The Playpen

M/30s - 18+ Only - AB/DL Switch

[mads-the-dog]

INTRODUCTION

Hi! I'm Mad, Mads, Ollie, Papa, or Mr. Paci, depending on where you knew me from. I use he/him pronouns.

I'm an AB/DL, pansexual switch. I have a serious (vanilla) partner who is not into this scene, but she lets me play online to scratch my ageplay itch.

I love meeting new friends to play with either as a big, little, switch, or most importantly, to get to know you as a person. Feel free to reach out in my asks or in my DMs if you want to talk.

I have written a large number of stories that I will link below in a table of contents.

**IMPORTANT: ALL CHARACTERS IN MY STORIES AND POSTS ARE 18 OR OLDER.**

DNI: Minors, Bigots, Zoophiles, Pedophiles, or Jerks

Ageless blogs are blocked on sight.

TABLE OF CONTENTS

New You Gym

Kylee and Michael join a new gym that will change them and their relationship forever. (CW: Diapers, Wetting, Messing, Sex, Dubious Consent, Manipulation, Blackmail, Spanking)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14, Chapter 15, Chapter 16, Chapter 17, Chapter 18, Chapter 19, Chapter 20, Chapter 21, Chapter 22, Chapter 23, Chapter 24, Chapter 25, Chapter 26

The Birthday - COMPLETE!

A husband gets a surprise birthday weekend from his wife that he'll never forget. (CW: Diapers, Wetting, Messing, Sex, Dubious Consent, Bondage, Hypnosis)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9

Interludes: Halloween

Lindsey's Big Little Day

A woman throws a little-themed birthday party for her 30th in order to escape reality, if only for a little bit. (CW: Diapers, Spanking, Wetting, Messing, Sex, Teasing)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6

The Playdate - COMPLETE!

A middle and her Mommy go over to her Mommy's best friend's house for a playdate with her little where relationships will forever be changed. (CW: Diapers, Spanking, Wetting, Messing, Bondage, Dubious Consent, Unfair)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2 , Chapter 3

Sarah's Playground

Sarah finds a magical amulet that allows her to reshape the world just how she wants it before learning how horrible magic can be when it falls into the wrong hand. (CW: Diapers, Breastfeeding, Spanking, Wetting, Messing, Lack of Consent, Reality Alteration, Sexual)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5

Babysitting for the Neighbor

Mads gets hired to babysit for his crush that lives down the street. It turns out to be a bigger, and more rewarding, than he bargained for. Written with the help of @diaperederica. (CW: Diapers, Sexual, Wetting, Messing)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2

Holidays with his Family

You never thought joining a new family would make you feel so small. (CW: Diapers, Ageplay, Messing, Dubious Consent, Wetting, Humiliation, Sexual)

Thanksgiving, Christmas, Labor Day - I, Labor Day - 2

The Prosecutor

A prosecutor at the top of her game has her life turned on its head after being placed in witness protection. (CW: Ageplay, Diapers, Bedwetting, Spanking, Wetting, Messing, Lack of Consent, Blackmail, Trauma, Panic attacks)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8

Meeting My Friends - COMPLETE

A former highschool jock turned pathetic plaything for his current girlfriend, introduces his newest partner to his old friend. (CW: Ageplay, Diapers, Bedwetting, Wetting, Spanking, Nerdification, Lack of Consent, Femdom, Blackmail, Humiliation)

Part 1, Part 2

Christmas Dolly - COMPLETE (For Now)

A young professional gets a gift from her little sister that sends her holiday season spiraling. (CW: Ageplay, Diapers, Wetting, Messing, Dubious Consent, Reality Alteration)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4

Story II: Meeting the Family - A year later, despite her fears of Penelope using the doll again, Callie returns to her parents' home for Christmas to introduce them to her new girlfriend. (CW: Ageplay, Diapers, Wetting, Messing, Dubious Consent, Reality Alteration, Sexual)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10

You've Got Mail

A seemingly innocuous message from who looks like a Mommy scammer turns dark, as Oliver is slowly blackmailed into becoming a mysterious woman's plaything. (CW: Ageplay, Diapers, Wetting, Messing, Blackmail, Dubious Consent, Sexual, Exposure)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5

Little Days Daycare

After proving they can't take care of themselves anymore, Taylor's Daddy takes Taylor to Little Days Daycare for a day of blushes, caring, and adventure. (CW: Ageplay, Diapers, Wetting, Exposure, Messing)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3

Ollie Stories (#ollie's stories)

A collection of stories from the point of view of my little side, Ollie.

Papa's Posts (#papa's posts)

A collection of posts from my big side, Papa or Mr. Paci.

Maddie's Shorts (#maddie's shorts)

My more traditional short stories with no particular big or little tilt.

