What happened to that grown woman I picked up at the bar? She seemed so vibrant and full of confidence. Now she's gone, and you're shaking like a prey animal stuck in a freeze response. Did you not expect to be read so thoroughly? Did you think I wouldn't dig around in that pretty little head of yours and find out exactly what made you tick? Did you think I wouldn't notice the childish bag you carried around, the tiny stuffie on a keychain, the way you defer to everyone like an older sibling or a parent. Oh darling, you precious little thing. Letting me take you home wasn't exactly a mistake, but you might think it to be one for a bit. You've proven yourself obedient, so I'm sure you won't fight what happens next. A nice thick diaper for a tiny little thing like you only makes sense, doesn't it? Oh don't fuss too much darling, the blush on your cheeks tells me everything I need to know. Not to mention that slip up in the car. Calling a girl Mom before even getting back to her house? You're nowhere near as subtle as you think you are baby. Now why don't you be a good little princess for me and hold your hands up so I can change you into something more appropriate. Then I can make you feel so much better than what we'd already talked about.
Yeah yeah, ethically I should see you as a peer... But what if I didn't? What if from the moment I met you I always thought of you as a little baby who is too small for this world? Who needs constant supervision? Would that turn you on more? What if every time I said "I need you to need me", I meant it? It may be fun to find someone who wants to treat you like a child, but I see you as that child. I don't trust you to be able to handle yourself. I don't trust you to do what's best for yourself. What if there was a sneaking suspicion that the moment you were to say "hey I don't want to be a baby right now", I would pop a paci in your mouth and ignored you? Because this treatment is what you need.
You find my kinks disgusting and distasteful? Well sweetie in this house we have a try it three times rule. Which means before you can call anything gross you must try it 3 times. So get as comfy as the chains let you... I'll get some supplies and snacks. It's going to be a long night yet.
"Logan! Where the hell are my panties at?! This isn't funny anymore, I want them back!!" I yelled through the house.
I hear chuckling and then there he is leaning on the door frame looking oh so smug. I'm tearing through drawers while he just stands there and watches.
"I have a very important dinner tonight and I need my panties! Why are you just standing there, help me find them!" I yell at him.
"You won't find them anywhere, darling. They're long gone, your new panties are put away in your drawer. You should be thanking me for letting you wear big girl pull-ups. I could keep you in your nighttime diapers all the time instead." He tells me, nonchalantly. I freeze at his words. I'm livid and have had enough of his shit. I turn around to face him, ready to set all of this straight
"Logan... I swear to God if you don't give me my panties back I'm going to -" I start to say
"You're going to what, Emmy? Throw more tantrums? Have more accidents? Slam more doors? Go ahead, show me just how immature you can be." He dares me and I flinch at his words.
"Don't call me Emmy, you know I don't like it. And I'm not throwing a tantrum, I have every right to be mad about you taking my panties. I only had a few accidents, I don't need those things instead of panties." I say, standing my ground even though my voice isn't sounding as confident as I'd like.
"Emmy is an appropriate name for a little girl, I know that's what you were called growing up. Now it suits you again since you're back to having accidents and being put back into pull-ups and diapers. Your panties are really gone sweetheart. Pull-ups are your new 'big girl' panties. Consider yourself very lucky. I know you have an important dinner, now you'll be well protected so you won't embarrass yourself by creating little puddles everywhere. I suggest you start getting ready before you're late." He tells me, tone steady to match his look.
"Logan! This is absolute bullshit, just give me back my panties!" I yell at him.
"Yell at me one more time and you'll be going to dinner with a very sore bottom under your pull up. Your panties are gone, that's enough of a tantrum for one night. Go get ready and I'll drive you. Now, Emmy." He tells me sternly in a tone I've never heard before. It's the kind of tone that makes it hard to disobey. The look he's giving me with it makes my cheeks heat and my words to cease.
I realize I'm not winning this tonight. I'm still seething but clearly he's not playing around and I don't have time so I'll pick this back up later. I glare at him while he watches me dress. He gives me an indifferent look, like he's not impressed with my behavior. After he makes sure I did actually put the pull-up on, he leaves the room and waits for me downstairs. As promised, he's waiting with the car keys to drive me.
"Do you need to use the potty before we leave, Emmy?" He asks me.
I grit my teeth together but manage to answer without losing it."No, I don't need to go." I state coldly.
"Alright then, let's get you to dinner." He says, walking out the door like this is no big deal to him.
"Logan, can we please discuss this more in detail tomorrow?" I ask him.
"Sure, Emmy, we can talk about it and I'll explain how things are going to go from here on out while you work out your little problem. But let's not worry about that anymore tonight. I want you to have a nice time with your girlfriends at dinner. Let me know when you're wrapping up and I'll swing by to pick you up afterwards." He tells me. I want to argue but I know it's useless right now so I just nod and get out of the car quickly.
I forget about the pull-up for the most part, relaxing and enjoying my night out with my girlfriends. I text Logan to head my way as we're paying the bill. I ended up having so much fun tonight and the drinks here are amazing. I may have had a few too many and I know I will have to pee soon but it's such a short ride home, I'll be fine.
"How was your night, sweetie?" Logan asks as we head home.
I told him how great the food and drinks were and how nice it was catching up with my friends for the rest of the drive. I ignored the feeling of needing to pee. I'll definitely make it since we're pulling in.
"I'm so glad you had a great night. Let's go get ready for bed, go wait for me on the bench please and I'll be up shortly." Logan tells me and I cringe as I head up the stairs. He wants to put one of those ridiculous diapers on me for bed but I'm in the mood to play after those drinks. I bet I can change his mind...
