The living room glowed with soft morning sunlight filtering through the curtains.
She sat cross-legged on the fluffy rug right in front of the television, wearing her favorite Sesame Street pajamas. The long-sleeve shirt had a big smiling Elmo on the front, and the cozy bottoms were covered in the colourful characters.
The soft fabric was comfy and babyish, and the pj bottoms did nothing to hide the obvious padded bulk of her diaper underneath.
Her eyes were wide and sparkling as she watched Sesame Street. Big Bird was teaching Elmo and Abby Cadabby how to share toys in the most cheerful way possible. The bright colors and happy music filled the room.
She suckled steadily on her warm morning baba, the sweet milk tasting so comforting as she rocked gently side to side. The bottle was almost empty.
Every now and then she let out a tiny, contented hum around the nipple, completely lost in the bright puppets and silly songs.
Elmoâs so silly today, and Big Birdâs feathers look extra fluffy. Everything feels so nice and warm and safe⊠she thought dreamily.
In the background, Daddy hummed while washing dishes after breakfast. The clink of plates and running water mixed softly with the cartoon music.
She barely noticed. She was too busy finishing her baba, too happy sitting right here in her favourite little spot with her blankie draped over her lap.
With one last big suckle, the bottle emptied. She set it down carefully beside her and popped her paci into her mouth instead, clutching her blankie tighter against her chest. The soft fabric brushed her cheek as she bounced lightly to the next song, eyes never leaving the screen.
A funny, warm pressure started growing in her tummy.
She shifted a little, but her eyes never left the screen.
Elmo was laughing now, and Abby was flying around with sparkles. It made her giggle behind her paci.
But that familiar pressure only stayed there in her tummy, threatening to interrupt her Sunday morning cartoons.
Nooo⊠not now, she thought, cheeks already tingling with a faint blush. I donât wanna stop watchingâŠI can just stay right here.
She ignored it, bouncing gently on her knees as Elmo and Abby sang. The pressure grew stronger, but she was too deep in her floaty headspace to care.
A tiny toot slipped out. Then another. She barely noticed, content in her carefree bubble.
Daddy walked in from the kitchen, drying his hands on a dish towel. He slipped on his glasses, sat down on the couch with his tablet, and smiled softly when he saw his baby girl.
Just the sight of her paci bobbing steadily, blankie clutched tight, and being completely mesmerised by the bright noisy characters made his heart melt.
âIs your tummy all full now from breakfast and your baba, princess?â he asked warmly, his voice full of gentle affection.
âUh huh, DadaâŠâ she mumbled around her paci, eyes still glued to the screen, not even turning her head.
Daddy opened his tablet and started reading the morning news, but he kept glancing over at her with that knowing little smile.
He already knew exactly what was coming. His baby always made her morning stinkies after breakfast.
It was her bodyâs sweet, predictable routine, and he loved every part of taking care of it.
She kept bouncing happily on her knees as the characters sang even louder and more joyfully. The pressure in her tummy grew stronger and more urgent, but it still felt distant and unimportant, like background noise in her perfect little headspace.
Another toot escaped and this one was louder but surprisingly she didnât even register it.
Then, without any conscious thought, her body took over completely.
She subconsciously shifted forward onto her knees in that classic toddler pose, bottom slightly raised, back arched just a little, legs spread for balance.
She didnât even realise she was doing it.
Her eyes stayed locked on the bright, colourful screen as Elmo and his friends started a lively new dance song about friendship.
She suckled harder on her paci, clutched her blankie a little tighter against her chest, and pushed ever so slightly.
A warm, mushy fullness slowly began to fill the back of her diaper. The soft, heavy load came out with almost no effort at all, it was warm and thick and smooth, spreading gently and steadily against her skin in that unmistakable squishy way.
It kept coming, filling the seat of her diaper more and more until the padding felt noticeably heavier and warmer, the mess pressing softly in all the squishiest, most intimate places.
Her tummy finally felt so much lighter and better, but her diaper felt so much fuller now, the warm mush cradling her in a way that was both embarrassing and strangely comforting.
Still facing the TV and deep in her happy little world, she relaxed completely and sat back down cross-legged without thinking. The mess squished noticeably underneath her, warm and mushy, spreading even more as she settled into her soaked nightime diaper.
She let out a tiny, contented sigh around her paci and kept watching, completely unbothered, her eyes sparkling with delight as Elmo and friends danced across the screen.
Feels better now, she thought feeling relieved and still in a daze.
Daddy watched the whole thing unfold from the couch. He saw the bouncing, heard the little toots, and noticed the exact moment she filled her diaper. He cringed slightly at the thought of the cleanup, but his smile stayed soft and loving. His baby looked so peaceful sitting there in her messy diaper, completely lost in her cartoons, paci bobbing happily.
He set his tablet down and approached quietly, crouching down behind her.
âHey baby girl,â he said casually. âDo you smell something funny?â
She didnât answer, still staring at the screen.
He tried again, gently tugging the back of her Sesame Street pj bottoms. âPrincess, I asked if you can smell anything funny⊠because I certainly can.â
She finally turned around, paci still in her mouth, and gave him a sweet, innocent smile. âI can smell something funny, Dada. Did you toot?â
Daddyâs eyebrows rose in amusement as he let out a low chuckle and shook his head in disbelief. âNo little one, that wasnât meâ.
Deciding not to humour her today and risk his princess getting a diaper rash, he wasted no time revealing exactly where the funny smell was coming from.
He gently lifted her to her feet and spun her around, pulling back the waistband of her pj bottoms and diaper to check the mess.
âOh honey,â he said, voice warm with loving tease. âThatâs one very messy didi. You sure did make a big stinky for Daddy, didnât you? Look at all that mushy surprise you left for me in your cute little Sesame Street pants.â
She froze. The realisation hit her like a tidal wave. The warm mush, the heavy weight, the fact that she had just happily sat in it while watching cartoons.
Her cheeks burned bright red. She covered her face with both hands, mortified, squirming in place as the mess shifted again.
Daddy gently pulled her hands away and looked her right in the eyes, determined to make her cheeks turn that pretty shade of pink.
âBaby girl, when Daddy asks you a question, I expect an answer. Now⊠are you Dadaâs little stinker? Hmm?â
She squirmed harder, too embarrassed to meet his gaze. Her voice came out tiny and shy.
âY-yesâŠâ
Daddy chuckled softly and tilted her chin up.
âYes what, princess?â
She pouted, cheeks flaming hotter than ever.
âYes⊠Iâm Dadaâs little stinker.â
âThatâs right,â he praised warmly, pulling her into a big hug and rocking her gently. âYouâre Dadaâs sweet little stinker who made a big messy stinky in her diaper. Iâm so proud of you for telling me like a good girl.â
She hid her burning face in his chest, but a tiny, shy smile appeared anyway. Daddyâs praise always made the embarrassment feel a little warmer, even as the heavy, squishy mess reminded her exactly what sheâd done.
He scooped her up effortlessly into his arms, cooing softly as he carried her upstairs. âNow that youâve told Daddy about your dirty diaper like a good girl, how about we go get that messy butt all clean and into a fresh diapie, princess?â
She wrapped her arms around his neck and nodded, still blushing furiously as he carried her, fussing over her with gentle kisses and whispers the whole way.
Perhaps you said something about this on here and I missed it, but did you take down your audios from YouTube?
I havenât said anything so I guess I will now! I rage-privated all of my videos because Iâve been receiving more negativity than I would like to deal with at the moment. I feel like people are expecting way too much for something that I post for free. Iâm either being accused of being/using AI or someone is complaining about something about the audio. I donât make money from YouTube so when I post on there itâs to experiment and have fun and people are taking the fun out of it. If I was receiving constructive feedback it wouldnât be an issue but it seems like people just want to complain. At this point Iâm not sure if/when Iâll un-private the videos or make new videos but I will post here if I do.
Obviously this is not directed at you personally! I apologize to everyone who enjoyed my youtube audios - they are still available on WarpMyMind if you would like to download them for free.
You know itâs a shame that these days people are so quick to criticize peopleâs work. I love this creator and I had no idea that you were both of these people haha. Huge fan of your work and I have to say donât let the haters get to you. Youâve made it through every single worst day of your life so far and here you are still knocking it out of the park. If you need to private that stuff and take a break I respect it. That goes for anyone if you need to step away then step away.
[ABDL. M/f, F/m. Role reversal. Early relationship romance, lil bit of spice.]
The day had been a dreary blur of rain and office work for Emily. She stepped into her quiet apartment, eager to shed the dampness of the outside world. Her mind buzzed with thoughts of time better spent, yearnings for familiar outlets, itches needing scratched. As she kicked off her soggy shoes, she breathed out, long and slow. She missed Brynn.
She had a date tonight. One she half-heartedly scheduled after months of crappy app conversations. It would be something, which at this point was better than nothing. As she looked in the mirror, the rain had left her spirits as damp as her hair.
Emily had been spoiled by Brynn. Which was ironic enough, because Emily liked to do the spoiling. She craved the comfort of a partner who needed her care. Just the thought of Brynn's soaked bottom sent a shiver of goosebumps up her arms. Tonight was for sure a mistake, but she just couldnât wait any longer. Actually getting what she wanted that was proving impossible. Girls like Brynn were in short supply, the rare little amongst a sea of self-proclaimed doms and daddies without a clue. She had tried to hold on to her tight. Perhaps too tight.
