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[emily8350]

The rustling of bedsheets and shifting of weight wakes you. Usually you’re able to just roll over and fall back to sleep, but tonight feels different. The crinkle of the waterproof sheet layered under you doesn’t dissipate. You can hear frustrated little hmphs, too.

“Avery, are you awake?” You whisper into the darkness.

“Sorry, did I wake you?” She sounds tired, as well as mopey.

You push yourself to a sitting position and feel around to click on the reading light clipped to the headboard. It casts a small warm glow across the bed. Just enough that you aren’t squinting, but not so much that it shocks you fully awake. Avery’s face becomes illuminated. Her bottom lip is jutting out and she’s rubbing her red eyes with two fists.

“What’s wrong? Why aren’t you sleeping? Do you need a change?” You grope around her crotch, but her diaper is seemingly dry.

“Just can’t. I can’t turn my brain off or get comfy. I think I’m nervous about one of my meetings tomorrow, but I don’t know,” She sounds close to tears.

“Oh, poor baby,” you say genuinely. She leans on your shoulder and you wrap you arms around her, “I know something that might help you.”

You pull down one strap of your loose fitting camisole and shuffle your body down a little, taking her with you. In the same movement you guide her head onto your breast. Avery’s mouth is already open as you lift your nipple up to her lips. She immediately latches on and flutters her eyelids, letting out a dreamy sigh.

She lays there for a few moments, eyes closed, keeping up a steady and soothing rhythm. There’s a barely audible thuck-thuck-thuck noise, but other than that the room is quiet. No traffic outside or rustling about, just you and Avery, connected.

“Is that better?”

“Mmhm.” She sighs deeply.

She’s slightly lower than you on the bed, head under your armpit, crotch near your knee. With one hand you pet the dark bangs away from her eyes while the other arm rests under her head. It’s relaxing for you too, and you feel yourself start to almost fall asleep again.

Right as your eyes are getting heavy you feel it. Something smooth and crinkly rubbing on your knee and upper thigh. Avery’s suckling picks up speed and intensity, as does the movement of her hips as she grinds her diaper into your leg.

“Oh, is that what this is all about? Someone couldn’t sleep because they needed Mommy’s boob to suck and leg to hump?”

Avery whines and shakes her head, eyes still closed. You can believe she had a genuinely hard time sleeping, but this isn’t the first time a late night has lead to this.

“Sometimes you’re too little to fall asleep by yourself. That’s ok. Sometimes you need Mommy to help you relax, to feel safe, to get all your anxious energy out. Isn’t that right?”

Your words make Avery rut even faster. Her breathing is picking up and she’s making a near constant stream of mews and whines now.

You remove the arm that was under her head so you can grab a fistful of her thick, dark hair. Your long fingers wrap the strands around and around then give a firm tug. Avery moans with your nipple in her mouth and grazes her teeth across it.

“Come on, baby, you can do it, Mommy knows you can,” you murmur. You tug on her hair a few more times, in rhythm with the up-down movement of her humping.

Soon, Avery’s mouth opens so wide your nipple falls out. She’s gasping for air as her feet twitch and kick. In the glow of the little light you can see just how flushed her face is. Even her baby hairs are sticking to her forehead.

“That’s a good girl, very, very good.”

After she’s come down from her orgasm and caught her breath she works her way back down to your breast. It’s slick with her drool. Your nipple is engorged and red.

“Im going to need that back, eventually,” you say with a smile.

“No. It’s mine. Mine forever,” she says before wrapping her lips back around you and giving a few lazy sucks.

Only a few minutes pass before she’s fallen asleep. Her breathing is deep and even, and her jaw has gone slack. You’re able to extract yourself from her mouth and put the strap of your top back.

Right as you reach out to turn out the light, you feel warmth grow where she’s pressed against your side. Sure enough, she’s wetting her diaper. Not a major flood, but enough that the once crisp padding now has some squish to it. It’s no problem, you know it’ll hold up for the rest of the night.

Good you think, she always sleeps better wet.

[thetoddlertimes]

I let another spurt of warm pee into my diaper as I lay on my stomach, staring up at some inane, mindless children's show playing on the television.

"Mmmm," I moan into my binky as the thick, soft padding pressed into the carpet beneath me warms around my throbbing cock.

Carefully, I sneak a peak behind me to see if Sheila is paying attention. I let out a small, relieved sigh when I see she is still laying on the couch, completely engrossed in scrolling on her phone.

I know that I am not supposed to play naughty games. I'm in diapers in the first place for playing with myself without permission. But the humiliation of being babid by my wife, the feeling of the warm padding between my legs, the pressure of my weight on my manhood as I lay here, it's all too much.

Slowly at first, so as not to draw my wife's attention, I thrust my hips into my soggy padding. I'm pretending that I am staring at the television, but my eyes are closed as I imagine I am having sex with my wife, rather than humping my soggy diaper.

I can't help but let out a slutty little moan as my pleasure grows. I start to thrust harder and faster, panting as I draw ever closer to completion.

My movements stop, however, when I feel a finger under my chin, tilting my head up.

I open my eyes. Sheila's disappointed face is staring right back at me.

"Oh, baby, why did you stop? Mommy is loving your little show. You might as well make it to your grand finale."

I let out a pathetic whimper, my face turning a deep shade of red as my wife taunts me. I try to let out words of protest, but I am silenced by a finger on my paci.

"Hush. I don't want to hear your excuses," Sheila continues in a more commanding tone, "Mommy told you to finish. So, you will finish."

