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I will never NOT share this. Easily my most favorite thing on here 😮💨
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I really love this video. It’s funny cause I now have a babysitter too. Hehehe ☺️
She’s definitely pushing one out!
Who in their right mind insisted on getting a babysitter for their eighteen-year-old daughter?
“Geez, dad,” Tessa had protested in a tone that verged on whining. “You’d think I’m a little kid or something the way you’re treating me! Why can’t you trust me to take care of myself like literally every other girl my age?” But he’d been adamant. “I’m not just going on a weekend getaway to Florida, Tessa-lation,” he repeated, using the pet name she’d been loathing for a good ten years already. “I’ll be in Brazil for a good five weeks at least - and what with the local crime news lately, I’d consider myself an awful father if I didn’t find someone to stay with you.” He stuffed a third pair of socks into his open suitcase, eyes peering over the top of his glasses. “Laura’s a great family friend, remember. We go way back. Look, why not think of her as a roommate - you know, just like you’ll be having once college starts this fall?”
She’d heaved a gusty sigh and stomped upstairs to flop listlessly on her bed. Clueless old Dad never understood anything. Laura was precisely the last person on earth she wanted to spend an afternoon with, let alone five entire weeks. She’d never forgotten the way Laura had held her babysitter position over her head for years, seemingly telling everyone she met about how she had been taking care of “Tiny Tessa” since she (Tessa) was in diapers. She squeezed her eyes tightly, trying vainly to shut out the memories. Wet sheets…her dad gently remonstrating…Laura giggling…the crinkle and remembered softness of the nighttime diapers she’d been made to wear… She sighed. Good lord. She was not ready for this - not at all.
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“Ooh, who’s a good little stinky baby for Mommy Laura?” cooed an unmistakable, sickeningly sweet voice. Tessa groaned and wriggled in disgust, feeling the warm mass pressing stickily against her bottom. How in the name of everything holy had it come to this?
Laura had simply been too much for her. From the moment her dad had left, Laura had taken charge - she decided what the meals would be, where they’d sit, when Tessa went to bed, even who got to answer the phone. Two days later, she was laying out Tessa’s clothes for the day and scolding her for sleeping in. Three days after that, Tessa had woken up in a wet bed - something she hadn’t done since she was eleven - and Laura had gone to town. There was nothing for it; Laura’s word was law thanks to her dad’s strict instructions, and when Laura decreed that Tessa would need nighttime protection, that was simply that.
But this…she squirmed in revulsion as she felt Laura’s groping hands firmly squeezing her now-soiled diaper, forcing the mush inside against her skin and spreading it out…reminding her of the incredibly infantile act she’d just performed. “You made me do it,” she choked out through her rage and tears. But Laura merely laughed. “Yes, I guess I did, you stupid little diaper baby. I know where you belong. I know how to treat overgrown little brats like you…guess I always have.” She laughed sardonically. “I told you, Tessa! All you had to do to get out of wearing diapers altogether was to keep them clean and dry for three hours. Simple, right? And you were stupid enough to take me up on it, without even thinking about all the coffee and juice you’d just had! Not to mention,” and here her silky voice dropped to a whisper, “a couple extra doses of laxatives that I may have accidentally dropped in your cup.”
Tessa choked back another sob, feeling Laura once more rubbing her thickly padded and thoroughly soiled derrière. Dad, please come back. Please… But she knew he wasn’t - not for a good long while. Until then, she’d be Laura’s diapered plaything, a mere toy for her to humiliate and degrade and experiment upon. Who knew what else Laura would have in store for her? To be honest, she wasn’t sure she wanted to know.
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She turned and looked at you, that dumb empty headed smile of hers grew across her face as the smell from her freshly filled diaper graced your nose.
“Did it happen again, Baby?”
She nodded enthusiastically as her hands quickly dropped her pink teddy bear to squish and feel the warm mass in the back of her pants.
“I bet it feels good, doesn’t it princess?”
Again her head rocked up and down in agreement. A small streak of drool leaked from the corner of her mouth, rolling down her chin before dropping onto her t-shirt. Her eyes rolled back into her head in a wave of pleasure she felt rubbing the padding which crinkled in her dainty fingers.