Her phone chimed with a text from her date, a simple "Can't wait to see you tonight!" She took a deep breath and typed back a cheerful response, trying to push her true feelings aside. Sam was one of those daddy types, the dozens of which she had sifted through in her matches. He was cute, that couldn't be denied, but he had a baby face, incongruous with the daddy role he wanted to play. That was why she had chosen him. She would show him, slowly but surely, that he was the one destined for diapers.
Emily took a hot shower, the steam wrapping around her like a warm embrace, and she let her mind drift to the sweet, secret fantasies she had been harboring for so long. Her heart raced at the thought of the transformation she had planned for Sam. It was a long, uncertain game she was about to play, but she had convinced herself she was up to it.
With a towel wrapped around her body, she stepped into her bedroom and surveyed the collection of diapers and baby clothes that had once been for Brynn. She had kept them, a silent reminder of the love she had lost and the life she had hoped to build. Now, they would serve a different purpose. A twist of nerves bubbled in her stomach she laid out a fresh diaper on the bed. It was time to start anew.
Emily had always been the one in charge, the caregiver. But tonight, she would be the one in need. She diapered herself with practiced ease, feeling the soft fabric embrace her body. It was strange, being on the receiving end of something she had done so often for Brynn. Her heart fluttered as she sprinkled on way too much baby powder, rubbing the excess into her tummy and chest. It was one of her favorite things to do with Brynn, and she loved the way her baby smelled sweet all day.
Selecting an outfit for the evening was a deliberate dance. She chose a demure green dress with a lace top that stopped just above her knees, cinched at the waist to show off her figure. The material clung to her curves, but didn't betray her diapered hips and bottom. She could flash those when the time was right.
Emily applied a light face of makeup. She brushed her hair until it shone, letting it cascade over her shoulders in soft waves. In place of perfume, the smell of baby powder lingered on her skin, as much for her as for Sam. Completing the outfit, she slipped into a pair of brown sandals and walked out the door, car keys in hand.
The rain had stopped, and the air was fresh and clean, carrying the scent of wet earth. The city lights reflected off the slick sidewalks, painting the world in a warm glow. It was a beautiful night. She decided to make the best of it.
They had agreed to meet at a small mom & pop Italian place. Sam was already waiting, a modest bouquet of wildflowers in hand. His eyes lit up when he saw her, and Emily felt a pang of guilt. She knew what she was about to do was manipulative, but she couldnât stop now.
"Sam?" she asked. He didn't quite look like his pictures, his face shaped and shaded by a few days' growth of facial hair.
He nodded eagerly, taking a step closer and offering the bouquet. "Hi Emily, these are for you," he said with a hopeful smile.
"They're beautiful," she replied, eagerly taking the flowers and holding them to her nose. The scent was faint but delightful. She leaned in and gave him a quick peck on the cheek, feeling the warmth of his skin. "Thank you, they smell delightful," she whispered.
"I can't help but notice you're wearing a lovely scent yourself," Sam said, his eyes scanning her.
"Just a little something," she replied.
They entered the restaurant, and the warmth of the interior was a welcome change from the cool evening. The hostess led them to a cozy booth, the red-checkered tablecloth reminiscent of childhood picnics. Whatever misery she had been feeling after getting home from work was quickly whisked away by the aroma of garlic and tomato sauce in the air, mingling with the comforting scent of fresh-baked bread.
Throughout dinner, she played the shy, slightly clumsy role to perfection. She dropped her napkin, spilled a little wine, giving Sam the chance to test the waters with coded comments like, "Oops, maybe you're not old enough for wine after all..."
Emily's heart raced every time he took the bait, her cheeks flushing with a blend of feigned embarrassment and genuine excitement. She giggled and squirmed in her seat, the plastic of the diaper crinkling softly with every movement. It was a sound that sent a thrill through her, a sound she hadnât heard in a very long time, even if it was coming from under her dress.
As dinner progressed, Samâs behavior grew increasingly more patronizing. He cut her steak into small, bite-sized pieces, wiped the corner of her mouth with a napkin, and even offered her sips of his water when she had a cough. It all only served to remind her of Brynn's sweet submission, and how much she missed it. The more Sam tried to take on the role of her caretaker, the more uncomfortable she became. But she pushed through the ick, giggled and cooed as Sam spoke to her in a condescending tone, calling her "sweetie" and "my little one." She pretended to love every moment of it, while inwardly cringing at his attempts to be dominant. The whole time, she kept her own thoughts in check, reminding herself of her end goal: when little Sammie would be her very own diapered toddler.
As he signed the check and folded the holder closed, Sam finally asked, "Is my little Emily protected tonight?" He flashed a knowing smile, eyeing her suspiciously.
Emily felt the dry heave in her throat but fought it off with a giggle, blushing harder than the wine stain on her napkin. "What do you mean?"
Sam leaned in, his voice dropping to a patronizing whisper. "I know we talked about it a little bit. Did you put on a special surprise for me?" His eyes twinkled with excitement, mistaking her nervousness for shyness.
Emily took a deep breath and forced a coy smile. "Maybe I did," she murmured, batting her eyelashes.
Sam's reached over and patted her thigh, his hand lingering a bit too long. "Good girl," he said, his voice thick with a patronizing affection. She felt a twinge of regret for choosing him, but she pushed it aside. "I hope you haven't been holding it," he added, a hint of a challenge in his voice. "Little ones like you can get hurt if they hold it too long."
Emily's stomach tightened, but she kept her smile plastered on, nodding eagerly. She had been dreading this moment. So much of her behavior tonight had been noncommittal, could be hand-waved away. She could leave right now with her dignity intact. A wet diaper, on the other hand, that was evidence.
Of course she had been holding it. It was all her body knew how to do, after all. Her body simply did not know to pee in her pants. But if she was going to see this through, it was something she'd have to do, and soon...
Sam insisted she take his hand as they left the restaurant. The diaper felt thick between her legs as they strolled through the city, the night air cool against her skin. She had to admit, it was a thrilling kind of weirdness to be doing all this in public, even if it was just between the two of them.
Emily giggled and leaned into Sam, playing up her little act. Letting her hand go, she let him lead her, his arm around her waist, his hand occasionally dropping below her waist and patting her bottom. Under the cover of the evening dusk she felt his fingers dive beneath the hem of her dress and linger on the plastic of the diaper. She had to bite her tongue to keep from scolding him. She knew this was what he liked, and when she was in his shoes she'd have a handful of his diapered bottom at all times.
"Someone is still dry," Sam whispered in her ear as they came to a stop in front of a park bench. He sounded disappointed.
Emily felt her face go hot with a mix of embarrassment and annoyance. "I'm sorry," she murmured, trying to keep the edge out of her voice. "It's kind of hard to go. I'll try really hard, okay?"
Sam's smile grew more smug, his hand giving her diapered bottom a firm pat. "That's my good girl," he said, before gesturing to a nearby bench. "Why don't we stop here until you go? It'll be our little secret."
Emily motioned to sit down, but he stopped her, with a wag of his finger. "Ah, ah," he chastised, sitting down himself before patting his lap. "You sit here, little one."
Her stomach dropped as she obeyed, her heart racing at the thought of what was to come. She sat gingerly on his lap, felt the heat of his thighs against her own, and she could feel his excitement growing as he held her closer.
Sam leaned in, whispering sweet nothings into her ear, his breath hot against her neck. She closed her eyes, trying to focus on the task at hand. This was just a means to an end, she told herself, as his hand slid over her diaper again, pressing down slightly.
Peeing in her diaper was a strange feeling, one she hadnât expected to be so difficult. It had seemed so natural for Brynn, who could barely be trusted out of diapers. But for Emily, it was an act of rebellion against her own dignity, a step into the uncharted waters of her own fetish. She took a deep breath, pushed, failed, pushed, breathed out, and finally willed herself to let go, feeling the warmth spread through the padding beneath her. Samâs hand remained firmly on her diaper, his voice cooing sweet nothings that made her cringe. But that feeling was quickly replaced by another, this one much stronger, as she felt his thumb firmly tracing circles into the warm, wet padding around her crotch.
Emilyâs cheeks burned with a mix of shame and arousal as she sat on his lap, wetting her diaper, her nipples stiffening in spite of herself, a quiet moan betraying her. She had never felt so exposed. She was playing a dangerous game, and suddenly she wasnât sure if she was going to win. Samâs hand remained on her diaper, his thumb rubbing in slow, lazy circles. She knew he was enjoying her submission, the way she squirmed and whimpered. It was what he wanted, what he had been waiting for all night, but as much as Emily thought she wanted to pull away, it felt like maybe she wanted this too.
As they sat on the bench, Samâs hand grew more insistent, his voice low and soothing as he whispered baby talk into her ear. The world around them faded away, and all that was left was the sound of her own breathing, the crinkle of the diaper beneath her, and the feel of his hand on her. She could feel herself getting wetter, her body betraying her mind. She had always been in charge, the caretaker. How pathetic was she now, stifling a moan in her pissed pampers?