Hesitantly, I start to rock my hips into the floor again, earning a large grin from my wife.

"Good boy, Ollie! Now, you better enjoy this, because, after today, humping your icky little diapies is the only way you're going to make stickies for a long, long time."

I moan, as if to punctuate her sentence. Being told of my further humiliation is both horrifying and intoxicating. In moments, my wife is rubbing my back as I shoot a big, sticky load into my padded pants.

A small tear runs down my cheek as I catch my breath and wonder just how serious Sheila was when she said this was the only way I'd be coming in the future.

[lilmisschipmunk]

“Safe word? Awww sweetie, daughters don’t get a safe word. Mommy makes those big decisions for you!”

“You wanna go home? But honey you are home!”

“Oh your family is going to look for you? Well of course I’m going to look for you! Peek-a-boo!!! Where’s my little cutie?”

[lilmisschipmunk]

“Bad girls who try and fight Mommy get to spend all night in the hug blanket.”

“Hush, you’re being fussy it’s just a hug blanket, straight jackets don’t have cartoon characters.”

“Shhhhhh okay calm down little one, Mommy has a special bottle for you, just open your mouth and I can let you breathe again.”

“Good girl. Look how quickly you finished your bottle, isn’t Mommy’s milk tasty?”

“You need to use the bathroom? Do you mean the potty? Usually I wouldn’t let such a little one go alone, but just this once I’ll let you try without my help okay?”

“Sweetie, it’s been five minutes I’m coming in! Oh poor thing, could you not make it to the potty and had an accident in your big girl pants?”

“My fault because of the hug blanket? But dear, big girls know to ask for help. Instead you had an accident, does that make you a big girl?”

“Shhh it’s alright to cry, little girls are expected to have accidents. Now are you ready to ask for Mommy’s help?”

[mommyameliestorycorner]

That’s what I thought.

The fluorescent lights hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow over the rows of grown men sitting cross-legged on the padded floor. Their thick, crinkling diapers, some adorned with cartoon dinosaurs, others plain white, bulged slightly under their baby blue t-shirts. Ms. Harper stood at the front of the room, arms crossed, watching with a smirk as the last straggler, a broad-shouldered man with a buzz cut, shuffled in. His face was flushed, his jaw clenched. He hated being here. That only made it sweeter.

The screen flickered to life, and the room fell silent.

"Good boys fill their diapers," the cheerful voice cooed, accompanied by the image of a muscular man in a onesie, his face twisted in pleasure as he rocked his hips against the padding. "The toilet is only for girls. You are a baby boy."

Ms. Harper’s lips curled. She loved this part.

Jake’s fingers twitched against the plastic between his legs. The diaper was thick, too thick, but that was the point. He could feel his body responding to the hypnotic rhythm of the screen. "You don’t need to hold back. Let it all out, baby boy." The words slithered into his ears, warm and sticky.

Beside him, Tommy giggled, already grinding his hips into the floor. His diaper crinkled loudly with every movement, the sound filling the space between them. Jake swallowed hard. He hated this. He loved this.

"Good boys don’t fight it," the voice purred.

Jake’s breath hitched. His cock strained against the padding, the friction maddening. He shifted, trying to ignore it, but the screen flashed, another man, this one on all fours, humping his diaper like a dog in heat. "You’re just like him. Aren’t you?"

Tommy moaned softly, his hands rubbing his diaper. Jake’s face burned. He wasn’t like this. He wasn’t.

But his hips betrayed him, rocking forward, just once.

Ms. Harper’s heels clicked as she strolled between the rows. Some of the boys were already lying flat on their tummies, their diapers crinkled obscenely as they humped the floor . Others, like Jake, still fought it, their faces twisted in shame.

"You can’t help it," the voice crooned. "You’re a baby boy. And baby boys fill their diapers."

Jake’s teeth ground together. His cock throbbed, trapped, the pressure unbearable. He could smell it, the baby powder, the plastic, the musk of sweat and something fouler. His hips jerked again, his ass lifting off the floor.

Ms. Harper reached over, her fingers brushing Jake’s thigh. "C’mon, Jakey," she whispered, her voice high and teasing. "You know you wanna."

Jake groaned, his pride crumbling. His hands rubbed the fabric of his diaper, pulling it tighter against his cock. The screen flashed "Good boys don’t think. Good boys just feel." and Jake stopped thinking.

The room was a symphony of crinkling plastic and ragged breaths. Ms. Harper paused beside Jake, watching as his hips pistoned upward, his diaper crinkling with every desperate thrust. His face was a mask of pleasure and humiliation, his lips parted in a silent gasp.

"That’s it," she murmured, her voice dripping with amusement. "Let it all out."

Jake’s back arched. His cock pulsed, the sensation overwhelming. He wasn’t going to... he couldn’t...

But he did.

His body shuddered, his hips stuttering as he came into the diaper. The warmth spread, the padding swallowing every last drop. His face burned, his chest heaving.

Tommy clapped, his own diaper squelching with every movement. "Good boy, Jakey!"

Ms. Harper’s smile widened. "That’s what I thought."

[rotten-apple-juice]

“Okay, baby, show me if you remember how to be a big girl,” Daddy said. You could hear the gleeful disdain dripping from his voice, like he was salivating over this moment. He threw a big stuffed bear into your play area, a section of the living room cordoned off with big, colorful, plastic baby gates.

“He’s your new friend. In fact, I think you two are in love. Can you use Beary here and show me how Mommy and Daddy express their love for each other?”

