Ok baby, I'm almost done checking your exercise...aaand all done! How'd you do? Well you didn't get any questions right. That's ok though! I know you tried your hardest. Now, lets check that diaper! Oh my, soaked again, good job buddy!
What do you say we get you in a clean diaper and then get in some well earned playtime! Doesn't that sound fun?
You want to go back to studying, why? Yes cutie, I know you have a test on Monday, but I don't think any more studying is going to help. Instead why don't we unwind from all that stressful, boring schoolwork. Oh baby, it makes me sad seeing you so stressed and worried. I know you've been trying so hard but to be honest, no amount of studying is going to help you.
That's ok though! No one is going to be upset when you fail, not your teachers, not your mommy, not me. We all know that you've been trying your best. It's just sometimes a person isn't ready for big college kid subjects like organic chemistry or calculus. Sometimes it's clear that even though someone is the same age as adults in college they aren't really ready to be adults at all.
You can usually tell when a person suddenly starts to fail all their classes, they have to move back in with their mom, they start throwing tantrums, and they have more and more trouble going to the potty when they need to to the point where they need to wear thick absorbent diapers all the time.
Now it'd be silly to blame a person for having trouble being grown up right? So instead we help them! Like having them spend more an more time watching shows and playing with toys they haven't seen in 20 years. When their tutors quit because they didn't sign up for diapers changes, then their mommy goes out and hires a new tutor who will still try and help, but doesn't mind diaper changes and playtime when big adult subjects are too much.
Oh sweety, come sit on my lap and let me dry your face. What if I told you that your mommy can call your school and tell them you're going to take a break, so you don't have to worry about tests or studying anymore? What about me? That's the best part! You'd still get to see me, only now I'd be your babysitter instead of your tutor! How fun would that be? We could just have playtime every day, and you wouldn't have to worry about your diapers at all! You know I don't mind checking you and changing you! What do you say baby?
âNot now sweetheart. Mommy is doing her makeup. Just use your diaper if you need to go poopoo and Iâll change you out of your bedwetting diapers afterwards.
âCome to my bedroom sweetheart. No need to be shy. Letâs get you in your night time diaper. No need to feel ashamed. Itâs perfectly normal to wear a diaper at a sleepover just in case.â
"But, Mommy," Kristen, the 24-year-old fashion school drop out, whined, "That onesie makes me look like a ~baby~! I don't want to wear it!"
Candace, Kristen's slightly older girlfriend-turned-mommy, sighed, onesie in hand, as she stared at the smaller woman, clad only in the fresh diaper Candace had just taped her into.
"Princess, it's not the clothes that make you look like a baby. You look like a baby, because you are one, you silly goose!"
"Nuh uh! That's not true! I only look like a baby because ~you~ put me in baby clothes! It's not fair!" Kristen stomped her foot, a tantrum beginning to boil in her gut.
Candace thought for a moment as her adorable, tiny girlfriend, began to throw a tantrum. She could punish the cute little adult tot for disobedience, but she had a better idea. She could prove to her precocious girlfriend that it wasn't the clothes that make the baby.
Candace walked up to Kristen, so close her large breasts nearly brushed up against the other woman's face, put her finger under Kristen's chin, and tilted the smaller woman's head up so they were making eye contact.
"Little One, Mommy is going to prove to you that it's not the clothes that make you look like such little baby," she said with a soft, matronly tone.
Kristen shivered. She could never say no to Mommy when she got so⊠Mommy.
The smaller woman nodded her head up and down in acquiescence, "Ok, Mommy."
"Good girl," Candace said, leading the other woman to a large stuffed bear lying on the floor, and positioning Kristen so that she was straddling it. "Now stay here, Mommy is going to put on a little fashion show for you! Won't that be fun? Just like when you went to that silly big girl school?"
Kristen blushed bright red at the reminder of her previous failure to be a successful adult, but did as she was told. As much as she whined, protested, and complained, she loved being Mommy's obedient little plaything. She would do anything the beautiful, large, busty woman asked.
