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My old blog got nuked today. I'd appreciate a reblog so all my old followers can find my new blog!

Please don't tell anyone this happened... I promise I'll do whatever you want if we can keep this between us 😖😖

I woke up weally soggy this morning

I need a change pwease 🥺🥺

The diaper is bad enough please don't use the plug AND the cage 😭😭😭

Being forced to finish a bottle and draw Mommy a picture before she will change my mushy diaper seems highly unfair!!

Double diapered for work with cloth....You cant tell right??

Being able to soak the back of the diaper means I did a really good job right?? 🥺🥺

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Gorgeous 😍 😍

Soggy, messy, and in need of changies real bad 😳 😳 😳

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Naughty (NSFW 18+)

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“Well well, what do we have here?” He stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame.

Allie’s eyes opened slowly and she let out a yawn. She’d gone to bed far too late last night. Work was exhausting she hadn’t had time to indulge herself in weeks. She was ecstatic when the day had ended earlier than expected. She’d rushed home and wrapped herself up in one of the thickest, most absorbent diapers she had, a baby pink northshore megamax. The diapers were Allie’s own secret pleasure, kept hidden even from her own husband. It’s not that she wanted to keep it from him. Truly, she wanted more than anything to open up to him and spill every squishy, squirmy detail of her fantasies… but she was too scared. Diapers, being treated like a baby… it was too far out there, too obscene, rejection and disgust were a certainty.

So she took these moments, when her husband way away on business and she had the house to herself. Allie would come home, guilty, tingling feelings buzzing away in her tummy as she dashed upstairs to her secret stash of diapers. She loved the naughty crinkling sounds they made when she moved, threatening to expose her infantile state to the world. She loved the sweet, innocent smell of the powder and lotion she applied to her skin, savoring the moment just before her adulthood was stripped away. She loved the rush of shame and humiliation with the thought of being paraded around in front of others, completely infantilized and helplessly aroused. -ell , what do we have here?

She rubbed her eyes. “Huh?” Who said that? Was she dreaming? She sat up wearily, feeling the soaked diaper squish deliciously. She’d really overdone it last night. Nearly two hours of frenzied, moaning “play time” with her favorite wand had left her drained (and a bit sore), in a state of deep sleep, until now.

He walked across the room and gave her padded rump a swat. The dull thud and shock of the impact jolted Allie awake.

She rolled over quickly and grabbed a pillow to cover herself, scooting till her back touched the wall. Shit! What was her husband doing here? He wasn’t supposed to be back until next Friday! Alarm bells set her ears ringing and panic pounded through her veins. She tried to speak, to ask what he was doing here, to find out how much he’d seen. Fear clamped around her throat and all her questions struggling to emerge at once simply came out as as a choked, “Wha-what?!”

He sat on the bed next to her, eyes gleaming playfully. His hand slid forward, gently stroking the soft skin of her outstretched leg. “What’s wrong, sweetie?”

Allie stammered and gulped several times before she managed to get anything coherent out. “Wha-, why… how?” She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. “I… didn’t think you’d be back so soon,” she finally said, her voice small and timid.

He laughed and patted her leg. “I took off a bit early to come home. I just missed my little baby girl so much I couldn’t stand it anymore.”

Allie’s eyes were saucers at this point. “Baby girl?”

He nodded. “Mhmm, can you guess who it is?”

She gripped the pillow more tightly, hoping it would somehow shield what little modesty she had left. “I’m not a baby,” she said indignantly.

Her husband just shook his head. “If you’re NOT a baby, then how do you explain… THIS,” he lunged forward with shocking speed and pulled the pillow from her arms. He tossed it to the floor and watched as Allie flailed about.

“Wait, wait, I can explain, honey!”

He grabbed her crotch and gave a squeeze. “I think I can explain it too, dear. My little girl had too much play time and wet her diapy. Then she tried to hide it from Daddy. Naughty girl.”

Daddy? Allie thought. She felt the telltale tingle between her legs as he continued to grope the diaper. “N-no,” she groaned, feebly batting his hand away, “I’m not a baby…”

He smiled and began to trace the lines of her face with one strong finger. “There you go again, telling fibs. I’m sorry, punkin, but I think you need a little punishment to set you straight.” He took her hand and stood up, practically dragging her with him. “But first, I think someone needs a new diaper.”

Allie could feel him standing behind her as she struggled in her bonds. He’d taken a pair of her “big girl” panties and pushed them between her lips, silencing the stream of protests saying she didn’t need a diaper, and that this was all just a big misunderstanding. Then he’d picked her up, sternly warning her that any “fussing” from naughty girls would earn them a trip over Daddy’s lap. The spark in his eyes and the bite of his tone told her it would be better to just behave. After that, he’d carried her to the bathroom, had her clean up in the shower, panties still in of course, then changed her into a new diaper right there on the bathroom floor while she flushed red in utter humiliation. She hoped he hadn’t noticed the extra wetness between her legs. Now she was here, trapped in nothing but a pair of sheer black stockings and a thick diaper, drooling helplessly around her own balled up panties.

