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The Exchange Student Bonus Part
The Saturday morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the apartment. Anna stood in the living room, freshly changed by Riku into a soft shirt and thick diaper, her usual attire now that she lived in Japan permanently. She wiggled slightly, enjoying the familiar softness as she waited for Mika.
Riku had disappeared into Mika’s bedroom a few minutes earlier, the sound of Mika’s playful protests and Riku’s calm, teasing responses drifting through the door. Anna couldn’t help but smile. She knew that tone, Riku was changing Mika, too.
The door finally creaked open, and Mika stepped out, her cheeks flushed and her hair slightly tousled. She wore her favorite denim shorttall. She leaned against the doorframe, her lips curled into a mischievous smirk as she watched Anna fidget.
Anna raised an eyebrow. “Took you long enough. I thought you were never coming out.”
Mika giggled, stepping closer. “Oh, I just needed a little extra time. You know how it is.” She leaned in, her voice dropping to a whisper. “But I’ve got a surprise for you.”
Anna tilted her head, curious. “Oh?”
Mika’s smirk deepened. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her shorttall and, in one swift motion, tugged it down just enough to reveal the thick, white diaper tucked underneath. “Ta-da!” she said, her eyes sparkling. “No potty breaks for me today. So you won’t have to wait, Anna.”
Anna’s jaw dropped. “You’re... you’re wearing a diaper? Under your shorttall?!”
Mika nodded, pulling her shorttallback into place with a satisfied grin. “Yep! Just for you. Now we can go to the zoo without any interruptions.” She winked, her tone playful. “Unless you poop yourself again, of course.”
Anna’s face burned, but she couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled up. “Shut up!” she protested, though there was no real heat behind it. She shifted again, the diaper between her legs squishing softly.
Riku stepped out of Mika’s bedroom just in time to catch the tail end of their exchange. He crossed his arms, his expression amused. “Looks like my irls are all set for the zoo ,” he said, his voice laced with that light, condescending tone that always made Anna’s cheeks burn.
Mika grinned, hooking her arm through Anna’s. “We’re ready, Daddy! No potty breaks, no waiting, just fun.”
Riku chuckled, shaking his head. “Good. Because I packed a diaper bag with spares.” He nodded toward the door, where a backpack sat, bulging slightly with the unmistakable outline of folded diapers and wipes. “But you two should hurry if you want to arrive before you’re both soaked.”
Anna and Mika groaned in unison, their faces flushing, but neither could hide the wide, excited grins spreading across their faces.
“Fine, fine!” Mika laughed, tugging Anna toward the door. “Let’s go before Daddy changes his mind!”
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Baby Strikes Out
“No! No! No! Noooooo!” I stamped my feet and chewed furiously around the invasive pacifier bulb filling my mouth. My cheeks burned, fully aware of the spectacle I was making as my wife and her friends looked on in surprised amusement, and perhaps a bit of second-hand embarrassment. But I didn’t care. This had gone far enough! She could take away my video games, dress me in this ridiculous outfit, drag me through humiliation after degrading humiliation, but a bed time?? This was the last straw! Over the last year Mommy (wait, no I mean Sara!) had managed to strip every past identifier of my old life and the man I used to be, and with each privilege and cherished article gone I found myself becoming the person… the baby she wanted me to be. But dammit I was still a fan! And it’s the World Series! I’ve been waiting for this moment all year, my whole life even! She can’t make me go to bed now. “You said… You said I could stay up! And watch with your friends! I want to watch!” I cried. I had even agreed to join them in the living room wearing the ridiculous new onesie she got me, the words “Mommy’s Lil Slugger” emblazoned over a cartoon ball and bat across my chest, all with the expectation that I could watch my team take the field on the greatest stage. Just to feel normal again, for even one night. I could feel the hot tears rolling down my cheeks now. Sliding under the plastic guard of the pacifier, already slick with my spit, collecting with the drool running down my chin. The leg gatherings of my embarrassingly thick diaper rustled