Ask Games (#ollie answers, #maddie answers, #papa answers)

#summer vacation - Ollie's adventures on summer vacation (CW: Diapers, Wetting, Messing, Teasing, Ageplay, Humiliation, Polyamory)

#five sentence stories - Stories in five sentences or less! (CW: Diapers, Wetting, Messing, Teasing, Ageplay, Humiliation)

#back to school - Stories from the start of the little/middle school year! (CW: Diapers, Ageplay, Wetting, Messing, Teasing, Humiliation)

#big brother Ollie - Stories about Ollie's adventures as a big brother (CW: Diapers, Ageplay, Wetting Messing, Teasing, Humiliation)

#'baby'sitting - Stories about babysitting! (CW: Diapers, Ageplay, Wetting, Messing, Teasing, Humiliation, Cucking)

#unconventional caregivers - Stories about unexpected caregivers (CW: Diapers, Ageplay, Wetting, Messing, Fauxcest, Teasing, Bullying, Humiliation)

#a mistake of identity - Stories about mistaken identity (CW: Diapers, Ageplay, Wetting, Messing, Teasing, Bullying, Humiliation, Dubious Consent)

#tantrum tuesday - people letting out emotional releases

[mads-the-dog]

"Sis? Is that a soda? You know Papa doesn't want us drinking those!"

A prick of anxiety feels your chest as Mandy, the 24-year-old woman Papa recently 'adopted,' pops the tab on the can in her hand.

You huff and pout, furious that this woman would so blatantly break your caregiver's rules just because he wasn't home.

"How's he going to find out, baby sib?" Mandy chirps, walking over and pressing a sneakered foot between your legs.

You whimper as she presses the sole of her shoe into the padding of your pull-up, wordlessly reminding you of your status in relation to you

She leaves her foot in place, pinning you to the ground, as she bends down to address you even more closely.

"Whose going to tell him? You?"

You shiver at her words, immediately shaking your head back and forth, not wanting to upset the woman hovering above you.

The smirk that crosses her face just before she takes a sip from her illicit can let's you know that she's satisfied with your submission.

Unfortunately, the sound of the front door opening breaks her revelry.

In a moment, she's bending down, pulling open the front of your bottoms, and pouring her soda into your once dry pull-up.

She tosses her can to the side before she darts towards the entry way, where you know Papa is taking off his shoes.

Before you have time to figure out what is going on, you hear Mandy chirp in the lilting, childish tone she only uses with your communal caregiver, "Paaaapa! Thank goodness you're home! The baby tried to sneak a soda and made a BIG mess!"

Your heart sinks all the way to the now wet and sticky padding squishing between your legs as you suddenly realize just how thoroughly you've been played.

[mads-the-dog]

Whats your favorite pokemon and generation?

My favorite Pokemon is Kingler (sadly, a Kingler card is not in my little collection).

My favorite generation? I'm tempted to say Red/Blue because I have played through them the most, but, I have to go with Diamond/Pearl because I have the best memories of playing through those with my friends.

[mads-the-dog]

Strange question based only on vibes. Do you play magic the gathering?

Unfortunately, no! I never really got into it.

In high school and college, my nerdy hobby of choice was Warhammer 40k, because I liked creating the models.

Now? I have a small Pokemon card collection, but that's about it!

[mads-the-dog]

"Oh, stinkbug, if you wanted me to let you out to play with the big kids, you shouldn't have made a big, icky mess, like an itty bitty baby!"

I smile malevolently as you thrash in the restraints of your stroller, screaming into the paci gag strapped around your head, eyes rolling back, as you try futilely to escape my clutches.

I lock the wheels of your humiliating chariot, and drop to one knee, and begin to unbuckle you.

"Don't worry though, you'll still get to put on a show for all of your little friends!"

Your thrashing stops as concern overwhelms desperation on your face.

"I'm sure they'll all want to watch as I change your messy little bum! I mean, it's not often little ones get to watch their old babysitters have their didi's changed."

Your screams become wordless pleas as I pull you from the stroller.

"Oh, look! I can already see all of your former little charges waddling over! Let's get you all set up so they can see what a silly wittle baby the big bad neighborhood bully has become!"

[mads-the-dog]

Potty Break

I squirm in discomfort, wiggling in my rolling chair, as I pretend to stare at the numbers on the screen in front of me.

My bladder, full to bursting, screams out to me in agony.

11:30 am.

It's only been two hours since I peed last, but, my body doesn't seem to care about that. All it seems to be worried about is relieving itself.

I turn my head, peeking towards the hallway where the office bathrooms are located. A shiver of unease works its way down my spin.

The fluorescent lights in the hallway flicker. A dark, malevolent figure appears in the darkness before the light becomes steady again.

I wince as a surge of pain, radiates through my body.

Despite my misgivings, I need to find a toilet, and I need to find it now.

Hesitantly, I stand up from my desk, and step towards the nearby hallway.

