed big girl playtime. The only time she’s allowed anywhere close to a release is when she’s regressed and safely taped into a nappy. Make sure she gets accustomed to making messy accidents and flooding her nappy to try to get a release.

She should be conditioned and affirmed that anytime she uses her nappy she gets some form of reward. Weather that be an edge or a ruined orgasm. This is the closest she gets to adult playtime and the only time she’s allowed any form of sexual pleasure.

Couple this with having to wear a chastity belt at all times so that she’s only allowed some break in her frustration when the grown ups allow it. Keep her locked up, keep her denied and keep her as a subservient little doll always willing to embarrassingly use her nappy for it’s intended function because she’s so conditioned to getting any type of release and knows it’s the only way to go about it.

From there you can start to phase out giving her rewards, from every change to every other change, to weekly, monthly to whenever the adults say so. Ween her off sexual stuff - she’s much to little for that. Keeping her as a permanently denied, constantly frustrated, sexless little dolly. It’s much more fun to hear her whine and moan like a sweet helpless girl and listen to her furiously humping the mattress in her crib at night and during nap times knowing full well she’s not doing anything but driving herself even crazier into frustration and desperation.

[transcherrybomb]

How to regress/baby me!

Just DO it! It's all about control

If you’re regressing me, don’t check; do.

Don’t ask me about my diaper, check it.

Don’t ask if I want my paci; force it in my mouth.

Don’t ask if I want a diaper change; force me to a flat surface and change me.

If I’m trusting you to regress me, just do it! Don't beat around the bush. I really don’t wanna be the big girl that needs to be checked with. I am trusting you and you have my consent to full on regress me!

When I say, “I’m not a baby!” I’m really just reinforcing your regression’s grip on me. So DO it!