This was your first chance at release in how long? When Daddy first put you in diapers you received all the orgasms your little heart desired—only in your diapers, of course. Then all of a sudden it stopped. No more fun. The diapers stayed, but the orgasms stopped. Any untoward rocking of your hips or suggestive grinding resulted in serious punishments. Had it really been over a year of diapers?

You sat by the gate in nothing but your t-shirt and wet diaper. Daddy leaned over and kissed the top of your head.

“Go ahead and, what do you call it? ‘Make humpies?’ If baby does a good job showing off with your boyfriend, maybe Daddy could ‘make humpies’ with you again. We won’t tell Mommy,” He whispered in your ear.

Your heart started racing at the thought. You threw your leg over the big stuffed animal and straddled it, determined to show off what you knew in your life before, your life as a big girl who wore big girl pants and used the potty. You began to hump the bear, slowly, tentatively, acutely aware of the noises your wet diaper made as you grinded on the fluffy bear. You felt the wetness of your padding caress and glide and press against your no-no parts and moaned at the utter degrading lifestyle you put yourself in for this man, your Daddy. These thoughts and physical sensations swirled in your headspace.

“Is that all little girls know how to do?” Daddy goaded, watching.

You froze, but didn’t look up.

“I thought making humpies was supposed to feel good and be fun? We can stop if you’re not having fun,” He teased.

He was right. You picked up the pace, your face flush with the need for release, and embarrassment that the only way to do so was in a sodden diaper. The crinkles came more quickly, more vigorously. Yes, you wanted this, you needed this. You needed to show Daddy that you could still please him!

“Show me how a big girl pleases their boyfriend,” he commanded.

You began to ride in earnest, bucking your hips and gyrating in your wet diaper, pulling out all the tricks you used to do when you were a big girl, when you could do things to pleasure men in ways that would make them moan in seconds.

And just like that, it was over. You moaned and collapsed on the big stuffed animal, completely spent and straddling the bear, your diapered ass pointing directly up at Daddy.

“Barely over thirty seconds, baby,” A feminine voice cooed.

You turned around, startled. Mommy was holding out her phone, showing the timer.

“Clearly not a big girl,” she said, smiling.

Daddy stepped into the playpen and picked you up, cradling your diapered butt.

“Okay, little one, time to get your diaper changed and put you down for a nap,” he said.

He came over to Mommy with you in his arms and gave her a passionate kiss. Her perfume made her smell like a big girl. You used to smell like that once, but now that scent was replaced by the smell of baby powder, and often other things like pee. As he walked you to the nursery you watched Mommy pick up your bear and move it out of the playpen.

“We’ll schedule another date with your boyfriend soon, little one. I know babies like their diapers, but I didn’t realize that you liked them this much. With a show that quick I don’t know if we’ll ever get Daddy-daughter time,” he said, patting your back. Tears silently fell down your cheeks as you were carried to the changing table.

[emily8350]

Dappled afternoon sun came in through the windows of Julia and Lexi's apartment. The rain had finally let up, and the apartment felt cozy and fresh. Julia and Lexi had spent the day puttering around, doing chores and random tasks. Finally, it was time for some relaxation.

Lexi was kneeling at the low coffee table, deeply focused on the Lego set in front of her. The heels of her mismatched socked feet were pressed against her bottom as she leaned forward to examine the instruction booklet. She had emptied each baggy into the holes of a muffin tray to keep her pieces organized. She was shifting her weight, or maybe rocking, from her knees to her toes.

Julia came into the room with her book in hand. She placed her mug of tea on the side table and patted Lexi's head before settling on the couch. Lexi's side profile was visible from Julia's seat, and Julia recognized the intent expression on her face.

"Is that a concentrating face or a pooping face?" Julia asked, her tone somewhere between joking and not.

Lexi paused her rocking but didn't answer at first. Julia noticed her eyes focusing and narrowing, as if they'd been glazed over.

"Concentrating. Hard. Shhh," she said after a moment, putting a finger to her lips.

"Alright, alright, I get it," said Julia, opening her book and leaving Lexi to her bricks.

It wasn't until Julia had read a whole chapter that a smell hit her. Huh. She had just taken the garbage out this morning...Lexi had scooped the cat box too...and there Lexi was, kneeling at the coffee table. Her face was stuck in that same concerted expression, but now it was a few shades redder. She was also still rocking slightly, but at a closer glance Julia could see just how. Lexi had the heels of her feet pressed right up against her bottom, angled in between her cheeks. With further scrutiny her movements seemed intentional and rhythmic.

Lexi's fingers grazed over the muffin tin until she found the pieces she needed. But, where was her other arm? Julia followed Lexi’s opposite shoulder down. Lexi’s fingers were slipped under the front of her shorts. Her wrist was flexing back and forth, in time with her rocking motions.

The smell. The rocking. The hand. Everything was starting to make sense. Julia felt herself getting aroused watching the scene in front of her unfold. How long would Lexi keep this up before she noticed Julia staring at her. Would she come right there, hand down the front her pants and undoubtedly an accident in the back? No, Julia had to maintain some semblance of authority, even if she could sit here all day with her own hand down her pants. She resisted her voyeuristic urges and got to her feet.

"Ok, I'm coming to check you."

"What? No, I'm ok! I'm not even wearing a diaper!" Lexi's eyes went wide. She pivoted so she was no longer positioned sideways from Julia, now she was facing her, her back and bottom concealed. She realized her now exposed her lap and wayward hand. She hastily tugged it out of her shorts and whipped it behind her back, but not before Julia could see the light catch something glistening on her finger tips.