Daddy was just happy to see that his little girl was regressing just fine. A little trigger he implanted in her head meant that with every little “pushies” that she made, it made her grow stupider and stupider. Forgetting even basic words, counting and spelling, filling her head instead with the immense pleasure of her diapers.
Very soon he’d have the desperately horny baby girl who was constantly puddling and pooping in her diapers that he really wanted!
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Miranda sat watching TV in a white t-shirt and pink tights over her usual thick diaper. She had been wearing diapers for two years now ever since her parents decided she wasn’t mature enough for big girl things like panties. But Miranda didn’t mind anymore, she had grown used to diapers and using them. As she sat on the couch watching her show Miranda felt the familiar sensation that meant she had to use her diaper. Without missing a beat or losing her concentration on the TV show she was watching Miranda began to pee in her diaper. But as she felt her diaper grow warm and wet Miranda realised that she needed to do more than just wet her diaper. Again, without even looking away from the screen Miranda manoeuvred herself into a squatting position and began to push. Her pushing rewarded her with the feeling of a mess falling into the seat of her diaper. As soon as she had finished pooping her diaper Miranda got up from the couch, no longer concerned with the show she had been watching and made her way over to the balcony door. Once she was out on the balcony Miranda got her exercise ball out of the corner and placed it in the centre of the balcony. Then she turned around to get a good view of the town and slowly lowered herself onto the exercise ball, butt first. When she came into contact with the ball she felt the warm mess in her diaper squish and spread as she put all of her weight onto it. She liked that feeling, that’s why she did this almost every time she pooped her diaper. Ten minutes later Miranda’s mom came into the room and seeing the balcony door open she instantly knew what had happened. Sure enough she saw her twenty year old daughter on her exercise ball, bouncing up and down. “Miranda sweetie,” she called to her. “Let mommy change your stinky diaper now.”
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Hey, sis, trying to get in mom and dad’s liquor stash again?
Shut up!
You remember what happened last time you got in their alcohol…oh, wait, of course you do? You still have 3 days left before you get out of your diapers. I guess that’s what happens when you drink too much of mom and dads alcohol, pass out, and piss all over the couch.
It’s been a hard day, just leave me alone.
I bet it gets tougher when mom and dad find out that you tried to get in their liquor again.
They won’t find out unless you tell them.
You really think they’re that stupid? And if they ask me and I lie to them I’ll be in trouble with you.
If you keep your mouth shut, I’ll do all your chores for a week
Make it a month or I call and tell them right now.
3 months, and you don’t tell them even if they ask.
6 and you’ve got a deal.
Fine!
That doesn’t mean that they don’t already know, they did install a security system including cameras 2 weeks ago.
Why do you think I put my purse on the counter in front of the camera. Now shut up and leave me alone.
*2 hours later*
Girls, we’re home!
Hey, dad!
Where’s your sister?
In her room, she said she needed to work on her homework.
Really, and what else does she have in there?
I don’t think I need to tell you, I don’t think she knows there’s mics in the security cameras.
That’s what I thought, thank you…HEATHER GET IN HERE!
Yeah, dad?
Did you get into the liquor again?
Umm, no.
Are you lying to me?
Of course not.
Did you know that the security system records both video and audio.
Ummm…
And I heard the entire conversation?
But, umm, I, I just had a really rough day and needed something to help me chill.
Well, I’m going to make this simple, lean over the counter.
But-
I don’t care if your an adult in college, my house my rules, do it now.
Yes, sir.
How much did you drink?
Ummm, I think it was 2 or 3 shots.
Thank you, now open wide.
Why do you need a bar of soap?
To wash the lies out of your mouth. Bite into it, if the bar of soap comes out of your mouth before i say it can I’ll start over from the beginning. You are 19 so you will get 19 with the belt for lying and 19 with the belt for drinking alcohol. That is 38. After we are done you will be given 3 liters of water and sent to sit on the timeout stool in the corner until all 3 liters of water are gone. You’ll thank me in the morning. At bedtime you will be changed into a diaper with a couple boosters. Your diaper time is now 6 months and during that time you will be doing both you and your sisters chores along with mowing the lawn and tending the garden.