Samâs other hand reached up and tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear. âLook at you, all wet for Daddy,â he murmured, his thumb brushing against her cheek. Her skin crawled, but she forced a giggle, leaned into his embrace, her pulse racing. She had to admit, the feeling of his hand on her diaper was doing things to her she hadnât anticipated. Her body was responding in ways that both disgusted and excited her, and as she found her hips bucking in rhythm to Sam's ministrations, she feared she might not be as in control as she thought.
As if on cue, he stopped. "I think that's enough for now," Sam announced, shifting her off his lap.
Emily felt her body protest as the thumb circles stopped. She didn't dare look up at Sam, afraid her face would give away the conflicting emotions swirling inside her. Instead, she nodded meekly, playing her part to perfection. She stood, her legs wobbly, her cheeks smoldering, and lowered her head. "Thank you," she murmured.
"Um," he began, his voice dropping out of the put-on 'daddy' voice he'd adopted during their date, "Would you like to continue this back at my place?"
Emily's heart hammered in her chest. Yes. So badly. "Actually, I think I'll just go home," she said, her voice small. "I'm feeling a bit overwhelmed." It wasn't a lie.
Sam's smile faltered for a moment, but he quickly recovered. "A-am I doing okay?" he asked.
Emily forced a smile, her heart racing. "You're doing great, Sam. It's just..." she took a deep breath, trying to find the right words. "It's a lot, you know?" Another not-lie.
Sam's expression softened, his eyes searching hers for any sign of distress. "You're okay?"
Emily nodded. "Yeah, promise."
Sam looked at her with a mix of disappointment and concern. "Okay, Em," he said gently. "I'll walk you back to your car."
Emily nodded gratefully, taking his offered arm. The sound of the distant traffic and the rustle of leaves were a stark contrast to the intimate bubble they had been in. Her heart felt heavy, a confusing mix of relief and regret. She had played her role too well, hadn't counted on her own body betraying her. The warmth of his arm around her felt safe, but she knew she needed to break away before she lost herself within his care.
When they reached her car, she leaned into him. "Thank you for understanding," she whispered.
Sam nodded, kissing her forehead. "I just want you to be happy, Em."
Emily felt a pang of guilt, looked up into his eyes. He was cute. Sweet. He'd make the perfect baby one day. "Thank you," she murmured, sliding into her car. "I'll text you tomorrow?"
Sam nodded, his eyes a little sad. "Okay, little one. Drive safe."
Emily managed a small smile before she started the engine. She pulled away, watching him in the rearview mirror as he waved goodbye. She felt a strange sense of relief mixed with a hint of disappointment. She had enjoyed the evening more than she thought she might. In a way, though, it just reminded her of Brynn. Is this how Brynn felt in a wet diaper? Did she look up at Emily and see those hungry eyes she saw in Sam? How did Emily's hands feel, caressing her princess parts in slow circles through her diapers?
Slinking out of her dress and crawling into bed in just her wet diaper, Emily could barely keep her hands to herself. Her heart raced as she felt the sticky warmth between her legs, the outer plastic shell of her diaper crinkling with every move she made. Closing her eyes, she imagined herself plunging fingers into Brynn's warmth, the way she used to. But it was Sam's voice she heard whispering sweet nothings, his thumb making those circles she hadn't been able to resist.
The next morning, Emily woke up to the sun peeking through her curtains. She lay in bed, the cool dampness of her diaper clinging to her. "Blegh," she muttered as she shimmied it off her hips and kicked it to the floor.
After a quick clean-up, she made herself breakfast, her mind racing with thoughts of Sam and her plan. Despite the awkwardness of the evening, she couldn't deny the excitement that had built up in her. The thrill of the chase was intoxicating. One day his cute hiney would be in diapers. And she would squeeze it.
Emily decided to start small, sending him a text message. "Thank you for a wonderful night," she typed with a smile, adding a heart emoji for good measure.
Sam's response was quick. "You're welcome, my little angel. Did you sleep well?"
Barf. Emily bit her lip, contemplating her next move. "I did... It was the first night I've ever spent in diapers." Another truth.
Sam's response was immediate, his excitement palpable through the screen. "Really? Did you like it?"
Emily took a sip of her coffee, the sweetness of the cream and sugar doing little to soothe the bitter taste in her mouth. "It was... interesting," she replied, playing it safe.
"Would you like to try it again tonight?" Sam asked, his excitement clear. "We can watch a movie, snuggle up, and I'll keep you nice and dry."
Emily felt a flicker of doubt, but she pushed it aside. "Okay," she texted back with a smile. "You come to my place? I've got... supplies." She added a winky emoji and hated it immediately.
Sam's response was a series of happy emojis. "Can't wait to see what you've got in store for us!"
Emily felt a twinge of sadistic glee. If only he knew.
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After a shower, Emily appraised the different diapers and baby outfits she had spread across her bed. She frowned, picturing herself wearing each outfit. They had been so perfect for Brynn. She was so adorable and innocent. But on Emily, these stupid baby outfits were party store costumes.
Her phone buzzed with a notification, pulling her out of her thoughts. It was Sam, eagerly confirming their plans. She had to admit, his excitement was infectious.
"See you at 7," she typed back, her pulse quickening before returning her attention to the outfits before her. Pinching the fabric of a fuzzy onesie between her fingers, she wondered for a moment if she should answer the door all dressed up, or if she should start 'big' and let the night progress from there. What was more babyish? Enthusiastically diapering yourself for a guy, or allowing him to diaper and regress you?
"Pick your poison," she muttered to herself, unfolding a fresh diaper. It was better to keep as much control as she could. She was wearing a diaper on her terms. Right?
Emily settled on a pair of white ribbed cotton pajamas with a subtle teddy bear pattern. They weren't necessary babyish, but they would be comfortable for movie night. And she knew Sam would like them anyway, because these were the same pajamas she loved to dress Brynn in. The sheer pajama bottoms hugged and accentuated the bulky diaper underneath. Nothing was left nothing to the imagination. Brynn was always so embarrassed and squirmy when Emily pointed out the diaper's decorations through the fabric. She was especially embarrassed when Emily traced the blue wetness indicator. Emily caught herself daydreaming before finally getting dressed.
Looking in the mirror, she grimaced. "I look ridiculous."
Saved, or maybe screwed by the ringing doorbell, she took one last glance in the mirror, adjusted her pajama bottoms, and headed to the door.
Sam's eyes widened when she answered the door, the excitement clear on his face. "Wow, Em," he said, stepping inside, "You really went all out."
"I hope you don't mind that I dressed comfortably," Emily said, too shy to look him in the eyes, retreating back into her apartment before any neighbors saw.
She turned around to lead Sam to the living room, where she had set up the couch with a mountain of blankets and pillows, a perfect spot for their cuddle session, but before she could take two steps she felt a finger hook into the waistband of her pajamas, stopping her in her tracks.
Sam's eyes had never left her, his gaze lingering on the visible bulge of her diaper. "You look seriously adorable," he said, his voice thick with anticipation.
In spite of herself, Emily smiled, feeling her cheeks color. It was strange to hear him say she looked adorable when she felt anything but. She gave him a peck on the cheek before dragging him by the hand to the couch, patting the cushion. "Come sit," she urged, her voice sweet and coaxing. "It's Fantasia. It's smart adult classical music junk for you, but still Disney for me. Sound good?"
Sam eagerly took a seat, his hand immediately reaching for her diapered bottom. "That's very grown-up of you, Em. And we don't want that at all," he said, his tone gently chastising. "We'll need to nip that behavior in the... butt!"
He swatted her bottom. It was playful, but a little firm. Emily was shocked at first, but recovered quickly. "Meanie!" she shouted, whopping him with a small throw pillow.
"That's better," he chuckled, rubbing in his hand through the thick padding around her bottom, his fingers travelling wherever they liked. It was strange, having him be so overt about it. With Brynn, it had been a gentle dance, a shared secret that grew into something beautiful. This was nice in its own way, upfront, unashamed. It felt good to be desired.
Emily leaned into him, playing her part with surprising ease. She had never been one for physical contact outside of her caregiver role, but she found that she didn't hate it. His hand grew more insistent, his fingers dipping under the waistband of her pajamas to feel the plastic beneath. She allowed it, her breath hitching slightly.
They watched the movie, Sam's hand never leaving her diaper. Emily felt a strange sense of comfort, his warm touch a balm to the ache she'd been carrying for months. Her mind wandered, thoughts of Brynn slipping away as she focused on the here and now. She had to admit, she liked the way Sam looked at her, the way he treated her like a delicate, precious little thing that he could devour at any moment. She would be sure to return the favor.
During 'The Sorcerer's Apprentice,' Emily found Sam's fingers snaking inside the legband of her diaper. She pretended not to notice, not to hear his patient sigh. "Em," he whispered, doesn't all this water make you feel like using the potty?"
Emily watched the brooms on screen dumping endless buckets of water and swallowed a laugh, turning to look at him with feigned innocence. "I'm sorry..." she said quietly, nuzzling her face into his shoulder. "It's just hard for me to let go." Another not-lie.
Sam nodded, his hand moving to her shoulder, giving her a comforting squeeze. "It's okay, baby. We'll take care of that pesky potty training soon enough."
