"But, but I'm in grad school! I'm getting a master's degree!"
"No honey, you're in a diaper. A completely soaked diaper at that." She puts your paci between your lips, cutting off any further protests. You reluctantly start sucking, and you hate to admit how soothing it is. "And the only thing you need to get right now is a diaper change."
"Hmph!" You stamp your foot defiantly, making mama giggle.
"Poor girl~ Come on baby take my hand, let's get you changed." She gently reaches out her hand to you, and you can't help but to let go of being big. You wrap your fingers around just two of hers and she leads you to the nursery as you toddle behind her, ready to be put into a nice fluffy, clean diaper ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚
The red and blue lights flashed in Cami’s rearview mirror, a jarring contrast to the late afternoon sun. She groaned, gripping the steering wheel tighter. Of all the damn days. She hadn’t done anything wrong, she never did, but that didn’t matter. Not anymore. Not since the world had decided that women like her, women who still tried to be adults, were the odd ones out.
She pulled over, the car rolling to a stop with a quiet hum. Before she could even reach for her license, the officer was already at her window, his silhouette looming in the glass. She rolled it down, forcing a polite smile.
“Afternoon, officer,” she said, voice steady despite the irritation bubbling beneath.
The officer didn’t return the smile. His eyes flicked over her, her white t-shirt, the way her legs were pressed against the leather seat, the faint outline of her pull-ups beneath her skirt. His expression shifted, just slightly, into something amused. Condescending.
“License and registration, miss,” he said, but his tone was already dripping with that infuriating, knowing edge.
Cami exhaled sharply through her nose. She reached for her glove compartment, but before she could open it, the officer’s hand shot out, stopping her. “Hold on there. Let’s make sure you’re properly taken care of first.”
Her stomach twisted. She hated this. Hated the way the world had turned, hated the way men like him looked at her now, like she was some kind of curiosity, a relic from a time that no longer existed. Most women her age had long since given up driving, given up thinking, content to let their daddies or the state handle everything for them. But not Cami. She still had her license. Still had her pride.
“Officer, I’m fine,” she snapped, but her voice wavered just a little. She could feel his gaze lingering on her legs, on the way her skirt rode up just enough to hint at the thick fabric beneath.
“Mmm. That’s not for you to decide, is it?” He leaned in slightly, his voice dropping into that mocking, daddy-like tone that made her skin crawl. “Lift your skirt. Let’s see for ourselves.”
Her face burned. She wanted to refuse, wanted to scream that this was ridiculous, that she was a grown woman, damn it. But the law was the law. And the law said that any woman could be inspected at any time, for her own safety, of course.
With a sharp, resentful motion, she hiked up her skirt, exposing the snug pull-ups hugging her hips. They were dry. Of course they were. She wasn’t some helpless little girl who couldn’t control her bladder.
The officer let out a low chuckle. “Well, well. Look at you. Still potty trained, huh?” His fingers twitched, and before she could protest, his hand was on her thigh, sliding upward. She stiffened, but his grip was firm, his touch deliberate as he pressed his palm against the front of her pull-ups, checking for wetness.
“Officer...!” she hissed, but he just smirked.
“Relax. Just doing my job.” His fingers curled slightly, the fabric crinkling under his grip. “Though I do wonder…” His voice was a purr now, the kind that made her stomach clench. “How long do you think you can keep this up? Driving around, pretending you’re still in charge?”
She swallowed hard, her pulse hammering in her throat. She wanted to slap his hand away, to tell him to go to hell. But the truth was, she was outnumbered. Outmatched. The world had moved on without her.
Then, without warning, he pulled something from his belt, a small, sleek canister. Before she could react, he held the nozzle towards her face and sprayed.
The fine mist hit Cami’s face like a cool, invisible hand. She blinked, her vision swimming for a moment as the scent, sweet, almost cloying, filled her nose. Her thoughts, sharp and defiant just seconds ago, began to blur at the edges, like a radio tuning out of a station. The officer’s voice, once grating, now sounded… nice. Warm.