"I know, so you better not be doing what I think you're doing," Julia bent down and grabbed Lexi by the ear, pulling her to standing.

"Owwwieee, ow, ow, stoooop," Lexi wailed.

Julia swiveled Lexi around peeled back the waistband of her pink pajama shorts and ducky patterned, padded training pants.

“Ugh, seriously, Lexi?” Julia said, staring down at the mess in the back of Lexi’s training pants. It really was a mess. Lexi’s rhythmic movements had mushed and spread things around significantly, “Why did you poop in your training pants?”

“Stoooop. I was trying to hold it. Really trying! Lemme go!" Lexi wriggled in Julia's grasp.

Julia eased her grip and allowed Lexi to turn around.

“Why didn’t you get up and go the toilet?”

Lexi stared at the ground and fidgeted with the drawstring on her shorts. She opened her mouth to speak, but closed it and shrugged her shoulders instead. All of a sudden the houseplant in the corner and basket of cat toys next to it was very interesting.

"Lexi. You know better than to lie to me. I also need you to explain to me just what your hand was doing."

Finally, Lexi said, very softly, “I didn’t want it to come out. I wanted to keep holding it and keep my feet there and have it feel good. It...it felt so good to hold it and press my feet up against my butt. I liked it. I didn’t know so much was going to come out. It felt good to touch myself in front and feel it in the back. I couldn't help it!” Her words just tumbled out.

Wow, Julia thought, that is hot, but she couldn’t let Lexi know that. Not yet, at least.

“Lexi, that is very naughty. Pooping yourself and trying to get off at the same time? Tsk, tsk".

“I…uhm, I thought...it felt…” Lexi couldn’t seem to find the right words to justify her choices.

“This can’t be cleaned up on the changing table, come on, we need to hose you down.”

Lexi stood in the tub to get undressed. Her toes curled on the grippy stickers of seashells and fish and she shifted while Julia grabbed a a plastic bag for her soiled clothes and a towel. The mess in her pants was growing cold and sticky. She tried to stand with her legs slightly spread to avoid the clammy mess from spreading further across her skin.

Despite the ickiness, Lexi couldn’t help but still feel turned on. She didn’t know why, but putting pressure on her bottom while it was demanding for release had sent the same reactions through her body and brain that masturbating did. Each shift of her weight while she rocked on her knees sent waves of pleasure shooting throughout her. Maybe it was a form of masturbation, she thought. Then her clit had started demanding attention, the lips around it growing wet and hot. By the time she slipped her fingers under her training pants and into her vulva she was floating in an endorphin fueled haze.

Julia helped Lexi step out of her disastrous training pants. Not only was the back full of Lexi's poop, the front had a damp patch from where she'd been wet and wanting. What once had been blue outer fabric with yellow ducks and a white inner lining was nearly unrecognizable.

"Ugh, I don't think we can save these ones," Julia tied up the plastic bag.

"No! My duckies!" Lexi whined.

"You should have thought of that before pooping in them."

Once Lexi was soaped and rinsed off by the detachable shower head Julia started the tap and plugged the tub. Lexi was busy digging through the mesh bag of toys to notice that Julia had slipped out of the room and returned, something making an odd shape in her pocket.

She knelt down and leaned over the edge of the tub, stroking Lexi's back to get her attention. Lexi immediately perked up to the touch and focused on Julia with wide eyes. Julia's fingers crept down Lexi's back and then around towards her breasts. She picked up some suds and ran her wet and soapy fingers over Lexi's nipples. Lexi let out a breathy little moan and reclined with her pelvis elevated. Her head was pressed against one tiled wall and her feet stayed planted underwater.

"Does that feel good, baby?"

"Mhhmm," moaned Lexi. She was holding a squirty toy and squeezing it so hard it looked deflated.

"Would it feel even better if I did this?" and Julia's fingers trailed further down. She used the back of her hand and close clipped nails to graze over Lexi's groin.

"More...please," Lexi's voice was soft and full of wanting.

One of Julia's skilled fingers parted Lexi's labia and slid inside her. She flexed just the first digit of her finger which she knew would make Lexi squeak in a way she adored. Soon, a second finger joined. Lexi was gasping and moaning, her eyes closed, moving in rhythm with Julia's fingers.

"More, more, more," was all she could muster. She kept her hips up and thrusting lightly for a moment more until she realized Julia wasn't inside her anymore. She opened her eyes and shot Julia a confused glance.

But Julia wasn't looking at her. She was fishing something out of her pocket. It was pink, silicon, and shaped like the letter U. All Lexi could do was watch as Julia inserted the app controlled vibrator into her, tapping the exterior end when it was finally in. Lexi was excited, she braced herself for the incoming vibrations. She settled into the warm water, ready for the waves of pleasure to begin. They didn't come.

"Aren't you going to turn it on?" She asked.

"Hm, yes, eventually," Julia said, gathering up a towel and holding it out for Lexi.

"Eventually?? What does that mean?"

"It means that I decide when you can and can't get off. I haven't forgotten just how naughty you were earlier. Did you think I would let you get away with touching yourself just because you had an accident? An accident that didn't seem very accidental at all, by the way," Julia tutted and extended her arm for Lexi to hold on to as she stepped out of the tub.

"But I...I want it now! I was already horny then you got me worked up all over again! You can't do this, you can't! I don't want to wait."