Kristen didn't have to wait long on her stuffed perch before her Mommy re-emerged from her bedroom. Kristen lost her breathe as one of Mommy's beautiful manicured hands ran it's way seductively down the outside of the door before the door opened fully, revealing Candace in all of her glory.
The tall, curvy woman walked out of the room with all of the charisma and swagger of a runway model. The blue gingham baby doll dress she wore, that looked childish and frumpy on Kristen, looked amazing on her.
Given their size differences, the same dress that hid all of the curves on Kristen's body, except those caused by her bulky diaper, emphasized them on Candace. The same skirt that was just short enough to give others a peak of the smaller woman's diapers, was so short on her Mommy that it gave Kristen an incredible view of the sexy lingerie her Mommy wore underneath the dress. The same bodice that hid Kristen's tiny breasts from the world, seemed to be straining against the mass of Candace's full, luscious tits.
Kristen couldn't help but pop her thumb in her mouth and start to lightly grind her hips on the plush bear beneath her. Her diaper covered pussy throbbed just looking at Candace in the 'babyish' outfit.
Candace threw Kristen a knowing wink before she ducked back into their bedroom for an outfit change.
Kristen took advantage of her Mommy's momentary absence to press her hand to the front of her diaper and 'play' a little more aggressively with her teddy bear. She jumped and blushed a little, broken out of her revelry, when the bedroom door flung open revealing Candace yet again.
This time, the large woman was wearing a set of pink, one-piece, fleece pajamas, adorned with images of rainbows and smiling unicorns. The pajamas that always seemed to unnecessarily emphasize Kristen's padded rear-end end had a similar effect on her Mommy. However, instead of showing off a diaper, the pajamas hugged the soft curves of Candance's incredible ass tightly.
Like the dress before it, the pajamas that were almost baggy on Kristen, were too small for her Mommy. Kristen stared at Candace's chest, where the large woman seemed to have been unable to close the zipper that ran from the ankle of the garment to the neck all the way, leaving Candace's impressive cleavage on display.
Kristen couldn't help but drool a little as her Mommy walked the imaginary runway in front of her, thinking about nursing the other woman's beautiful breasts.
As Candace walked back into the bedroom for a last time, she gave her ass a hard spank and blew a kiss to her baby. Kristen whimpered behind her thumb in response, humping the stuffy beneath her even more furiously once the other woman was out of sight.
How was Candace making those clothes, the clothes she despised, the clothes that marked her as an overgrown infant, so fucking hot?
Kristen's thumb fell out of her mouth as her Mommy re-emerged from the bedroom for a last time. Striking a pose, the larger woman looked incredible wearing nothing but the baby blue onesie she had tried to dress Kristen in just moments earlier.
The cotton garment hugged Kristen's Mommy in all of the right ways. The curves of her stomach, her hips, and her ass were all on marvelous display. The tight fabric around the chest, rather than hiding Candace's breasts like it did Kristen's, pushed them up and, somehow, seemed to make the woman's cleavage more impressive.
Most notable of all, from Kristen's perspective, was how the bottom of the onesie looked on her Mommy. The strips of fabric connected by buttons that served to hold the smaller woman's humiliatingly wet and messy diapers against her skin, was so tight on Candace that the fabric acted as a thong. The tight fabric rode up between the tall woman's ass cheeks, revealing the beautiful smooth skin of the larger woman's crotch and buttocks to the world.
As her Mommy spun, Kristen could no longer contain her arousal. Rather than babyish, Candace looked sexy in Kristen's outfits. With reckless abandon, the diapered woman went to work on her stuffed bear, riding it to mind-numbingly incredible completion, humiliation be damned.
When Kristen opened her eyes, her body still shuddering with waves of pleasure from her cringe-inducing 'play time,' she found Mommy sitting next to her, still wearing the incredibly revealing onesie.
Candace put her hand to her baby's cheek and pulled her in for a soft, sensual kiss.
