Dad catching you humping your stuffie for the first time. But instead of being mad he just sits next to you. Asking you what happened, baby? Where does it feel tingly? Placing his hands on your hips and moving it back and forth, helping you rub your kiddo parts as heâs explaining what youâre doing, angel. Telling you how special that little place is down there, and how every time you feel tingly, you can always come to dada, baby. Youâre too little to be doing these things by yourself, so just let Dad take care of you, okay?
wanna make someone wet themselves in a movie theater so bad. a diaper if i'm nice, their clothes if not. purposely leave the house late so we don't have time for a bathroom break before the movie, buying a large drink just for them. maybe i choose a long movie on purpose, too. telling them they can't leave the theater, what if they miss something? and besides, they're an adult. they can hold their pee for a couple hours.
watching as they start squirming and grabbing at themselves. playing dumb and taking their hand in mine, pretending like i just want to cuddle. their eyes going a little wide as i take away half of their holding power. soon, my free hand will find its way to their thigh, teasing them slowly the way i love to.
hearing their whines speed up as they get more and more desperate. the gasp as they start to lose control. "f- fuck, i'm leaking."
i chuckle at their panicked whisper. "yeah, i know. i can feel it. poor baby can't even hold their bladder?"
kissing their forehead as they whine at my tone, the hand on their thigh gently spreading their legs apart because whiny things don't get the privilege of pressing their thighs together to hold.
eventually they go still, their breath catching as warmth blooms between their thighs. they choke out a little desperate plea, "i'm- i'm peeing. i can't hold it."
my hand just tightens on their thigh, rubbing against them gently. they tug on my shirt, trying to get me to take my hand away. "nonono please move, i'm gonna soak you-"
but i don't move, keeping my hand there as their body gives in completely, the sound of their pee soaking the seat and dropping to the floor loud in our ears. they bury their head in my neck to try and stifle their moans as all that pressure is finally released, blushing and whimpering as they finish going.
Extra thick boarder if on ridiculously oversized nappies can be very expensive but worth it on the most bratty resistant girls or even just them you want to just knock down a peg or two. Forcing her to crawl, forcing her legs so far apart that if she wants to work she needs to hold on to you for stability and completely unable to hide under any outfit or clothes - either the outline of such an item is very visible and unmistakable or if she is wearing a skirt or dress - itâs very visible underneath. Not only is it very visually distinct but the physical humiliation is also very heavy. Sheâs unable to think about anything else except the thick bulk of padding between her legs.
Itâs also very encouraging to her knowing sheâs got to keep wetting and messing herself as much and as fast possible as she knows she doesnât get a change until sheâs fully used it, but knows that will take an extra long time. (This forces girlie into a dilemma, be confined to wear such stupid, thick, ridiculous nappies and be paraded around in them all day OR alternatively give in to what the grown ups want and force herself to have as many accidents as possible to get a change fast.)
Either way sheâs gonna be stuck as someoneâs overgrown baby for a very long timeâŚ
Come here, Missy. Yes, you heard me.You know just how much of a little brat youâre being right now, donât you? Of course you do. You heard Daddy when he told you to pick up your toys. You heard him when he reminded you a second time, very clearly⌠And you definitely heard him the third time, too - that time when he also heard that naughty reply of yours calling your Daddy a very bad name. Baby, you know full well that youâre not allowed to use such dirty words anymore! And so⌠well, you leave me no choice.
Get over here, now. Never mind, Iâll pull you over here myself. Off come your clothes: that T-shirt, those little shortalls, your pretty little bunny socks, those flowery panties. Oh, whatâs this? Theyâre damp? Oh, I seeâŚyouâre simply begging for this, arenât you? You want Daddy to be rough with you, donât you? Of course you do. Youâre such a needy, horny little brat sometimesâŚ
Over my knee, then, you dirty-mouthed little girl. Letâs see if a stinging, red little booty will help remind you of your place, hmm? Go ahead. Struggle all you like, baby. Both of us love a desperate little struggle: me because I get to show you how strong I am, and you because you love losing⌠Oh, had enough already? Ten more spanks, baby: ten more, and then weâre done⌠with this part of your punishment, at least.
Because spankings alone arenât nearly enough to handle a horny, potty-mouthed little brat like you, are they? Of course not. Come with me, you sniffling little baby. Time to show you just how mean Daddy can be to a disobedient brat like you. Oh, quit blubbering! Iâve had just about enough of your whining, little girl, so open up. Yes, now. Oh, you donât like the taste of your own damp panties? Thatâs just too bad, now, isnât it? I donât like to hear my sweet little girl mouthing off and using nasty words, either. Nope, no spitting them out. In fact, why donât we make sure they canât slip out, period?
Oh, yes, thatâs right: nothing like duct tape to fix little problems around the house. Round, and round again, and round those soft, bulging cheeks a few more times. Oh, thatâs shut you up, hasnât it? Such cute, pathetic little murmurs now, and nothing more. Glare at me all you like, little one. I love seeing you staring mutely up at me from behind a nice strong layer of tape. It really shows just what a helpless little girl you are when Daddyâs in charge, doesnât it?
But weâre not stopping there, baby - not by a long shot. On the changing table with you. As wet as you are already, youâre definitely not fit to wear anything other than an extra thick, embarrassing baby diaper - full of stuffers too, just to make it even thicker and more humiliating⌠Oh, yes, thatâs better! And now some duct tape around those diaper tapes too, just to ensure you canât take it offâŚ
Off the table, you little baby. Weâre not done yet - not by far. Into that chair by the window now⌠yes, just like that. Spread those waddling little legs for me, baby. And there we go: tape around those ankles, strapping them firmly to the chair legs. Youâre not going anywhere now, not at least until Daddy says so⌠Those hands of yours? Here, hold these socks for me, one in each hand. Now. And round and round and round again, turning those meddling little hands into sweet, helpless little balls that canât do anything. Oh, thatâs adorable! Now why donât we tape them behind you to the chair with a couple more wraps?
And now comes my favorite part, baby. Wriggle all you like, but youâre going to be wriggling a lot more very soon. Oh yes, you see what I have in my hand, donât you? Itâs your magic wand, honey - and I know just where to put it. Wow, this duct tape is so useful, isnât it? Round and round we go, fastening that wand nice and tight to my bratty little baby princess, forcing it deep into that puffy, humiliating padding between your legs⌠You wonât be able to escape it, baby, let alone turn it off now that Iâve switched it on. Youâre going to be stuck here with that wet, naughty little diapered pussy of yours, trapped with that wonderful wand teasing you mercilessly, forcing you to cum: not once, not twice, but over and over for me⌠and for anyone else who might happen to wander past the window, hmm?
But letâs not forget the final touch, baby! I wouldnât want my horny little brat to get dehydrated with all that wetness down there, you see⌠Oh, yes: those wide little eyes of yours are so sweet and amusing, those anxious stares as you see me hanging this full enema bag and hose beside you. Donât worry, itâs clean! All we need is to cut a neat little slot in that duct tape over your mouth, see? And in goes the hose, and on goes a bit more tapeâŚlike so. Ready for a refreshing little drink, honey? No? Well, too bad - because Iâm opening the valve right aboutâŚnow.
