LiveLoveDiapers

18+ only!! NSFW!! I'm just a 20 year old girl living in Ireland, writing ageplay stories. I suppose you could say I'm a diaper enthusiast/little girl! Written here will be short-long stories, captions, and any images/stories you would like to add! You can find my longer stories/full versions on DailyDiapers.com: @Fifers12

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[livelovediapers24]

Good Girl

You watch as she bends down and collects the scattered toys from within the six foot walled playpen in the living room. Unable to help yourself, your thumb wiggles into your mouth and a soft whimper escapes your lips when she takes your beloved teddy and begins to walk away.

Crying pitifully, you know that it is just a stupid bear. You are a thirty year old woman with an unhealthy obsession but you can’t temper the flames of anxiety in your tummy.

You know that you have to say something, but that’s just what they want and you will not give in that easily… especially not for a stupid ratty stuffed animal.

At least that’s what you tell yourself as you wait and wait and wait and -

“Can I help you with something, baby?” Daddy’s low and gravelly voice shatters the loudness in your mind.

You flinch, visibly startled and step out from behind the door knowing you've been busted. Daddy hasn’t looked up from his papers yet somehow knew you were there.

He beckons you forward with the wave of his hand. “Come,” is all he says and you have no choice but to obey.

He knows you better than you know yourself.

Mommy stands across the room at the washer and dryer, tossing dirty clothes into the machine and you anxiously watch for your teddy.

That action distracts you from the hand creeping towards you. The hand that cups the heavy bulk of padding between your thighs that emits an audible squelch. It distracts you from the hand that turns you around so your back is towards Daddy.

Only when the waistband of the diaper snaps back against your skin do you jump in confusion. Looking up at Daddy, he makes a chiding sound with his lips. “Someone made Daddy a present.”

What?

You frown.

P-present?

“C’mon,” he stands, taking you by the hand but you refuse to move.

“Do you want to stay in your dirty diaper all day?” He asks when your feet remain planted to the ground.

The words echo in your mind like a stab to the heart.

Dirty diaper.

Dirty.

Diaper.

Diaper…

A strangled cry escapes your lips and you immediately look down to find your lower half is bare, besides the thick white bulk taped around your waist that balloons out to your knees.

Hazy memories flicker in your brain of you and Daddy. Crying and screaming and ulti-ult - matums? You said no diapers. Daddy said it was the only way to stay together. That you had hurt his feelings. You remember the tears after that and promises to do better and be a good girl.

You remember Mommy showing up and kissing daddy like you used to kiss him. You remember the fiery anger in your tummy as he held onto her, gazing at her with stars in his eyes and pushing you aside.

You remember when this was your apartment and Daddy’s. It was tiny but perfect for the both of you. The kitchen and living room were just one big room with a tiny hall leading to the front door. There were two rooms - what was once yours and Daddy’s, and the office. Sine then the office had been turned into a nursery for you and you could only watch as Mommy laid in the very bed that used to be yours, snuggling up against the man that was your boyfriend.

Daddy said diapers were the only way. Punishment for kissing another man and not him.

If you wanted to stay together this was the price to pay and you’d agreed because you loved him despite your mistake.

Except he never explained why Mommy was here. Why she had taken your place.

But that is besides the point. The more you think the more it hurts and Daddy said good girls wear diapers. Good girls listen to Mommy. Good girls don’t question their Daddy’s.

And that is enough to keep you from fretting over the fact that you can’t remember the last six months, and why you wore a diaper, and why you referred to Mommy as mommy; and why weren’t fighting to get your boyfriend back and why you accepted this treatment like it was normal…

“Ughhh,” you groan and blink heavily against the fog that has encroached the front of your head.

Daddy stands before you with his hands on his hips, staring at you with a knowing look.

Whatever you were just thinking about has gone from your mind and to your shock you’ve now switched positions. Your knees are bent and you're squatting low to the ground. There’s a hint of a smell, something foul, and that is when you feel the warm brown lump at your back end. It smushed against your bottom, slowly creeping up your back.

How could this be? How could you not feel yourself begin to poop -

“Baby make a doozy?” Mommy comes and coos, petting back the dark bouncing curls from your eyes.

She bends you over like a ragdoll, the same as Daddy and laughs. “Looks like the miralax is working.”

Miralax?.

Mira…

Mir-

“It also seems somebody is having a slow day today.”

Your head is so high in the clouds that you don’t even acknowledge the insult spat right in your face.

Blinking slowly, heavily, Mommy has laid a mat out on the ground. Daddy gets a crinkling package. Thick white squares, your stomach grumbles…

“Teddy,” you whimper, suddenly remembering the whole reason you even came out of your room.

Teddy is gonna get lonely.

Teddy needs a hug.

Teddy needs you.

You need Teddy.

Teddy was your friend. Always tucked into your arm when you waddled like a penguin as Daddy and Mommy went about their day doing grown up stuff like counting the bills and cleaning the house and you were the little girl you’d promised to be.

So you and Daddy could stay together.

So you could prove your loyalty to Daddy…

But now you had somehow ended up on your back.

Mommy kneels between your open legs. You watch as she piles her blonde hair atop her head.

Daddy always had a thing for blondes… and that wasn’t you.

A shiver goes down your spine at the sudden coldness to your nether regions.

A stained brown padding is balled up to the side. You're naked from the waist down.

Mommy pulls another wipe from the crinkling package and automatically you lift your hips giving her better access. The action is ingrained into your mind. It’s as if you do this everyday.

Another wipe.

And then another.

And another…

Too soon you are sitting up again.

A massively white diaper separates your thighs so far apart that you couldn’t even close them if you tried.

And you don’t.

Daddy says only naughty girls disobeyed like that and you are a good girl. You have to be a good girl to get Daddy back.

But as you sit trapped within the walls of the playpen and the tv flickers on, you can’t even comprehend the irony of the whole situation.

Mommy and Daddy snuggled up on the couch and their lips locked together. Hands on the face that you used to touch, breathing in his musky scent that you loved. All the while, it now belongs to another woman and you sit here in a diaper with your teddy and a grainy bottle of formula in front of the television.

Soggy Froggy ribbits to life and you can not help but watch, wide-eyed. The bright flashing colors rope you in as Soggy Froggy begins to sing:

“Soggy Froggy likes to hop! Soggy Froggy likes to jump! Do you know what else Soggy Froggy likes? Good girls! Good girls don’t cry and good girls don’t fight and good girls' diapers are never dry. Can you tell Soggy Froggy… are you a good girl?”

You don’t know how long the show continues to play but by the constant warmth of your diaper, sky changing from night to day, and the summer months turning to a frigid cold, it doesn’t really matter.

You’re Daddy’s little girl… whether you wanted to be or not.

ooOoo

A/N: Here’s just a little one shot for you all! I’m writing my other story, ‘A Twisted Road to Redemption’ if you would like to check that out :) but for now, enjoy!!

[regressionschool]

Was it?

The bathroom floor was cold beneath your feet, the porcelain of the toilet seat smooth and unyielding as you perched yourself atop it, your fingers digging into the lid. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. You had played his game, had let him laugh as you waddled around in your thick, crinkling diaper, had let him tease you about your "baby bladder" and your "silly little needs." You had even let him win that stupid bet—humiliating yourself in front of his friends, giggling like a toddler, all for the promise of using the potty again. Just once. Just to feel normal.

But the lid wouldn’t budge.

Your fingers slipped again, nails clicking uselessly against the smooth plastic. Locked. Of course it was locked. A slow, creeping realization settled in your chest, heavy and inevitable. Daddy had never intended to let you use it. This was just another lesson, another reminder: you didn’t get to choose. Not anymore.

A whimper escaped you, high and trembling. You pressed your thighs together, but the pressure was already building, the warmth pooling low in your belly. You could hold it. You had held it. But what was the point? The lid stayed shut. The toilet mocked you, pristine and untouchable.

Your breath hitched. The diaper between your legs was thick, waiting.

With a shuddering exhale, you relaxed.

The first trickle was hesitant, almost shy, the warmth spreading slowly through the padding. Then, hiss, a soft, steady sound, the liquid pooling, the diaper swelling beneath you. The heat bloomed, radiating up through your hips, your belly, the fabric clinging as it drank you in. There was no crinkling, no sharp plastic sounds, just the quiet, shameful hiss of your body giving in, the diaper doing exactly what it was made to do.

You bit your lip, your fingers digging into your knees. The warmth spread, the padding growing heavier, the weight between your legs a physical reminder of your place.

The stream slowed, then stopped. The diaper was wet now, sagging, the heat trapped against your skin. You shifted, and the wetness squelched softly, the padding molding to you. Your cheeks burned, but there was something else, too, a strange, shameful relief. You didn’t have to fight anymore.

The door creaked open. Daddy’s shadow fell over you, his smirk already in place. "Took you long enough to figure it out, didn’t it?"

He stood, pulling you up by your wrists. The wetness squelched as you wobbled, your legs unsteady, the diaper sagging between your thighs. "C’mon, let’s get you back to your nursery. Maybe if you’re really good, I’ll let you sit in this nice, warm diaper a little longer before your next change."

Your cheeks burned as his hand smacked your soggy bottom, squelch, the sound obscene, the warmth radiating through the padding. The diaper could take more. You could take more. And as he led you away, your steps small and clumsy, you hated how much that thought made your stomach flutter. This wasn’t fair. This wasn’t what you wanted.

...Was it?

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[regressionschool]

Going full Toddler Directionary

[Chapter 1]

[Chapter 2] arrival

[Chapter 3] So icky [Chapter 4]

[Chapter 5]

[Chapter 6] Confession

[Chapter 7] Playtime

[Chapter 8] She really loves her Pampers

[Chapter 9]

[Chapter 10] Waking up Wet

[Chapter 11] Diaper Changes

[mellowsadistic]

Love And War - Part 3

One Week Later

“Who’s my good girl?” Daniel cooed. “Who’s Daddy’s happy baby?”

Jessie squealed and giggled on the changing table as her ex-boyfriend tickled her sides, and when he bent down to blow a raspberry on her tummy, she let out a girlish shriek of pleasure.

“Let’s finish getting you changed, little miss pee-pee pants,” Daniel said playfully, straightening up. He reached for the tapes of Jessie’s nappy and started changing the twenty-something-year-old woman’s pissy Pampers, pulling down the front to reveal the soggy yellow padding within and got to work cleaning her up with a pack of baby wipes.