He moved up behind her, languidly running his hands along her body. He leaned in close, letting his breath tickle the nape of her neck. “Does your new diaper feel nice, hun?” He grabbed the back of her crotch and began to rub.

Allie groaned in response. She shook her head in faux denial. “Mm- Mhh!” In actuality, the diaper DID feel nice. It felt absolutely heavenly. She could feel her slit drooling into the padding as her husband worked her into a frenzy. She was starting to pant now. She felt her legs go weak as he let out a low growl. Her pussy clenched on nothing and she let out a whine of frustration. It didn’t matter how he knew anymore. She was putty in his hands now.

He chuckled. ”I’ll take that as a yes.” His hand traveled its way to her throat and squeezed softly. Not enough to cause harm or stop her labored breathing. Just enough to remind her that right now, she was his. He leaned in close to her ear and began to gently bite and nip at her exposed lobe. She shivered against him and his cock pressed into her leg. “I’m sure you’re full of questions right now.” He kissed her softly and took one breast into his hand, gently working it even as he continued to rub her aching hole. “How did he find out, what does he think of me, what do I do now?” His fingers closed around her nipple and pinched.

Allie let out a guttural growl of delight and nodded.

He continued to toy with her. “I found your stash the day after we moved in.”

She stiffened in shock.

“I didn’t want to say anything about it. I figured you would tell me eventually, when you were ready.”

She writhed in her bonds and let out a series of moans and whimpers, trying to explain herself. The hand groping her from behind pulled away suddenly, rapidly returning in the form of a firm swat.

He gripped the flesh of her ass in one hand and wrapped his fingers around her throat with the other, roughly pulling her into him. “So I waited… and waited… and did a little research while I continued to wait. I found all those dirty videos you were watching. I saw the stories too. The ones where big, adult women are treated like slutty little girls who can’t control themselves. Girls whose Daddys need to keep them diapered and innocent around the clock.” He gave her another swat. “You really should double check if you’re using incognito or something before you look that stuff up,” he laughed.

Allie meanwhile was burning in a bubbling stew of utter humiliation and arousal. He knew everything, every last degrading, obscene detail. Her pussy throbbed with need and continued to leak into the now sodden crotch of her diaper.

“So,” he continued, “now you have two choices.” He leaned down to pick up her wand, reaching around to wave it in front of her with while his other hand went back to fondling his helpless wife. “One, I can untie you, sit you down in the living room, and bring you a nice cup of tea to talk this over… Or, option two, you piss in your diaper and Daddy uses your special toy to help his baby slut make cummies… and then tea and snuggles, of course.” He grabbed her crotch and pressed the wand against her. “Your choice, little one, naughty…” he flipped the switch of the vibrator, causing her to squeak. “Or nice,” he turned it off, leaving her aching.

Looking back, Allie understood she never had any conscious choice in the matter. Her body answered for her. Her bladder released the moment her lust addled brain processed his words. The diaper quickly grew hot as it soaked up the stream, quickly swelling under the torrent.

He grinned as he felt it splash against the seat of her diaper. A hot, yellow stain creeping across the innocent white surface as the padding grew in weight and size. “Good girl…”

The vibrator roared to life in an instant. Allie’s muffled screams of unadulterated pleasure bounced around their apartment. The warm, steamy air thrummed with the symphony of buzzing and whorish moans. It felt so good she thought she would simply melt through her restraints, down into the floor. Every muscle in her body juddered wildly as she went into a paroxysmal, mind shattering orgasm. She felt her cunt pulse hungrily. She wanted Daddy’s cock. She wanted him more than anything in that moment. She wanted him inside her, fucking her, filling her.

Her over sensitized clit was screaming as the toy continued it’s torturous work, wrenching one shuddering, eye rolling orgasm after another from the exhausted girl.

Finally, mercifully, the toy died down. Allie slumped against her restraints, completely limp. Her husband caught her, supporting her in his arms and gently stroking her hair. “Good girl.”

The world was fuzzy and an incessant ringing blocked out sound. She couldn’t feel her legs. Her abused pussy felt molten, and continued to clench and shudder as the aftershocks rippled through her. The diaper was an absolute mess, drooping down between her thighs. Wet, limp, and used. They had a lot in common at that moment.

He lifted her up, letting his exhausted wife rest her head on one broad shoulder. “You were a very good girl, sweetie. Daddy loves you so much.”

Still bleary eyed, limp, and utterly drained, her lips curved upward into a weak, dreamy smile. “Mmm, Daddy… I love you too.”