"Oh my, those are some demanding words for someone who just pooped in her pants and masturbated at the same time. You should be thankful you're having any fun at all. Now come along to the bedroom, we need to get a diaper on you before there's any puddles. Of pee pee, or anything else you might dribble out. I'm sure I can find something to keep you busy, too," Julia twirled the drawstring of her own lounge pants and shot a suggestive look at Lexi before turning away.

Lexi huffed, but followed Julia obediently to the bedroom. As frustrated as she was, there was a glimmer of excitement in her for what the evening might hold.

[grenadineghost]

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

[puddlesandpadding]

I'm thinking a lot about psychward forced regression. Some doctor making sure you're all padded up, paci gagged, and straitjacketed while you're forced to watch baby shows.

Maybe there's some subliminal messages to make you more baby brained and you're so bored all you can do is watch.

You try to escape and an orderly needs to spank you and report your naughty behavior to the doctor.

The doctor praises you when they let you out of your bondage and you struggle with simple math questions.

Maybe after a few weeks of treatment you genuinely mess up on the shape sorter. Done in mitts of course.

It's not your choice to be so baby brained. Might as well just give in. Isn't it easier?

[bby-kimmy]

Blushing, I nodded as he spoke. "Go on sweetie, PJs off, let's see how your new diapers are holding up. Yes, new. Doubling up basically makes them new! Those pink ones are supposed to last twenty-four hours, but you're leaky within six!"

A whole day!? He'd said it before, but I'd thought he was joking or exaggerating. Shifting, I tried to focus on remembering what it felt like to just wear the one diaper, I had a habit of forgetting what things felt like after a while...

"Remember sweetie, our goal is to get you down to one change per day. Yes, button, I know it gets harder to think the longer you're in a wet diaper. That's the point."

I nodded again, knowing he didn't want me to answer. I was supposed to stick to small words, single syllables, but it was even better to just nod along.

"You don't need to think." That would have upset me at points in the past. I had a degree, I'd had a good job, I'd had people I was in charge of, but that was all gone. It was harder to think now, harder to think about anything beyond how good things felt, getting lost in the feeling of a paci in my mouth or the diaper between my legs.

"That's Daddy's job, isn't it? To think all the hard thoughts and make sure you have nothing at all to worry about. That's right! You shouldn't even have to worry about whether or not you might leak. That's not for babies to worry about, is it?"

I shook my head. "No, da-"

He cut me off, not even letting me finish my answer. "Nope, definitely not. And you're my cute little babygirl, aren't you? Yes you are."

He wasn't letting me answer at all! Frustrated, I balled my fists, though they were so tiny compared to his giant hands. "Daddy, I don't want double, I want-"

Again, he cut me off. "No sweetie, you're not going back to just one diaper. Probably never, ever again. Get used to it, sugarplum. Oh look, I can see your brain getting all fuzzy right now, someone is going potty, isn't she?"

He was right. I wasn't sure when it had started, but the world started getting a little softer around the edges, my knees felt a little weaker as the warmth spread between my legs. The wet padding hugged me, promising me good feelings, the only feelings I really needed... wetting was the best thing I could do, it was the best way to be a good girl...

"Such a good girl, let all those thoughts right out into your diaper. Yes, it makes your little kitty feel all tingly, doesn't it? That's right, and feeling tingly there is good. Go ahead, touch. Rub that diaper, right between your- ah ah!"

He stopped me from slipping my hands down the front of the diaper to touch myself. It had been such a long time since I'd been able to, he stopped me every time. I wanted to tease my clit, I wanted to slide my finger between my lips...

"Bad girl." I froze at the words. Those were not good words to hear. His big hand wrapped around my wrist, and I feared that I was going over his lap...

"We don't put our hands down our diapers. Here, let me help you." My daddy, who had been my husband once upon a time, led my hand to where he wanted it, pressing my fingertips into the soft plastic of the diaper. "There, right there. Rub on the outside of your diapers, silly. Yes, there we go. Forget allllll about regular diapers just the way you forgot about your panties. It's double diapers from now on."

His words stopped making any sense. Like he'd gradually shifted to speaking another language entirely. That happened more and more the wetter I got. It would have been alarming if I had any hope of thinking clearly, but it was beginning to be normal. I spent less and less time each day being able to understand what he said, slipping into a haze that all blurred together of diapers and stuffed toys and rubbing myself...

"I think the hardest part is going to be not fucking you for twenty-four hours. But Daddy will stay strong to help make sure you never, ever have another coherent thought. You're much better off as my little diapered sex toy, nothing at all going on behind those eyes."

I only smiled at him as my hips rocked, as I humped my own hand right there in front of him. Dropping to my knees, I spread my legs wide and rubbed faster, feeling a line of drool escaping the corner of my mouth and forgetting everything else... nothing else mattered right now...

When the world began to make sense again, I was in the high chair with a bib around my neck. My PJs were gone and my mouth was full of applesauce. Daddy said some words that almost made sense, but his hand against my diaper banished all hope of understanding. It didn't matter anyway.

Thinking was for daddies.

(Pics got posted on my bluesky first! I've decided I'll post pics there and if a caption strikes me, I'll add it here!)

Kimmy! (@kimmy.starling.gay)

I'm Kimmy, author of Breaking the Girl and Making the Best of It, and part-time-semi-co-host-slash-villain of The Usual Bet Podcast. You've

[howaboutalittleeffort]

Gazing

“Alizabeth, please don’t do this.” Jamie’s wife had promised that he would be awarded with a long-overdue treat this weekend. His mind, of course, went immediately to the physical; it had been months… But now, as he lay on his back, legs spread, in a soaked Little King, looking up not only at his wife but also at his lifelong friend Becca, the long overdue treat did not appear to be that at all.