"I don't look so little, now do I, baby girl?"
Kristen blushed and nodded her head back and forth.
Candace smiled and grabbed the small woman's hand, helping her up, before gently guiding her into their bedroom.
"Now, let's get ~you~ dressed for the day," she said softly as Kristen, both defeated and content, followed her meekly.
Raven from , "Teen Titans" gets walked in on and found out during, what she thought, was a very private moment in her bedroom.
Not too worry though, looks like good friend Starfire, is gunna take care of this gloomy baby and all her needs.
I feel like Raven would be a huge closet baby, and Starfire would be all TOO accommodating.
Ive always wanted a good excuse to draw Raven if i ever got the chance, and what better chance then putting her in diapers, then getting those diapers changed?
I included the initial scribble drawings of Raven in her baby outfit, and cleaned them up as well, as I liked the pose, and her diaper butt sticking out underneath her little skirt.
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âRelax. Have a seat if you like. Of course, I have some rules. Little boys must wear diapers if they are going to be sitting on the furniture. These are expensive pieces, and I just canât risk you having a wet or messy accident on them. Donât you worry, sweetheart. Auntie will put you in diapers and it will be our little secret. If you donât have to go, then you donât have to go, and thereâs nothing to worry about. If you do have an accident, well, thatâs what diapers are for. And if you have to go pee pee or poo poo and decide youâd rather just let go and let your diaper do all the work, well, like I said, itâll be our little secret. So what are we waiting for? Letâs get you in a diaper ASAP.â
âKeep your legs up darling, There we go! That feels better, doesnât it? So much better to be in diapers so that you donât have to worry about having an accident in your pants. Aww, no need to cry, Everyone has accidents now and then.â
âHehe, you didnât know what you were gettingâŠughâŠyourselfâŠughâŠintoâŠprfffâŠdid you?â
Jacklyn was giddy with excitement. She had raised her dress to show you her diaper. You were stunned when you saw the bulge appear and the diaper grow yellow. How could you have thought that this cute girl was a grown and sexy woman? Something evidently not the case. The date had gone extremely well. She did invite you back to her house, didnât she? That her parents were there was the first sign that something was wrong. The second was when she immediately, and publicly, changed out of her big girl clothes upon arrival into a little girlâs dress. Meanwhile, âMommyâ checked her and decided Jacklyn needed a change. Then, Mommy decided that you needed a change, because:
âLittle boys should be in diapers" and that she âdidnât want any accidents.â It didnât matter that both you and Jacklyn were in your twenties.
So there you were, in just a diaper and a t-shirt, in Jacklynâs nursery.Â
âGive it a try.â Jacklyn said. âI like you and if you want, you can stay. You wonât have to work, my parents will take care of everything. We can still go out and do grown-up things whenever we wantâŠor stay in and do grown-up things whenever we want. What do you say? Wanna be a baby?â
âWhatâs wrong hun? Having trouble sleep⊠Oh my. That is a large wet patch. Sweetie, we had a talk about your night time accidents. You know what happens when you keep wetting the bed. You didnât have an accident? Well, how come your PJs are wet, then? You did it on purpose to show that you need to be a little boy? Awww, honey. You didnât have to soak your pants and bed to show mommy that. You could have just asked. Come into mommyâs room. I kept the diapers because I had a feeling this might happen. Once I get you changed into a thick overnight diaper, you can cuddle with mommy for the night. Iâll deal with your wet sheets in the morning. I have a feeling Iâll be changing more around here than just your diapers. Come on, little one, letâs get you diapered again.â
You were so excited to stay over at your Auntieâs house for two weeks while your Mother was out of the country on business. In truth, Auntie was just a family friend, but she had known you since you were in diapers, so you had an extra special bond. But Auntie had a surprise for you when bedtime arrived.