“That’s a good girl,” he murmured, his tone shifting into something softer, more daddy-like. “Just let it work, sweetheart.”
Cami’s lips parted, but the words she wanted to say, the protests, the anger, wouldn’t come. Instead, a slow, heavy warmth spread through her, pooling low in her belly. She shifted in her seat, her thighs pressing together as a strange, tingling pressure built between her legs. She whimpered, her fingers twisting in the hem of her skirt.
The officer chuckled, watching her with amusement. “There we go. That’s my good little driver.”
And then, oh. A rush of warmth flooded her, sudden and undeniable. Her pull-ups darkened instantly, the fabric swelling against her as she wet herself without a single thought to stop it. The sensation was delicious, warm, comforting, like sinking into a bath. She let out a soft, embarrassed giggle, her face flushing as she realized what she’d done. But the shame was distant, muffled, like it belonged to someone else.
“Uh-oh,” the officer teased, his grin widening. “Looks like someone needed that change after all.” He reached for her seatbelt, clicking it open with a sharp snick. “Come on, sweetheart. Let’s get you somewhere more comfortable.”
Cami didn’t resist as he helped her out of the car. The world felt soft around the edges, her movements slow and unsteady. The officer, Daddy, a little voice in her head corrected, wrapped an arm around her waist, steadying her. She leaned into him, her giggles bubbling up as she took small, wobbly steps toward his patrol car.
“D-Daddy?” she slurred, the word tasting strange and right on her tongue.
“That’s me, baby girl,” he said, opening the back door. He guided her inside, then reached for the seatbelt, buckling her in with practiced ease. The leather seat was cool against her damp pull-ups, but she barely noticed. All she could focus on was the way Daddy was looking at her, like she was something precious. Something his.
“W-where we goin’?” she asked, her voice small and sing-song.
Daddy shut the door and leaned in through the open window, his voice gentle. “Home, sweetheart. To your new nursery. I’ve got a nice, thick diaper waiting for you there. And maybe a bottle, if you’re a good girl.”
Cami’s giggles filled the car, high and breathless. She kicked her feet, the wet crinkle of her pull-ups loud in the quiet. The old Cami, the one who’d been angry, defiant was gone. All that was left was this: a sweet little girl.
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I think it’s important milestone for girls to start waking up wet. It truly reminds them there just small girls through and through. Making sure to give her an extra large bottle (Or two.) before bed so she has to go pee pee during the night but being safely secured into her crib there’s no way she can get out to use the bathroom. Forced to submit and go in her nappy like a good girl. Eventually she’s fall asleep again and wake up in the morning in her crib, warm and safe with her squishy mess between her legs from her “accident” (she’s defiantly have to go atleast one more time before she’s let out for the morning.) making sure to throughly check her and lightly tease her in the process. Only to repeat the same process everyday. Overtime she’ll stop waking up to pee and subconsciously start going in her sleep. Retraining your adult girlfriend to make her accidents in her nappy is only a fraction of her overall age regression.
A pile of freshly made blueberry pancakes sit just off to the side, ready to be devoured when you finally get out of bed.
I smile to myself as I hear the patter of your feet behind me. The awkward rhythm of your steps tells almost as much of a story as the tell-tale crinkling that accompanied it.
I don't turn to face you, just leaning back into your touch as you wrap your arms around my waist and bury your face into my back.
"Morning, little one," I coo, turning to see your eyes peeking up at me from under your messy bed head, "Did my baby sleep well?"
You grumble something wordlessly behind your paci, rub your sleepy eyes, and whimper a little, before looking down at the diaper sagging heavily below the hem of the oversized shirt you wore to bed.
I shake my head and chuckle, giving you a peck on the shield of your binkie before speaking.
"Oh, does someone want a change?"
I say through a smile.
You respond with a hopeful look and nod of your head.
I laugh again.
"Oh, sweetie, no changies before breakfast. You know that! Why waist a didi when we both know that your pants will be more full than your tummy by the end of your meal?"