“I don’t usually make him stay in his night diapers this long in the morning; I know how yucky they can feel, but I was sure you would want to see how little Jamie starts his day.” Becca didn’t say anything but gave a slight nod, her eyes never leaving the sight of Jamie, who looked as though he would melt to nothing from something so secret being brought out into the open.

“Now, before I even start the change, I mark his potty chart.” Alizabeth walks to the far wall of the makeshift nursery and grabs the chart that showed his steady transformation into a diaper-dependent baby. “Hmm, let’s see, how did Jamie’s diapee fare?” As if it wasn’t obvious to anyone in the room that the diaper had been thoroughly soaked, but still she went through the usual poking and prodding, declaring, “... looks like someone has earned another raindrop sticker.” Becca’s eye finally looked from Jamie, registering the chart, noticing only the occasional sun sticker appearing amongst the sea of raindrops, before her gaze drifted back to her friend.

“Though, there does appear to be a little room left in it. Jamie, do you think you could fill this diaper up for Mommy? Alizabeth could not mean that she wanted him to mess himself; he couldn’t, he wouldn’t, but before he could raise any protest, she had pushed his legs together, working his knees to and from his chest, occasionally massaging his abdomen. He knew from prior experience that a messy diaper was all but guaranteed; the best he could hope for was Alizabeth allowing him the dignity of at least escaping Becca’s stare.

“Lizzy… please… please let me do this in priva.. ” The final word, cut off by the unmistakable sound of a messy release, followed by only the slightest whimper of defeat from Jamie, what else could he say or do anyway? He felt small and wanted, needed, a change. “Lizzy. I... I think I’m done.” He kept his view focused only on Alizabeth, looking at what he was sure was a look of disgust from Becca that would only lead to nothing but tears from himself.

“Done? What do you mean? There is still a little room left in there, and Mommy did promise you a treat." The horror that she fully intended for him to use his diaper fully was too much; his hands rushed to hide his face.

“Becca, did you know that Jamie loves making little stickies in his diaper? It has to be his favorite diaper time activity.” Maybe it was a burst of adrenaline that gave him the bravery that helped him not only peek through his fingers but even offer resistance. “I don’t like it! Mommy makes me do it!”

“Hush, there is no reason to fib just because you have a friend over. I used to catch him all the time mounting his stuffies, pretending he was some kind of big boy, and now he isn’t allowed to be unsupervised with any of them. Stuffie time was too much responsibility for little Jamie; now he only gets diaper rubs." Alizabeth began to gently push down on the front of his diaper, and even though he would not have freely told the two women, his excitement was immediately apparent to Mommy's touch.

“Well, I would swear I feel an excited thingy; that's weird for someone who was just yelling they don’t like making stickies.” As she began to gently rub his diaper, the world around him began to lose importance, and with that he, almost subconsciously, began to push into her hand, wanting just a little more pressure. He was so close.

“That’s right, Jamie, show Mommy and Becca what a big baby you are.” Hearing Becca’s name, Jamie was brought back to reality, halting his grinding of Mommy’s hand. The burning of Becca’s glare once again felt, but still he was unable to look at her; he squeezed his eyes shut. “Mommy, make Becca leave, please!” The pressure from Mommy’s hand relented, and though he did not open his eyes, he could feel the two of them staring, taking his current state in fully. Then unannounced, the pressure and rubbing returned with vigor. His resistance and dignity spent, he pushed hard into the hand, his back arching and legs going stiff, and with the moment of explosion within mere seconds of happening, he allowed himself the slightest of peeks of his gorgeous Mommy. Greeted by the sight of Becca having switched with Mommy, her hand delivering the treat. “Make stickies for Auntie Becca.”  

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How a Stiffy Earned Him Crinkles

It was a lazy afternoon, and Ethan sat on the floor of the living room, legs spread apart as he absentmindedly played with the colorful stacking rings his girlfriend, Mia, had given him. He was wearing nothing but his baby blue pull-ups and a t-shirt that barely reached his padded bottom. Mia lounged on the couch, watching her "little" boyfriend with an amused smile as she absentmindedly scrolled through her phone.

Ethan was supposed to be focused on playing like a good boy, but his eyes kept drifting toward Mia. She had just changed into a pair of tiny shorts and a fitted tank top, her bare legs curled beneath her as she stretched. His gaze lingered a little too long, and before he could stop it, his body reacted. He felt a stirring between his legs, his body reacting instinctively as his pull-up grew uncomfortably snug, the padding pressing back against his growig pee pee in a way that made his breath hitch

Mia noticed immediately. She tilted her head, her lips curling into a smirk as she set her phone down. “Oh my God,” she giggled, sitting up. “Ethan, are you getting excited in your little pull-ups?”

Ethan’s eyes widened in horror. He yanked a nearby plushie to cover himself, but Mia was already crawling over to him, eyes twinkling with mischief.

“I—I didn’t mean to!” he whined, his face burning red.

Mia placed a hand over her mouth, trying to stifle her laughter. “Oh, baby, this is just too good. You’re supposed to be my little toddler, and here you are with a stiffy like a naughty big boy.”

Ethan squirmed, gripping the plushie tighter. “It’s not my fault! Y-You changed in front of me.”