And there we are, little one! No more brattiness, no more dirty words. Just meek little gulps in the wonderful silence, and the only other sound the humming of that magic wand⌠Struggle all you like, baby. Youâre not going anywhere until Daddy says so. And really, that might be a very long time. That diaper of yours should last quite awhile, after all, and as horny as you are right now, I bet the more time you get to spend with that wand, the better, right? Oh, are you frightened that someone might see you? that they might look in the window and see what a dirty, horny, helpless baby girl you are? Oh, yes, youâre right: they just might see you here, all naked and struggling in your soggy diaper, cumming and gulping and helpless to do anything about it⌠But I guess thatâs just a risk weâre going to take, isnât it? Maybe you should have thought about that possibility before mouthing off to Daddy, donât you agree?Â
Silence is golden, they say, and duct tape is silver. But you know what else is golden, baby girl? That apple juice streaming into your mouthâŚand that pee thatâs going to start flooding into your diaper and around your horny little pussyâŚany minute now. Wait, are you cumming already? Itâs really difficult to tell since youâre so quiet behind your panty gag and all that tape⌠Hmm, why donât we leave you here with the wand for a few more hours, just to make sure youâve had enough? Daddy wants to make sure youâve learned your lesson, after allâŚ
Hey, can you do me a favor really quick? I promise this wonât take long.
Can you take a deeeeeep breath for me? Good, just like that, now hold it â tiny bit longer â okay, let it out. One more, big breath⌠hold it⌠and let it out.
Well done. Now, can you wiggle your toes for me? Your fingers? Excellent, youâre doing great. Letâs take a couple more of those deep breaths together. In⌠and out. Can you do two more just like that? You can close your eyes if you want, just for a second.
Very good. Youâre doing amazing so far. Now this part might seem a little weird, but you can do it, I know it.
I want you to imagine a little ball of light right behind your sternum. Maybe you canât see it, but if you focus, I think youâll be able to feel it, that liiiitle glow of warmth in your chest, soft and warm and golden. Maybe you notice it gets a tiny bit bigger when you breathe in, and settles just a little lower when you exhale. Why donât you try that a few times? Nice deep breaths, focusing your attention inward⌠good, thatâs really good. Doesnât that feel nice?
Maybe now letâs imagine that little ball of light can move around freely in your body. Maybe it floats down, down, down, all the way to the top of your right foot, and spreads its warmth through the muscles there. Feel how your toes relax, first your big toe, then the second, that soft, heavy warmth slowly spreading along your toes and up your foot toward your ankle. Feel how your ankle relaxes and your foot falls softly to the side. Your right foot is heavy, soft, and still.
Follow the light with your mind as it drifts up from your ankle, spreading that warmth and relaxation up your calf and wrapping around your shin. Feel how the muscles behind your knee release, how the warmth and light melts through the muscles of your thigh. Your right leg is heavy, soft, and still.
That little ball of golden light is getting stronger, isnt it? Thatâs good. Just keep following it with your mind as it drifts down your left leg, landing on your big toe just like it did with your right. Feel that warmth and softness start to work its way in, like the light is being absorbed and absorbing all your stress and tension in turn. Your left foot can fall softly to the side, just like the right, going completely heavy, soft, and still.
Up, up, up, slowly but surely it goes. Your left calf releases, then your knee. Just keep following the light, thatâs all you have to do. Feel the warmth crawl past your knee and up your thigh, leaving your whole left leg heavy, soft, and still.
Donât worry if youâre finding it hard to focus completely â thatâs perfectly normal. When your mind starts to drift away, you can gently pull it back to that warm ball of light. By now it should have drifted up your side and down your left arm, sliding over your fingers, the palm of your hand, the top of your hand. Slowly but surely, smoothing the muscles of your forearm, relaxing your elbow, making your upper arm heavy, soft, and still.
You can move, if you need to, of course. If you try wiggling your toes again, theyâll move, but itâll be slow, heavy, like youâre moving through jelly. You might find it hard to move them at all, but you can trust me â when youâre ready to move again, youâll be able to. For now, let your body rest, as that golden light drifts across your chest and down your right arm, all the way down to your fingers. Feel your pinky soften, your ring finger, your middle finger, your pointer, your thumb. Feel the warmth spread over your palm, your wrist, your elbow, your shoulder. Maybe it pauses over a particularly tight muscle, melting over it like butter until your right arm, too, is heavy, soft, and still.
Youâre doing really good so far. Just a little bit more. Try imagining that light spreading, now, flattening out into a warm, heavy liquid over your back. Allow your shoulders to relax, and feel how that golden light slowly trickles down, down, dragging that relaxation all the way along your spine to pool thick and heavy in your hips. Breathe here, noticing again how your body is heavy, soft, and still.
Have you ever seen a cloth wick up moisture after only dipping a corner in, until the whole thing is soaked? I want you to imagine the light being wicked up the same way, pulled by a single invisible strand up your spine again, all the way to your neck. The pool of warmth in your hips is still there, but now thereâs this slow, sleepy trickle too, soaking into the muscles of your neck and gently working its way into your scalp. Itâs okay if your head feels a little fuzzy â thereâs nothing you need to be thinking about right now, so just let yourself rest. You can relax your jaw, unknot that little crease between your eyebrows; everything will be okay. Your face, your head, your thoughts are all becoming heavy, soft, and still.
Take a moment to sit in this quiet, now. Itâs safe here, and warm. Thereâs nothing you have to do, nowhere you have to be. You can leave anytime you want, anytime you feel like shaking off this heavy, soft, still feeling.
But doesnât it feel so nice? It feels good to be still. It feels good to be soft. It feels good to be heavy.
Youâve worked so hard. Now you can just be, and this space will keep you safe as long as you need it to. If you feel the urge to close your eyes, follow it; your body knows what you need. Iâll be here when you open them again.
Youâve done so well, sweetheart. When youâre ready, you can try wiggling your fingers and toes again. It might feel a little difficult at first, but in just a few moments you should feel fully awake and refreshed. But just remember, anytime you want to come back to this feeling, you can. Iâm proud of you đŠˇ
Yes, Baby Indica your diapers have to be thicker. Your mommy has it made it clear your too little to walk. The daycare put this cutie in a thick spreader diaper to help her get used to crawling like an adorable baby girl.
Daddy caught me trying on my old sexy clothes again
Babygirl, what are you doing? You know these clothes are for sexy girls. Sexy clothes for sexy girls... and you aren't sexy anymore. You're absolutely the cutest little girl in the world, but you are by no means.. sexy. Maybe I should offer them to your friend? Yes! That's a fantastic idea. I'll grather all of your old lingerie and sexy clothes, and gift them to your best friend! After all. Sexy clothes are for sexy girls *winks*. Oh baby, don't whine, I know you'll miss your old clothes, but maybe she'll come over and model them for us! I know I'm dying to see that!! *Adjusts himself* anyways, let's snap a couple of photos for your baby album, I just love showing that off!