You let out a dissatisfied grunt.
I smack the soggy padding covering your ass.
Who knew an adult could look so adorable dressed like an overgrown toddler?
"Now, go find your seat, sog monster! Breakfast's almost done, and I made your favorite! Pancakes!"
Your eyes light up at that, and you toddle off quickly to the table.
I turn back to the eggs, grinning as I slide them onto our two plates.
sorry for being inactive lately. i've been battling with depression and anxiety, and with the semester coming to an end, family issues, and life in general... it's honestly been a lot on me mentally. my mental health has been more severe lately, and on top of that my instagram account got suspended, which also made me step away for a while. i'm trying to take things one day at a time, so i may still be a little quiet for now. thank you to everyone who's checked on me and continues to support me 🫶🏾✨
The morning sun streamed through the bedroom window, painting everything in soft golden light.
She stood in front of the full-length mirror, turning slowly from side to side. Her long brunette hair cascaded down her back in gentle waves, a pale blue bow clipped neatly in the centre. The yellow sundress hugged her delicate frame perfectly, it was feminine, flirty, and just short enough to make her feel a little daring.
It’s been so long since Daddy and I had a proper romantic date, she thought, smoothing the dress over her hips. Just the two of us doing regular couple stuff. Like grown-ups.
She studied her reflection with a hopeful, determined smile. Big Disney princess doe eyes, plump pink lips, and her adorable tiny button nose Daddy always loved to kiss. She'd made sure to apply her make up carefully, highlighting all her best features. Today she looked like a proper girlfriend.
No diapers today, she told herself firmly. The thin lace panties underneath felt light and freeing. I can do this. I’m going to be his big girl all day. No accidents. Just a real date like old times.
She was smart, capable, and mature… and today she was determined to prove it!
Daddy appeared in the doorway, filling the frame effortlessly. He was truly handsome in that easy, comforting way, broad shoulders, expressive face that could shift from gentle to playfully stern in a heartbeat. When he looked at her, his eyes softened with that special warmth she loved more than anything.
“You look beautiful, princess,” he said, voice deep and affectionate. He stepped inside and wrapped his arms around her from behind, resting his chin on top of her head. “My pretty date.”
She leaned back against his chest, smiling brightly up at him in the mirror.
“Thank you, Daddy! I picked this dress because I thought it would be perfect for walking around the fair. Did you know the local fair has over thirty different food stalls this year? I read about it online. There’s even a new cotton candy stand with vanilla flavours. We have to try it.”
He chuckled, that wonderful hearty laugh she adored, before pressing a soft kiss to her temple.
“I’m looking forward to it, sweetheart. You’ve been so excited about our big date.”
But then he reached for the large pink diaper bag sitting by the door.
Her stomach dropped.
Daddy… no.
The frustration bubbled up fast. Everywhere we go he brings that bag. And he only picks daytime activities now because he decided ages ago that I need an early bedtime. It’s silly. Just because I get tired by eight o’clock doesn’t mean I need to be in bed by eight.
When they were first dating, he used to kiss her passionately in the street after a romantic dinner and movie. Now the only “public displays of affection” Daddy gave her were forehead kisses, boops on the nose, and sly diaper checks when no one was looking.
She had gotten herself all dolled up this morning. Today was supposed to be different.
“Daddy, please,” she said, turning in his arms with a determined pout. Her big doe eyes pleaded with him. “We talked about this. Today is supposed to be different. I want to feel like your girlfriend, not your baby. I can handle it. I promise. I’m going to stay dry all day like a big girl. Please?”
He looked down at her with that protective, knowing expression. His hand gently brushed a strand of hair behind her ear.
“I know you want to try, my sweet girl. And Daddy is so proud of how determined you are. You’re smart, you’re bubbly, you’re full of all those wonderful facts and thoughts you love sharing with me. But I also know my little princess. I know how your body works when we’re out having fun for hours. I’m not going to risk you being uncomfortable or embarrassed. Let me take care of you properly today.”