Jessie squirmed impatiently on the table, but a quick smack to her bare bottom settled her down, and when Daniel passed a baby wipe over her wet pussy, she closed her eyes in pleasure and let out a sensual moan so at odds with her infantile situation that he couldn’t help but laugh. Jessie didn’t get to have sex anymore, but she still had an adult body – and as a result, she spent a fair amount of her time bent over her stuffies, humping them desperately in her full diapers.

Daniel wiped the pee-pee off her bottom and private parts, and slid her sopping wet nappy out from underneath her bottom, replacing it with a fresh one. Holding her legs in the air by her ankles, he slipped the new nappy underneath her and settled her butt down onto the thirsty padding. With a wet thump, he dropped her used diaper into the nappy bin next to the changing table, then he bent over the infantilised young woman lying before him and finished taping up her latest pair of adult-sized Pampers.

Finally, scooping her up into his arms, Daniel lifted his ex-girlfriend off her changing table and deposited her on her hands and knees on the floor, naked except for her thick nappy. He kept the flat nice and warm, and his ex-girlfriend didn’t care much about modesty anymore. She was perfectly content to crawl around the apartment with her breasts dangling beneath her and her thickly diapered butt on full display.

Daniel had just given her a firm pat on her padded bottom to send her off to play with her toys, when a second young woman appeared in the doorway.

Ally came toddling into the room totally nude, bottom jiggling and bare breasts bouncing alluringly, without even a pair of training pants to give her any modesty. With one hand pressed against her pussy, and a look of desperation on her face, she looked utterly helpless.

Daniel couldn’t help but grin at the sight of her. Just for fun, he’d used the hypnosis to turn Ally into a total exhibitionist, a girl with a compulsion to strip off her pull-ups and run around in her birthday suit whenever she felt the urge. Ally had always been the type to enjoy dressing up in stylish clothes that accentuated her feminine curves, riding the line carefully between dignified and slutty. Now all her assets were completely on display, and there was nothing dignified about the way she ran around the flat with her large, bare breasts jiggling all over the place. She looked adorable (and a little absurd), and that was just the way he wanted her. Daddy’s silly little nudist.

“Potty Daddy!” she screeched, clutching between her legs and hopping on the spot in a ridiculous potty dance. “Needa wee-wee!”

“Just hold on a second, baby,” Daniel said reassuringly, looking around for her potty. He’d decided that the toilet was far too grown-up for someone as immature as she was, so now Ally did all her business on a little plastic potty designed for toddlers.

“Nodda baby, Daddy!” Ally whined. “Big giwl!”

“That’s right, sweetheart,” Daniel said distractedly, spotting her potty sticking out from underneath Jessie’s crib and hurrying to pick it up. “You’re my big girl, and Jessie’s big sister! You’re not a silly baby who needs nappies, are you?”

“Nu-uh!” Ally agreed, still hopping and squirming in place.

“Here you go, darling,” Daniel cooed, placing the pink plastic potty down on the floor in front of the wiggling woman and lowering her plump bare bottom down onto it, just in time. A tinkling sound filled the air, and Ally’s face relaxed into a blissful smile.

Daniel smiled too, partly out of sadistic pleasure and partly because Ally looked simply adorable. As a result of the hypnosis, she was stuck permanently in potty training, able to use her plastic training potty most of the time, but still prone to the occasional wee-wee accident on the floor. Daniel didn’t mind the clean-up. It was worth it to see how cute and helpless the formerly proud woman looked standing in a puddle of her own pee, sucking her thumb anxiously and hoping Daddy wouldn’t spank her bottom for making a mess.

“That’s a good girl!” Daniel praised, but Ally’s mind was far too simplified to pick up his slightly taunting tone. “That’s my big toddler!”

Ally just grinned stupidly up at the man who’d taken away all of her dignity and independence and intelligence, and turned her into an overgrown two-year-old dependent on him for everything. Then, once she’d finished going pee, she stood up, spun around, and bent over at the waist, presenting herself to him without a shred of modesty.

Daniel chuckled at her behaviour, and used the pack of baby wipes on the changing table to wipe her clean. He was going to enjoy taking Ally out in public, watching her toddle about in her training pants and pulling up her shirt to show strangers her “big boobieth”. But still, he didn’t care about her any less than Jessie. As far as he was concerned, they were both his sweet, silly little baby-women.

Really, he thought, they’d all got what they’d wanted. He got to have two beautiful, overgrown babies to take care of, and they got to have a loving Daddy to take care of their every need. But they would have to share him.

After all, it was only fair.

The End

[paci-papa]

"Good... Girls... Make... Stinky... Diapers!"

You grunt out as you squat and clench your fists in concentration, bearing down with all your might.

That phrase has become your mantra the last few weeks.

The more time you spent with Papa, the more determined you were to become his perfect little padded pet. And you were so close to your goal!

You were constantly waddling around in a soggy diaper, letting yourself dribble away into your thirst padding.

Papa never caught you without a thumb or paci in your mouth, something that caused you to have the most adorable lisp.

You were obsessed with your little stuffed bear and blankie, carrying them everywhere for comfort. You even started throwing the cutest, most childish tantrums it you couldn't find them.

But, loading your pampers with brown stinky mush had become your Everest. No matter how hard you tried, a mental block kept you from taking that one last embarrassing leap towards babyhood.

But, today, today was different!

"Good... Girls... Make... Stinky... Diapers!"

You say again between grunts, a trumpeting fart punctuating your mantra.

A broad, silly smile crosses your face as you suddenly feel the movement and relief you'd been waiting for. With a sickening squelch, you feel your diaper grow heavy as a large load of mush finally works it's way out of your backside and into your pants.

You cry out in victory as you straighten and throw your arms in the arm. You immediately waddle to Papa's office to show off your achievement, your mess swinging between your legs like a sack of mashed potatoes.

"Papa, good girls make stinkies!" You announce at the door, spinning around and shaking your brown-stained posterior.

Papa stands up, smiles, and walks towards you.

He takes your cheek in one hand, tilting your head up for a kiss, and your diapered butt in the other, pressing your mess into your firmly.

"Yes, they do, my good little girl," Papa says as his lips separate from yours, "And good girls also get buzzies! Now, sit here. Papa will be right back with Mrs. Wand so we can really celebrate."

You immediately plop your butt onto the ground, reveling in your mess. You bounce in your seat as you wait, squishing your mess around.

It's ok. You can't help it!

You're just so excited to finally be Papa's good girl!

[regressionschool]

Mila's first day

The heavy wooden door creaked open just a little, and then a little more. A tiny sneaker peeked through, followed by a girl in soft denim shortalls and two stiff little pigtails tied with pink ribbon. She stepped inside slowly, clutching the straps of her backpack like a life jacket. Her name tag read Mila in bubble letters.

The room smelled like baby powder and crayons, and the air was filled with the crinkling sounds of movement. Bright rugs and plush toys dotted the floor. Past the circle of blocks, a girl sat with her legs splayed out, wearing nothing but a sunny yellow t-shirt and the bulkiest diaper Mila had ever seen. It was thick—like it could barely fit between her knees. She looked up from stacking squishy alphabet cubes and smiled brightly.

“Hi!” the girl chirped, waving one hand while the other kept her latest block tower steady. “You must be Mila! I’m Lacey.”

Mila nodded slowly, chewing her bottom lip. “Y-yeah… this is the Daycare room, right?”

“Yup!” Lacey grinned, giving her crinkly bottom a wiggle.

Mila shifted from foot to foot. The shortalls hid the brand-new diaper snug against her, but she still felt like everyone could see it. Up until yesterday, she’d been in preschool, using the potty like a big girl. Nighttime pull-ups didn’t count—those were just in case. But this… this diaper was thick. Taped on. Not for “just in case.”

“I… um… I don’t really need this. Not really,” she mumbled, tugging the front of her shortalls.

Lacey giggled, scooting closer on her diapered bottom with a soft crinkle-crunch. “That’s what everyone says at first. I did, too. I even tried to tell Miss Mandy I didn’t need diapers on my first day. Guess what happened?”

“What?” Mila asked softly.

Lacey leaned in and whispered like it was a big secret.

Lacey leaned in close, her voice hushed and gleeful, like she was letting Mila in on the biggest secret in the world.

“I totally threw a tantrum my first day. Like, arms crossed, bottom on the floor, big pout and everything. I told Miss Mandy I didn’t need diapers. That I was a big girl and I could hold it.” She gave a sheepish shrug. “But guess what? Holding it only works for so long. And after snack time… let’s just say my tummy didn’t agree.”

Mila’s eyes widened. “You had an... accident?”

Lacey wiggled her padded bottom proudly. “Nope! Not an accident. That’s the thing—they tell you from the start: no potties here. Your diaper is the potty. So when it happens, it’s not ‘uh-oh’, it’s just… okay. You let go, and the diaper handles it. And honestly?” She gave Mila a grin and whispered, “It felt kinda nice. Warm and squishy and… safe. Like, I didn’t have to try anymore.”

Mila looked down at her shoes. Her tummy had been making tiny noises for the last few minutes—nothing huge, just soft rolls, like her body was reminding her of something. She shifted a little, feeling the diaper snug between her legs, hugged by the denim of her shortalls.

Another rumble stirred deep inside her belly. This one was heavier. Slower.

She looked at Lacey again, uncertain. “But what if I… it’s not just pee…”

Lacey scooted closer on her diapered bottom with a soft crinkle, gently patting Mila’s arm. “That’s okay too. Happens to all of us. Sometimes it just sneaks up. Sometimes you gotta give it a little help. Either way, diapers got you, promise.”

Mila’s tummy twisted again. This time, she felt the pressure building, low and steady. Her legs tensed. She looked around the cozy room, the pastel drawings, the soft rugs and blocks. No toilets. No potty chairs. Just Littles. Just diapers.

She closed her eyes.

It took a moment—her body hesitated, unsure—but then she gave a soft grunt, barely audible. A little push. Her knees bent slightly, and she instinctively spread her legs just a touch, pressing gently.

A warmth bloomed in her diaper, a slow spreading fullness. She whimpered once, half in surprise, half in relief as her belly finally relaxed.

Her cheeks flushed bright pink, but the tension in her shoulders slowly faded.