I feel like I almost want to be a bed wetter at this point because I have to wake up in the middle of the night basically every night to go pee and I'm so tired of not being able to sleep through the night đ
The moon hung low in the sky, casting a silver glow through the half-drawn curtains of lizzyâs bedroom. The clock on her nightstand read 2:47 AM, its dim red digits a cruel reminder of yet another night interrupted. She groaned as she rolled out of bed, her bare feet padding softly against the cool hardwood floor. The routine was exhausting: wake up, stumble to the bathroom, pee, and then attempt to fall back asleep, only to repeat the cycle in another two or three hours. Tonight, however, the frustration had reached a boiling point.
lizzy rubbed her bleary eyes as she shuffled down the hallway, her mind foggy with sleep. The air was still, the house silent except for the faint hum of the refrigerator downstairs. She paused at the bathroom door, her hand resting on the frame as she let out a sigh. Why canât I just sleep through the night? she thought, her voice a whisper in her own mind. The idea of not having to drag herself out of bed every few hours, felt like a distant dream.
And then, as if the universe had been listening, a new thought crept in, one that surprised even her. I almost wish I was a bed wetter. The words formed in her mind before she could stop them. The idea was absurd, of course. But the exhaustion was wearing her down.
lizzy shook her head, as if the physical motion could dislodge the ridiculous notion. But as she turned toward the window at the end of the hallway, something caught her eye. A streak of light tore across the night sky, a shooting star burning bright and fast. She froze, her breath catching in her throat.
The star vanished as quickly as it had appeared, leaving behind only the faintest afterimage in her vision. lizzy blinked, suddenly aware of how silly she must look, standing in the middle of the hallway in her pajamas, talking to the night sky. She shook her head again, this time with a small, tired laugh, and finally made her way to the bathroom.
lizzy woke slowly, her mind surfacing from a deep, dreamless sleep. The first thing she noticed was how rested she felt, no grogginess, no lingering exhaustion, just a quiet, unfamiliar clarity. She blinked, her eyelids heavy but not from fatigue. The room around her was bathed in soft, golden morning light, filtering through the curtains in a way that felt⌠different.
She stretched, her fingers brushing against something smooth and cool. A pacifier? She froze, her breath hitching as she rolled onto her side. The room wasnât her room, not the one she remembered, at least. The walls were painted a soothing pastel, the furniture sturdy but playful, like a nursery⌠but scaled for her adult body. The crib stood in the corner, and a changing table sat against the far wall, stocked with stacks of diapers that made her stomach twist.
And then there was the feeling. A damp, heavy warmth between her legs. She shifted slightly, her cheeks flushing as she realized: she was wearing a diaper. A soaked one.
lizzyâs heart pounded. This wasnât right. None of it was. But before she could process it further, the door creaked open. Her roommate, Sarah, stepped inside, her expression soft and knowing. She didnât knock. She didnât ask. She simply walked over, crouched down, and, without a word, began checking lizzyâs diaper.
âSuch a good sleeper,â Sarah cooed, her voice warm with approval. âYou didnât stir once. Not even a little.â
lizzyâs lips twitched. The situation was absurd, surreal, but the praise that felt real. A giggle bubbled up, unstoppable, as Sarah finished her diaper check and gave her an approving pat on the head.
lizzy couldnât help it. She giggled again, the sound bright and unguarded, even as her mind raced with questions.
Mama had been making you tell her whenever you were going to use your diaper. At first it was humiliating, making you squat down and use your diapers in front of her while she coos praises to you. But the embarrassment left you weeks ago, it almost feels like a chore at this point. You never really understood why, but after she praises you for filling your diapers, you would hear it.
*Click*
Not too loud, but enough to be noticeable every time, coming from a little black button Mama wears around her wrist.
*Click*
The innocent sound started to work its way into your brain, now you expect to hear it any time you use your diapers.
*Click*
As you have many times before, you go to Mama to use your diapers. "Mama, I hafta-"
*Click*
In an instant your head is flooded with dopamine and your bladder lets go entirely despite your best efforts to make it stop. Mama lets out a satisfied hum as she watches the wetness indicator between your legs turn blue. All you can do is whimper as she showers you in more praise than ever~~
Girlfriend who is so determined to get you into diapers she forcibly takes your potty training from you đľâđŤ every night she pretends to go to sleep with you only to slink out of bed, coming back with a bowl of warm water. She puts your hand in it and watches as you wet the bed helplessly.
She wakes you up in the morning to show you what youâve done and you promise her through tears itâs just a blip! âAw baby, donât worry! Iâm sure itâs just a one offâŚâ and here comes this but âbut just in case maybe you should wear a pull up tonight?â
You donât even question why she has pull ups just on hand but she talks you into it with that silver tongue of hers over the course of the day and you find yourself standing as she helps you into a pull up, sliding it up your hips as you stand there rethinking your life choices.
Rinse and repeat⌠she stands and watches as you wet your pull up, hand in the bowl again. Just as she hoped, your pull up overflows and you wet the bed anyway. This time, she wakes you up feigning concern as her lovely girlfriend is clearly a proper bedwetter now and she just must have you wear thicker padding tonight, no ifs or buts!
Again, you donât question why she has a pack of adult diapers in the wardrobe, youâre just thankful that sheâs so prepared for your accidents! Your girlfriend praises you as she tapes you, her adult partner, into a diaper! âGosh you look so cute in this! You should totally wear these all the time!â She says as she presses a quick peck to your lips and helps you up.
She does this for months until youâre a genuine bed wetter, never waking up with a dry diaper ever again. At least youâre okay during the day right? Sure⌠until she starts adding those pills to your juiceâŚ
Despite your trembling fear at what's about to happen, this part is easy: after two hours squatting in the corner, waiting for the laxatives to finish their dirty work, even the curve of His thigh provides a moment's relief to your aching calves.
"Pick up your feet."
You hesitate for just the ghost of a moment. It's not that you're trying to disobey: He trained that out of you months ago. But when the only mental stimulation you've had since last year are mindless cartoons, stacking colorful blocks, and staring at the floor during Tummy Time, you've found the connection between your brain and your body has started to atrophy.
"Pick 'em up!"
It's firm, but not cruel. He knows you're resigned to your fate, but He's already getting impatient.
The sudden pressure on the seat of your diaper causes you to cry out into the muffling rubber nipple of your pacifier. He hasn't had to secure that to your head for quite some time; your mouth now feels strange and unpleasant the few minutes a day you're not suckling it.
"Mmmnh! Mmmnh! Mmmmh! Mmmnh mmmmh mmmmnh!"
The first few bounces are startling, and do the most to spread your mushy mess into every crinkling crevice of your fluffy diaper. After a few seconds, there's a pause, and you wonder stupidly if that might be the end of the punishment. But He simply smacks the back of your diaper, making sure no part of your butt is spared from being slathered in the slick, brown mess you were forced to make.
"Mmmmnh...mnnh mnnh mnnh mnnh...."