âSweetie, I have a rule for boys like you who stay over. Now, Iâm not sure how your Mother does it, but boys who stay over here have to wear Goodnites to make sure they keep the bed dry. If you can stay dry all night long, then you get to wear big boy underwear to bed again. But if you wet yourself, itâs back to diapers. Of course, thereâs nothing wrong with that. Lots of boys struggle to keep the bed dry. They just need a little extra time in thick, thirsty diapers. Is that A-OK?â
After Auntie helped you into your Goodnite, she tucked you into bed. You waited until she had gone to bed before getting out of your own, crinkling your way ot the kitchen, and downing several large glasses of water. You were determined not just to soak your Goodnites, but to make them overflow so much that your sheets would be soaked too. The thought of Auntie taking care of you, nurturing you in diapers, was just too much to pass up on. You waddled off to bed, already feeling pressure in your bladder. Of course youâd wait until it was overpowering to unleash. You fell asleep dreaming of the many diaper changes to come.
Little did you know, Auntie knew exactly what was going through your mind. After all, she had helped raise you. She would make a big show of being âshockedâ the next morning at your drenched sheets and Goodnites, but there was already a stack of diapers and changing supplies on her bedside table. She  closed her eyes and smiled, drifting off to sleep with images of diapered bottoms prancing through the house. Soon enough, both of your dreams would come true. Â
Hush now sweetie, you are safe, you are secure, feel how thick that diapee is around you, safely securing you. You are free. Free to make whatever messes you want in your diapee. Free to wear pig tails and thrills. Free to feel cute, free to feel desired. Free to express your neediness. Free to be helpless. You are safe with Mommy.
âGo get your stepmother one of the diapers or pullups from the shelf, so that I can change you. If you pick a baby diaper, you donât have to worry about accidents, I will just change you if you wet or do poo poo. If you pick big boy pullups, you will be treated like a big boy, but you will be punished severely for any accidents you have in them.â
***DISCLAIMER*** The adults depicted in this story are over the age of 18. This story is purely fantasy.Â
This story contains gender bender and forced regression. If that isnât your thing, click away now.
Glass shattered as he tumbled into the room. He winced as he felt it cut into his skin. Shouts from the nighttime street followed him. He scrambled back to his feet. He had to get away. He couldnât let them catch him.
He slammed through the door and pounded down a flight of stairs. He cursed as he upended a chair in the gloom. The room had no windows and was so dark he could barely see one foot in front of the other. He stumbled through the dark, uncaring of the shattering glass and broken furniture that followed in his wake. He couldnât be trapped here, there had to be some kind of exit.
âWhat are you doing in my house.â
He yelped in surprise and fell to the floor.
âI asked you a question.â The voice sounded like a woman. An extremely angry woman.
His thoughts spun. He couldnât think, everything was happening too fast.
â5.â
Five? Five what?
â4.â
She was counting down! What was she going to do to him? Should he run? Where would he run to?
â3.â
He sputtered, scrambling for words. Any words.
â2.â
âP-please,â he cried out. âYou canât let them find me!â
The voice paused. âWhoâs âthemâ?â
âThe men on the street. Please just donât let them find me. Iâll do anything. Anything!â
She was silent for a moment, considering. âAnything?â
Someone began pounding on the door.
âAnything, please!â
He heard the door click open.
Her voice was curt. âWhat do you want.â
The man on the other side was taken by surprise. âI-, uh did you see a guy come through here?â
He felt sweat dripping down his forehead, stinging the lacerations made by the glass. His gambling addiction had finally caught up with him. He was sure he wasnât going to make it through the night.
âYou mean that jerk who busted my upstairs window? He ran that way.â
âThanks maâam, have a nice night,â the man said.
âLet me know if you catch that idiot. He owes me.â
The manâs chuckle faded as he dashed back onto the street.
He breathed a sigh of pure relief. He was going to live! âThank yo-â he was cut off as his world erupted in light. Blinking back tears, he rubbed his eyes as they adjusted to the sudden change in brightness. A few seconds later, he could see a woman standing across the hall. It was clear sheâd just woken up, with disheveled hair and circles under her eyes. It was also clear she was one of the most beautiful creatures heâd ever seen. Long silky black hair spilled over her shoulders. She was clad in a simple T shirt that hugged the curves of her breasts. The shirt hem ended at her upper thigh, doing nothing to conceal her long, toned legs. He gulped.