Lacey leaned over and gave her a friendly bump with her shoulder. “Told ya. Not so bad, huh?”

Mila giggled, still pink but no longer frozen. “It’s… really warm…”

Lacey clapped softly. “That’s the best part!”

The two girls plopped down onto the squishy rug together, Mila sinking into the mushy padding beneath her with a soft squish. The blocks tumbled again, and Lacey laughed.

As the tower rebuilding began, Mila found herself smiling for real this time. The crinkles, the softness, even the squish beneath her—none of it seemed weird anymore.

She was a Toddler now. And Toddlers didn’t worry about potties.

They just played.

[strange-heron]

I hate going to the potty. I know how to use the toilet but mommy makes such a big deal out of it. If I don't have to go she'll make me sit on it, and talk to me about how to use the potty, but when I do have to go she takes forever to actually let me sit down; and right now I am at the brink of wetting myself. "Okay sweetie, we're in the restroom now. Do you know what we're going to do next?" She says as if talking to an actual two year old. I clench my body, carefully trying not to let go. "Use the toilet." I squeak out. "Ah-ah. No baby, we're going to use the potty! Mommy is going to take your jeans off, then we'll pull down your little trainers, and then we can go potty! Now what's my little princess going to do in the potty?" Trying too suck my entire stomach in to keep my bladder from soaking the stupid sofia pullup, I practically yell out "TINKLE!" Which is met with a coo'ing "good girl!" I plant my feet as hard as I can on the cold tile floor as mommy reaches for my jeans, delicately unbuttoning them. Staying still for this proves too be a mistake, holding it for way too long, combined with her fingers gently pressing against my stomach, it's all too much. I don't realize it at first, Mommy gently saying "Kaitlyn," as if she's dissapointed, and the feeling of something warm running down my legs leads me to look down. In horror I recognize just what moms taking out of the "potty emergency" box to deal with. A completely soaked pair of pull-ups that's somehow still leaking out urine.

except from my novel

[mellowsadistic]

Beatrice sulked in her soggy nappy while she stood in the corner in time-out. Daddy (once just her boyfriend) had put her there to think about what a “naughty girl” she’d been. It was so stupid! She was an adult woman for goodness sake! But that wasn’t how society saw girls. Not anymore. The idea that women were nothing but overgrown toddlers had become more and more prevalent among the male population, to the extent that it was now written into law that women were no more than helpless babies, and her boyfriend subscribed to the new belief wholeheartedly.

And it wasn’t like she could leave him and go and live on her own. Women were considered dependents now, just like children. It was either this or go back to living with her strict parents. And in any case… she did love him. Even if he was a radical believer in a woman’s “rightful place”.

“Baby Bee,” he cooed. Baby Bee. That’s who she was now. Not Beatrice. Not anymore. “Come to Daddy, sweetheart. I think you’ve had enough time in the corner. I need to give you a diaper check.”

She waddled over to her Daddy obediently, and he spun her around. Beatrice squealed in protest, but he just delivered a sharp smack to the top of her thighs to settle her down. She pouted while he checked her nappy – he always made it last far longer than it needed to be. She knew he did it deliberately, to make her feel like a big baby having to stand still while someone else poked and prodded her nappy to see if she’d wet or messed it. He could just ask her! But no, he treated her like she couldn’t be trusted to tell the truth. Or worse, that she might not even know she needed changing!

Beatrice blushed crimson when she heard him sniffing the air, like he was trying to tell if she’d pooped. Then he hooked a finger into the waistband of her diaper and pulled it out so he could peek down the back. “No messes,” he said, as if he hadn’t already known. He spun her back around and grabbed the swollen front of her baby pants.

Beatrice wrinkled her nose in disgust as she felt the cold, clammy, pee-soaked padding press against her pussy. She’d had no choice but to pee herself! She wasn’t even allowed to use the toilet anymore. She stared at her feet, wishing she was somewhere else – back in a world where she didn’t have to go potty in her pants.

Her Daddy slipped a finger into the leg-band of her nappy and felt the wetness there. “Baby’s done lots of wee-wees,” he announced, and Beatrice felt herself going even redder. “But you know the rules, sweetie. You don’t get a change unless you’ve done a stinky or you’re about to leak.”

“But Daddy!” she whined. “I’ve got to be about to leak! They’re so full and icky…”

“No baby,” he said firmly. “They can take at least another full wetting before you have to worry about pee-pee running down your legs.”

“But that might not be for ages!” Beatrice whined again, but all that got her was another smack on her bottom.

She knew what she had to do. She might as well get it done with now so she could have a change straight away. Bending her knees and screwing up her face, trying to pretend she wasn’t doing this right in front of her boyfriend, Beatrice started straining to fill her diaper like the oversized baby she legally was.

“Awww,” her Daddy cooed. “Is baby making a stinky?”

Beatrice didn’t think it was possible for her face to get any redder. She clenched her eyes shut so she wouldn’t have to see her boyfriend’s smirking, satisfied face while she messed her nappy. He was enjoying this. His formerly independent girlfriend turned into his big baby toy. Put in her rightful place as a woman.

When Beatrice was done dirtying her diaper, her Daddy turned her around again and cupped the seat of her nappy firmly, feeling the weight there. She gagged as she felt the horrid mess in her pants get squished against her bottom.

“Okay baby Bee,” her boyfriend said with another firm pat on her diapered bum, “Daddy will change your nappy soon. But for now you can go play outside for a bit.”

Beatrice looked up at him in horror. “But…” she spluttered, “but you said…”

“You can have a nappy change, princess,” he reassured her, “but it’s a lovely day, so you can spend some time playing in the garden first. Daddy has some grown-up things to do.”

Beatrice broke down into tears. “No!” she wailed. “No Daddy! I wanna change now! I don’t wanna play outside!”

“That’s enough fussing, stinky-pants,” he said sternly, taking her by the arm and leading her over to the back door. He opened it and took her outside. “You can spend some time out here, and if there are any more tantrums you’ll be going straight over my knee, little lady.”

He kissed her lovingly on the forehead, then went back inside, leaving his infantilised girlfriend to play in the garden in her messy pants until he was ready to change her.

With tears running down her cheeks and a stinky diaper sagging between her legs, baby Bee had no choice but to be a good girl and do as Daddy said.

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Lost in the Rhythm - AB/DL Fiction, Hypnosis Story

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You didn't know what you were getting into. You started seeing a therapist, something you really should have done long ago. You'd put it off for years, until the night terrors became impossible to bear any longer. That's when you met Dr. Vale.

You'd never seen nor heard of her practice before, yet her office was just a few miles away, tucked into the corner of a half-abandoned shopping center. When you saw the add for it online, it was if it were calling out to you directly. "Come find yourself. Recapture what used to make you, you." Words on a screen had never seemed so appealing. So you went ahead and set the appointment.

The consultation with Dr. Vale was perfectly normal. She was a kind, soft-spoken, older woman, and her office was neat and welcoming. She had a lovely couch for you to sit on, and you told her all about your night terrors and how they'd grown worse over the last few years, as you reached the latter half of your twenties.

She asked you when they started, and you recited memories of waking up in cold sweats all throughout your childhood. Her ears seemed to perk up at that, and she listened with a welcoming charm that invited you to reveal more. You told her about your parents, and your school life. Even about your first crushes and heartbreaks. She soaked them all in and at the end, she offered a warm smile and you felt just the smallest bit of prolonged pain melt away like ice beneath a freshly-lit candle flame.

The whole following week, your footsteps felt a little lighter. Your shoulders didn't bear quite as much weight. And you chalked it all up to your visit with Dr. Vale. To think you were already feeling so much better after just a consultation, you were thrilled to see how you felt after a real session. But you should have realized something was off. Things that seem too good to be true oftentimes are.

When you arrived at her office for your first true visit, you were surprised to find you'd arrived first. You sat down on the familiar couch, but the doctor was nowhere to be seen. You waited for some time, with nothing to entertain you but the incessant ticking of the clock above the door. As it ticked away, time slowed to a crawl for you. You watched the clock's hand as each second passed, feeling the full weight of each one as they came and left your world.

By the time the door finally opened, you were in a profound state of calm. Too calm to even notice the items Dr. Vale carried with her when she entered the room. You shook your head and blinked away the sleepy crust that had accrued in your eyes, and as your vision returned to you, it settled on Dr. Vale's lovely smile. The weight of your worry sank deeper into a place too far and foreign to feel.

"It's nice to see you again," she said as she sat down in her armchair. She placed what she was carrying down at her side.

Before long, you found yourself opening up to her again, this time delving even deeper into inner chambers of your mind you'd locked long ago, so far into the past you hardly even remembered they were there. She took each one and lifted it from you, easing that burden just enough to make it all seem so manageable. You were so thrilled with your decision to see her. And so proud of yourself for making the call.

That's when she spoke up. "You know, honey," she said with her usual firm yet loving tone. "You've told me so much about you in such a short amount of time. I feel like I've really gotten to know you, the person you are, and the person you want to be. And I've seen how your demeanor has changed, even just between our first meeting and now. You feel it too, don't you?"

You nodded, embarrassed and cheeks burning a bright rosy-pink hue. It was one thing to acknowledge these feelings yourself, but to have her speak them so plainly, it was as if she'd turned a mirror on you. And for the first time, you liked what you saw.

Her smile widened further. She was there with you, meeting you where you needed her to. You could feel her understanding. She saw you, the way you really needed to be seen. And her smile told you all you needed to know about her thoughts as well. She was happy for you, thrilled she could help you open yourself up, even just that little bit.

"I think I have something here that will help you even more, if you're willing to try it," she said, gesturing toward her pile of things beside her. "They're a bit unconventional, but I really think you're a perfect candidate for this kind of therapy."

You didn't even question it. You just happily agreed without even giving it a second thought. You trusted her completely. How foolish to trust someone you'd known for such a short amount of time, and yet you did, because you were naive, or maybe because you were vulnerable. She was certainly willing to take advantage of that vulnerability.

Seeing your eagerness, Dr. Vale reached down and pulled out a silver pocket watch. It was beautiful, and it shone in the office's faint lights. On its face, there was an engraving of a crescent moon featured prominently amongst a star-lit sky. She held the pocket watch out in front of you and scooched her chair forward, drawing closer to you.