The lights flicker again, causing me to jump slightly, and a soft laughing, seems to come from just behind me.

I ignore it, desperation growing as I dart into the creepy corridor.

Why am I so nervous? What's making me so jumpy? It's not like I haven't used this exact bathroom a hundred times before.

I start walk down the hall.

I can see the bathroom door just a few yards away.

A soft, warm breeze, like hot breath, tickles the back of my neck.

I turn my head, but nothing is there.

A light flickers again.

The chime-like laughter seems closer now.

I pick up my pace and look forward.

The bathroom seems farther away.

Something is wrong.

"Uh oh, does someone need to go potty?"

A deep, feminine voice coos from some indistinct direction.

"Why don't you let Mommy help you?"

My bladder is throbbing in pain, as I spin around, trying to find the source of the voice.

Except for me, the hallway is empty.

I start to sprint.

The door to the bathroom appears close, but, doesn't seem to be getting any closer as I run towards it.

The lights turn completely off, and I run headfirst into something hard.

I fall to the ground, nearly losing control of my bladder as my ass hits the floor hard.

"Ah, ah, ah, no running inside, little one!" The maternal but malevolent voice coos from somewhere above me.

Squinting up, through the darkness, I can just barely make out a large, humanoid shape, looming above me.

Large, ethereal hands reach towards me, and I scuttle backwards as fast as I can.

The lights flicker back on, and I'm once again alone.

The bathroom door is also somehow, blessedly, closer.

I climb back to my feet and briskly walk towards the door that seems to be my only salvation. I'm hesitant to one, the warning of the shadow monster still ringing in my ear.

The door does seem to be getting closer, slower than I like, but faster than before.

By the time my fingers touch the door handle, my bladder is on the verge of exploding.

The pain from the pressure in my abdomen almost overwhelms the fear I am feeling as I transverse the liminal space that is the office hallway.

I turn my head, looking over both shoulders to make sure the super natural presence is no where near.

"It's ok, sweetie," the voice whispers in my ear, "The potty isn't that scary. Go inside."

The sudden, disembodied words, cause me to panic.

I quickly turn the door handle, and throw my body into the bathroom.

The lights, controlled by some sort of motion sensor, struggle to turn on.

In the small, familiar room, is filled by the giant, feminine shape of the creature that has been following me. In this room, she seems to exist more fully, not disappearing in the light.

I scream out at her unexpected presence.

My pants suddenly feel hot and wet, as the shock overwhelms me, causing me to lose control of my bladder.

I try to back out of the room as the matronly monster steps towards me, but, in a moment, my back is against the door as she looks down on me. A look of fuax, condescending disappointment is fixed to her face, as she reaches out for me.

"Uh oh, looks like someone couldn't quite make it to the potty on time," the monster says, her hands sliding under my armpits as she lifts me into the air with inhuman strength, "That's alright, sweetie, some little ones just were never built for potty training."

I try to resist. I push and kick and wriggle and squirm, desperate to be free from her hold.

She doesn't notice.

I try to scream, but as I attempt to open my mouth, it's suddenly sealed shut by some sort of large, foreign rubbery object.

"Don't worry, sweet one, Mommy's not mad," the monster coos, carrying me towards the door, "It's my job to take care of cute little things like you."

Her hand wraps around my backside, balancing me on her hip like some overgrown toddler as she walks towards the bathroom door. I whimper and whine behind the seemingly magical gag in my mouth.

"Oh, don't whine, sweetheart," the Monster continues, reaching for the door handle, opening the door to a dark, empty space, drastically different from the hallway that was there before, "You're Mommy's now. You're Mommy's for the rest of your sweet little life."

Panic envelopes me as she steps through the door and carries me into the darkness, never to be heard from again.

[mads-the-dog]

Oh, baby, if you're so mature--so BIG--and your sister is so little, why is it you fit so perfectly in her poofy little pampers?

Now, toddle over to her and apologize for teasing her about being a baby.

Maybe if you're lucky, she'll forgive you and let you be a big girl again before you have to use that didi for it's intended purpose.

Or, maybe, in a few hours, you'll be the--what was it you called her again?--oh, yes, the "Silly Little Tinklebutt" toddling off to the corner, hoping no one notices YOU squatting down to load your pants!

[mads-the-dog]

Oh, baby, it's adorable how you keep whining, claiming you're an "adult," a "big kid," how you "don't need a caregiver."

But, sweetie, I think it's about time you give that up.

I mean, look at yourself, squatting there in your cute little onesie, diaper drooping nearly to your knees!

Have you ever seen anything so precious in your life?

If you weren't meant to be just like this, my adorable diapered pet, why would the universe make you this irresistible?

Now, stop your whimpering, the smell isn't that bad.

If you waddle off quickly to your playpen and show me just how perfect of a baby you were built to be, I might even change that messy bum of yours before you go nini!