Emily wanted to roll her eyes, but instead closed them, focused on the task at hand, tried to loosen the iron grip her pelvic floor had on her bladder. This was the part she'd have to play, just for a little while. Get vulnerable so he'd drop his guard. She took a deep breath, willing her body to cooperate...
"Sam!" she finally squeaked, her voice pitched up, arch.
Sam's eyes lit up, his hand immediately going to her crotch. "What's the matter, sweetie?"
"I'm... peeing..." she admitted with some effort, her cheeks burning.
Sam's expression shifted to one of pure excitement. "Good girl," he said, his voice low and filled with approval, his hand slowly working itself up and down the warm padding, pressing it gently back up against her.
Emily felt her body betray her once again, responding to his touch, to the wetness of warm urine spreading under his hand, to the feeling of her wet diaper pushed back up against her, rubbing her in all the right places, her cheeks burning with a mix of embarrassment and growing arousal that she tried to stuff back down where it came from.
"I'll change you once the movie's finished, okay?" Sam whispered into her ear, his breath hot against her skin. Emily nodded, her eyes glued to the screen, trying to dissociate. That's some other embarrassment of a girl on the couch, dressed like a baby, pissing in her pampers. Not her. The sound of orchestral crescendos filled the room, covered the sound of her crinkling diaper as Sam fondled her through it, and Emily bit down on her lip trying to fight back the inevitable. All it took to send her over the edge was his other hand brushing her stiffened nipples through her pajama top and kissing the crown of her head.
Emily felt the climax first as a tightening in her belly, the hear of her own arousal spreading outward, making her squirm and whine. "Fffff-fuck!" she whispered out through her teeth. Coming in her diapers was not part of the plan, but instead of stopping, she was helpless but to lean into it, bucking her hips into his hand.
Sam chuckled, his hand slowing its stroking to gentle pats. "What big feelings for such a little girl!" he murmured, kissing her on the head once, twice, three times more, softly kneading her breasts as Emily limply basked in the afterglow.
Her mind reeled. That wasnât supposed to happen. She had never been into this kind of thing, but here she was, panting in a puddle of her own making. It was like her body had a mind of its own, a treacherous little minion eager to betray her. As if on cue, another trickle of urine escaped into her diaper.
Sam's hand stilled on her chest, his thumb tracing the outline of her nipple through the fabric. "This is a little backwards, Em, but... can I kiss you?"
Emily's cheeks flushed, but she nodded, leaning into his gently parted lips. The kiss was gentle and sweet, a stark contrast to the depraved situation she found herself in, even as she felt his tongue snake its way between her lips. When he pulled away, his eyes searched hers for any sign of regret. She offered a shaky smile. "Thank you," she murmured.
Sam couldn't help but laugh, "'Thank you' is a new one."
Emily felt a strange warmth in her chest, his laughter infectious. "Well, you're taking such good care of me."
Sam's eyes lit up at the praise. "It's what I'm here for, Em," he said, leaning in to kiss her forehead. He looked up at the glowing television as the credits rolled. "Would you like a change? I bet that diaper is positively icky."
Emily felt her face burn again, but nodded, standing up unsteadily. She could feel the warm weight of her diaper clinging to her thighs, the padding at her crotch clumping up and falling out of place. It was not meant to hold up against what it had just experienced.
She led Sam to her bedroom, where she had laid out a changing pad, wipes, baby powder, and an array of diapers. She lay down on the pad, her heart racing as Sam hovered over her, his excitement palpable.
He looked around the room, taking stock. "Nice setup," he mused. "Lots of amenities for a little girl who says she has a hard time using her diapers..." He shot her a glance, his eyes sparkling mischievously.
Emily's stomach tightened as she watched him approach, his hand reaching for the waistband of her pajamas, tugging them down to her ankles, revealing a swollen white diaper covered in alphabet blocks. This was it. He was about to see the inside of her rather well-used diaper. Another rung down the ladder she'd fall. What an embarrassing excuse for a woman she must look like right now.
"Let's get you clean," Sam said, his voice gentle and soothing. He untaped the diaper with surprising care, and she felt the cool air kiss her skin as she lay bare before him. She couldnât help but feel exposed, vulnerable, and utterly humiliated as the smell of her own urine hit her nose. She cringed internally, but Sam didnât flinch, he just took her hand and whispered sweet nothings, his eyes never leaving hers as he began to wipe her down with the other. The sensation was strange, both intimate and degrading. She tried to remember the times she'd done this with Brynn, but the shock of the cold wipe made it hard to concentrate. For a couple reasons.
Emily felt her resolve wavering all over again. This little shit she was indulging in was all just an act, right? Just a way to get what she wanted in the end. But the gentle way he touched her, the way he talked to her, it was... nice. Too nice. She was going to the dark side, and needed to put her foot down before she went feral. A feral little diaper baby.
Sam's eyes grew serious as he pulled the diaper away from her, revealing her... well, everything. He paused, looking at her, really looking at her. "You know, Em," he said, his voice low and sincere, "You're the first girl who's ever done this with me... I've been really worried that I'd fuck it up."
Emily's heart twisted in her chest. "I couldn't ask for a better guy," she assured him, her voice softer than she had intended.
"Am... am I doing everything that you want?" he asked, his eyes searching hers for approval.
Emily nodded, the cloying irony washing over her. Yes, Sam, you're doing everything that I want to do to you.
"I like it more than I expected," she said. Yet another not-lie.
Sam's smile was pure sunshine. "Good," he said, his thumb tracing the curve of her hip bone. "I want to make you happy."
Emily felt a strange mix of emotionsâexcitement, guilt, and something that felt suspiciously like affection. "Sam, can you tell me more about why you like this?" she asked, genuinely curious.
Sam looked thoughtful as he picked out a new diaper from the stash, a candy-themed one. "It's hard to explain," he said, his cheeks flushing.
"Well, what's your favorite part?" Emily urged, her voice gentle.
Sam took a deep breath, his eyes focused on the diaper in his hands. "I don't want to sound selfish," he said finally. "It's the diapers."
Emily's eyes widened slightly, her heart skipping a beat. This was her in! Her opening to make the switch! "Why?" she asked, playing innocent.
Sam shrugged, his cheeks reddening further. "It's probably the same reasons you like them, right?"
Fat chance.
"I don't know," she said coyly, wiggling her naked bottom on the changing mat. "You'll have to tell me."
Sam smirked, sliding the fresh diaper under her bottom. "I like how they look, how thick they are," he began, sprinkling baby powder from her navel to her bottom, casually massaging it in. His gentle touch made her squirm. "I especially like how they look on the bottoms of cute little girls like you. The telltale bulky behind of a girl who can't make it to the potty. You can tell because they have a uni-butt!"
"Excuse me?" Emily laughed.
"So like, every butt has a crack, right?" Sam asked.
"A very scientific observation, Mr. Scientist."
"But diapers don't have a crack. So diapergirls have the most obvious diaper butts. It's a uni-butt!" Sam looked proud of himself.
Emily thought for a moment, opening up her mental filing cabinet, flicking open the Brynn folder to the 'hiney' section. "...Oh my god, you're actually right."
"Of course I'm right," he chuckled, lifting up the front of the diaper between her legs, pressing it against her tummy to hold it in place. "And I like how they feel," he continued, his voice dropping an octave as his hands glided over the diaper's smooth plastic shell. "They bunch up between your legs, force your hips apart, crinkle just loud enough... There's no way you're pretending they're regular underwear."
Emily silently nodded, enjoying the pampering as much as she was enjoying reminiscing on Brynn's uni-butt.
"And I like that you can't just slide them on and off." He continued, taping the diaper into place, snugly securing the four adhesive tapes. "You're in these until I let you out."
Emily felt a thrill at his words, "Oh, is that so?" she challenged, a grin on her face.
Sam chuckled, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "You bet it is," he said, patting the front of her diaper, forcing out little clouds of powder. "You can take it off if you want, but naked hineys are much easier to spank."
Emily let out a little gasp. That was a good line! One she'd have to steal and use on her future littles...
"But, of course, good girls like my little Em would never earn a spanking," he added, offering his hands to help her to her feet.
Emily took his hands, letting him pull her up. The fresh diaper felt snug and reassuring, somehow better than doing it herself. As Sam knelt down and adjusted the fit of Emily's diaper. It finally struck her as odd. "You're really good at this," she remarked. "You're too good at this."
"I've had a lot of practice," he said, standing up.
"But you said I was your first little. Which would make that your first diaper change, like, ever, right?"
Sam's eyes caught hers, then darted away, searching her bedroom wall for an explanation.
Emily couldn't help the giggle that bubbled up. Victory. "Saaaam~" she said, her voice gentle but firm, "I want to know everything. No secrets."
"Ugh, Em..." he protested.
"SaaaaAAAaaAaam~"
"Okay," he said, his voice a little shaky. "I've been into diapers for a long time. It's just something that... turns me on." He looked at her, then away again. "Is that... bad? For a... daddy?" The word felt awkward coming from his mouth.
Emily took a moment to process this revelation. "No," she said, her voice surprisingly steady. "It's not bad. It's just different." She took a deep breath. "But we should to talk about this. It changes things."
Sam looked at her, his brow furrowed. "Does it?" he asked tentatively. "Does it change...us?"
"Do you want it to?" Emily asked. She stepped closer to him, her diaper crinkling with each step, and grabbed him by the belt buckle.