She let the pocket watch fall down and it swung back and forth like a pendulum. Your eyes followed it each way it went, back and forth, back and forth. Before you even knew it, your eyes were transfixed, and you couldn't focus your attention anywhere else. With each swing of the pendulum, the sound of the ticking clock echoed throughout your ear like a thunderous chorus singing a soothing hymn.

"You've been such a good girl for me, love," she said. Her words were as the wind, beautiful and forever present without needing to be seen. They were felt instead. "You're doing so well, but I know you can do even better. You can be a good little girl for me. You can escape all those adult worries that frighten you so much. If you give in, if you fall and let me catch you, I'll take care of those things for you."

"I'll hold you and love you," she continued. "And I'll cherish you always. Close your eyes. Just listen to the sound of my voice. Feel yourself giving in, feel the weight of your toes as they touch the tips of your shoes. Feel them grow heavier, and feel that weight run along your feet to your ankles, and then to your legs. Feel it all around your pelvis and torso, as the sense of warmth and completeness travels to the very top of your head and flows down your scalp like raindrops. You want to be my good girl. You want to give in. You came here knowing, deep down, that you weren't cut out for adult life. You want to let it all go. Be a good girl for me, sweetie. Be a good girl for Mommy."

Something tugged within you. You wanted to resist. You knew she was talking nonsense, and yet the severity of what she was asking wasn't lost on you. You felt it, your identity, your adult self, slipping away into the farthest reaches of your mind. There was a moment, a single, perfect moment where you had to make a choice. To choose to fight back, to grab hold of that version of you and refuse to let go. Or to give in. To trust her, to let her guide you. We both know which one you picked.

Who you were, everything that made you the adult you'd become, it flowed away into the sea of your mind. You stopped holding onto it. You let go, just as you let go of everything else you'd been holding onto. You let the warmth flood into your pants and spread beneath your bottom, soaking the seat. You sat here in a puddle of your own making, and as the final drops escaped your bladder, you knew your transformation was complete. The ecstasy of it all gave way to reality, to a sharp pang of anxiety, but it was too late.

You could no longer speak. Each time you tried, you heard only babbles escape your lips. And soon those babbles became sobs. "There, there," your new Mommy said. "It's alright love, babies like you aren't expected to keep their big girl pants dry. Come on sweetie, let's get you changed."

She lifted you effortlessly, as if your body weighed next to nothing. She was much stronger than she looked, but whatever she did to you also made you entirely limp. You put up no fight whatsoever, no matter how much you tried. She unrolled a changing mat and laid you atop it before removing your clothes. You felt so vulnerable, having her see you in such a state, and yet there was something else too, something Mommy refused to allow to go unnoticed.

"My my," she said. "It looks like my little girl is wet in more than just one way. Such a silly, naughty baby. Mama will have to play with you a bit so you can release some of that naughty energy."

She lifted your butt and placed a thick diaper beneath you. She rubbed baby lotion all around your thighs, and when she made her way to the middle, she ran two fingers up along the wetness, stirring something up within you and causing you to shiver. Suddenly, the ecstasy had returned. She sprinkled baby powder on you and taped your diaper up into place, then gave you a firm pat on the bottom.

"There, all finished, baby girl." Next, she helped you into a onesie, one perfectly tailored to fit you. She'd been planning this from the moment you'd met, and there was nothing you could do about it now. You were foolish enough to trust her, and pathetic enough to give in. This was it. This was your life now. You'd made your choice.

From that day on, Mommy took care of you. She took you away from that office, and you never returned home. She blindfolded you while she drove you to her home. So even if you did someday regain your ability to speak and move your limbs like a full-fledged adult, you'd never know where you were. But she made sure things would never get to that point in the first place, as each morning, when you woke up in your already soggy diapers, she'd pull out the pendulum and swing it before you. Your eyes would follow it and all your big girl thoughts would fade away into the rhythm of the ticking clock. And you'd smile and coo like a good little girl. And each morning, your little hypnosis sessions always ended the same way. With you giving a few firm pushes before filling your diaper and giggling like the good little girl you'd always be from now on.

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Libby’s Little Predicament (Short Story)

ooOoo

Five seconds…

Eyes wide, she shook her head, desperately pleading with the clock to speed up or to break or miraculously just disappear.

Four…

Tears burst from her eyes, dribbling down her cheeks mixed in with her running snot. It was supposed to be right this time, she was supposed to be free! She was a big girl! Really she was! If only she could just convince her. Now, crawling around the room, her bum wiggling in the air, she was aware of how ridiculous she looked. Hell, she was practically humping the carpet.

Libby didn’t think she was going to make it. The potty sat over against the wall- pink and sparkly and locked up with the stupid chain.

Three seconds now.

Her face crumpled, unable to stop the flow of tears as she pleaded to whatever God up there not to let her fail. If she could hold it just a few more seconds then this would all be over.

But Libby already knew it was too late.

Having held it in since lunch, she drank from her bottle every hour like a good girl, gaining hundreds of streamers and bringing in the money acting like the little baby everyone wanted her to be.

Three months, she had been stuck here in this oversized nursery fit for an adult sized baby. Sickeningly pink and filled to the brim with frilly outfits and dolls and toys, it would be an actual child’s dream room.

However for her, it had quickly become a never-ending nightmare.

Back in October, she’d seen the beautiful woman at the bar and Libby had been the hooker, just looking for an extra buck or two. Libby had spotted her a mile away, flashing her Cartier watch nursing a glass of red wine. Lean body, olive skin, and dark cascading hair… everything about her screamed money! Italian!

At the time, she’d thought it strange how such a beautiful woman could be so alone. But that’s exactly what she’d been hoping for and Libby was been stupid enough to fall for her trap.

Absolutely smashed off her face that night, easily she went home with her. They had sex, she demanded the money - which she almost got - but then she didn’t. With her panties on the ground, kneeling over her on all fours, the woman hadn’t even felt her bladder loosen until a warm pool of liquid had formed beneath the two of them.

Surprisingly the woman wasn’t mad and that’s what confused her even more. Her comforter was probably worth hundreds by the looks of it. Libby told her to keep the money for the mess she’d caused, eager to get away, but the woman had had a different proposal- one, if she’d been in her right mind - would have turned down. Heck, she didn’t even know her name… and still didn’t.

Now, staring at the timer, with one second left, it was all over. The floodgate opened. Starting with a few tiny dribbles, it just became heavier until she couldn’t even attempt to hold it in.

She was so close!

The timer went off and the camera blinked red, the invisible audience watching in silent anticipation. They could see her but she could not see them.

Libby had become all too used to the feel of her hot piss splashing and filling up the absorbent padding. Squatting with her legs spread at the camera, it not only gave the best view to the viewers but was the most comfortable. This way it wouldn’t splash up her back or leak from the sides. It was embarrassing she even knew that but if she wanted to stay sane, the girl had to do whatever she could to survive.

Now, hanging her head in shame, the sudden flood of dings throughout the room was music to her ears. It was the sound of money rolling in. People paying to see her debased and humiliated like this. Everyday there were different requests that people would pay hundreds, sometimes even thousands to see her do. If she was able to follow through, that meant treats were in order. However some tasks were meant to be impossible yet that didn’t mean she still didn’t try.

Mommy promised once she paid back her debt for peeing in her bed and was able to go a whole day without wetting and messing her diaper, they could talk about letting her go. The girl welcomed the money and the embarrassment if it meant freedom in the end.

But of course, once again, she’d failed.

Libby knew though that she had, stupidly and drunkenly, agreed to this on her own free will. Who was she to complain?

ooOoo

“Muffin top, were you a good girl for Mommy and all of her friends?”

It wasn’t even a moment later she heard the jingling of keys and the beeps of the code on the other side of the door. Mommy was always watching and waiting and ready to step in at every moment. She was a famous live-streamer, Libby had come to find out, and popular in the fetish world- was that even the right term to use?

“Mommy!” She whined in a light and airy tone. Her voice had taken on a new timbre, becoming delicate, weak, young. She’d perfected the voice so much, always talking in it, she wasn’t even sure if she could go back to her old one. There were eyes and ears everywhere and she could not afford to break the role or else Mommy would tan her hide faster than she can blink.

Lifting her arms, smiling painfully bright, she’d mastered just what the woman wanted and if she wanted to get out of this soaked diaper, she’d act her damn ass off.

“Mommy wet!” She squealed.

Popping the pink sparkly paci into her mouth from off the ground, suckling obediently, she didn’t fight the intruding fingers poking down the back and sides of her diaper.

“Oh, yes you are! Was my little cupcake not able to hold her pee pee for the potty? You know you get potty time every several hours. You aren’t supposed to actually use your diapees, silly!” She bopped her on the nose.

Her face burned red, stomach churning in humiliation at this beautiful woman dressed in a skin tight black dress and perfectly curled hair. Blue eyes sparkling in amusement, she knew exactly what she was thinking. Why would any beautiful woman like her go for a naked diapered adult baby who couldn't even hold in her own pee?

Mommy called her Muffin Top because her belly was like a, well, muffin top, pooling over. It grew bigger everyday as did her thighs grow in thickness and face turn round. She used to be skinny. She used to have a body to kill for that any woman would chase after. Now? She was just her mommy’s little Muffin Top. What good would that get her in life?

She couldn’t help the tears, as they started up once again and Mommy loved the tears.

“Oh, baby,” she cooed, lifting her from the soft carpet cradled in her arms. Her hand cupped her bottom, every squeeze emitting a loud and wet squelch. “Mommy knows how hard it is trying to be a big girl but some people are meant to be little. Some people are meant to use their diapees and wait for their mommy for changes. Isn’t that right, baby?”

“No!” She whined. “Big giwl! I, a big giwl!”

With her face pressed against her large soft bosoms, in all honesty, she didn’t feel very big at the moment.

Throwing a tantrum would get plenty of money from those watching (everyone loved a brat) but that’s not what she thought about. Turning and tossing her head, blonde pigtails swinging every way, Mommy could only giggle, watching the over-grown child prove her points exactly. Slapping her tender thigh, admiring the jiggle, immediately that caught the attention of the Little. Cringing at the painful sting, only then did she quiet down.

“Answer me this baby.” She enquired. “Do big girls have tantrums? Do they wet themselves in a diaper? Do they crawl around naked suckling on a binky?”

It was all rhetorical and the diapered girl had no rational response.

“Since the baby has proven she’s too little to wait for the potty, I think it’s best she stays in diapers for the time being.”