with each frustrated stomp. It was a full on tantrum now. She did it, she finally broke me. Months of restraints, supplements, spankings, all to force me into submission. But this finally broke me. “I want! I want! I want!” I wailed, shook my mittened fists, and stomped my feet, the soft booties making only the dullest of thuds on the carpet. What was I doing?? I’ve never thrown a fit like this! Not since I was an actual baby. Not with Mommy watching. Not with her friends watching!! But I couldn’t help it, I was fully in it now, singularly focused on this final act of resistance. And that’s when I felt it. The tummy gurgle. Suddenly ripped from my infantile tunnel vision, I felt myself brought soberingly back to a few short hours ago, before the guests arrived, confined tightly in the kitchen highchair, struggling in vain against the pastel leather straps as Mommy shoveled spoonful after spoonful of orange mush past my quivering lips. I suddenly remembered watching helplessly as the occasional dollop of slop splattered pathetically against the white plastic tray, and thinking that something was off. I wasn’t able to focus on it then, having to quickly steel myself for the next disgusting mouthful, much of which destined to end up smeared across my face anyway, but I was right. It wasn’t a trick of the eye, I had seen the unmistakable white powder carelessly mixed in with baby food. Laxatives! But why? Why Mommy? I was good today! I was good! *Gurgle* Another violent churn of my bowels brought me back to the moment. Frantically I looked around the room. To Lauren and Michael watching fixated from the couch. Alyssa sitting on Brad’s lap on the armchair. All looking on in a mixture of amazement and horror as the diapered boy before them doubled over, now clutching his stomach. I took one last look at Mommy and caught the slightest smirk firming on her gorgeous lips. And then it happened. Rivers of thick, gooey mush forced their way out of my backside, filling every crevice of space in my previously pristine white diaper. I bit down on my paci, grunted, and cried softly to myself as the back of my already thick diapers crinkled loudly, bulging further outwards. The adorable felt catcher’s mitt sewn onto the butt expanded to hold the softball sized lump growing in the seat of my pants. I moaned pathetically as my bladder surrendered as well, urine flowing endlessly through the opening of my baby blue cage, pooling and mixing with the shameful mess below. Finally finished with the humiliating ordeal and drained from my screaming fit, I felt my bowed legs suddenly give out beneath me and before I could stop myself, I was falling. Though only a couple feet, it felt an eternity before SPLAT, my bottom collided with the carpeted floor, smearing my mess deeper into the confines of my plastic prison. I could feel it threatening to creep up my back past the waistband, straining against the leg guards, and coating my naughty bits. Parts that even I didn’t get to touch. And so I sobbed. I sobbed for myself, the poor, miserable position I found myself in, and the person, the baby, I had become. But honestly? I mostly sobbed as a scared little boy, who needed his Mommy and who needed a change. I felt her delicate hands cup my chin as she raised my puffy red face to meet her maternal gaze. “All I said was to go brush your lil teefies and get ready for bed. I didn’t say that it was your bed time…” My cheeks burned even redder than before, I tried to look away but she had my chin firmly now. I chewed my pacifier nervously. “But after this? You clearly aren’t old enough to stay up with us big kids. Maybe it is somebody’s bed time. Sorry everyone, someone gets a bit cranky this late at night. Let me go tuck this lil stinker in and I’ll be back to watch the game in a few minutes. There’s beers in the fridge!” She turned back to me. “Come, baby.” She began to walk past the foyer and up the landing to ascend the stairs, pausing only to look back and give me that look that said “you had better come right now if you know what’s good for you.” Feeling more humiliated than ever before but terrified of what Mommy might do if I didn’t comply, I rolled over, feeling the soppy squish of my loaded diaper as I came to a kneel, and began the long crawl up the stairs, thankful the buttons holding my onesie, strained though they were, hadn’t popped. As I climbed, I tried to ignore the hushed whispers and excited gasps from below, opting to stare intently at each wooden step and hope