Sam's eyes grew wide, but he didn't resist. "I... I don't know," he admitted, his voice wavering.
Emily leaned in, pulled him closer by his belt, and stood on her tip toes to try to close the distance between them. "What happened to mister-in-charge 'daddy' Sam? Where'd he go?"
Sam's eyes searched hers, a hint of fear in them. "He's still here," he murmured, his voice barely a whisper.
She grinned, "Oh, I don't think he ever existed."
Her words hung in the air, the room suddenly feeling charged with a tension that hadn't been there before. Sam's eyes searched hers, a silent question in them, before Emily spun him around by his belt and pushed him backward into the changing mat.
"W-wait! What are youâ" he began to protest.
Holding an identical diaper to her own on both hands, Emily simply grinned. "Tell me to stop."
Sam looked down at the diaper, then back up to Emily, his expression a mix of shock and arousal. He didn't say anything.
Emily knelt down and began to undo his belt, shaking her head, clicking her tongue against her teeth, her eyes never leaving his. "Just a big boy playing pretend," she murmured, her voice a low purr. She pulled down his pants, revealing his hardened erection straining against his boxer briefs.
Sam's breath hitched. "Em, Iâ"
Emily silenced him with a finger to his lips. "Shh," she whispered, her eyes gleaming with mischief. She tugged down his underwear, freeing his cock, and took it in her hand experimentally. This was definitely going to be different than Brynn...
"Now, what do we do with this?" she asked, slowly stroking the length of him. It was a genuine question.
Sam looked down at his exposed member, his cheeks flushing. "Iâuh..."
"Total character break moment," Emily began, "what do you normally do with... this?"
Sam's eyes grew even wider as he stumbled over his words, "Well, I-I usually... I mean, I don't know."
Emily chuckled, enjoying this version of Sam so much more. "It's okay baby, you can tell me. No secrets, remember?"
Sam's cock twitched in her hand, and she felt a thrill of power. Little boys were fun. "I usually... I just..." He took a deep breath, "I... jerk off so I can get the diaper on."
Emily raised an eyebrow, "Really?" she asked, her voice filled with mock innocence. "What a naughty boy," she said, stroking him with a bit more pressure.
Sam nodded, his breath quickening. "I'm sorry?" he offered.
Emily's smile grew more playful. "I guess that's just how I'll have to take care of my baby..." She leaned in closer, her breath hot against his skin as she wrapped her hand resolutely around his shaft and tugged it down to the base. His hips bucked involuntarily, and she giggled, enjoying his squirming.
With the confidence of someone faking it 'til they make it, she began to stroke him, her movements slow and deliberate. She watched his reactions, the way his eyes fluttered closed and his breath hitched. It was like watching a butterfly caught in a spider's web, unsure whether it was about to be devoured or simply toyed with.
"Does that feel good, baby?" she asked, her voice a seductive whisper.
Sam whispered out a moan, "I... I'm not a baby." His voice was strained, his body betraying his words with each jerk of his hips.
Emily leaned closer, her breasts pressing into his thighs, her eyes gleaming. "Tell me to stop," she instructed, her hand moving faster, enjoying the feel of his hardness in her hand.
Sam's breathing was shallow. "I can't," he murmured, his hips jerking upward to meet her strokes.
Emily's grin grew wider. "Because why?" she asked, her voice a sultry whisper.
Sam's eyes searched hers, his cheeks red with embarrassment. "Because... it turns me on," he admitted, his voice barely above a murmur.
Emily leaned in closer, her eyes gleaming with victory. "My sweet, bouncing baby boy," she whispered, her hand moving faster.
"Oh my god," Sam muttered, his body arching as he came, spurts of cum landing on his stomach and thighs.
"Oopsie!" Emily announced, shielding herself with the opened diaper, before using it to wipe up all the little messes he made. "Sammy, look what you did!" She teased, feigning mock-disappointment. "We definitely can't trust this pee-pee out of diapers, now can we?"
Sam panted, his body trembling slightly as Emily played with and prodded his softening cock, wiping away the last of his release with the diaper before taping it snugly around his hips. He looked down at the thick padding and then laid his head back on the mattress for a long moment.
"You're a natural," he finally murmured, reaching for her wrist and grabbing it firmly, then holding it aloft like a prize. "In fact!" he began, letting the unfinished thought hang in the air.
Emily flopped down next to him on the bed so their eyes could meet, hers sparkling with mischief.
"What is it?" she asked, her voice innocently sweet.
"No secrets, Em," he said. "That's your rule. Fess up."
"Okay, okay," Emily conceded. As she conjured an image of Brynn, her chest suddenly tightened at the prospect of telling him everything. Like, everything-everything. Maybe she should start small... Parcel out the easy truths before the hard ones. "I did have a little. My ex."
Sam's expression grew serious. "What happened?"
Oh, where to start with Brynn? Emily rolled onto her back and looked up at the ceiling. "I think I smothered her."
"Like... with a pillow?" Sam's voice was a mix of mock shock and horror.
Emily couldn't help the laugh that escaped her before she gave Sam a playful shove. "You're supposed to be daddy, not a Dad!" she giggled. "No, I didn't literally smother her. I just... took care of her too much. She said I just pretended it was all about her, but it was actually all about me."
It took Emily saying the words out loud to another person for the meaning to finally sink in. "Ugh, fuck," she muttered.
Sam's hand found hers, squeezing gently. "Sounds like you've had a lot of time to reflect."
Emily shook her head, taking her hand back. "Not enough..."
Sam's expression softened, "I'm sensing there's more you're not telling me?"
Emily took a deep breath and turned away from him. "I... maybe only dated you as a little because I thought I could get you into diapers." She clenched her eyes shut.
Sam was quiet for a long moment. "Why?" His voice was gentle, but there was a hint of something else. Hurt, perhaps.
Emily swallowed hard and turned to face him. "You looked... nice. You claimed to be a daddy, but I thought maybe I could change you? And I was really fucking lonely."
Sam's eyes searched hers. "So, I'm just Brynn for tonight?" His voice was quiet, the excitement of moments ago draining away as he grabbed the thick padding of his diaper. "Congrats, Em, you did it."
Emily felt the guilt drop through the floor of her stomach. "Wait, please. It's different." She wanted to hold his hand again but was afraid he'd pull it back. "It started out under shitty pretenses. But I want to be honest now! I really like you."
Silence.
"And I didn't know I would... like it so much."
Silence.
"The diapers. The... little stuff. What you do to me in them."
Silence.
"Ugh, my cheeks are on fire."
"So, let me get this straight," Sam said. "You're a mommy. You don't wear diapers. But you saw my dating profile, a daddy, but you didn't believe me, thought you could turn me."
"Sam--"
"We go on a date, you show up in diapers. You pretend to be a little, sit on my lap and pee yourself in public on my command... Stop me if anything is inaccurate..."
Emily felt her eyes welling with tears.
"We schedule a second date, and you answer the door dressed like a toddler at a sleepover. You pee yourself again, and then you are helpless but to come in your diapers in my arms, a pathetic excuse for a woman..."
Emily couldn't help but squirm at his recounting, the truth of it stinging.
"I don't know, I think we're even," he finally said.
Emily sniffled back tears. "W-what?"
"You used me because you wanted a little boy in diapers. Well you got him. But I wanted a little girl in diapers, and I got her too! If anything, I got you better!" He laughed. "You thought you were a big girl who was too good for diapers, and I reduced you to a whimpering little baby who made cummies in her wet diaper in the middle of a Disney movie."
Emily felt her cheeks burn brighter than ever, "Sam!"
"I think your mommy card's revoked, Em," he said, wrapping her up in a big hug and patting her diapered bottom. "You're a much bigger baby than me."
Emily's body instinctively stiffened at first, but as Sam held her, she felt something unravel inside. She exhaled, leaned into his embrace as his hands traced slow circles around her padded bottom.
"Ugh," she groaned, "I hate that I like this so much."
Sam chuckled, his voice a warm rumble in her ear. "You don't have to hate it, Em."
Emily sighed, her eyes closing as she enjoyed the feeling of his strong arms around her. "But what now?" she asked, her voice muffled against his shoulder.
"Hmm... We do need to consider how naughty you've been." Sam's voice was playful, but Emily felt a twinge of nerves at his sudden shift in tone. "You've been keeping secrets that could really hurt some feelings."
"I know," she murmured, her voice small and sincere. "I'm sorry."
Sam's expression grew contemplative. "I believe you, but I think I know the best way to punish you, so that we both know you're truly sorry."
Emily's breath quickened. "What do you mean?"
Sam's eyes glinted with excitement. "Your punishment," he paused for dramatic emphasis, "is keeping things exactly the way they are."
Emily tilted her head. "What?"
Sam smirked, his voice low and authoritative. "You are going to stay my diapered little girl, even though she desperately wants to be a big mommy who's in charge. And I'll be a daddy who wears diapers when you earn it."
Emily felt the air thicken around her, the weight of his words sinking in. "But..." she began, feeling the loss of control she had so carefully crafted.
"But what?" Sam challenged, his voice still gentle but firm. "You said you like it. Deal or no deal?"
Emily bit her bottom lip, trying to process. She felt the softness of the fresh diaper against her skin, the way it held her in place like a warm hug. "I do," she murmured, her voice small. "But..."