The only reason Libby could never hold in her pee pee was that she was always loaded up on bottles and mommy liked to change potty time and make her squirm. There were always some obstacles designed for her to fail.

It just wasn’t fair!

While she’d stupidly agreed to this, she felt herself begin to slip more and more everyday, forgetting that she’s not actually a baby.

It was all pretend.

Fake.

She was an adult.

Twenty-eight years old.

College graduate.

She did not need a stuffed elephant to help her fall asleep and she did not enjoy suckling on her strawberry flavored paci or getting dressed in pretty clothes with matching dolls with matching diapers. Don’t even get her started on the lack of control, putting on a show like a circus animal for thousands of internet people!

“There’s no need for tears, sweetie.” A hand patted her back, bouncing her up and down. She suckled, quickly and rhymically taking too much comfort in the silicone object.

“Now, you’ve gone tinkle but no stinkys! No diaper change is set without number one and number two, and by the size of your big belly,” she couldn’t help but jiggle her milk-filled pouch, “someone’s got a big poo to get out! Can you do that for mommy?”

Did she even have a choice? The girl could only blink with tired eyes, her stomach actually feeling familiarly hard.

“User Sissyboy and User Twinkletoes have bet five hundred dollars that little Libby can’t handle three enemas! Let’s see whose right, hmm? Can you go poo poo for mommy? For the streamers? Be a good girl, oh yes you can! You’re mommy’s stinky girl!”

Placed on the changing table, her legs kicked out spastically. Involuntary laughter burst from her chest - high pitched giggles - as strawberries were blown on her pudgy tummy and Libby knew, at this rate she’d never be out of diapers.

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A/N: I just thought I would post a short story in the meantime between writing the other stories on DD. I know I’m so slow with updating so I just wanted to give a little something extra :)

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I’m A Big Boy!

“Pleaseee!” the boy whined. “Mama, please! I’m a big boy. Not little! Not like Aubrey!” he stomped his foot on the ground.

“Oh, you’re a big boy?” his mama crossed her arms over chest watching as his face crumpled up, lips quivering. “Well, you aren’t acting very big right now. Do big boys have tantrums? Do they throw their food?”

The black-haired boy went quiet, wide brown eyes now intensely focused on the ground. It wasn’t fair. Nothing was fair! A whimper escaped from his pouty lips, angry tears pouring down his face.

“Micah, you know the condition.” she squatted down in front of the sobbing boy. She squeezed his chin in her hand. “Mama and Daddy can not be with our guests if we have a messy little boy. It will not be fun for either of us, I can guarantee you that.”

“But I won’t go potty!” he argued, very proud of his big boy undies. “I won’t! I pwomise! Pwea-”

“No.” her voice hardened as she grabbed him by the arm. “Be lucky you’re not wearing a diaper. Do you want to be like your sister?”

He grumbled, looking over at his stinky sister completely oblivious, playing with her dolls in a stupid diaper.

“Your sister couldn’t control her pee-pee and poopies. Now, she’s in a very comfy diaper and doesn’t have to worry anymore. She didn’t complain, did she?”

Because she’s stupid-

“Answer me.” her grip tightened.

“N-no, mama.” he mumbled.

“I thought you could be mama and daddy’s good boy. You want to watch the fireworks don’t you?”

That was his favorite part! He perked up and the waterworks began to subside. They never let them stay up for New Year’s Eve but this year he wanted to show everyone what a big boy he was.

He wasn’t a stupid baby like Aubrey.

“Mommy is going to be nice and give you a choice: either pullup or diaper. If it were daddy, you would be in diapers by now, just remember that.”

Well, when she put it like that…

“Fine. Puwl-up- ahhh!” He screeched as a sharp slap come down on his thigh.

“Ask mama again in your good boy voice. No grumbles.”

With his face a fiery red, he asked again in a shaking voice, “p-pwease can I wear a puwl-up?”

“Of course, honey! When you ask like that!” She placed a sloppy wet kiss on his cheek before standing up. “Go get your pull-up for mommy and then you can help me change Aubrey. Does that sound good?”

Sitting on the rug of their bedroom, the girl looked up at the sound of her name, brown eyes wide; with her legs splayed out, just a hint of white peeked out from under her dress, the slightest tint of yellow yet she didn’t notice.

ooOoo

“Nooo! Dada no!” he screeched, falling onto his padded bum in tears. Staring at himself in the mirror in just a star covered pull up, and red shirt with a bow tie, he was the exact opposite of a big boy. Big boys wore pants! Snot dripped from his nose as his hands tightened into fists.

“Mama tell me-”

“Mama is not the only parent in this house.” unbudging, his daddy watched as he screamed and whined at the top of his lungs.

“Nah’ fair! B-big boy! Dada bi’boy!”

“Daddy, can wait all night, Micah. Don’t you want to play with Aubrey? Or daddy can put you to bed at 8:00 o’clock? It is your choice.”

Well he didn’t want that… but everyone would think he was a baby. His sister was a big baby. His little cousin, Willa, was a big baby.

But he was a big boy. No one would believe him after this.

The sound of laughter sounded from downstairs as more people arrived at the house. It was only seven o’clock, the night was just starting.

“Bi’boy…” he pouted and his shoulders dropped in resignation.

“Are you ready to be daddy’s sweet boy?”

He nodded, black hair falling in his face, and held his arms out. His daddy knew how much he loved their cuddles. Without a pause he was scooped up into strong arms, legs wrapping around his waist.

“Let's go downstairs. Daddy will even let you have a little treat if you continue to be a good boy.”

The former eighteen-year-old grinned, excited at the sound of that and pledged to be on his best behavior.

But his eyes widened as they entered the living room full of people. There were some familiar faces and then those he’d never seen before. They mingled with one another, sipping the same red drink, mommy and daddy drank every night so it must have been an icky grown up drink.

His arms tightened around the older man, face hidden in the crook of his neck as passing comments were made about the puffy object around his waist.

“Why don’t we say hello to your sister? It appears she has made some friends.”

It appeared she had. Micah scowled as he spotted Aubrey on the couch. She sat in a blonde woman’s lap surrounded by several others.

Everybody loved Aubrey because of how sweet and innocent she roped people into believing her to be.

And Miss Lemon, her latest victim, drove him insane. He didn’t like the lady because she always made him feel smaller. Micah didn’t see why he had to be nice to her but daddy said she was mommy’s work friend. If he was mean to her then mommy’s feelings would be hurt.

Micah didn’t want to do that.

“Dada…”

“Just smile and do whatever Miss Lemon says.”

That was harder said than done as they approached the chatty bat.

“Pat!” she exclaimed, raising her glass in greeting as her other arm was kept securely around Aubrey’s waist.

His sister smiled at the sight of them, her pink paci bouncing in her mouth. The other women awed over her.

“Hello Kendra,” he greeted. “Denise. Belinda.”

“Come! Sit down!” she exclaimed loudly.

Micah didn’t know what his mommy saw in Miss Lemon. The lady’s blonde curls sprung in just about every direction and lips were a crazy bright red which left marks on the glass.

Mommy wouldn’t like that.

His sister’s head was cushioned in her enormous boobs which Micah could never look away from because his mommy’s were small and soft. Her’s looked hard and uncomfy.

“We actually just wanted to say hello to my little girl!”

“Fwoggy” his sister beamed and took a picture book from one of the other woman’s hands.

“Oh my goodness!” Daddy gasped. “Is that Princess and The Frog?”

Giggles elicited from her body as she nodded her head in excitement at her favorite book.

“This little princess just about begged us for a story!” the woman, Denise? Responded.

“Me pwincess!”

“Oh, that’s right, you’re the prettiest little princess there is! However, there seems to be a prince missing.”

He shifted nervously, fingers tightening around his daddy’s collar as all eyes flashed towards him.

“Or do you mean princess?” the third woman giggled, sipping from her glass. “Do put him down with us. We can watch him for a bit, Pat. Go and mingle.”

No no no… this was what he was afraid would happen. No no-

“Well, I did want to check on Nina and get some food in their tummies.”

He patted his chubby belly, pooling over his pullup. His parents said that chubby boys were healthy boys so Micah was very proud of his little tummy. But right now, his stomach dropped in fear as his daddy seemed to give in. Starting to whine, a sharp pinch to his thigh nipped any fight about to rise.

“Oh, don’t worry about that,” Bellinda, the raven haired woman with a bad tan, waved off and gestured, “We’ve got plenty of milk to spare between the three of us. Nina already said she was fine with it.”

“Well, if you’re sure that’s alright.”

“Go take a break. We love the Littles! There’s a reason we’re teachers.”

The heavy feeling that had built up in his chest could no longer be held back as he was handed off to the orange lady.

“Daddy will be back soon, Micah. You want to be a big boy, don’t you?”

He was inconsolable, unable to process anything that was said as the rather large woman- Belinda- lifted him off the couch and onto her lap. She smelt stinky of too much perfume and pat his head, wiping the tears away with her thumb.

“You’re going to be daddy’s good boy. Someone doesn’t want to get on the wrong side of Miss Lemon”

The woman beside him whispered into his ear and his blood went cold.

ooOoo

This was the exact reason he didn’t like Miss Lemon and her friends…

“Oh look at his hair. ” Miss Belinda played with the ends of his curls, ending just above his shoulders.

His mommy loved his hair long and shaggy but it constantly got in his eyes which annoyed him and made people make stupid comments like this.

“I keep telling Nina and Pat that he would make the cutest princess!” Miss Lemon gushed. “Would you like that Miss Aubrey? Another little girl to play with?”

No response came from his sister who currently had her mouth stuffed with an enormous boob, just as he had moments ago; and lulled into a tranquil state, the eighteen year old girl melted into Miss Lemon’s arms, suckling the creamy white liquid in delight.

They wore matching sparkling party hats and her poofy short red dress ended just above her waist allowing everyone to see her very wet diaper.

It had been an hour and still mommy and daddy had not come back.

“Oh, he definitely would. Perhaps if we brought him to Sweetie Pies and he could play with all of the other Sissies-”

“Oh no!” Miss Lemon exclaimed, now on her sixth glass of the red drink. “You don’t know how many times I’ve told Nina. The kids have no friends! They sit here all day in the house with Pat, with no social interaction. I mean, Nina works at the daycare with us! It’s so easy just to bring them along, I don’t understand!”