You continue to whine as the bouncing knee picks up again in earnest, but it's more on principle than anything. He doesn't mind when you whine, as long as you do what you're told. Now that the damage is done, you try to concentrate on the rhythmic pressure being applied to your poopy parts...
"Mnnnnh mnnnnnnnnnnnnnh!"
It doesn't take nearly as long as you'd expect to get excited. You're never allowed to have Big Girl fun, and your Tummy Time is strictly monitored to make sure you can't try. You know you'll get in trouble. You know you'll be spanked until you can't waddle for a week. But your body is making the decision for you.
"Mmmmnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnggggggghhh..."
Your final, plaintive moan is one of both ecstasy and disappointment. The swirling butterflies you had felt in your diaper explode and send happy electricity up your spine...but it all happens so quickly. You had wanted time to savor it. To enjoy it. And now you'll be punished for sure.
"Don't let your feet touch the ground."
The lapse in concentration causes your toes to scrape the floor. Filled with shame and self-loathing, you snap up your heels and continue to moan and whine as the bouncing knee continues. Maybe there's time to try again...maybe you can find the butterflies. You can feel them swirling around already, preparing for an encore performance. Just one more time would fix you, and make your punishment worth it. Hurry up, butterflies! Hurry up!
âGood morning, little cucky,â the monster cooed, peering over the bars of the crib. âHappy Valentineâs Day! Could you hear the grown-ups having their fun earlier, sweetie? I hope we didnât wake youâŚâ
Debbie glowered at her, all too aware of how ridiculous she must look trying to be intimidating with a pacifier bobbing in her mouth, lying at the bottom of an oversized crib beneath a set of Disney princess bedsheets. Her eyes were red, and there were tears drying on her cheeks as well. She had indeed woken up to the loud sounds of lovemaking coming from her former bedroom.
The Succubus laughed. âOh dear! Someoneâs a very grumpy girl today! Looks like we did wake you after all, huh? I guess youâll just have to have an extra-long nap this afternoon to make up for it. But right now itâs time to get you up and dressed, little one!â She flung back the princess covers to reveal Debbieâs body, nude but for the thick disposable diaper around her waist.
Debbie slipped out of her crib, her nappy sagging heavily between her legs as she got to her feet. Her bottom lip trembled behind her soother. Sheâd woken up wet again.
The Succubus reached out, grinning like a Cheshire cat, and put her hand on Debbieâs crotch. Debbie could feel the cold, soggy padding pressing against her pussy. âThatâs my little bedwetter,â said the Succubus softly. She slipped a finger past the leak guards, her eyes not leaving Debbieâs face. âSoaked again... Mummyâs poor widdle baby just canât contwol herself, can she?â Then she spun her around and pulled out the back of her diaper. âBut youâre still not pooping at night.â She turned her back around, smiling horribly. âDonât worry though. Sooner or later youâll start waking up stinky.â
Debbie imagined waking up every morning to a yucky mess in the seat of her pants and no memory of how it had got there, and felt sick at the thought. The Succubus wanted her to be fully incontinent. Her horrifying voice power had served to strip Debbie of most of her daytime control, but her commands didnât work as well when Debbie was sleeping. It had taken weeks of âspecial medicineâ in her baby bottles, but now she was starting to reliably wake up in pissy Pampers. Yet the creature who had stolen her adulthood clearly wouldnât be satisfied until she was doing the most babyish thing possible in her pants while she slept.
Once her hair was tied up in pigtails, frilly socks had been pulled over her feet, and she was dressed in a pale pink frock that failed to reach past the drooping, discoloured seat of her nappy (her overnight diaper was never changed before she made her morning poo-poo), Debbie was ready to head downstairs for breakfast. Mealtimes had been bad enough from the start, when the demon liked to cram her body inside a tight highchair, tie a bib around her neck, and feed her jar after jar of bland, mushy baby food â but things had become even worse ever since sheâd realised there was another, better way to feed her âbaby girlâ.
They headed into the living room rather than the kitchen once theyâd gone down the stairs, to find John lounging in an armchair having just finished his breakfast. His empty tray was sitting on a table beside him.
âGo and kiss Daddy good morning,â said the Succubus, patting Debbieâs diapered bottom to send her on her way.
Debbie hurried over to her husband. She wasnât really allowed to kiss him, she knew. Instead she pressed the shield of her binky briefly against his cheek and let him pat her on the head. âGood morning, pretty princess,â he cooed, and Debbieâs heart did a little flutter despite herself.
She turned around and felt her stomach roll, as it always did, at the sight of the Succubus sitting on the sofa with her large, heavy tits out of her top. A droplet of milk was glistening on the end of one of her nipples. âCome to Mummy, baby,â she said seductively, her dark eyes burning like coals. âTime for your feeding.â
Debbie toddled to the sofa, diaper crinkling noisily, and lay herself across the monster womanâs lap. It had taken a while for her milk to come in, but now she produced enough that Debbie had three meals a day from her boobs, supplemented in the evenings by oatmeal and store-bought baby food. With a wet pop, the Succubus removed the dummy from her mouth and guided her lips slowly towards her waiting breast, clearly savouring the look of revulsion on her victimâs face.
Debbie felt the warm nipple enter her mouth, and her lips closed around it and began to suckle instinctively, enthusiastically, against her will. Hot, creamy breastmilk ran down her throat at once. It had a rum-like sweetness to it that wasnât entirely unpleasant, but no matter how hard she tried, Debbie couldnât ignore the fact that she was guzzling milk from another womanâs tits. It didnât help that the Succubus cooed to her in a sickening sweet voice while she fed.
âGood girl, Debbie! Drink up all your milkies, thatâs a good baby. Isnât it yummy-wummy? Straight from Mummyâs boobies to babyâs belly.â
The milk seemed endless, and Debbieâs stomach already felt full to bursting when she was moved onto the second breast. But she knew better than to try and fight. That would just make the creature use that cold, awful voice, and Debbie would simply end up doing as she was told anyway. She may even earn herself a spanking to boot. At last she finished her breakfast, and after being briefly burped with her head over the Succubusâs shoulder, the monster kissed her on the forehead, shoved her pacifier back between her lips, and got up. âTime for Mummy to have her breakfast too,â she said, her eyes sparkling. âI think pancakes sound tasty. You stay here and behave yourself, okay sweetie?â And she left Debbie sitting on the sofa feeling heavy and tired, with her tummy full to the brim with breastmilk.
But Debbie knew she had a rare opportunity. It wasnât often that the Succubus left her alone with her husband. John was still in his armchair, reading the paper, and the moment the demon left the living room, Debbie got off the sofa and waddled over to him as fast as she could. She could feel the milk sloshing around in her stomach. John looked up from his paper at the sound of her rustling diaper just as she reached him. Pushing aside his newspaper, her gaze fixed on his handsome face, Debbie clambered into her husbandâs lap and straddled one of his legs. She bounced impatiently on his knee, and John wrinkled his nose at the pee-pee smell, but he chuckled indulgently all the same. âDo you want a horsey-ride, little missy?â
âYes please,â Debbie whispered breathily, her soother falling from her mouth and dangling on the end of its chord. It had been over two weeks since sheâd last had the opportunity for a âhorsey-rideâ on his lap, but she felt that if the two of them could just have something resembling an intimate moment today, on Valentineâs Day, it would somehow undo the Succubusâs brainwashing and make John see her as a woman again.