[mads-the-dog]

Mr. Paci, I'm being a very good girl this year! I haven't whined about Daddy's coddling at all! I'm being good and listening to Daddy's rules! I'm going to earn my way to the kind nice list come December! Even if it means being Coddled by Daddy for the rest of the year!.

That's wonderful to hear! We're well into the year, and if you keep this up, I am sure Santa will have a great present for you come Christmas!

[mads-the-dog]

I’m a silly goober and forgot to give you a cookie for writing such good stories!! *hands you a cookie and waddles off*

Thank you very much for the cookie, friend!

Om nom nom!

Cookies!

[mads-the-dog]

Eggs sizzle on the skillet in front of me.

The smell of bacon fills the air.

A pile of freshly made blueberry pancakes sit just off to the side, ready to be devoured when you finally get out of bed.

I smile to myself as I hear the patter of your feet behind me. The awkward rhythm of your steps tells almost as much of a story as the tell-tale crinkling that accompanied it.

I don't turn to face you, just leaning back into your touch as you wrap your arms around my waist and bury your face into my back.

"Morning, little one," I coo, turning to see your eyes peeking up at me from under your messy bed head, "Did my baby sleep well?"

You grumble something wordlessly behind your paci, rub your sleepy eyes, and whimper a little, before looking down at the diaper sagging heavily below the hem of the oversized shirt you wore to bed.

I shake my head and chuckle, giving you a peck on the shield of your binkie before speaking.

"Oh, does someone want a change?"

I say through a smile.

You respond with a hopeful look and nod of your head.

I laugh again.

"Oh, sweetie, no changies before breakfast. You know that! Why waist a didi when we both know that your pants will be more full than your tummy by the end of your meal?"

You let out a dissatisfied grunt.

I smack the soggy padding covering your ass.

Who knew an adult could look so adorable dressed like an overgrown toddler?

"Now, go find your seat, sog monster! Breakfast's almost done, and I made your favorite! Pancakes!"

Your eyes light up at that, and you toddle off quickly to the table.

I turn back to the eggs, grinning as I slide them onto our two plates.

Today was going to be a good day.

[mads-the-dog]

Sorry I guess it’s not #ii but your posts sometimes say “This post contains filtered content: ii”

I don't know what 'ii' means, but I mark all of my posts as 'mature' for sexual content.

So, if you have either on purpose or accidentally filtered out mature content, then you may not see many of my posts.

Otherwise, I don't know what that means, and am secretly hoping it doesn't mean Tumblr is coming for my blog!

[mads-the-dog]

Hey, I’m sorry this is the dumbest question ever and barely even related to you. But what does #ii mean? I try to block everything but smut on this here, and I seem to have blocked #ii (probably because it was just related to fan art(fanart is cool, I just don’t want to see it on this account)), but I see you use it too. Sorry I didn’t know who else to ask and Google was not helpful 

I actually have no idea what #ii is. If it's on any of my posts, it's purely accidental. Good luck figuring out the tag!

[mads-the-dog]

I love your stories!! They’re really well written and awawababa they make me feel littler the more I reads them!!

Thank you! I'm always glad to hear that people enjoy my stories (and extra happy to hear they help people feel small or big)!

[mads-the-dog]

haiiii. just wanted to say the new you gym story tickles so many buttons for me. please keep writing it <33 >///<

Thank you! I'm glad you enjoy it! It's the first story I have written as a smut writer, so I am sure that I will get back to it, eventually. I'm sort of in a creativity (and time) lull at the moment.

[mads-the-dog]

In this life or in the next we can eat potatochips together and i think thats beautiful

Chips! Yummy!

I'm in!

[mads-the-dog]

"What's wrong, baby? Do you need to potty?"

I shake my head forcefully, as I dance from foot-to-foot, the growing ache in my bladder only a blip in the back of my head compared to the excitement of getting to play catch with you.

"Gah, no!" I whine, holding my mitt back up in the air, "Just throw the ball already!"

I can barely stand still as the baseball flies towards me, slapping my glove with a thud, before I drop it to the ground.

As I look down at the ball, a warm, wet sensation begins at my crotch before working it's way down my exposed legs, all the way to my socks.

Tears begin to feel my eyes as I look up to you.

You shake your head in disappointment, peeling your own glove off as you walk towards me.

"Oh, buddy," you say, gently placing a hand on my shoulder, "I should have known you were a little too big for baseball."

Tears start to roll down my face, threatening to make my cheeks as damp as the inside of my thighs.

I let you take me by the hand back to the house.

"Come on, sweetheart," you say gently, "Let's get you cleaned up, in a pull-up, and find you an activity that's more your speed."

I grimace, looking at my Velcro sneakers in shame as we walk, wondering how long it will be until you let me do anything more athletic than roll a ball across the floor again.