She downed the rest of the glass, an unhinged look in her eye as she roughly switched Aubrey to her other engorged pale breast.

“And don’t even get me started on feeding,” she continued. “Of course, everyone has their preferences bu-but formula, really? Look at how skinny they are. I’m worried that they aren’t getting proper nutrients and the bond between them can not be as strong. See how Aubrey clings to me.”

The women glanced down at the girl who’s hands cupped her breast, feeding in a hungry manner as his body lay limp, eyes heavy.

“If I was there mommy-”

“Kendra!”

“Mommy!”

Everyone froze.

“Ladies, I see you’ve kept my kids entertained.” she laughed, sitting down.

Micah crawled into her lap, trying not to show the ache that was exploding in his tummy and eager to get away from the crazy ladies.

If there was any indication that she’d heard what they were saying, she didn’t show it.

He could not go potty right now. Not when everyone was watching. He was a big boy. Not baby. Not like-

“You’re quite wiggly, sweetie. Does someone have to go potty?” she shifted him so he was now facing the group and hand gently massaged his tummy. He twisted and turned, unable to hold back a groan as the ache increased now in his little willy.

“I did just feed him,” Miss Bellinda pointed out. “He must also be sleepy, little boys should not be awake this long.”

His cheeks tinted pink as he clung to his momma, the front of her shirt twisted in his hands.

“N-no bed,” he mumbled. “Bi’ boy. I’m big boy-”

“Micah,” his head was tilted up towards her. “Remember what we talked about?

How could he forget… taunting him, just a few feet away was the tiny plastic blue potty.

“Mommy will help you take off your pull-up baby, don’t worry. Then you can stay up and see the fireworks. How does that sound, hmm?”

They acted as if he had a choice. Then glancing at Aubrey, she smiled, teeth bared. While her eyes glistened mockingly, to everyone else, she was their perfect little angel.

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A/N: Thanks for reading! You can read more about Micah and Aubrey in the Little Beginnings series on dd: Fifers12

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What more could a girl want?

She twirled in circles, her dress swirling about to the rhythm of the waltz. Tapping against the ballroom floor was the soft patter of her heels. Voices echoed around her—the vicious sound of gossip, kind tones, feelings of jealousy. A bead of sweat dripped down the back of her neck. Nothing would stop her from moving! From dancing! With her eyes closed, she imagined him in her arms. The two of them, together at last, and no one could force them apart. 

She pictured his pale blue eyes, full of warmth, and deep-throated laugh. He escorted her by the arm walking side by side through the gardens. Her name was on his lips. Darla. Oh, his lips! Pink and soft to the touch, practically melting, Darla would remember this night perfectly. He’d promised they’d be together forever, tucking the rose behind her ear. 

She’d reached out her hand, messing up his perfect gelled blonde hair- so blonde- it was almost white. If a man defined perfection, it was Xavier Sandman the Duke of Harrington. From his perfectly symmetrical face, strong jaw, and pink lips, he was the most eligible bachelor around. She couldn’t find a single fault. 

The past two years had been absolutely magical, so unreal it felt like a dream. Now, with her twenty-first birthday having approached it came time for the big question. The statement that would change her life forever. 

There was only one purpose for the coming out ball and that was to find your soulmate. In Napperland, every woman in high society attended at the age of twenty-one. 

Now it was her turn. 

The air was cool and crisp, sending a jolt down her spine as they stepped out into the darkness. Xavier had insisted on the gardens. 

It was a pleasant change, the noise fading into the background, able to hear for the first time that night. She followed hand in hand down the lit cobblestone path away from the ball and hoard of people. 

While some preferred the attention and glam, they were the opposite. What was an intimate moment should be done in an intimate way. 

Darla could only thank the heavens for the darkness, hiding her pink cheeks. 

She was a modest girl unlike the others decked down in elaborate gowns and diamonds large enough to feed an entire continent. 

Her dress was a modest pale pink long-sleeved gown. Lace covering her neck and ending just at the ground, it hugged her curves in all the right places while still allowing movement. 

Simple earrings were the only jewelry worn with her auburn hair done up in two Dutch braids, displaying the roundness of her face. 

Coming to a stop, the young aristocrat could hardly contain her gasp, gazing in shock at the padded bench, surrounded by lilies, already covered and prepared with supplies.

She’d recounted the proposal of her older sister more times than she could count, feeling as if her time would never come.

But here it was… no longer a fantasy. 

“You know I love you,” he began, bending down to one knee with a nervous smile. “I’ve loved you since the day I laid eyes on you at Kingston Manor when you tripped, nearly falling into the fountain. What a disaster that would’ve been!”

An unexpected laugh bubbled up from her chest, tears brimming in her chocolate eyes. 

“I knew that moment, two years ago, that I’d follow you to the ends of the earth. It wouldn’t matter if you were penniless and a peasant, my heart had been captured and you were not about to let it go. I can’t imagine being apart and I hope you feel the same. I promise to care for you until our dying day. I’ll be the best Caregiver and Daddy, I can be, just give me a chance. Lady Darla Pauline Heathers,” he pulled a tiny black box from his back pocket, “will you be my Little?”

Opening the box was a pink pacifier, their initials encrusted in diamonds on the front.  

Tears trickling down her cheeks, she mumbled out a, yes. Embracing and lips pressed together passionately, he stood at almost six feet. Reaching on her tiptoes, his hands at her waist, they molded into one being. One entity.

It could've been seconds or hours but a more pressing, stinky manner grounded them once more. though, drowning in ecstasy, the crinkle was impossible to ignore.

Mother would scold her for improper behavior but damn etiquette! They were in love!!

There were two parts to the proposal for it to be official. Breaking apart, she announced with practiced ease, “I, Lady Darla Pauline Heathers, accept you: Lord Xavier Landon Sandman to be my Caregiver and Daddy. Please, may you change my diaper?”

Lifting up the ends of her gown to her waist, the sagging yellow-brown thick padding between her thighs was on full display. 

All noble women were prepared from the time they were young for the ceremony and post-teenage years. Remember, this was only the engagement and not until the wedding was complete, could they truly be Caregiver and Little. 

This was a privilege only afforded to the most wealthy and elite to become un-potty trained, pampered baby girls of Dukes, Kings, alike. 

It’s how you told apart from the peasants from the aristocracy. Just check beneath their dresses. 

It was rather a large crime for peasant women to be diapered and incontinent past the age of seven years old. They were treading in a place they did not belong and never would. Of course, there were exceptions for the medically incontinent but those were rare and were strict guidelines for who qualified to be diapered.

Now, she spread her legs as he cupped her crotch, slowly moving to the backside. Squeezing firmly, further pushing around the warm brown load, Darla could not help the pleasurable sigh that escaped her lips. 

It had taken two years for her to get to this point where all hesitation was out the window. No longer did she have to think about wetting or messing herself, it just came naturally. Her governess, Mrs. Pembleton was a stern woman with stern methods but she’d gotten the job done.

Messy days were now her favorite. It was like floating on a cloud, warm and soft. Now she got to share it with Xavier.

The first diaper change was an intimate moment, solidifying the engagement until the wedding. Her diaper was nearly bursting, hardly able to be contained by the plastic pants and soakers. 

A wise man once said, the fuller the diaper the stronger the love. 

Of course, it was just a saying but Darla couldn’t have been more proud. 

It was well-known her cousin’s (bless her soul) engagement was broken off due to her inability to mess. It was seen as a slight on her boyfriend, not even attempting to release her bowels for him. It was quite the scandal at the time. Now, forever she would spend her days, diaperless and manless, away in a convent somewhere up north. 

“You’re absolutely perfect,” he whispered, unzipping the back of her dress. “I wouldn’t care if your diaper was clean, you are that special.”

Opening her mouth, the rubber bulb slid between her lips with ease, resting comfortably. Once again, the waterworks began as she laid back on the bench suddenly hit with a burst of warmth. 

She glanced down, her fingers and toes curling into the fabric. 

Heated blanket. 

The bulb bouncing between her lips, Darla felt rather indifferent to her bare state as the layers were peeled back, revealing the mess she’d created. 

“I believe three diapers will do the trick! You sure are a stinky girl, aren’t you?”

Darla couldn’t dispute that, spotting a mischievous smile as a warm wipe touched her skin, legs raised in the air, ensuring every possible nook and cranny could be cleaned effectively. 

Some preferred this moment to be done in front of the Court, as was most likely happening now, but for Darla it was just too personal. Too special of a moment to have it spoiled by onlookers. 

Another part of her, couldn’t wait to re-enter the ballroom. Not everyone received engagements and that was clear from the pacified girls to the paci-less. 

Her arch-nemisis, Lorena Kingston (remmeber the manor?) had bragged about her sure engagement to the Duke of Neaderpoint- some faraway castle in a faraway land no one really cared about. It would be a pleasant sight, Darla couldn’t deny, to see her taken down a notch. 

“I think that ought to do it!” 

Had it happened already? He helped her up, thighs separated by thick padding, unable to close shut. The waddle would be unable to ignore and it seemed dancing smoothly was out of question for the rest of the night. 

“Do you feel alright?” his brows furrowed together nervously. “I tried not to make it too tight and apply the right amount of powder. Mother always explained the threat of diaper rash. I wouldn’t want to cause-” “Aviah,” she spoke his name, words jumbled by the pacifier, “I’ish abshowoowy perfect!”

Until now, her governess and father had always diapered her (it was unbecoming for two diapered women to change one another) with rather rough hands. The young Lord was a positively splendid change 

First-time diaper changes were a scary but exhilarating feeling and Darla would not allow her intended to beat himself up! No, that certainly would not do. 

As her dress fell back to the ground, she stood up (not without some help). Escorted arm in arm, they made their way back to the ball, a renewed sense of energy streaming through their system… and into her diapers. 

“Already wet?” he quirked a smile. 

She blushed, the squelch of wet padding trailing in their step. Today was a good day- no, scratch that. It was a perfect day. Diapered, pacified, and pampered by the love of her life… what more could a girl want? 

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A/N: 

Hello everybody! As promised I would post a short story once a month (may have been twice now)! Please comment, like, and share! I know, typically I do forced regression stories but have recently become interested in AU worlds and thought I would try my hand at it.