Sam leaned back, his hands on her diapered hips. "But what?" he prompted.
Emily took a deep breath, "But what if I want to be in charge again?" she asked, her voice sounding more hopeful than she had intended.
Sam's smile was knowing, "Well, baby, that's what makes it a good punishment," he said, his hand resting around her waist. "You're going to have to earn it back. You need to learn that you can't manipulate your way into getting what you want all the time."
Emily felt a strange mix of anger and arousal at his words. She didn't like being told what to do, but the way he said it, the way he treated her like a child, it was... She nodded, her eyes downcast. "Ugh. Okay..." she murmured.
Sam leaned down and kissed her forehead, "That's my good girl," he whispered, the affection in his voice sending shivers down her spine.
Emily felt a strange sense of submission wash over her, a feeling she hadnât anticipated. "But how do we do this?" she asked, her voice still a bit shaky. "I don't know how to be... a good little."
Sam's grin was wide, "Tell me about it!"
She scoffed reflexively, before a couple giggles spilled out of her mouth. "Rude!"
"Em, if the two days have taught me anything, it's that you're a fast learner," he said, his voice a warm caress. "And we're in this together. We'll figure it out."
As Emily looked into Sam's eyes, she saw something there that she hadn't seen beforeâunderstanding. And something else. A spark that told her he was just as into this as she was.
They sat on the bed for a few long moments, looking at each other with a mix of excitement and trepidation. Sam pressed his forehead into hers, patted her diapered behind, and then rolled out of bed. He stood in front of Emily, stretching, his diaper crinkling with each movement. She very much enjoyed the view.
"Can I use your shower?" he asked. "I've got to get out of this silly thing." He ripped one of the adhesive tapes off his diaper.
Emily nodded, "Yeah, I'll get you a towel. Or..." she paused, smirking. "I could join you?"
Sam's eyes lit up. "Sorry cutie," he replied. "You're in that diaper for the rest of the night. But maybe we can give you a bath tomorrow?" He flashed a shit-eating grin and resumed walking to the bathroom. "I will take that towel, though."
Emily watched him go, feeling a strange sensation wash over her. She looked down at the thick diaper between her legs. It felt wrong, but she couldn't deny the thrill of it either. The reality of what she had tacitly agreed to was setting in, and she wasnât sure how she felt about it. There was still time to back out. She could just rip this diaper off, kick him out, and be done with it, but as she heard the water in the shower start to run without her, she couldnât help the anticipation building in her chest.
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"Remember, Em," Sam instructed. "You hold my hand when we're walking so you don't get lost, okay?"
Emily looked back and nodded, grasping his hand in hers, trying to keep the smile off her face. She was getting used to this, the thrill of playing the submissive little girl in public, the thick diaper crinkling beneath her skirt a constant reminder of her role, but she still had to keep Sam on his toes. If he wanted a perfect little angel, he had another thing coming.
The month had flown by, a whirlwind of wet diapers, cute clothes, cuddles and teasing games that had somehow turned into something more intimate than she had ever experienced with Brynn. The lines had blurred, and she found herself enjoying the feeling of being taken care of, even if it came with a side of humiliation she hadnât signed up for. And... that part was kind of okay, too. Emily relished the scattered moments when Sam would let her return the favor and put him in diapers, but it was always a privilege to be earned, usually by sacrificing some new grown-up part of herself upon the altar of littledom.
Tonight, they were dining at a fancy restaurant, an echo of their first date, but on a much grander scale. Sam was dressed sharply in a blazer and dark jeans, and Emily in a flouncy pink dress with tiered ruffles. The first time he showed her the dress, she could've slapped him, but here she was, feeling like a doll overdressed for the tea party.
The evening was going as expected: Sam was charming the waitstaff, while Emily sat quietly, not speaking unless spoken to. She squirmed in her seat, trying to get comfortable with her legs splayed helplessly apart beneath the table. Because her dress was so full and ruffled, Sam had taken full advantage, stuffing an already thick pink diaper with two booster pads. She pretended to pout at the time, but the mommy in her was impressed and taking notes for her next chance to retaliate.
Sam noticed her stare, the thoughtful look on her face, a knowing smile playing at his lips. "What's the matter, little miss?"
Emily gave him her best pout, "Nothing," she mumbled.
"Come now," Sam's eyes danced with mischief. "Use your words."
Emily rolled her eyes. "I'm just plotting how I'll get you back for this," she murmured, her voice a mix of feigned irritation and genuine affection.
"Oh, you will?" Sam's grin grew wider. "And how's that going to happen, my clever little girl?"
Emily felt the heat in her cheeks, but she was determined not to let him win this round. "I don't know... Maybe I'll leave you a present in my pants for later?"
Sam's eyes lit up. "Careful, Em. Once you open up that box there's no taking it back, babygirl." He leaned back in his chair, watching her with amusement. "You should consider if you want to invoke the nuclear option over getting to wear a pretty pink dress."
Emily stuck her tongue out at him, but her eyes sparkled with excitement.
"Good choice," Sam chuckled, as the waiter arrived to take their order.
He ordered for the both of them, without consulting Emily, which only served to fuel her secret delight. She had grown to crave the way he took small things away, never quite sure what grown-up thing she had once taken for granted was on the chopping block next.
"Remember to sit like a lady," Sam reminded her as the waiter walked away, still in earshot.
Emily grimaced at him above the table, but below it, obediently squeezed her legs together, or at least tried to. With every consecutive little wetting the bulk of her diaper made it more difficult to sit 'lady-like' as Sam had instructed, and he knew damn well. She could feel the heat of his gaze as she squirmed, and the smugness of his smile made it clear he was enjoying her discomfort. But she wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of knowing just how much she liked it too. That was her secret to keep.
The meal was exquisite, each bite a robust balance of flavors that seemed to tease and tantalize her palate. But her mind was elsewhere, focused on the squishy padding beneath her. Every move she made was calculated to avoid any tell-tale signs that she was indeed enjoying her 'punishment'. She had learned to play the part well, the begrudging little girl who just wanted to be in charge again. But as they shared dessert, the sweetness of the chocolate mousse mingling with the faint scent of baby powder that clung to her, she couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment that she hadn't felt in a long time. She didn't notice the glob of chocolate that had missed her mouth until Sam wiped her clean with a napkin.
As they walked back to the car, Emily's hand remained firmly in Sam's, her hips waddling slightly with each step. Drowned out by the sounds of the city, her diaper's subtle crinkling was just for her. She glanced up at Sam, his handsome profile illuminated by the soft glow of the street lights, and felt a strange sense of peace settle in her chest. She let her head fall onto his shoulder.
"God damn it, Sam," she said, quietly, contentedly.
Sam's eyes sparkled with mischief, "What's wrong, baby?"
"I just figured it out," Emily murmured.
"Figured what out?" Sam's voice was low, distracted, as he fumbled for his keys.
"I love you. You've done all this to me and now I love your dumb ass." Her heart was racing.
Sam froze, his hand on door handle. He turned to face her, his eyes searching hers for a long moment. "You love my dumb 'hiney,' you mean," he finally said, correcting her.
He opened the door for Emily, but she saw his grin stretching from ear to ear as she ducked into the back seat.
"I love you too," Sam replied, buckling her up. "But we're going to have to do something about that yucky word you said when we get home."
"Looking forward to it!" Emily called back, trying to hide the quiver in her voice as she watched him shut the door. Out of his eyesight, she buried her face in her hands. She said it! And he said it back! Her chest was tight, but her heart was so full.
The car ride home was quiet, both lost in their own thoughts, their eyes occasionally locking nervously in the rearview mirror. A thousand questions buzzed through her mind. She was an exposed nerve, but in a good way.
When they arrived at her apartment, Sam didnât even bother to ask if she needed help. He just unbuckled her seatbelt, hoisted her over his shoulder, and carried her up the stairs.
Emily couldn't help but yelp in surprise as she felt the hem of her dress slowly lift and uncover the thick diaper beneath. "What are you doing?" she squealed, clawing her dress back into place, but fighting a losing battle to gravity.
Sam chuckled, his grip firm but gentle as he carried her over the threshold. "Somebody earned an early bedtime."
Emily squirmed, feeling a mix of embarrassment and excitement. "But I'm not tired!" she protested, her voice muffled in his shoulder.
"Nobody said anything about sleeping," Sam said, closing the front door behind them.
Iâve often found that in response to someone being a bad person to you (excluding in a consensual kinky way ;) the best thing you can do is continue to be a good person. Holding onto hate in your heart is like drinking poison and expecting the other person to die.
Caring for a sensitive little. Always speaking sweetly to them, making sure they know they're loved and listened to. Listening attentively to their struggles and their fears, helping them feel seen and hopeful. Comforting them in times of stress and gently guiding them through their pain. Making their heavy heart feel light and whole again.
Itâs a wonderful feeling when youâre able to help someone be comfortable in their own skin! Positive reinforcement goes a long way when Iâm in my caregiver role I love nothing more than soothing those worries away
Denying them cummies because their diaper is too dry. Watching them strain and whimper desperately as they try to fill their diaper to please their Mommy enough that she lets them hump a stuffie. Slowly breaking them down, conditioning them so that they can only cum in a messy diaper. Not making them just willing to fill their diaper, but eager to.