John raised his eyebrow at her.
âYes please, Daddy,â she corrected, hating the monster that had done this to her loving husband.
John nodded, satisfied, and started to bounce his knee. âHorsey, horsey, donât you stop,â he sang, âjust let your feet go clippety-clop!â
Debbie suppressed a moan of pleasure as her padded pussy was pressed hard against his knee with each bounce. If she closed her eyes and ignored the singing, if she pressed her body against his chest and pretended her pants werenât full of pee-pee, she could almost pretend that they were making love.
âYour tail goes swish and your wheels go round!â
Her clit was pulsing delightfully. She could feel herself getting closer and closer to orgasm. She was so desperate these days. She was almost there⌠She was right on the edgeâŚ
âGiddy up, weâre homeward bound!â
âI think thatâs enough of that!â came the Succubusâs amused voice, and Debbie felt arms loop around her middle and lift her effortlessly off her husbandâs knee.
âNoooo!â she shrieked, kicking her legs and humping the air desperately. Her pussy was spasming, tantalisingly close to relief. âNo! No! No!â
Her feet hit the floor and there was a sharp smack on her bottom. âArenât you a lucky girl, getting to play on Daddyâs lap for a bit!â the demon crooned darkly. She swatted Debbieâs bottom again. âBut settle down now, babykins. You canât play horsey forever, and Daddy doesnât want you rubbing your disgusting, piss-soaked diaper all over him.â
âPleeeeaseâŚâ Debbie begged, tears welling up in her eyes. She pressed her hand against the front of her nappy and started to rub. She couldnât stop herself. She needed release.
âBad girl, Debbie!â the Succubus scolded, pushing her hands away from her crotch. âIs that what Mummyâs taught you to do when youâre feeling naughty tingles in your no-no spot?â
Debbie whined. She clenched her fists at her sides and bounced on the spot. Her pussy was so achy. She hated asking, hated what it involved, but it was the only time the Succubus ever allowed her to orgasm. Most of the time the monster refused her. But occasionally, just frequently enough, sheâd say yes.
âMummyâŚâ Debbie said through gritted teeth. âPlease can I have sex?â
âKeep going, baby,â the Succubus said, her eyes glittering maliciously. âAsk properly.â
âI know⌠I know Iâm too silly and little for real sex,â said Debbie, glaring at the floor, âbut I want to play pretend. Please can I have sex with my teddy bear?â
The Succubus ran her fingers through one of Debbieâs pigtails, considering, letting the silence drag on. âYes you may, baby,â she said finally. âGo get teddy.â
Debbie rushed over to the toybox that sat in the corner of the room and pulled out an enormous teddy bear, disentangling him from some of her dress-up clothes. But sheâd only gone two steps back towards the Succubus when she stopped dead. For a moment, she couldnât figure out what was wrong. Then a soft grunt escaped her lips. Her knees began to bend, and she found herself sinking into an uncontrollable squat. Tears spilled down her cheeks. âNoâŚâ she sobbed.
âUh-oh!â sang the Succubus, and Debbie could hear the grin on her face. âLooks like itâs time for someoneâs morning whoopsies!â
John laughed. âIâm just glad she waited until she was out of my lap!â
Debbie let out a loud, unladylike grunt, following by another sob, and then she got to work pushing last nightâs din-dins into her pants. Her diaper drooped even lower beneath the hem of her frock as a heavy, smelly mess dropped into the back. Her face was scrunched up as though she was straining with all her might to make as big of a poo-poo as she possibly could in her Pampers, although the truth was that she was quite out of control of her own body. Her nappy sagged again as she dumped another load into it, accompanied by a fresh wave of wee-wee, so that her baby pants hung so heavily between her thighs they were halfway down to her knees. Then, with a final grunt, Debbie straightened up.
âMummyâŚâ she whimpered. âPlease can I have a change before⌠beforeâŚâ
The Succubusâs face was as full of delight as Debbieâs was with horror. She approached the quivering baby woman like a predator. âNo, little one,â she said, her tone mocking. âIf you want your special rub-rubs today then you have to have them now, in your dirty diaper.â She shoved Debbieâs dummy back between her lips, took her by the hand, and led her over to the centre of the room. âPut teddy down here,â she said, pointing at the floor. Arms trembling, Debbie did as she was told. She felt sick with shame, but even with the horrible, babyish mess in her pants, her pussy was still burning needily. âGood girl,â said the monster, flushed with arousal. âNow you can have sex with teddy, and I can have sex with your husband.â She looked over at John. âReady for round two?â she asked, smirking.
John grinned back and started to undo his belt as his lover strutted over to him, stripping off her clothes as she went. Meanwhile Debbie lowered herself gently to the floor, on top of her teddy bear. She nearly gagged when the poop in her diaper squished against her bottom, but she was almost too horny to care. The first thrust against teddy sent a wave of pleasure coursing through her body, and she couldnât stop herself moaning like a slut. She heard John and the Succubus laugh, but she kept going, grinding her aching, diaper-clad pussy against her bear, picking up speed. But then she made the mistake of looking up, and although she didnât stop humping, Debbie started to wail at the sight of the demon riding her husbandâs cock. She was straddling his lap, bouncing up and down on his manhood with her head thrown back in ecstasy. âOh, oh, ohhh!â she moaned.
Debbie felt her orgasm getting closer and closer, but she couldnât tear her eyes away from the nightmare happening before her. She sucked frantically on her binky and went cross-eyed as she thrust against her teddy bear, her head dizzy with need. She was right on the edge. And then she was over it, she was cumming in her stinky, sopping wet diaper â and as she did, the Succubus looked over her shoulder with an evil smile and whispered, âHappy Valentineâs Day, baby girlâŚâ
Samantha had been staying late all weekâpartly to impress her boss, Mr. Grayson, and partly because being alone in the office gave her a quiet sense of safety. She could let her mind wander without the pressure of perfection, without the team watching her every move.
Tonight, like the others, she sat at her desk long past dark, surrounded by empty coffee cups, spreadsheets, and flickering fluorescent lights. Her back ached, her fingers were numb, and her thoughts kept driftingâaway from inventory reports and towards something softer.
She bit her lip, looking around nervously. No one else should still be on the 14th floor. She pulled open a hidden tab in her browser, heart racing.
An ABDL forum. Pictures of plush nurseries, stories about strict daddies, girls like her being put in diapers and made to call someone "Daddy" while their adult selves melted away. Samantha's cheeks flushed hot. Her mouse hovered over a thread: "Public Exposure & Office Embarrassment."
She clicked.
Snap. A noise behind her. Paper? Footsteps?
She jumped, nearly knocking over her coffee.
âWorking late again, Samantha?â came the unmistakably deep voice of Mr. Grayson.
Her blood turned to ice. She fumbled to close the tab, but the screen froze. The thread remained open.