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Kitty-Kat’s Little Adventure

Kitty was absolutely buzzed with excitement as the tv flickered to her favorite show. She focused on bright colors, glancing over the jumbled words that appeared on the screen. Reading was not a needed skill when she had her daddy to tell her stories all the time. 

At daycare, they taught her how to spell her name and that was all she needed to know. 

Daddy called her his little Kitty Kat. Though, sometimes it was Little Miss Crinkle Pants, Lil Stinker, or Poopoo Machine like on her bib, tied around her neck. But of course, she was daddy’s kitty first and foremost. There was no question about that as she bounced in his lap, legs splayed in only a very thick diaper. 

“Dada wook!” she exclaimed, unfazed by the dribbling milk coming from her mouth. 

“Oh, yes very nice! Does Kitty like the colors?” 

Like a bobblehead, she nodded enthusiastically, two bleached blonde pigtails swinging back and forth. 

“Drink your baba. Be a good girl.”

The rubber teat teased her lips eventually being allowed to enter. A feeling of calm washed over her, focused on the moving images that did make much sense. Falling back into the comfort of Dada’s broad chest, she continued to suck down all thirty-two ounces of the creamy white liquid. Despite the protest from her very chubby tummy, Kitty continued to drink.

At almost 5 ft. 10 in, twenty-four years old, and weighing one-hundred and forty pounds, she felt tiny in his muscular arms. He was at least a foot taller, able to lift her and all the extra baggage she carried. Dada said chubby girls were healthy girls. That’s why he’d fattened her up from the stick she had once been. 

That was a long long time ago. The dark days. A time when she had no Dada and was all on her own. Where would she be now if he hadn’t rescued her? Kitty didn’t like to think about that. 

Going to a boring school called Harvard and studying to be a lawyer… it was not very fun. 

Do you know what was fun? Daycare! Every day she got to play dress up and make finger paintings for Dada. Plus, Rosie and Evie were there and they were her bestest friends in the entire world! 

They weren’t like the ones from before. What were their names? It was a long longgg time ago. She knew they weren’t good girls because Dada said they weren’t and he is always right. That’s why he rescued her that night, her head fuzzy from the icky drink that was definitely not her baba! He’d become her new home…  taking her away from the loud place and her big girl clothes that no little girl should wear. 

It was for the best, Kitty knew now. She’d put up a terrible tantrum but Dada said that was ok. It’s how little girl behave. Just not too often… then it was just bratty. 

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This was why Friday nights were his favorite: no work, all the beer he could drink, and best of all… playtime with his little Kitty- Kat.

The hypnosis series was a success, leaving her even more dependent and in need to mess. 

Finishing the last drops of her bottle laced with laxatives, Deliria, and his special milk, to say she was on another planet would be an understatement. The drug, Deliria, did exactly what it sounded like. Within minutes she would be delirious, increasing her libido until she was nothing but an icky mess of sweat, tears, and poop. 

Of course, he’d taken special measures, locking her little kitten. His Kitty couldn’t get all the fun! While she got playtime at daycare this was Dada’s time.

To her, he was Dada and that’s all he would ever be. Nowadays adult babies were all the rage on the black market. Diaper clad and with their minds turned to mush, never would he have trouble finding his own woman.

It’s not like he was ugly. Being a personal trainer, at the gym five days a week, many ladies came up to him. Tall, tanned skin with dark hair, chiseled jaw, and smoldering blue eyes (their words, not his!) he could have anyone he wanted. But he chose his little Kitty. 

The switch in her mind was all too obvious, watching as her eyes rolled to the back of her head, eyes fluttering shut. Rocking her hips as the drug took effect, the crinkling padding was enough to turn him on.

He’d fitted her with four diapers, extra absorbent and leakproof. Now, after the past two hours of continuous laxatives… Lord have mercy. 

Her lips wobbled, little whimpers emitting from her throat. 

“Dada!” she breathed. “Tickwle Dada! Hewp!” frustration coated her voice as her movements quickened, unable to achieve her desired release. 

So unbelievably sexy… if only the world could see the gem he had captured and what they were missing.

“Does your kitten tickle, princess?” he groaned. “Tell Dada to touch you. Use your words.” 

Even if she could speak, the girl was too lost in her own world. His hand moved to her chest, rolling the two little pebbles between his fingers, wrinkly and dark compared to pale hue. 

They’d played this game long enough for the fingerless mitts no longer to be needed. Kitty knew better than to touch her little buttons. Little girls were not mature enough. That’s why it was Dada’s responsibility. 

It could’ve been minutes or hours but like a bubbling volcano of lava, her stomach rumbled, churning beneath the touch of his hand.

“Is my Kitty gonna make a present for Dada?”

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“Just let go…” his breathe, warm and minty, tickled her ear. “Dada’s got you.”

Her emotions were a kaleidoscope of colors. Pure ecstasy... euphoria... but with a little touch of salt. It was like being lost in a maze. The exit so close yet so far. 

She could hear his voice, feel his presence, but the words died on her tongue as soon as they arose. Her heart thundered in her chest, threatening to break free. It was as if her entire body was a wire, tense, waiting to snap. 

As her toes curled and back arched, quick breathless pants escaped her lips. Had she died and gone to heaven? Trembling, the sound of rumpled diapers filled her ears. A moment later, there was a boom. Had her heart exploded? It felt like it was about to.

“That’s it baby. Make poopies for Dada… such a good girl.” 

Poopies? 

Grunting as her belly, let out a big push and a warm load filled her back side. Seated on Dada’s lap, her thighs continued to spread, the dark brown padding expanding rapidly. By this point, her head was consumed with just as mush as her tush. 

Hours could’ve passed and she wouldn’t have noticed. Kitty didn’t have a care in the world because floating among the stars, life could not get much better than this. 

However later… it was not so magical any longer.

“No, Kitty, no tears. Do you want a spanky?” his voice was dark and scary. 

The girl shivered, suckling urgently on the rubber bulb between her lips. She only wanted more playtime! Now he was being a meanie! Against her will, tears sprouted in her eyes, a funny feeling, almost heavy, tingling in her chest. 

Her leg kicked, hands forming into fists. It wasn’t fair! It wasn’t- 

“Don’t make Dada pull out the straps.” he squeezed her face in his hand, bent over her on the changing mat. 

The tv played in the background. Sports. 

Kitty just wanted her show back. 

Whining loudly, a sharp slap landed down on the inside of her thigh. Changing times were never her favorite because it was always chilly and she had to stop playing. 

Right now, it looked like a literal bomb had gone off yet still bucked her hips. Sliding further around in her mess, climbing up her backside she was desperate. Nothing would sooth her aching kitten. 

Dada said all kittens had to wear collars and her’s just happened to be between her legs. It was very annoying being constantly itchy down there. Rosie’s mommy itched her Kitten but Dada said it wasn’t proper for little girls. 

Now, she was angry. Her tummy felt funny and the happy feeling had disappeared. 

“Mowe poopies!” she demanded with a pout. 

Poopies equaled happy feelings and happy feelings equaled happy Kitty. 

“You can poo as much as you want darling,” he held his hands up. “But no more happy feelings until Next Friday. Does Kitty understand Dada?”

No. She did not. 

Covered in poop, the girl wailed, feet and hands slamming down upon the ground. Needless to say... she was no longer in a happy mood and the adventure was over.

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Hey everyone!! Here’s another story :)). My goal is to try to post original work at least once a month so stay tuned! Thank you for reading!!

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50 things to say to your diaper wearing little!

1. I’m glad you’re home from work sweetie, why don’t you tell me about your day while I put you in your diapers.

2. Come over here little one, I thought I smelled something stinky and I need to check if it was your diaper!

3. Is your diaper squishy baby? It looks like you’ve already had an accident.

4. Behave baby, there’s only 2 ways that diaper is coming off: when mommy/daddy needs to change you, and when they need to spank you.

5. Let me check your diaper honey, I need to make sure I put enough powder on you so you don’t get a rash today.

6. I think this store has a family restroom, let’s go inside and do a quick diaper check to see if you’re going to leak prince/princess.

7. You can’t sit on the couch baby, sit on daddy/mommy’s lap. Your diaper has more than enough padding to keep you comfy.

8. I hope your hungry baby, because you’re not getting out of that diaper until you make stinkies for me.

9. Bend over baby, I need to check the leg cuffs of your diaper, otherwise you’re going to leak with how much pee pee you make!

10. I think you’re just too little for pull-ups baby, let’s try again later. For now, let mommy/daddy put your diaper on and we can forget about the potty for a while.

11. Uh-oh, I think I smell poopies! Did you make a messy in your diapies baby?

12. Up on the changing table little one, you know the rules, it’s either a padded bum or a paddled bum in this house.

13. Now that’s a thick diaper you’ve got on baby! I guess you’re just going to have to crawl around the house now.

14. Do you want daddy/mommy to hold you while you make a pushie baby? It’s okay, mommy/daddy will help you get comfortable.

15. Of course you need to wear a diaper to the park baby, a little one like you isn’t going to want to stop playing to go to the bathroom!

16. Let’s practice counting by seeing how many diapers we have left before we buy you new ones baby, I think we’re running low!

17. Well, I could put a plug in your bottom if you aren’t going to go poopoo, it’s your choice baby.

18. You’re waddling again prince/princess, mommy/daddy knows that means your diaper is full. Come over and let me check.

19. I’m putting a booster in your diaper baby, and don’t fuss over it, you know you can’t control yourself on long car rides.

20. Sit next to me baby, that way I can check your diaper under the table during dinner.

21. I can’t believe I have to change you in the backseat! You must be just a little baby if you can’t make it through a car ride without a diaper change.

22. I love how these jammies have a flap in the back baby, perfect for checking for stinkies before bedtime!

23. I think I’m gonna put you in the crib for nap time baby, but not before I put a nighttime diaper on you, you’re such a heavy wetter when you sleep.

24. Hold still for your diaper change little one, mommy/daddy needs to put cream on your bottom so you don’t get a rash from your stinkies.

25. Don’t make me tie you down during nap time baby, you know not to try and use the bathroom. Mommy/daddy will change you when they come to wake you up.

26. If you’re such a big girl/boy, why did mommy have to change your diaper when you woke up wet today?

27. Baby, you haven’t made poppies in nearly 2 days, does mommy/daddy need to give you medicine to make it better? Let’s go to the changing table and put a suppository in your bottom little one.