She fussed softly, cheeks flushing pink as he guided her toward the bed.
“But Daddy… the dress. It’s so pretty. The diaper will show and I’ll look silly…”
“You could never look silly to me,” he murmured, laying her down gently. “You’ll look adorable as always."
The thick diaper crinkled loudly as he worked, the familiar baby powder scent mixing with her signature vanilla fragrance. When he finished and helped her stand, the sundress did little to hide the obvious padded bulk. Every movement made a soft, telltale rustle.
She wanted to believe her old mask could still fit convincingly. That she could still be the big girl she used to pretend to be. But deep down, a small voice whispered that things weren’t like old times anymore.
Because now she was his baby girl.
And Daddy’s job was to make sure his little one was safe and cared for.
The car ride started off hopefully.
She held Daddy’s hand across the center console, swinging it gently. The windows were down, letting in warm summer air that smelled like fresh-cut grass and distant barbecue smoke. Her sundress fluttered against her thighs. For a few minutes she let herself believe this was really going to be their day.
“Did you know fairs like this one have been around since the 1800s?” she said brightly. “They started as agricultural shows but turned into these big celebrations of community and fun. I think that’s so sweet.”
Daddy smiled, giving her hand a squeeze. “I love how you know so many interesting facts, princess. Tell me more.”
She beamed, feeling a little spark of confidence.
But every bump in the road made the thick diaper crinkle loudly beneath her dress. The pink diaper bag sat openly in the backseat like an unwelcome guest.
When they arrived at the fair, the full sensory explosion hit her. The air was thick with the sweet scent of fried dough, popcorn, and vanilla cotton candy. Children laughed and screamed on rides. Carnival music played from old speakers. Bright lights and colourful booths stretched out in every direction.
Her heart lifted. This could still be romantic, she thought, slipping her hand into his again. We can walk around, eat cotton candy, maybe kiss on the Ferris wheel like old times.
For the first twenty minutes, it almost felt perfect. They walked hand-in-hand past game booths. She chattered away about the history of ring toss games and how the stuffed animals were probably made in the same factories as her favourite plushies at home. Daddy listened thoughtfully with that fond expression.
But then he gently steered her toward the petting zoo area.
“Daddy,” she whispered, tugging his hand. “I thought we were doing couple things. There’s a Ferris wheel and a cute photo booth over there…”
“We’ll get there, sweetheart,” he said patiently. “But first I want my girl to enjoy herself. Look how cute the baby goats are.”
She tried to stay bubbly, but the sight of parents pushing strollers and toddlers in diapers made her cheeks burn. Her own padded bottom felt enormous under the sundress. Every step made the crinkle louder in her ears.
They stopped at a lemonade stand. Daddy ordered two drinks, one normal cup for him, one sippy cup for her. She accepted it with a small pout.
As the afternoon wore on, the pressure in her bladder built. She shifted from foot to foot, trying to look casual. I can hold it. Big girls can hold it.
But Daddy noticed. He wrapped a protective arm around her.
“Everything okay, princess? You’re doing that little dance.”
Her face went bright red. “I’m fine. I’m being a big girl today. I don’t need help.”
The urge hit hard and fast while they were at the petting zoo. A sudden, warm rush flooded into her diaper. She froze, mortified, feeling the heavy warmth settle against her skin.
Tears pricked her eyes.
“I… I had an accident,” she whispered, voice trembling. “I really tried, Daddy. I wanted to be your big girl so badly today.”
Daddy immediately scooped her up into his arms, carrying her protectively against his chest. “Aww, my poor little girl. You tried so hard to be big today, didn’t you? But babies have accidents. That’s why Daddy brings extra diapers.”
She buried her face in his shirt, tears soaking the fabric. “I thought if I tried really hard, I could be normal for one day. Like we used to be. You used to kiss me in the street and now… now you only kiss my forehead and check my diaper like I’m just a baby…”
Daddy held her tighter. His hand slid down to gently pat the back of her soaked padding.