She was holding a long, wooden pole in one hand. With a smooth movement, she leveled it right at him. âYou said youâd do anything.â
Sparkling purple mist erupted from the head of the staff, billowing across the room to engulf him.
He sputtered as it swirled about him. The substance felt hot, almost alive even. It smelled of berries and spices as he breathed it in. He felt his own body grow hot in response and he staggered. Flares and sparks erupted before his eyes. The room began to spin. He blacked out.
âHeyâŠâ the voice was far away, fuzzy. âHey,â it repeated, clearer. He groaned and opened his eyes. The woman was standing over him now⊠It took a moment to register. She wasnât wearing any panties! He gawped open mouthed for a few seconds before shooting straight up. He looked away, blushing madly. He felt blood rush to his groin.
Something was wrong. While he was certainly aroused, he wasnât feeling any of the familiar pressure from a certain important piece of his anatomy. He glanced down. He gasped in shock. He was completely nude! More importantly though, his penis was gone! In its place was now a shaven, petite mound, similar to the one heâd just seen under the womanâs shirt! Not only that, it looked like his entire lower body had changed. His long, hairy legs were now slender and completely bare. He wiggled his toes to experiment, staring as his new body obeyed the command.
âHey, sweetie. Itâs time to pad up your booty. I donât want you making even more of a mess in my home.â The woman took hold of his shoulder and pushed him to the floor.
He tried to fight back but she was too strong for him. It was like all strength had been completely bled from his body as he feebly protested. âWha? Whas happn?â Even his voice had changed! He sounded like a girl! Wait⊠hold on. He could have sworn heâd said that right. âWho you? Where pee pee?â Who are you? Whereâs my dick? He yelled internally.
âShh. Itâs ok, darling. The bad men are gone. Mommy is here to take care of you.â She pulled off her shirt, exposing the supple skin of her breasts. She gently lifted his head to her nipple. âDrink up, baby. You said youâd do anything for me. Be Mommyâs good girl.â
He found himself fighting internally as his lips opened instinctually and he began to suck. Milk began to trickle into his mouth, gradually becoming a steady stream. It was soothing and sweet. No! Whatâs happening. Stop drinking idiot! He burbled happily as gulped down more and more. His arousal returned with a vengeance as he drank, causing his new princess parts to tingle. He whimpered into her breast as the feeling grew. He could feel breasts of his own now. His nipples were hard, and he feebly reached up to pinch them.
âAwww. Mommyâs little baby is a dirty girl.â He felt her reach between his legs and pull something soft and fluffy between them.
It was a diaper, and one big enough to fit snugly around the body of the twenty something woman he found himself inhabiting. He moaned pitifully around her nipple as she taped it shut, sealing his shivering pussy behind the thick layers of absorbent padding.
She started rubbing the padding into his crotch, causing him to squeal in delight. It felt so good. The milk dribbling into his mouth, the way it filled his tummy, the spicy musk of the woman feeding him. It was all so wonderful. She wasnât sure why sheâd been worried a few minutes ago. Mommy loved her. She was very pretty and made her feel so wonderful. She began to grind against her Mommyâs hand, burbling happily.
âGood girl. Let it all out in your diapy for me.â
The woman grinned as she girl in her arms shuddered, eyes closing shut against the ecstasy wracking her form. She felt her hand grow warm. The diaper swelled as her little girl released everything into it. She continued to rub gently as the girlâs head lolled back. A thin stream of milk dripped down the side of her smiling lips.
The woman stood, lifting her new pet between her arms. She patted her back, eliciting a tiny burp. Yes, she was going to have a lot of fun with this one. After all, what was a witch without a cute little kitten to toodle around the house?
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