Slowly, as their training progresses, their dumb little baby brain will associate a messy diaper with cummies. They'll become more and more horny each time they fill their diaper. In the end, they won't even need buzzies or humpies. They'll cum just by messing their nice, thick diaper while Mommy tells them what a helpless little baby they are.
The line between messies and cummies will be blurred until it's essentially nonexistent. And that's exactly the way it should be for little ones in diapers. âĄ
What was that? You made "pushies?" You made "stinkies?" Oh, I think we can do better than that. Don't get all blushy on me, I know what you did. You don't have to sugarcoat it. You pooped your diaper, right?
Yes, sweetheart, there's only one thing that could have made that smell, and I bet that if I just pulled the back of your waistband here and took a peek.. oh my goodness, you REALLY had to go! Pee-yew! Your tummy must have been so rumbly, it must have been flipping around as you desperately tried to hold it in.
You could have used the potty, you know. Waited for me to look away, to waddle off to the bathroom. The door wasn't even locked today. I know you know that. Yeah sure, you obviously would've been punished for trying to use the potty without permission, but a big kid would take a punishment over the sheer humiliation of soiling your pants.
Shh, don't cry, I know this is what you really wanted. You wanted to relinquish control, to feel your cheeks grow hotter as your diaper swells. You wanted Mama to tell you that you're a filthy little potty pants, hm? The embarrassment gets your kiddo parts tingling in your thick, poopy diaper.
It's okay, I know that's what you're desiring, deep down. I suppose we won't have to worry about the potty at all anymore, will we? You just proved to me that you're too small for that. This was a wonderful start, stinky, and now it's going to be your new life.
So you'd better get used to this feeling, kiddo. It's not going away anytime soon.
Safe age appropriate orgasms in her nappy is all she will ever get - if she deserves to get an orgasm at all. It should always be done when she is safely padded up. No big girl sex allowed; just soft warm orgasms in her wet and messy nappy.
Not being allowed to take it off or push it to one side, girlie has to just endure having the magic wand pushed against her special area, all safely taped up behind the thick rustling plastic and all of her wet warm accidents that smush against her. (Itâs the only pleasure sheâs accustom to anymore.) softly moaning into her pacifier as she screams, being hit with waves of pleasure. She doesnât get any control at all. The grown ups hold the vibrating wand under the guise of âsheâs too littleâ to do anything for herself. She doesnât decide when it ends, thatâs not her choice either. It could be one orgasm or she could be repeatedly forced to cum over and over again until sheâs a sobby, soar, overstimulated, hot blushy mess.
After princess has had her fun, give her some gentle encouraging pats and send her off to play or to take a nap. Sheâs not allowed a change. In the post orgasm glow and come down she can feel all of the shame thatâs resulted in her humiliating herself to this level. Peeing her pants and making messy accidents just to own the grown ups approval to cum. Sitting in her nappy -well soaked with all of her many different types of accidents princess can reflect about the decisions sheâs made that have leak her to this point in her life.
But with all that said, deny her long enough that sheâs be begging for it all againâŠ
âJust changed you x amount of time ago and youâre already wet again?â
âYouâre such a little baby, sitting in your wet diaper.â
âYou donât have potty privileges. You can sit right there in your diaper and go potty like the baby you are.â
âShow Mommy/Daddy how wet you are baby. Knowing you, Iâm sure youâre not dry. You never are for long.â
âNo youâre not allowed to change. Youâre just a baby. Youâre not to be concerned about your little diapies. Thatâs Mommyâs/Daddyâs job.â
âTime for a diaper check baby. I donât care if you didnât go. Youâre too little to be able to check on your own.â
âGo put on a diaper, then you can potty. No toilet for my little baby.â
âYouâre so fucking wet and you love it donât you?â
âPut some panties on over that wet diaper. I want every inch of that pressed against you so you donât forget what a little baby you are.â
âPiss yourself for me, like my little baby.â
âTell me how much of a baby you are while you press that wet diapie against yourself.â
âMommy/Daddy is going to go potty in the toilet while you sit there in your little wet diapie like a proper baby.â
âOh you want to be sassy? Thereâs goes your opportunity for a change. Thatâs another hour for you. I donât care if you leak.â
âLetâs see how much those can hold. Iâm sure Mommy/Daddyâs little one can fill those up in no time.â
âNo big boy/girl panties today. I think today will be a no potty privileges day for my baby. â
âYouâre not a baby? Why donât you say that to me again but this time press on that soaking diaper between your legs.â
âAww you leaked? Thatâs okie sweetheart thatâs what happens to babies that canât control when they potty.â
âYou wanna use the big kid potty? Alright go sit on it but keep that diapie on. You can pretend youâre a big kid. Oh no, thatâs not what you meant? I donât care. Go. Now.â
âGo sit on the potty with your diaper on baby. Mommy/Daddy wants to see you try to go like a big kid. Your diaper will hold up, donât worry.â
âGo put on a diaper. I donât trust you to keep those pants clean. Youâre just a baby after all.â
âAw sweetie did you have an accident in your diapie? Such a good boy/girl for Mommy/Daddy.â
âThat diaper is sagging something fierce baby. Good. Now you look like the baby you are. Sit down.â
âSince you like to not do what youâre told so much, why donât you just go and pee your little pants. Show me how much of a big kid you are without your diapers.â
âIf you donât want to listen, you can put a fresh diapie on over that one. Then we will see how much you feel like being bratty, hm?â
âI want that diaper thicker. My baby is such a little potty pants, we have to make sure youâre properly protected.â
âYou canât walk properly? Good. You can crawl.â
âYouâre squishy? Aw darling that means your diapers are working well.â
âMy baby had an accident? Aw arenât you glad Mommy/Daddy knew enough to put you in diapers?â
âToday is diaper day. No excuses or negotiation.â
âLook at my baby trying to be all tough when youâre sitting there in a soaked diaper. Youâre cute when you try to be all big.â
âItâs little time. Diaper on, and pacifier in until Mommy/Daddy says. You talk with it in and you ask permission to take it out.â
âI said keep your paci in. Ten minutes humping that soaking little diaper of yours. Maybe that will teach you to listen to Mommy/Daddy.â
âI think you need a reminder of who owns that cute little tushy. Diapered and in the corner. Time out time. Donât worry, your diapie will catch all your accidentsâ
âYes sweetie, you look very big in those big kid undies. Now stop playing dress up and lets get you in a diaper.â
âAre you trying to hide that youâre wet? Oh silly, Mommy/Daddy already knew you were. Why do you think we asked for a diaper check?â
âI know youâre wet. The question is, how wet?â
âLay on your tummy baby, and keep your paci in. You need some tummy time.â
âI love my little potty prince/princess.â
âYou look so good with that paci in your mouth, why did I ever let you take it out?â
âIs my baby fussy? Thatâs get that little rush changed and down for a nap. No, you donât get a choice.â
"Aren't you a little too old for trick-or-treating?"
A question that's pestered you all night. You were so excited for Halloween, you dressed up in the most adorable witch costume you could possibly think of, and worked up the courage to go door-to-door just like you did when you were little. Your haul was terribly disappointing, getting just a couple pieces from around the neighborhood by the few who didn't question you. You felt so out of place, as the only other adults around you were escorting their children to collect candy from the neighbors. You looked down at your pretty boots and sighed.
"One more house. Then I'll just go home." You said to yourself under your breath, your voice dripping with disappointment and embarrassment. "Stupid... knew I shouldn't have done this."
You made your way up the path to the final house of your night, steeling yourself for yet another expression of disapproval from the person inside. Your feet shuffled nervously as your soft hands clutched the handle of your candy basket, a pretty plastic thing designed to look like a cauldron. Your trembling fingers move to the doorbell to summon an echoing chime. You take a deep breath as the door begins to open.
"Trick or treat!" Your mouth forms a reluctant smile as the doorway reveals a tall woman with black hair, adorned with a witch costume strikingly similar to yours. Admittedly, hers looked far more mature.
"Oh, honey, aren't you..."
The words you dreaded. Your smile began to fade from your face before she could even finish her question.
"...far too little to be out trick-or-treating by yourself? Where's your mommy, darling?"
Your sadness turned to shock as your gaze snapped to her smiling yet concerned expression. She looked so warm and inviting.
"Wh... I... I'm-" You couldn't get the words out. She bent down slightly to be eye-level with you. Her face was so comforting, you almost wanted to bury your face in her chest and tell her all about how scary tonight has been. How you've been so sad, and that all you wanted was to have fun. Tears began to well in your eyes as you tried with all of your will to force the words out of your mouth.
"I... I'm not little, ma'am. I just wanted to give trick-or-treating a try again. But it hasn't gone the way I-"
The concern in her eyes grew deeper as they turned downward to your feet.
"Oh, dear..."
You tried to surmise what motivated her words, until you followed her gaze to the obvious answer; the quickly-saturating black and white striped tights hugging your bottom half. Wavering lines of darkening humiliation trailed down your legs and into your boots, pulling a gasp from your lungs before a squeal of surprise. Your breath trembled as you glanced back and forth between her sympathetic eyes and your gradually soaking tights.
"I- I don't... I didn't..." Your words flickered and failed. She gently took your hand in the warmth of hers and whispered gently.