Grayson stepped forward, arms folded. His eyes locked on the screen before flicking back to her flushed face.
âWell now,â he said, a dangerous calm in his voice. âI didnât realize we were into⌠this sort of thing.â
âIâIâm sorry, I didnât mean toâIt was justâ" she stammered.
âLooking at fetish content on a company computer. Not very professional,â he murmured, voice low and commanding. âEspecially content about being babied. Tsk tsk.â
She opened her mouth to pleadâbut he was already circling her desk, now behind her, close enough she could smell his cologne.
âYouâve been stressed. Overworked. Neglecting your needs,â he continued, almost thoughtful. âBut if this is what you really wantâŚâ
Her stomach dropped as she felt his hand on her shoulder. Firm. Deciding.
âYou need structure, donât you, little girl?â he whispered. âDiscipline. Nap times. Diapers.â
She whimperedâpart fear, part excitement. Her secret was no longer secret.
âYouâre not going home tonight,â he said, pulling out his key ring. âWe have a nursery in the executive suite. It used to be a wellness room, but I think itâll suit you just fine.â
âWaitâI canâtâMr. Grayson, pleaseââ
âYouâll call me Daddy,â he corrected, tugging her gently to her feet. âOr Iâll add extra pacifier time.â
She stumbled after him, shoes clicking nervously on the tile, heart thundering. They entered the sleek, unused suiteâand sure enough, the old âwellnessâ room had been subtly renovated: a padded changing table, a soft pink crib, shelves lined with wipes, bottles, and thick crinkly diapers.
Samantha gasped.
âYouâve had this ready?â she whispered.
âI prepare for high-performing employees,â he said with a smirk. âEspecially the ones who clearly need to be put in their place.â
He sat down in a cushioned chair and patted his lap. âCome now, baby girl. Pants down. Letâs get that big-girl stress off and that diaper on.â
Samantha hesitated, eyes darting between the padded changing table and the chair where Mr. Grayson sat, legs spread just enough to look both commanding and inviting. Her voice caught in her throat.
âIâI donât think I canââ
âShhh,â he said, standing and stepping closer. âYouâve already shown me what you need. You just donât know how to ask for it yet.â
His fingers gently brushed her waistband, thumbs sliding under her skirt. âBe a good girl for me.â
Her cheeks flamed red, but she obeyed, trembling. Slowly, her pencil skirt was pulled downâthen her lacy panties, soaked with nervous sweat and⌠something else. She whimpered, instinctively covering herself.
âAh-ah,â he said firmly. âLittle girls donât get modesty. Arms up.â
Tears pricked her eyes as she obeyed. He guided her back, laying her across the padded table like she weighed nothing at all. The overhead lights hummed as he retrieved the diaperâthick, snow white, crinkling ominously in his hands. She could see the pastel pink tapes, the soft baby-print plastic. It was real.
She swallowed hard. âPlease⌠I donât want to be a babyâŚâ
âNo,â he agreed. âYou want to be forced to be one.â
The words hit her like a jolt. He knew her. Knew that deep down, being stripped of control, treated like a helpless little thingâit wasnât just punishment. It was release.
And so, she lay there, helpless, as he gently wiped her down with cool baby wipes, his hands firm and thorough. He powdered her, the soft scent filling her nose. And then the diaperâso thick it forced her thighs apartâwas slid under her and taped snugly in place.
Crinkle.
Her new reality pressed against her like a heavy dream. No panties. No dignity. Just the sound of plastic and the scent of powder.
âNow,â he said, helping her to sit up, âletâs get baby into something more appropriate.â
He pulled out a pink onesie with Daddyâs Little Stinker across the chest and guided her arms into it. Snaps at the crotch sealed her into humiliation. She gasped as the onesie pressed her thick diaper against her, reminding her with every movement that she was no longer a woman with authority.
She was Daddyâs baby.
LaterâŚ
Samantha sat in a highchair in the corner of the suite, knees forced apart by her thick padding. Her hands were in mittensâuseless, soft, babyish. A bib hung around her neck.
Graysonâno, Daddyâstood beside her, spooning warm applesauce into her mouth.
âOpen wide, little one,â he cooed. âYou need your strength. Big babies who snoop on naughty websites donât get grown-up food.â
She pouted, but obeyed. Her lips parted, and the spoon slid in. Sweet mush. Her cheeks puffed adorably as she chewed, more on instinct than will.
âYouâll sleep here tonight,â Daddy said, wiping her chin with the bib. âAnd tomorrow, youâll come to work like this. Diapered. Iâll check you every hour. Understood?â
Her eyes widened.
âWh-what if someone seesâ?â
âThey will. Thatâs part of your training. Weâll start with a pacifier. Then a bottle at your desk. Then⌠maybe a public changing when you inevitably leak.â
Samantha squirmed, feeling the crinkling reminder of just how vulnerable she was.
âI wonât make itâŚâ she whispered.
Daddy leaned in, pressing a kiss to her forehead. âThatâs the point, sweetheart.â
That night, the crib bars locked into place with a soft click.
Samantha lay inside, squirming against the thickness between her thighs, her cheeks still burning from the spoon-feeding. Her mittens had been secured with little locking cuffs, uselessly balled up beside her as she sucked on a large pink pacifier strapped gently but firmly behind her head.
Daddy had dimmed the lights and turned on a mobileâsoft lullaby music and dangling plush stars spinning slowly above her head. It was humiliating. Infantile. Utterly degrading.
And somehow⌠the safest sheâd felt in years.
Her thoughts buzzed with confusion and exhaustion until Daddy returned with a baby bottle. âWarm milk and something to help you sleep,â he whispered. âDrink up, sweetheart.â
She nursed obediently from the nipple, whimpering softly. She couldnât believe this was her life now. She also couldnât believe how right it felt. And when the inevitable happenedâher bladder giving way after the milk, warm wetness pooling in the diaperâher body tensed in shame.
He noticed, of course.
âAww⌠baby had her first accident,â he cooed softly, gently patting her squishy front. âYouâll get used to that feeling. By the end of the week, youâll go without even noticing.â
The Next MorningâŚ
She woke to the sound of the mobile again, and Daddy checking her diaper with a practiced hand.
âCompletely soaked. Good girl.â
She blushed as he cleaned her, humming softly, then dressed her for the workday: a crisp blouse, pleated skirt long enough to barely hide the bulge of her diaper, and underneath? Nothing adult. Just thick, crinkling padding and pink baby prints.
Then came the pacifierâhung from a ribbon around her neck âjust in caseââand a baby bottle in her lunch bag, filled with formula.
At her desk, things started normallyâuntil the crinkling under her skirt made her shift constantly, and people started to notice.
Her coworker Megan passed by. âYou okay, Sam? You look⌠kinda stiff today.â
Samantha faked a laugh. âJust sore from sitting too much. Long night.â
âOh? I thought I saw Mr. Grayson take you into the executive suite.â
She turned crimson. âIâI donât know what you mean.â
Mid-Morning
A message popped up on her screen:
Daddy: Wet yet? Break room. Now.