28. I think it’s time to go honey, you always get fussy right before you have an accident in your diapers.

29. It doesn’t matter that you don’t want to wear diapers baby, I want you to wear them and what mommy/daddy says goes.

30. Don’t hide from me baby, I can smell that stinky bum all the way from here!

31. Did you just leak through your diaper into your pants? Okay, come over my lap baby, you’re getting a spanking for not telling me you were already wet.

32. Now that your home let’s lock up all your big boy/girl clothes, I think you need baby time for this whole weekend. Changing table, now.

33. Look at how cute this onesie is baby! It’s for crotch snaps so mommy/daddy can clean up your messy bottom, and it would go great with your pink diapers!

34. Don’t pretend like you don’t like your diapers baby, mommy/daddy sees how excited you get down there when they change you.

35. It’s been almost 2 hours since I changed you baby, are you sure you aren’t wet yet? I think we need to do a diaper check.

36. Cry all you want baby, maybe that’ll make you feel better for having an accident in your panties yesterday. It’s diaper time for you from here on out.

37. Hush baby, daddy/mommy will change you when you fully use your diaper. One wetting doesn’t cut it when they’re that thick.

38. I love it when you wet your diapers baby, it’s so fun to squeeze and squish your soggy bottom!

39. That’s your third cup of juice today baby, you must really like wetting your diapers since you’re definitely not using the potty today.

40. Don’t touch your diaper baby, if you need something come to mommy/daddy first, they know how it needs to fit best.

41. I’ll check on you during the night to make sure you don’t leak baby, so don’t be afraid to have an accident while you sleep.

42. It’s too bad you can’t touch yourself like mommy/daddy, you’ll just have to rub the front of your diaper if you want to cum.

43. I love the way these tights fit you baby, they really show off the diaper you’re wearing!

44. Don’t move a muscle baby, I can smell that poppy diaper from a mile away! Let’s get you changed in the nursery right now.

45. Don’t you love your diapers baby? They’re so soft and thick, perfect for mommy/daddy to pat your bottom over.

46. You’re not leaving that bouncer until you wet your diaper baby, end of story.

47. Oops, I think I put too much baby powder on you little one, I can’t wait to see it poof out the back of your diaper when you sit down!

48. Shhhhhh it’s okay prince/princess, daddy/mommy knows you can’t control yourself, that’s why you had your diaper on. Come on, let’s check and see the damage.

49. Rise and shine baby, let’s get you on the changing table right now, mommy/daddy knows that you can’t wake up dry.

50. Mommy/daddy loves you little one, diapered bottom and all!

What’s your favorite thing to hear while you’re wearing diapers?

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His Little Flower

A/N:

Hey all! I just wanted to post this quick little one-shot! It’s currently 5:00 am and I wrote this to procrastinate sleeping. Hope you all enjoy!!

You can also find this story on Dailydiapers: a@Fifers12

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Poppy Jacobs.

His flower. His little girl.

She was his favorite of the girls he’d acquired so far.

He’d forgotten what it felt like to take care of another. How to be a true Daddy. It was the most precious feeling in the world.

He knew he made the right choice when he spotted her one year ago.

Parker Montgomery was her name. A young college student who thought she was too smart for the world.

But now she was exactly where and who she should be.

He smiled, snapping a picture on his phone of his flower, the pointed pink party hat secured around her chubby face.

Her warm brown eyes, full of resignation, glanced up at the camera.

The fight was fun. It always was in the beginning but there came a point when they realized it was a losing game.

Their broken spirit was just as rewarding- the first step in becoming truly his.

“Flower, do you like your present?” a warm feeling spread throughout his chest, the smile radiating across his face.

His flower was perfect- absolutely stunning. Not like the other Poppy’s who’d wilted and died.

“Yeth Dada,” her voice was high, airy, obedient. She knew better than to disobey. The welts on her bottom were testament.

“Tell Dada how much you love your birthday present baby,” his voice rose in excitement.

Tears filled her eyes and a drop slowly dribbled down her flushed pale skin. The chains of the restraints around her ankles and wrists jingled- a sweet reminder of her inability to escape.

“Poppy wove her pwesent Dada,” she answered dejectedly, shackled hands in her lap.

Submission- the one thing he craved was what he now had. There was a time she would’ve screamed and cried. There was a time she would’ve tried to attack and run.

He treated her with meticulous care. Not a strand of her raven hair was out of place, pulled back in two tight ponytails on top of her head. Her skin was as smooth as a baby’s bottom, without a blemish and stomach round and full, due to her daily bottles of expressed breast milk and mashed foods.

Now here she sat naked on her princess potty, body slumped down in defeat. Her sodden diaper stained yellow hung between her thighs.

“Dada knows it’s Poppy's birthday today and you want to be a big girl. If you can show Dada how you can use the big girl potty, maybe we can try pull-ups and potty training.”

Her eyes lit up as if she’d just received a puppy.

“You have ten minutes to make a tinkle and a poo-poo. When Dada comes back and if the princess potty is empty- bye-bye potty training. Do you understand, flower?”

Like a bobble head, she nodded quickly, a new energy rushed through her body.

“Words, Poppy.”

“Yeth, Dada!”

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Today was March 17th. St. Patrick’s Day.

Also known as the day of her kidnapping. In her kidnapper’s mind- her birthday.

She only knew him by the name of Daddy, Dada, Papa. He was careful not to reveal any information about himself. The most she’d found out about him in the past year was that he was a violent and dangerous man.

If the illusions to previous captive girls told her anything- they were dead. He referred to them as his Flowers and the others having “wilted and died.” If that wasn’t a symbol for death, she didn’t know what was.

After many spankings, soapy mouths, catheters and enemas, she learned there was a breaking point.

The twenty one year old- now turned one- was not sure when it happened but it did.

Like a file cabinet, her memories of before were stored away at the back of her brain so she could become who she is now.

Parker Montgomery- the fit, sociable, Nebraska State College student, majoring in History was a thing of the past. A distant memory fading each day.

Nowadays her only goal was making her daddy proud, finishing her bottles and being the best little girl she can be.

She did not want to wilt and die.

While Poppy knew, she’d possibly never gain her adulthood back, having been rendered incontinent, this was a first step.

A baby step.

But an odd feeling churned in her tummy, seated on the pink plastic seat. It had been so long since she’d been out of her diapers. It’s not that she liked them but she’d become used to them. The soft padding felt like being cocooned in a warm fuzzy blanket.

This potty was hard and plastic. Cold beneath her powdered bottom.

Before, if she even looked at the toilet, a severe lashing was applied against her tender skin.

Now he wanted her to use it.

She didn’t understand.

Poppy could hear him in the kitchen, just around the corner.

The television played. It was set to the show, Mr. Potty Head. A show for potty- training littles.

Her eyes widened, the inflated pink paci bobbing up and down in her mouth.

This was a no-no show. Wasn’t good for babies.

Babies like her went potty in diapees.

She would wait patiently, squishing around in her mess for Dada to change her. First there was the front pat to see how wet she was and then the two fingers down the back to check her messy bum.

She’d lay back, spread her legs, and wait patiently as her dada untapped the padding and ran the warm wipe across her princess parts before powdering and re-diapering her. Sometimes it was a double padding, sometimes triple.

He said it made her more cute, crawling around the house with her diapered bum wiggling in the air as she swayed unsteadily on her hands and knees.

Rarely was she clothed because it would make it too difficult for a quick change. She’d grown comfortable naked, learning to ignore her chubby stomach and thick thighs.

Now, she was being given a chance to grow up. To prove that she was a big girl- something she’d desperately wanted.

Why was she so afraid?

All she had to do was push. Her eyes squeezed shut, nose wrinkling as she attempted to loosen her bowels. To let loose a little dribble of pee.

C’mon Poppy! Be a big girl-

“Flower?”

Oh no.

Her eyes flashed open, the warm tones of the grey room flooding back.

The man with sandy colored hair, tan skin and sharp jaw peered down at her. His eyes, an ocean blue, narrowed.

He towered over her, already a foot taller and frowned.

The color drained from her face. She whimpered, “Dada!”

He sighed, shaking his head and arms crossed across his chest.

“It’s been ten minutes baby.”

She got lost in her mind. Again.

“Did someone make a present for Dada?”

Lying was what naughty girls did but telling the truth could get her spankies…

“Baby? I’m waiting for an answer.” His tone was short. Clipped.

If he heard the shakiness in her voice, he chose not to comment.

“I…” the words were numb on her tongue. “I no able to go pothy.”

Her head bowed, waiting for the stern rebuke.

But it never came.

“You did your best, Flower.” his voice was unusually soft with a hint of sincerity?

No. She couldn’t be hearing that right. Hesitantly, her head lifted up, surprised by the fact he’d squatted down to her height.

“It’s ok, Poppy. Dada isn’t mad.”

He’s not? She sunk down on the seat, her hand in his.

“You’re just a baby. Girls as little as you aren’t ready to use the potty. That’s ok though because we have diapers.”

Once again, tears welled up in her eyes and snot ran from her nose.

No, please! One more try. One more-

Her restrained arms shot out, reaching for him to pick her up.

“Dadaaa!” The wail of a baby echoed from her body.

Parker no! You’re bigger than this!

“Potty Scawy!”

Stop this nonsense! Do you really wanna spend the rest of your life in a diaper?

“I know, baby!” he cooed. “We’ll try again next year on your birthday. How about that, hmm? It seems someone wants to stay my little flower.”

Yes. She sighed in relief, suckling on the rubber object.

No, Parker, listen to me! Listen—

Maybe even next year the restraints will come off. She’s been a good girl. She has, she really has!

“Now let’s get you into a clean diaper. I bet that’ll feel good. Won’t it baby?” he asked gently.

The man didn’t wait for a response, helping her shift down to the ground were a changing mat was already laid out.

“Now Flower,” he began, fiddling with a few other things she couldn’t see. “Dada doesn’t want to do this but I want my favorite princess to have the best birthday.”

Oh no. Please God, not this-

“I know they are not your favorite people but Mr and Mrs. Bubbles wanted to wish you a happy birthday!” she could hear the smile in his voice, setting up the enema and suppositories.

“Afterward you can play in your jolly jumper, how about that?”

Well… that did sound pretty fun.

Sometimes it was best just to ignore the big girl voices in her mind because that wasn’t who she was anymore.

She was just a little baby.

His little flower.