I could turn invisible. Still, I couldn’t help but look up to glance at Mommy’s pert figure. Her luscious curves moving with each swaying step. Her skirt flared and I caught the slightest glimpse of her delicate lace panties and I felt my member begin to harden in my baby print prison before the plastic of the cage uncomfortably reminded me of my unenviable situation. As if the squelching stew in the seat of my pants couldn’t do that enough. Finally, we found ourselves at the door to my dreaded nursery. Despite the pastel walls, colorful block lettered mat, and general softness radiating from every conceivable angle, I couldn’t help but shudder to think of every painful memory to take place here over the last year, each one robbing me just a bit more of my old self. I couldn’t reminisce for long, though, as I heard mommy’s syrupy sweet words of encouragement. “Come on baby!” I began to crawl towards the changing table, towering above me in the opposite corner of the room, its shelves stacked high with row upon row of fluffy, white, cartoon imprinted diapers, bottles of baby powder, tubs of wipes, and many more exotic implements meant to regress and humiliate me ever further. “Ah, ah, ah! This time Mommy did say bed time. And Mommy meant it.“ Stunned, I looked back at her to see if she might be kidding. Or if my pleading gaze might change her mind. But I saw no such remorse in her eyes, or in the mischievous grin curling up her lips. “Crib. Now.” Defeated, I crawled over to the adorable, oversized baby bed that had become my nightly prison, slumped over the lowered side and lifted one leg after the other as I clambered gingerly inside, my full diaper squishing and churning with each awkward movement. Mommy stepped over, raised the bars and I heard the telltale click locking them in place. I sighed deeply, resigning myself to an early night and what was sure to be an uncomfortable morning highlighted by a diaper rash I knew I wouldn’t soon forget. Mommy leaned over the railing, handed me a bottle of warm milk and kissed me on the forehead, her butter-soft breasts swaying gently underneath her loosely buttoned baseball jersey. “Night night sweetie, I’ll check on you in the morning. Behave yourself!” She turned and strutted out of the room, turning out the light as she went, leaving me in almost total darkness, the shapes of the changing table, my play pen, toy box and the dreaded punishment corner barely illuminated by the soft orange glow of my Winnie The Pooh night light. The smell from my mess permeated the nursery and mixed with the ever-present aroma of powder, ointment and stale urine. I wish I could say it bothered me, but truthfully I had grown used to it. Delicately, I rolled over onto my back, trying to avoid disturbing the toxic sludge below, the constant reminder of my infantile state, and spat out my pacifier. Reluctantly, I began to suck on my baba as I strained to listen to the sounds of the game below, wishing desperately that someone would suggest turning up the volume, as the sounds of the night air outside began to swell with the chorus of summertime, punctuated only by the occasional cheer from the living room, or from the neighbors next door. “Must be a good game,” I thought to myself as my eyelids began to droop. My head hit the pillow, and soon I was born swiftly off to dreams of hitting a home run and rounding the plates, blissfully unaware of whatever new adventures, and newer lows, the morning would surely bring.
Embarassing Diaper Story: Diapered in the Nurse's office.
You woke up groggily, and your head hurt a little bit. The room was unfamiliar to you, and a light, cream coloured curtain gently shrouded the left side of your bed. As you got your bearings, you felt an unusual, tight sensation around your waist. Instinctively, your hand shot down there, but instead of what you thought you would feel, your hand met with a soft, thick material. Your heart rate quickening, you pulled the duvet up to reveal your greatest fear: You had been securely taped into what appeared to be a soft, pastel-coloured baby diaper.
"What the hell?? Is this a diaper?? Why am I wearing a baby diaper??" You exclaimed, bringing your knees under you on the bed. After a closer inspection, It was definitely a diaper. An imprint of a lion could be clearly seen adorning the front, along with a scattering of stars spread across the front image. And of course, two thick, sturdy-looking sets of tape holding your new fluffy underwear firmly to your body.