Her stomach twisted. She obeyed.
He was waiting in the break room, arms crossed.
âBend over the counter.â
âButâsomeone might come inââ
âI said bend.â
Heart hammering, she obeyed. The hem of her skirt lifted just enough to expose the bottom edge of her diaper.
Rustle⌠squishâŚ
âStill dry,â he said. âImpressive. But we both know it wonât last. Drink your bottle now. All of it.â
She did, cheeks red as coworkers walked past, some glancing twice. Had they heard the crinkle? Had they seen?
Later That DayâŚ
She sat in a meeting. The big one. Department heads. Charts. Reports.
And her stomach hurt.
The bottle. The warm formula. Her muscles tightenedâ
No. Not now. Not in front of everyone.
But the pressure grew unbearable. And the diapers⌠they made it so easy to give up.
Her body betrayed her.
HssssssssssâŚ
The warmth spread. She gasped, eyes wide. The diaper expanded. She couldnât hide it. A faint squish came with every breathless shift. She froze.
Mr. Grayson didnât look at herâbut his smirk said it all.
After the MeetingâŚ
She tried to escape to the restroom, but he intercepted her.
âWet?â
She didnât answer.
âLift your skirt.â
âW-what? Not here!â
But he pushed her against the wall, whispering hot against her ear. âDo you want Daddy to check you in front of everyone instead?â
Whimpering, she lifted the back of her skirt just enough.
Squish.
âJust as I thought. Leaked a bit, didnât you?â
She nodded, eyes downcast.
âThen letâs go get you changed. Youâve earned a spanking for trying to hide it.â
The nursery was quiet and peaceful in the soft afternoon light.
She lay on her back in the crib, staring up at the gentle spinning mobile above her. The room smelled like baby powder and vanilla, the familiar comforting scent that always surrounded her now. She was supposed to be napping, but sleep refused to come.
Itâs been so long since Daddy touched me like that, the way he used to kiss me hard, the way his hands would slide under my clothes and make me feel like a real woman⌠I miss it. I miss when heâd made me scream with pleasure. She thought, squirming restlessly under the blanket.
Her princess parts were tingling again, that warm, needy ache that had been building for weeks. Daddy still touched her constantly â lifting her into uppies and carrying her around the house like she weighed nothing, kissing her forehead, booping her on the nose, gently rubbing cream and powder between her legs during changes, blowing raspberries on her tummy until she giggled helplessly, cradling her close while she drank her nighttime baba. Those moments made her feel safe and loved, but lately they only made the other ache worse.
She glanced at the closed nursery door. Daddy had put her down for her afternoon nap almost an hour ago, but her body wouldnât settle.
Her hand slipped under the blanket, pressing against the front of her thick, soggy diaper. The padding was warm and heavy from earlier leaks, and the loud crinkle echoed in the quiet room as she rubbed tentatively.
Just a littleâŚDaddy wonât know. Iâll be quick and then I can nap like a good girl. She thought, cheeks already flushing.
She pushed her hand harder against the thick front, trying to reach inside the leg cuff, but the diaper was too bulky.
The crinkles grew louder with every frustrated movement, desperate to scratch her needy itch. She whimpered softly, hips rocking in tiny, desperate circles. The soggy padding squished warmly against her, but it wasnât enough. It never was anymore.
Downstairs, Daddy was finishing up in the kitchen when the doorbell rang. He smiled to himself as he opened the door.
Hayley stood on the porch, looking elegant in her red dress that accentuated her womanly curves in all the right places. She was holding a brightly wrapped gift bag. Her eyes lit up with genuine excitement when she saw him.
âHey there,â she said warmly, stepping forward to hug him. âI brought the ballerina Barbie for her. I remembered her talking about it at the little and caregiver meetups. I canât wait to give it to her! Iâve been thinking about her nonstop.â
Daddy pulled her into a warm hug, lingering just a second longer than friendly. âSheâs going to love it. Come in. Sheâs supposed to be napping, but I think itâs time to wake her up anyway.â
They stepped into the living room. Hayley glanced toward the stairs, her voice bright and eager. âIâm really excited to see her. Sheâs just so adorable. Iâve always wanted a little girl, and the moment I met you both at the caregiver and little meetup Iâve just wanted to scoop her up and feed her a bottle while I rock her to sleepâ.
Daddy smiled warmly at Hayley. âI know exactly what you meanâ.
Then he reached into his back pants pocket to retrieve his phone. âLet me check the nursery camera first. Sheâs been a bit fussy lately about naps.â
He opened the app. The camera feed showed the crib clearly. His little girl was on her back, legs slightly spread, one hand rubbing frantically at the front of her diaper. The soggy padding crinkled loudly with every desperate movement. Her face was flushed, eyes half-closed, paci bobbing, hips grinding against her own hand.
Daddy sighed softly, a mix of fondness and concern. âSheâs supposed to be sleeping right now. This means Iâm going to have a cranky baby tonight because she didnât get her afternoon nap.â
Hayley leaned in closer to see the screen, her expression melting into affectionate delight. âAww, look at her. Someone is a bit fussy in her diapie, isnât she? Poor sweetpea. Sheâs so deep in little space she doesnât even realise we can see her. Sheâs absolutely precious.â
Daddy nodded, watching his baby girlâs hips rock faster. âSheâs been missing our old adult playtime. Iâve been denying her because sheâs just too sweet and tiny for that anymore. I want to protect her, not complicate her.â
Hayley gave him a sympathetic look and placed a gentle hand on his arm. âI went through the same thing with my previous little boy. Once I helped him realise how good his diapers made him feel, he became addicted to his soggy padding for pleasure instead. No more icky adult stuff he couldnât handle. It was the best thing for him.â
Daddy looked at her, grateful. âThatâs exactly where I want to get her. Sheâs not there yet, but I think having a Mommy will help. Co-parenting her⌠two of us to look after her when Iâm at work. She needs constant care.â
Hayley smiled brightly, squeezing his hand. âIâm already wrapped around her little finger. I canât wait to be her Mommy. Letâs go wake up our baby girl.â
Upstairs, she was still lost in her frustration. Her hand rubbed faster against the thick, soggy front of her diaper, the loud crinkles filling the nursery. The pressure was building, but it stayed just out of reach. She whimpered around her paci, hips grinding desperately.
The nursery door opened.
Daddy and Hayley stepped inside.
She froze mid-rub, eyes wide with shock as she saw both of them standing there. Her cheeks exploded into deep crimson. She yanked her hand away from her diaper, but it was too late. They had seen everything.
Daddy approached the crib with a gentle smile, reaching in to scoop her up into his arms. He settled her on his hip, one hand supporting her padded bottom.
âAww, my poor baby girl is feeling all frustrated and horny in her soggy diaper, arenât you, princess?â he cooed, bouncing her lightly. The wet padding squished audibly with each movement.
She couldnât speak. She could only stare back at Mommy Hayley, mortified that this lovely woman from the little and caregivers meetups they had been attending was seeing her like this, flushed, paci in mouth, humping her diaper like a desperate little baby.