“Because you are my baby, princess. My delicate little doll with the big pretty eyes and the pouty pink lips. You tried so hard to be a big sophisticated girlfriend today… and you ended up soaking your diaper like the sweetest, smallest girl instead. Doesn’t that feel better than pretending?”
She whimpered, face flaming. “Daddy… people might hear you…”
He chuckled softly and booped her tiny nose. “Let them hear. So what if they know my baby girl needs diapers to catch all her accidents?"
The words made her feel impossibly small.
He carried her all the way to the family restroom, fussing over her the entire time, stroking her hair, rubbing her back, whispering gentle praises. Inside the stall, he laid her on the changing table and cleaned her with slow, careful wipes, powdering her thoroughly until she smelled like pure baby.
“Look at you,” he murmured playfully while taping on the fresh, even thicker diaper. “All blushy and embarrassed in your pretty sundress. My delicate little doll needs so much padding, doesn’t she?”
She whimpered, covering her face. The humiliation felt endless.
When they stepped back out, Daddy carried her again, holding her close like the precious baby she was.
The fair was still alive with noise and color, but she felt like everyone was staring. The thick, fresh diaper forced her legs into that obvious baby waddle. Every step made a loud, unmistakable crinkle that seemed to echo across the entire grounds.
Her cheeks burned hot. She kept her head down, long brunette hair falling forward like a curtain, hoping no one could see how heavily padded she was.
Daddy pulled her closer with a protective arm around her shoulders, but his voice carried that gentle, playful tease she both dreaded and craved.
“Aww, look at my little princess waddling so cutely,” he murmured, leaning down so only she could hear. “That thick diaper makes you walk so adorably. Does it feel nice and bulky between those pretty legs, sweetheart?”
“Daddy… stop teasing me,” she mumbled, even as a tiny, embarrassed giggle slipped out.
He grinned and kissed the top of her head. “But you get so adorably blushy when I tease you. Look at those rosy cheeks. My perfect padded princess.”
For the rest of the afternoon, she stopped fighting.
She let him push her on the swings. She let him carry her when her legs got tired. She let him fix her paci clip to her dress when she got fussy. Every crinkle, every squish, every caring touch reminded her exactly who she was.
They found a quiet bench a little away from the main crowd. Daddy sat down and effortlessly pulled her into his lap, arranging her so she was straddling one of his thighs. The thick diaper squished noticeably under her weight, the crinkle loud in her own ears.
They stayed like that as the sky turned pink and orange. She let herself relax against his chest, sucking softly on the paci he’d clipped to her dress. The fair lights twinkled around them while carnival music played in the distance. Every now and then Daddy would gently pat her warm soggy bottom.
For the first time all day, the constant crinkle didn’t make her want to disappear.
i want daddy to tape me into thick padding that's been all fluffed up so it's as big and puffy as it can be, and use packing tape over the tapes so that it's extra secure and staying on me until he decides. i want daddy to tell me that i'm not allowed out of diapers until i mess myself for him so he can watch his babygirl prove that she's fully diaper dependent. i want to mess a diaper so so so bad, but i need daddy to make me 😖
i really want to feel my body hit that point where it just can't stop me from having an accident. even better: i want to be squirming with need to wet and mess myself diaper in daddy's lap and have daddy push my paci in my mouth, rub my diaper, and soothe me to regress into his teeny tiny girl, and as soon as i regress and relax into daddy's arms i start to have my accident for him. i wanna know that daddy's hands are on my diaper feeling my diaper swell as it absorbs everything. i wanna feel daddy's hands press my messy diaper against me and play with it because he wants to and because he wants to prove to me just how much of a diaper dependent baby i am.
i think i want a weekend of being kept regressed as a little and being told that i'm too young to be out of diapers. and daddy says that he has to keep me in diapers, and that if im going to be stubborn and hurt myself by not using them then daddy will have to use medicine to force my body to have an accident for him.
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