At that moment, the curtain to your left swished open, revealing your school's nurse. As you squeaked and pulled the duvet up the cover yourself, you realised you were in the school's nurse office.
"Looks like someone's finally awake," She said with a gentle smile, "You took quite the fall in gym class!"
"But... Why am I wearing a diaper?!" You said indignantly, all too aware of the fabric pressing into your sides.
She sat on the side of your bed, and gently said, "You fell over in gym class and hit your head, and passed out... And then you... Lost control."
Your face went so red it almost caught fire, as the image of what she was describing etched itself into your mind.
Your underwear and your shorts are currently being washed right now, so don't worry. Just lay back and relax and you'll be okay to go home soon."
"So that's why you put me in a diaper... Did I really wet myself like that in front of everyone?" You said quietly, dropping the white duvet defeatedly. The nurse paused and opened her mouth to speak, but you interrupted her,
"Don't you have any spare underwear or shorts?" You pleaded, desperate to change back into your normal clothes.
"I'm sorry, but while we are thoroughly washing your clothes, we don't have a change for you. Just be patient, and you'll have your clothes back before you know it! Now, for a quick balance test, can I get you to stand over here for a second? Don't worry, the door is locked."
You begrudgingly pushed the white duvet away and stood up, the thick, white fabric pushing your legs apart and waddled your way to the nurse.
"You could have done this in the bed..." You muttered, heat rising from your face once more.
"Just follow my finger..." The young nurse said, slowly moving it back and forth, next up and down. Before nodding, writing something down on her sheet, and then glancing down at the diaper between your legs. Your hand quickly shot down to cover the front of your childish underwear.
"Well, that's all I need to know. You can go and lie back down now. Make sure to tell your parents if you experience any dizzy spells, or anything out of the ordinary."
You felt a little weird as you tottered back to the sickroom bed, sitting on the edge and facing the nurse.
"You know, you'd be surprised at how many people come in here needing to be cleaned up after an accident," the nurse said cheerfully, in an attempt to lift your spirits, "There's also a few people who need to wear diapers..."
"I don't believe you." You said bitterly, shaking your head.
"Why do you think I dont have any spare clothes? The kids of today don't even really protest being put back into diapers too much in my experience."
"Well I'm not that kind of kid!!" You shot back, tears welling in your eyes.
"Ah, I guess so... But your diaper tells me otherwise. It's looking a little wet if I'm not mistaken."
Your eyes widened, and you looked down between your legs. She was right, now that you were looking, it did seem a little bit swollen. And was that line running down the front blue before..? Your hand brushed the front of your padding, and it was very warm.
"It's seems like while you were unconscious, a little bit more must have come out, right?" She said with a smile, heading for the door.
"Ah~Hold on just a second..." you said meekly, pulling your shirt down over your lightly soiled diaper
"I'll bring you a change, just relax." And with that, the door swung shut behind her.
You slid back into bed, bringing the sheet tightly around your body, and resigned to your padded fate. You became acutely aware of a need to use the bathroom, the sudden pressure in your bladder surprising you.
But how were you supposed to go down the hall to the bathroom wearing nothing but a t-shirt and tape-up diaper? There was no way you could risk the chance of another student seeing you like this, and besides, your diaper was already a little wet, if you let out just a little bit more the nurse wouldn't know the difference, surely.
You cautiously rose to your knees, and slowly unclenched your bladder, letting out a small stream into your diaper, warming it further against your skin. You made a face in digust, it felt just as bad as you imagined.
You tried to halt to the flow, but your worn muscles wouldn't obey you, and your accident continued pouring into your padded protection.
Eventually, you were able to cut the stream, but the damage had been done. Your diaper had swollen to almost twice its size, and the straps pulled into your waist even more tightly.