âMommy Hayley has come over to play with you today, princess,â Daddy said gently bouncing her some more, his voice warm and reassuring.
âSheâs bought you a present. Would you like to see it?â Daddy tells her excitedly trying to distract her and take her mind off the tingly feeling in her diaper.
Hayley smiled softly at Daddy placing a hand on his shoulder. âAww look the poor girl is still frustrated. She needs to learn to use her diapers to make her feel good, and then she can have her present.â
Daddy looked a little hesitant, glancing at Hayley, but she nodded her head encouragingly. So Daddy began, âOkay princess, Daddy is going to show you what to do with your horniness whenever it arises.â
He turns to look at Hayley and she smiles and walks out of the room without a word.
âWhereâs she going Dada?â She lisped around her pacifier.
âTo get your pillow sweetheart,â he says.
She stared at him confused. My pillow? I donât need a pillow. I already have plenty.
Just then Hayley returns holding a small pink pillow and places it in the middle of the crib. While Daddy simultaneously lowers her onto it so that itâs laying between her legs and her diapered mound.
Her princess parts started tingling again as she felt the pressure of her princess parts being pressed into her soggy diaper and the soft pillow beneath her.
âThis is your humping pillow baby girl,â Daddy says gently. âItâs for you to use to make your cummies. The only way youâre allowed to do so.â
She looked at Daddy unsure, and then at Mommy Hayley, who was now standing close to Daddy â very close â looking at her with a fond expression.
Daddy smiled at her and said, âGo ahead baby girl, do what feels right. Hump your soggy diaper and make cummies for Mommy and Daddy.â
Did he just say Mommy AND Daddy?
She definitely heard him say that, but her diaper was making her too squirmy and her brain had been in a fuzzy daze ever since Daddy stopped looking at her the way he used to when they met.
And now that she thought about it, heâd been looking that way at Mommy Hayley whenever they saw each other at the little and caregiver meet ups.
But with both of them peering down at her in her crib with such love and affection in their eyes, she couldnât even fight it anymore. Her hips began to rock and glide her soggy diaper against the pillow.
âGood girl, that feels wonderful, doesnât it?â Mommy Hayley spoke.
Now completely focused on the warm feeling growing in her diaper and enjoying the bolts of pleasure each movement sent through her with each glide of the pillow. She whimpered behind her binky, finally feeling like she might get the release sheâd so desperately been craving.
Daddy speaks with a syrupy-rich tone, âDaddyâs going to teach you how to have a diapergasm sweetheart and you will become obsessed with it.
âYou see, a diapergasm comes from your princess parts being pressed up against and swaddled by your thick soaked padding, creating wonderful feelings everytime you glide against your pillow. Thereâs no penetration involved and a diapergasm is not only intense but leaves you wanting more.â
The sound of Daddyâs voice mixed with the loud, soggy crinkles coming from her humping as it sped up.
Daddy continues, âA big girlâs orgasm comes from sex with a man. Thereâs penetration and mutual exchange of pleasure. But youâre a precious innocent babygirl and canât handle a big girl orgasm and thatâs why youâll have diapergasms instead.â
Her humping was fast and loud now. The sounds of soggy crinkles could be heard all throughout the nursery. Daddyâs words werenât lost on her.
Iâm never going back. Diapers are my pleasure from now on.
With one last desperate, crinkly thrust into the little pink pillow, she climaxed into the most intense, mind-numbing diapergasm of her life. Her whole body trembled, eyes rolling back as wave after wave of fuzzy pleasure washed over her.
Her brain turned completely gooey, thoughts melting away until all she could feel was the warm, sticky mess in her diaper and the overwhelming bliss.
Daddy and Mommy Hayley watched their little one with soft, loving smiles for what seemed liked forever.
After a few more moments of bliss, Mommy Hayley moved the pillow aside while Daddy pulled out a pair of pink plastic pants printed with nursery animals and easily guided her legs through and pulled them up snugly around her poofy, soggy diaper.
âI was going to change that soggy diaper,â Daddy murmured, kissing her forehead, âbut a nap is more urgent right now, huh my sleepy little princess?â
She could only stare up at them, blinking slowly, suckling softly on her paci.
Mommy Hayley leaned in with a sweet, excited smile. âThose cute plastic pants will ensure you can have a nice nap without worrying about any leakies. Then once youâve woken up and been changed, you can open your present! How does that sound, buttercup?â
It sounded perfect.
Daddy and Mommy slowly walked out of the nursery, switching off the lights. They turned one last time to look at their sleepy little girl, gently humping the pillow even in her sleep as she drifted off.
Downstairs, Mommy and Daddy couldnât stop gushing about how sweet their little one was.
Daddy let out a long sigh. âIâm glad she knows that her pleasure comes from her diapers now. The poor thing kept asking for âbig girl time like we used toâ and I was running out of ways to distract her. Iâm glad she now has a way to scratch that itchâ
He turned to Hayley, eyes full of gratitude. âThank you for helping me do it. I think having a Mommy will be the best thing thatâs ever happened to her.â
Hayley reached her hand out and placed it on top of his. âSheâs as cute as a button and Iâm gonna spoil her rotten!â
Daddy chuckled. âWell wait till she sees the Barbie doll you bought her. Sheâs gonna drag you to every toy store from now on!â
Hayley smiled with a hint of a smirk, âWell Iâm looking forward to every toy store trip with the little cutie pie!â She then moved her hand from where it was resting, on top of his hand, on his knee, and began inching it towards his pants zipper.
She leaned forward and spoke into his ear âIâm especially looking forward to showing you how Daddies have orgasmsâŚâ
âYou see a Daddyâs orgasm comes from sex with a woman. Thereâs penetration and mutual exchange of pleasure but youâre a caregiver to an itty bitty baby girl. You havenât had the touch of a woman in so long thatâs why youâll have me insteadâŚâ
He cut her off by crashing his lips into hers as they both raced to take off their clothes, craving the passionate embrace of another adult.
All the while, their soggy little one slept soundly upstairs, none the wiser to the adult activities happening below her nursery.
Yeah it would be fun for the next girl in my life to be an ABDL gf however recently Iâve also been thinking why not just find a nice normal girl and corrupt the shit out of her - the amount of pages that follow mine that arnt even slightly inclined to this kink or have anything even kink related out there that still follow and interact with my content tells me that there may be more girls out there that are susceptible to being treated like oversized children, reduced to fussy messes that still have accidents in there pants than I previously and numerically thought there was. Whatâs the worst that can happen? If she says no - tough. Sheâs not an adult anymore, thereâs a real grown up in charge now so her opinion doesnât matter. Sheâs gonna end up like a baby one way or another the question remains just how susceptible and willing she is going to behave.
Rewarding a girl for her un-adult training with age appropriate rewards is a fun concept I want to try. Reward her for making accidents at night and waking up in a wet nappy in the morning with a few stuffed animal friend, a new paci maybe or something else that would only be enticing to an overgrown child like her as a well done for loosing herself to regression and slipping further and further away from being an adult and encouraging her with rewards that only seem more age appropriate with each passing day.
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