Mia gasped dramatically. “Oh, so it’s my fault now? I didn’t realize little boys in training pants still had those kinds of reactions.” She leaned closer, her fingers lightly tracing over the padded front of his pull-up. “I think someone’s proving they’re not ready for these at all.”

Ethan let out a mortified whimper. “Mia, please.”

She sat back, stretching leisurely. “Face it, baby boy. Pull-ups are for little ones who are learning, but you just proved you’re not ready for them.” She tapped her chin, feigning deep thought. “Maybe in a few years.”

Ethan’s stomach dropped. “No! I don’t—”

Mia was already up, heading toward the cabinet where she kept his supplies. A moment later, she returned with a thick, pastel-colored diaper in her hands, the crinkly plastic rustling with every movement. She spread out the changing mat on the floor and patted it invitingly. “Lie down, little guy. Let’s get you into something more appropriate.”

Ethan groaned, hiding his face behind his plushie. “Miaaa,” he whined, but he knew there was no way out.

“Come on, baby.” Her voice was sweet, teasing. “We both know you belong in thick, crinkly diapers.”

Slowly, he lowered himself onto the mat, his heart hammering in his chest as Mia knelt beside him. She made a show of tearing open the sides of his pull-up, giggling when his erection was still very obvious.

“Aww,” she cooed, smirking, “look at that little stiffy. Too bad babies don’t get to have those.”

Ethan whimpered, his entire body burning with embarrassment as she slid the thick diaper under him. The moment she pulled it snug around his waist and taped it securely in place, he knew she was never going to let him live this down.

Mia patted the front with a satisfied smile. “There we go. All thick and crinkly, just like a proper baby.” She leaned in, whispering playfully, “Guess we’ll have to keep you padded until you forget all about those naughty big-boy feelings.”

Ethan could only squirm and pout, knowing she meant every word.

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Learning to Love the Slave in the Mirror

"Tell me what you see, darling."

Y-you're fffucking me? I, ohh, I, oh, oh fuck, I….

"Try again, sweetie. Don't look at me, look at yourself. Look at the girl down on all fours in front of the mirror and tell me what you see."

I… I don't know, I, she… god, she looks so happy, so… lost?

"That's right, she's lost in pleasure. That big thick strap-on just keeps plowing her pretty cunt, filling her up again and again, and she can't think, can she?"

Nuhh… no, she can't think, she… I mean I… g-goddd, feels so fucking, fucking good, Mel….

"Don't think about names right now, pretty girl. Names are too heavy to hold in that sleepy, heavy head. Just keep looking at her eyes, tell me what she's feeling with every thrust."

I--she--I--um--

"She's such a needy little bitch, isn't she? There's nothing left of a person, is there, only a wet hole that wants to be filled, isn't that right?"

Uh, uh, uh, ffffuckkkk! Needy, she's so needy, puh, please, fuhh… f-faster, I--

"Ah ah ah! We're fucking that word right out of her, aren't we? There isn't an 'I' anymore, baby girl, only a horny little slut on the other side of the mirror who's stopped thinking so she can cum. She's so happy when her brain leaks out of her pussy and she gives up control to me, isn't that right?"

S-so happy. To give up….

"To give up control."

To give up control.

"Good girl."

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Persuading Samara's Cunt

"You must be Jen's friend Samara," Isabelle said, wandering in topless from the patio and fixing the petite blonde with a cool, appraising stare. "Has she tried to fuck you yet, or is she still too much of a coward? Because between you and me, if my sister hasn't shown any interest I'm more than willing to leave you flat on your fucking back with your legs in the air." Samara sat bolt upright, her bright blue eyes going wide with shock behind her chunky glasses, but she didn't really know how to react beyond a gasp of surprise and dismay. Jen's parents were out of the country, the servants at their country estate were so discreet as to be invisible, and Jen herself was in her room with a migraine. It left Samara feeling decidedly vulnerable.

And Isabelle was so tall, and so elegant, and so composed in the face of Samara's flusterment that it made Samara feel meek and tiny by comparison. "Oh, she hasn't even gotten you into girls yet, has she?" Isabelle chuckled, as though she was inscribing the state of the future into the air with each word. "Well, I'm certainly not going to wait around for her, not when your cunt is already telling me how bad it needs to be licked." She looked down at Samara's powder-blue bikini as though she could see right through it to the pubic mound it concealed. "You can hear it, can't you? It's talking to you with a quiet little throb, telling you to stop thinking and let me fuck it with my tongue."

Samara froze, going beet red in embarrassment, unable to stop herself from looking down at herself to see whatever it was Isabelle's gaze caught and held. "That's it, sweetie," the topless woman purred, her voice going sleek and seductive and intimately knowing in a way that made Samara feel incredibly weak. "Just listen for those tingles, getting louder and louder with each heartbeat as your cunt imagines me pulling off that swimsuit and rubbing your clit until you cum harder than you ever thought possible. Your cunt wants that, and you want to listen to your cunt, don't you Samara? Because it's so much stronger than you are. Because its desires matter more than yours."

Samara felt like she'd forgotten to blink, like her muscles remained frozen in helpless indecision. "Your cunt is getting wet, Samara," she growled lustily, stepping in closer and closer until the younger woman could feel the heat of their bodies intermingling. "You can't stop it, you can't fight it, and you know that once you give in and let it take over it's going to reward you with so much pleasure. Feel that pretty clitty starting to pound and throb like a second pulse, drowning out your thoughts until all you want to do is nod along in vacant agreement. Your cunt's in charge, Samara. It's telling you what you need to do and you can't resist it. Isn't that right?"