There was no way she wouldn't notice the amount of swelling and difference in size when she came back. You started to panic, wondering how you could hide it, when the door swung open again, and the nurse brushed back into the room, toting another tape-up diaper in her hand that was identical to the one you were currently wearing.
"Alrighty, come lay down here, and we'll get you changed, okay?" She said in a cheerful voice, patting the spot on the bed next to her. You didn't move, instead imploring her;
"Just leave it here, I can change it myself."
She giggled at your suggestion.
"Nonsense, now let's get you changed. It'll only take a few seconds," And with that, she pulled the duvet off of your prone body.
You stiffened up, hoping she wouldn't notice the obvious expansion of your diaper. But she just casually said, "From this angle, it looks a little bit more wet than I thought, kiddo, but that's why I brought you a nice clean one."
You closed your eyes as she untaped the sides, your face burning up once again.
"Up." She commanded, sliding the new pampers underneath you, before taping them up with snugly around your waist.
"And there we go, not so bad, was it? Your parents have just arrived to pick you up soon as well, so just hang tight."
You went cold as you imagined your parents' reaction to your diapered state. But you were sure that you'd change back into your normal clothes before they came, and they'd be none the wiser.
You could hear voices coming faintly from outside the door. You strained your ears to hear better and realised that it was your parents and the nurse already in deep conversation.
"---so we've actually put him in diapers, due to his fall in Gym class it seems the concussion has caused him acute incontinence, while unconscious he lost control of his bladder and bowels in the gymnasium, and even after he woke up he's been unconsciously wetting himself ever since. I'm going to recommend he stays diapered until that concussion clears up, but based on his state, theres a good chance that it might affect him permanently, so don't be surprised if his day-wetting continues. As a precaution, please take a couple of our packs of diapers with you."
You sank into the bed as you heard the nurse's diagnosis. You were incontinent now?? But... You had full control, you had felt the need to use the bathroom just before, right? The only thing you knew was true was that right now, at your age, you were snugly taped into a diaper that felt suspiciously warm against your body.
You didn't know it yet, but this was the first of many diapers to come. And what would your girlfriend make of your new, diapered situation...
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Story Series in order
Some of you have been contacting me about not being able to find other chapters to the stories I post. Tumblr is lame and took away my archive. From now on I will have this pin posted to my account and update it when I make a new entry. Additionally, the stories are # with the title at the bottom of each story.
Kimi Part 11 https://www.tumblr.com/humblevisions/752680877181534208/kimis-punishment-part-11?source=share
Kimi Part 10.5 https://www.tumblr.com/humblevisions/752677595006582784?source=share
Kimi Part 10 https://www.tumblr.com/humblevisions/740557513270902784/kimis-punishment-part-10?source=share
Kimi Part 9 https://www.tumblr.com/humblevisions/739354641793417216/kimis-punishment-part-9?source=share
Kimi Part 8 https://www.tumblr.com/humblevisions/738922909032136704/kimi-part-8?source=share
Kimi Part 7 https://www.tumblr.com/humblevisions/737813926054641664/kimi-part-7?source=share
Kimi Part 6 https://www.tumblr.com/humblevisions/736636300102402048/kimi-awoke-to-the-familiar-yet-jarring-sight-of?source=share
Kimi Part 5 https://www.tumblr.com/humblevisions/736258504970633216/kimi-part-5?source=share
Kimi Part 4 https://www.tumblr.com/humblevisions/735272790115139584/kimi-4?source=share