But Sarah-
Didn’t tell me anything, so she kept her promise, if you’d like proof I have the audio recording of the deal you made and of her and is conversation during which she declined to say you were or had done anything except homework. So you are going to keep your promise to your sister. Oh, and I’m putting 2 diapers in your backpack, you are no longer allowed to be anywhere that you have complete privacy. That means no bathrooms, and since you share your room with your sister that won’t be an issue either. From now on Sarah is your babysitter until you are out of diapers, that means she is responsible for watching you from when you get home to when mom or I get home. Since that prevents her from having a social life after school she will be getting your allowance as well as hers. Now, let’s get your shorts and diaper off so we can get this spanking started.
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Guys 🙈I messed myself on camera for you 🥺💗
Only a few weeks ago you would be so happy to see you wife like this, wearing one of her favorite dresses, you both about to leave your place and hit the town on a Friday night.
Now though as your wife suddenly turned around you felt humiliation, guilt, and a little fear. You were still going out but instead of admiring your wife’s outfit you felt envious at her adult clothes that contrasted so sharply with your infantile pastel blue shirt, which was covered by your shortalls with its clearly visible snap crotch- the snap crotch bulged that out to reveal your obviously diapered behind.
Worse yet was that you feared your wife was catching on to what state your diaper was actually in. She had gotten you in a fresh diaper and clothes a half hour ago so she could get ready. In that half hour you had failed to keep your diaper dry. The first spurt didn’t shock you, nor did the one after that, or the one after that. If you were even conscious of the wettings you dismissed them, figuring your thick diaper could handle a little pee here and there. Then your wife had told you it was time to go. When you picked yourself up off the floor and wobbled in place for a second you fully felt how you’d soaked the diaper that now sagged against your shortalls.
Your nervous state only became more agitated as you slowly toddled after your wife towards the front door of your apartment. You made it a few steps across the room before you felt a sudden and urgent weight in your stomach. You were confident halfway across the room that you could hold in your messes like the adult you were. Three quarters of the way to the door and a few strong cramps left you hoping that you could let out a little bit in your diaper without her noticing.
Maybe it was your slow pace or maybe it was the smell of your diaper that you no longer noticed, but when your wife reached the door and picked up your diaper bag she quickly turned around to see you there crouched down and obviously filled your diaper. You tried to fight back tears as you scrunched up your face and messed into your now bloated and used diaper.
You weren’t able to discern your wife’s expression as it went from mild disappointment to concern as she slowly walked over to you, her heals clacking against the floor. “Oh baby you were just changed a half hour ago.” You let out a short wail at that. She brought your head to her shoulder as you continued sob and gently patted the seat of your drooping pants. “I guess our Friday nights are going to look a little different than we planned baby.”
In hindsight Zenobia’s decision to regress had been something of a flight of fancy. She had not anticipated that she would actually loose control of her toilet training. She hadn’t imaged she might become dependant on the colourful diapers she paraded in the playground whilst pretending to be a toddler again.
Although she an adult body, Zenobia knew everyone around her saw her a helpless baby now. Her accidents were genuine. Her total lose of bladder and bowel control confirmed when she had briefly tried to pack in the whole regression fad and return to her grown up clothes only to ruin them all with the stains of accidents.
Now days Zenobia has accepted that she’s regressed. Accidents happen and that’s why babys like her (how ever old) need to wear diapers. She can handle the fact people her own age now talk down to her and treat her like a little kid. She can handle the fact she crinkles everywhere she goes because of the diapers she has to wear all day, everyday.
The one thing which does bug her about her lack of control is the unpredictably of being functionally like a baby. Take a day at the play park for example. Perched atop the slide she’s ready to go whizzing down and then suddenly, with no warning other than a slight pressure in her tummy, she uncontrollably messes herself. The lumps push into the seat of her diaper which tugs at her hips from fullness.
It’s gross but what can she do? She sits down on her messy bum and slips down the slide, tottering off to find someone who will change her stinky butt before she inevitably soaks herself aswell.