"Why don't you come inside, sweetie? We'll get this all worked out."
You continued to stammer out words of exasperation as you followed her into the house, leaving a puddle behind. The interior was warm and inviting, covered top to bottom in adorable Halloween decorations. A gentle blaze crackled in the fireplace in the living room, sending cinders upward like messages to the night sky. Your head was turned downward, the brim of your witch hat hiding your ashamed face from the caring woman before you. You're so caught up in the embarrassment of wetting yourself completely out of nowhere that you only just now have the thought.
Why does she think I'm little?
She tilted your chin upward and dried your tears with her fingers. You could've sworn that by some sort of magic, she looked bigger now. But when you did a double take, nothing seemed different. Perhaps your mind was just playing tricks on you.
"Are you okay, sweetheart?"
You lost your composure in the face of such a caring demeanor. You began to wail as you wrapped your arms around her and buried your face in her chest, dropping your candy bucket and spreading the small handful of treats onto the floor.
"I... I just wann'ed ta dress up an' get candy! Everyone's been so mean t' me!" Your words spilled from your lungs with no hesitation. Warmth radiated from her chest and into your face as her arms embrace you, stroking the back of your head comfortingly.
"Shh-shh-shh. It's okay, darling. Just let it all out."
You tried to continue to describe your woes, but they came out only as incoherent vocalizations amidst your sobbing. As she held you, she reached over to turn the porch light off with the flick of a switch. You turned to look at the switch, wondering how she could've possibly reached so far away. Perhaps your tears were simply blurring your vision.
You turned to look at her, and once again received a gentle stroke that dried your tears.
"Why don't we get you out of those wet clothes, sweetheart? I think you need a bath. How's that sound?"
Nothing in your life had ever sounded better than a hot bath at this current moment. You nodded your head as the pressure to sob finally abated. She smiled softly as she took your hand and led you down the hallway. Only now were you noticing the sensation of cooling wetness on your crotch and legs, and it was becoming quite unpleasant. Where would you be if this kind woman wasn't here to help you?
She brought you into a warmly-lit bathroom with a pumpkin-scented candle already burning. It smelled delightfully of cinnamon and home, putting your mind at ease and letting you breathe a sigh of relief. The familiar, soothing sound of running water began... simultaneous with the feeling of her removing your boots? Perhaps the handle simply wasn't as far as you thought.
She placed your boots in the corner, placed your pretty hat on the counter, and began removing your dress. You felt no shame at being bare around her, as she simply had such a comforting and safe presence about her. The cool, steamy air met your body as the poofy satin dress and petticoat came off of your body. Last was your soaked tights, coming off with your just-as-soaked underwear. You stood completely naked, and yet completely comfortable. You had no worries as she lifted you up with ease, and placed you into the delightfully hot water.
Every modicum of tension left your body. You smiled with warm contentment as your fear was whisked away by the steam surrounding you. Her hushed voice caressed your mind as you sunk into the loving embrace of the bath. You closed your eyes, feeling her gentle hands running along your body to get you all clean.
"It's okay, sweetheart. Lots of little ones have accidents. There's no need to be embarrassed. I'm here to take care of you, okay?"
The words passed through your mind with little thought. You nodded along, somehow simultaneously understanding and not understanding them. Your mind fluttered through the wisps of water vapor, dissipated against the ceiling and descended back down to you on repeat. You opened your eyes again, to find the world far more colorful. You smiled as your gaze met hers, a genuine excitement washing over you. It's as though you were reuniting with someone who held more trust than you could fathom granting to anyone. As if it were instinct, your voice produced a word you felt you had said to this woman countless times before.
"Mama!"
Her face lit up along with yours. "Hi, sweetie! Ready to get out and get dressed?"
You smiled and nodded excitedly before being stood up and wrapped in a towel and scooped up into her arms. You rested your head against her so naturally. Everything finally felt okay. The cold air of the hallway met your body, and you were protected by the warmth of your Mama. The water quickly soaked into the warm towel and dissipated into the air, leaving your body feeling completely dry before you were even laid on the bed, surrounded by fairy lights that seemed to dance through the air and coalesce with the candlelight.
Your legs lifted before you could truly get used to your surroundings, and as your gaze turned downward, your bottom laid to rest on a powdery, familiar plush surface. Your mind jolted to reality.
"W-Wait, but... I don't wear diapers. I... I'm... I think I'm supposed to be b... um..."
You strained your mind to find the words. "S'pose to be..."
She giggled gently. "Supposed to be what, little one? Supposed to beee..."
"I'm s'pose to be big... right?"
Thoughts came racing back to you. You were big, right? You were just trying to have fun on Halloween again. You...
These thoughts quickly fizzled as Mama slipped a pacifier between your lips, which you accepted without question. You rested your head back onto the soft blanket, your contented smile returning to your face. An almost overwhelming sense of calm washed in pulsing waves over your body as the bobbing of your pacifier synchronized with your Mama powdering you, pulling the plush padding over your crotch, and taping it snugly into place. She took your hands and pulled you into a sitting position, stroking your hair tenderly.
"Now isn't that so much better, darling? No need to worry about any more accidents." You nodded gleefully at every word that passed her lips. You were so cozy. So comfortable. When she presented a purple onesie covered in prints of Jack-o-lanterns and bats, you raised your arms into the air without hesitation. It slipped so naturally over your body, the fabric giving you a gentle hug and exuding festivity. She fastened the snaps over your crotch, adjusted everything into place, and... it fit you perfectly! As though it were tailored specifically to you.
You squealed in excitement as she laid your head on the pillow at the top of the bed, draping a plush blanket over you and lying just beside you. Her nails sent pleasant shivers through your spine as every breath sunk you deeper into the wonderfully inviting mattress. You tried to continue admiring her glowing visage, but your eyes began to flutter with each suckle of your pacifier. You eventually gave in, drifting in and out of consciousness. The warmth and softness of the air, the security of the diaper wrapped around you, the caress of the blanket keeping you warm, and the care radiating from your Mama as she ran her fingernails across your scalp harmonized in a chorus of contentment as you slipped further and further into the arms of sleep.
so many posts i see about denying your little girl cummies and while thatâs all fun and good and can be a useful tactic⊠i am so totally opposite that.
i believe using the wand on your poor diaper girl as liberally as you can is not only beneficial to her but expedites any training/brainwashing to set in exponentially. like training a dog, reward good behavior and reward it often. rewire her brain until it sticks that acting little is what she is supposed to be doing.
using her diaper? reward her with the wand, or if you canât at the time allow her to hump one of her stuffed animals.
tantrums? after sheâs initially calmed down (or even beforehand), offer to make her cum to help her further relax. reward her for acting like the infant she is.
acting like a full-on brat? thatâs fine. stick a vibe right on her clit and beat her ass so hard it hurts to sit down for the next few hours. make her get confused. the wand is a reward for acting like a little brat. the spankings are a punishment for acting like a brat.
good behavior, all chores done, using her manners? reward. reward. reward.
and then⊠take it away.
take it away when she acts big. take it away when she talks about her job or her adult friends. take it away when she doesnât instinctively grab her baby plate to eat off of at dinner. when she puts on an R-rated movie, tell her she wonât get her reward that day unless she switches to something more age appropriate.
and within a few weeks, hell even a few days for some of the more desperate babies, theyâll fold. and theyâll go for the âbabyâ option every. single. time.
I have a huge soft spot for girls who still wet the bed.
They are the cuuuuutest.
So adorable, huh?
They can be so adult, so confident and mature in the daytimeâ I love thatâ
Independent, super sharp, creative, big girl job, grownup friendsâ
but every evening, without fail, it starts getting closer to her bedtime, and a little voice in her head tells her: she should probably hold off on drinking more water...
and she really needs to say goodnight early to her friends, make up some excuse why she can't stay overâ she's no fun overnight anyway, she prefers sleeping in her own bed...
because waiting for her back home, like always, is a bed with a very special crinkly mattress,
in a bedroom that, no matter how old she's gotten, has always smelled a tiny bit like a nursery,
and a dresser where, stuffed behind heaps of old clothes she used to wear,
she hides her most embarrassing, crinkly secret,
something she never quite grew out of needing since she was little,
and she would die if any of her friends found out...
And, waddling over to the bathroom to brush her teeth, all those little, embarrassing feelings come rushing back,
how small and helpless she feels because she still can't stay dry,
how the doctors all said she'd "grow out of it," but, of course, she never did,
and how she's always needed someone to protect and take care of her,
as she falls asleep in her thick, crinkly overnight diapers, designed for "big girl" accidents,
(she flunked out of pull-ups years ago)
fast asleep, a little drool escaping onto her pillow,
because, once she's asleep, she doesn't get to play pretend anymore.
She's still just a little baby
who gets to wake up with a little, dazed flutter every morning when she realizes:
her diaper is soaked again,
(no-one's surprised but her),
and she still can't make it to the big girl potty at nighttime.
So adorable.
You're gonna sleep nice and sound, sweetheart.
Nobody expects you to stay dry at night, okay baby?
I know a little just like this and she will likely see this so I'll include that, after the fact, her wetting my bed not once but TWICE was pretty cute. The blushy face hiding when I diapered you that first time was *chefs kiss* perfection!
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