Kimi Part 3 https://www.tumblr.com/humblevisions/740540627091095552/didnt-realize-this-one-was-taken-down-you-can?source=share
Kimi Part 2 https://www.tumblr.com/humblevisions/734824422249316352/kimis-punishment?source=share
Kimi Part 1 https://www.tumblr.com/humblevisions/734453639863730177/thank-you-bigbabyboy31-and-everyone-who-got-me-to?source=share
A Nation in Transition Part 8.5
https://www.tumblr.com/humblevisions/756907727955132416/a-nation-in-transition-chapter-85?source=share
A Nation in Transition Part 8
https://www.tumblr.com/humblevisions/756471319180328960/a-nation-in-transition-part-8?source=share
A Nation in Transition Part 7 https://www.tumblr.com/humblevisions/752317768984133632/a-nation-in-transition-part-7?source=share
A Nation in Transition 6
https://www.tumblr.com/humblevisions/743698510377091072/a-nation-in-transition-part-6?source=share
A Nation in Transition 5 https://www.tumblr.com/humblevisions/740738883218735104/a-nation-in-transition-part-5?source=share
A Nation in Transition 4 https://www.tumblr.com/humblevisions/739002585260933120/a-nation-in-transition-part-4?source=share
A Nation in Transition 3 https://www.tumblr.com/humblevisions/738645075704397824/haruka-nakamuras-fingers-hesitated-over-the?source=share
A Nation in Transition 2 https://www.tumblr.com/humblevisions/738347512955600896/a-nation-in-transition-chapter-2?source=share
A Nation in Transition 1 https://www.tumblr.com/humblevisions/737916887170760704/a-nation-in-transition-chapter-one?source=share
A Nation in Transition (Rika Nakai Interview)
https://www.tumblr.com/humblevisions/756649222038798336/a-nation-in-transition-exclusive-interview?source=share
A Nation in Transition Advertisement
https://www.tumblr.com/humblevisions/756545953093320704/a-nation-in-transition-advertisement?source=share
The Price of Immaturity 9
https://www.tumblr.com/humblevisions/762641288792309760?source=share
The Price of Immaturity 8
https://www.tumblr.com/humblevisions/756744570177552384?source=share
The Price of Immaturity 7
https://www.tumblr.com/humblevisions/756277998856093696/the-price-of-immaturity-part-7-revised?source=share
The Price of Immaturity 6
https://www.tumblr.com/humblevisions/751736943071625216/the-price-of-immaturity-part-6?source=share
The Price of Immaturity 5 https://www.tumblr.com/humblevisions/743431875979329536/the-price-of-immaturity-part-5?source=share
The Price of Immaturity 4 https://www.tumblr.com/humblevisions/741717380073406464/the-price-of-immaturity-part-4?source=share
The Price of Immaturity 3 https://www.tumblr.com/humblevisions/740999149818888192/the-price-of-immaturity-part-3?source=share
The Price of Immaturity 2 https://www.tumblr.com/humblevisions/740628787573719040/the-price-of-immaturity-part-2?source=share
The Price of Immaturity 1 https://www.tumblr.com/humblevisions/739068548567220224/the-price-of-immaturity-part-1?source=share
The Price of Immaturity Non cannon.
https://www.tumblr.com/humblevisions/753400012768198656/the-price-of-immaturity-part-7?source=share
Exposed https://www.tumblr.com/humblevisions/751999658516152320?source=share
Exposed 2 https://www.tumblr.com/humblevisions/754120447885443072/exposed-2?source=share
Diapered Disgrace: Amanda's Punishment https://www.tumblr.com/humblevisions/746407148951601152?source=share
Back to Basics https://www.tumblr.com/humblevisions/743800170900291584?source=share
Kobeni's humiliating diaper contract https://www.tumblr.com/humblevisions/742172652621479936/kobeni-messy-diaper-finished?source=share
Kobeni Illustration https://www.tumblr.com/humblevisions/741552399431450624/kobeni-corrections-and-nude?source=share
Kimi Illustration https://www.tumblr.com/humblevisions/740913745541349376/kimis-punishment-chapter-1-page-1-color?source=share
Usless Miwa from JJK https://www.tumblr.com/humblevisions/739450685791338496?source=share
BETAMALE SUBMISSION
https://www.tumblr.com/humblevisions/761797739934777344/praise-from-the-infamous-paddeddweeb-im-at?source=share