That first tiny nod felt like a shocking betrayal, as if Samara's head was conspiring with her body to take away control from her feeble and ineffectual mind. "That's a good girl," Isabelle cooed, putting one hand on Samara's wrist and the other directly over her pussy. "Don't think, just nod and agree with your cunt, and it's going to keep feeling better, I promise." Samara's head bobbed again, smoother and easier this time, and she felt a wave of intimate bliss wash over her as Isabelle began to rub. She helped Samara to her feet and guided her down the hallway to one of the bedrooms, not Isabelle's or Samara's but simply the closest one available, and she was absolutely right. She did leave Samara flat on her back with her legs in the air. And Samara's cunt loved every single second of it.

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[reallyseally]

test result came through and its 100% loveable baby puppy take care of it forever and spoil it with love disease

[reallyseally]

thee only cure is 8000 hours uninterrupted mama time which is where you get tto cuddle ur mama the whole time and be sooo fussy

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Moral Philosophy - part 2

A story about being behind glass walls, able to look, but never touch

I could never find any erotic stories that blended late capitalist economics, performance art, and spanking machines - so I wrote one. We should always create what we want to see in the world.

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Just Jill and the Light Now

Jill had to look away. She had to look away because every time she lost herself in the bands of light and shadow that streamed from the screen on the far wall, she lost another little piece of herself to its mesmerizing flow and never got it back. She had to look away because it took more and more willpower to snap out of the fog of obedience that claimed her thoughts each time her eyes went glassy and unfocused, and she honestly didn't know how much strength she had left to resist. She had to look away because she was already naked and kneeling, and she had an icy conviction that this was only the beginning of her conditioning.

But the screen was the only source of light in the room. It illuminated everything else in those same narrow striations of black and white, light and dark that kept tugging Jill's mind back into deep slumber, and even with her back turned Jill could see its shadowplay wherever she looked. The patterns played out across her alabaster skin, turning her own body into something hypnotic and captivating, and Jill had already lost herself in masturbation more than once daydreaming about another woman staring at her the same way she kept staring at the far wall. Masturbation made her mind weak and malleable, as she'd learned to her cost, but it was also the hardest part of her programming to resist and the part that felt best to surrender to.

Jill remembered believing at one point that the best course of action was not to look at anything at all. She recalled squeezing her eyes shut, curling up into a fetal position on the floor to block out the constantly swirling bands of light and keep what limited sense of self remained to her. But in the absence of sight, the pulsing drone that filled the room got inside her head with the insidious subtlety of water eroding a riverbank, crumbling her conviction and melting the tension in her body and mind into limp, lazy relaxation. Eventually she convinced herself the lights must have stopped. She came to believe it was safe to open her eyes again, just for a brief glance. She'd lost a lot of herself in the lights that time.

Not that time meant much to her anymore. There was nothing but darkness and mesmerizing lights, the locked door and the empty room, the ebb and flow of her consciousness as she struggled and failed to keep herself from drifting off into trance again and again. Jill could deduce there must be more to it than that, someone must be coming in to feed her and clean her and trim her hair and nails, but if it happened while she was lost in the patterns she wouldn't even notice. Everything conspired to create a sense of drifting sameness, a sense that she might have been here hours or she might have been here weeks, and she could measure the progress of events only by how far she'd descended into blank, rapturous obedience.

That was going to be how it ended, she knew. A final rewriting of her mental narrative, a last subtle shift in awareness, and she would forget the old Jill ever even existed. There would only be her slave self, new and perfect and eternal, and she would come to believe it was the self she'd always been. That fate was inevitable… but until then, Jill would try her best to look away.

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Daisy Looks Lil in the Eyes (A Little Too Long)

"See, Daisy? I told you there was nothing to worry about. It's just us girls back here, nobody can see over the fence, and you're going to tan so much more evenly this way. What was the big problem, huh?"

I, uhm, uh, it's--it's nothing. It's nothing.

"Now Daisy, don't be like that. Nobody ever says it's nothing when it's really nothing. Look me right in the eyes and be honest, you've got a problem, don't you?"

I… uhhhhmmm….

"Oh honey. You don't need to say it. A woman always knows. You're horny, aren't you? You didn't want us getting naked in the backyard because you knew you wouldn't be able to stop yourself from masturbating once you saw my naked body."

N-nuhh, n-nuhh uh, I… um… Lil, my head feels all… fuzzy?

"It feels fuzzy because you're getting too horny to think, Daisy. Just look me in the eyes and try to tell me you don't want to rub that pretty little pussy of yours right now."

I… I d-don't, I… fffuccckk, what's h-happening?

"What's happening is that your cunt is making the decisions now, Daisy. Your cunt wants you to play with it. And good girls always listen to their cunts. That's why you went along with me when I convinced you to do this in the first place, because your cunt is stronger than you are and smarter than you are and it wants to take control. And don't you want whatever your cunt wants, Daisy?"

W-want wuhh, whatever… um… wait, Lil, I… I want whatever my… um?

"It's so cute that you think you're not going to finish that sentence, sweetie. It's the only thought left in your head, isn't it? It makes you so wet to repeat it inside your mind, doesn't it? Just give in and rub and let the words come out."

I want what… whatever my cunt wants….

"That's it. Good girl. Again."

I want whatever my cunt wants. I want whatever my cunt wants. I want whatever my cunt wants. I want….

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