Instead of waiting on the bench, I'm waiting on my knees for him. He freezes when he walks in and looks amused. "Whatcha doing there, Emmy?" He asks with a smile. Ugh. I really do hate that name but I'm not interested in getting into that with him tonight.
"I was hoping I could thank you properly for driving me tonight." I purr.
"Not tonight, Emmy. Let's get you ready for bed." He says sweetly. I'm fuming and shocked at the same time.
"Why not, Logan? I'm really in the mood to play tonight." I plead.
"No, Emmy. You're in a soaked pull-up right now and you need your nighttime diaper on. We're not playing like that." He tells me flatly. I'm so embarrassed by being rejected, that's never happened before. My eyes water.
"M-my pull-up is dry, I swear!" I protest. He gives me a pitying look.
"No, Emmy. Your pull-up is soaked through to your jeans actually. I'm not interested in playing while you're covered in pee. Now let me get you cleaned up and into your nighttime diaper. You'll feel all better when you're clean and dry, sweetie." He reassures me. I can't stop the tears, I'm so embarrassed. Only once I'm taped into this thick diaper does he start to comfort me. He coaxes me into bed with him and holds me until the tears stop. I feel like such a baby at this point.
"I know, Emmy. Just let it all out, it's okay. You're going to be okay. I'm going to take care of you while we get through this. I still love you, sweetie." He reassures me as he kisses me on the forehead.
I knew as soon as I woke up that I had another accident in the middle of the night. My diaper was soaked between my legs and the feeling made me remember everything from the night before. I was already blushing from the memory, I hate that I keep having these accidents. I feel Logan stir awake next to me and I freeze. I didn't want him knowing about my accident already. Maybe I can sneak to the bathroom before he's fully awake.
I made it halfway across the bedroom before he stopped me.
"Emmy, get back to bed. I already know you had an accident, no point in trying to hide it. Besides, you know better than to change your diaper. That's my job." He scolds me.
Going crazy over the idea of rapid, intense, but totally unpredictable diapering.
Imagine you live a normal adult life with me 95% of the time. But once or twice a month, you get home, open the door, and I'm standing there with my hands on my hips. Your heart plummets into your stomach because you know what's about to happen, and it's about to happen fast.
You drop your bag as I grab your waist and frog-march you to the bedroom, where your waiting diaper is already unfolded on the changing mat. You start to whine that you have things you need to get done tonight, but a big pacifier and a stern look quickly shut you up. You're stripped, laid down, powdered, diapered, and onesied, then hauled to your play pen with a bottle of juice and a colorful cartoon filling your little world.
Less than five minutes ago, you thought you were going to spend the night catching up on emails and cleaning out the refrigerator. Now you're peeing your pants and brainlessly suckling a binky until morning.
Imagine a life where at any given moment, without warning, you could be mere minutes away from being forced into babyhood. 🤤
Wetting mindlessly without a second thought, diapered or not OR holding it for so long you have no choice but to wet yourself
gotta go first one. at the end of the day im much more inclined to letting go and relying on diapers than holding. i dont even really do intentional holds and have had some moments lately where i just start wetting my diaper that always make me feel soooo small
I have been thinking so much of the act of changing a little's diaper these past few days. The knowledge that they have trusted me with their adulthood fuels my rampant desire. The beauty of the soft thud that a properly soaked diaper makes as it hits the changing pad after being pulled from their skin sends chills up my spine any time I imagine it. I find my face going red at the mere thought of ensuring they are wiped down, sprinkled with powder (a scent I find deliriously enticing), and taped into their fresh padding. Patting them on the butt as I send them off to play. Knowing soon enough they will return to offer me another chance to enrapture myself in the process of changing them.
Tried to cockwarm a dildo under my pull-up but it felt too good and I couldn’t stay still. I just kept squirming around until I couldn’t stop myself from riding it, feeling it press against my bladder each time I sat down. Needed to potty but I couldn’t go with the toy in me and I felt all nice and full. Finally came and took out the dildo and immediately peed,,,,and flooded my pull-up to the point it leaked a little,,,I swear I’m a big kid that doesn’t need diapers! I can hold it. It’s not my fault that wetting myself feels so nice and warm.
I want to make a girl act like a toddler. Not because it's who she really is, or it's cure, or even that it's what she wants. I want to reduce her to that state while keeping her adult mind intact. I want her to feel the rush of humiliation and degradation as she has to talk in a ridiculous babyish tone, wear and use diapers despite being potty trained, wear silly and revealing outfits, and more... I want her to hate every second of it but be so dedicated to pleasing me that she can't deviate. She'll talk in a ridiculous baby tone in front of my friends and ruin any impression they have of her all for me. To avoid displeasing me.
I need to position myself as some cutie's domineering and mean roommate who sees her for the fake adult that she is.
I need to see the blushing, nervous look on her face when I tell her that I don't give a shit if she thinks she's a real adult. I want to feel her squirm on my knee as I spank her ass bright red. I need to hear her protests and curses slowly turn into pained sobbing and pleas to be diapered. I need to hear her defeated whimpering as she stands with her nose in the corner, her diaper soaked, hearing her new mommy dick her now former girlfriend down in a way she never could..
If you got turned on even slightly by reading that, congratulations on being the exact kind of loser I'm talking about! You'll never be a real adult, and should seriously consider unpotty training at this rate! Have fun touching yourself to the idea of a girl turning you into her diapered bitch! ^w^
that said I like genuinely have no interest in like, personality erasure or mind blank or babification or other scenarios that erase the sub's awareness. that's no fun at all. the humiliation is the point. the sub needs to be fully aware of what they're doing, or what's being done to them, or how they're behaving, or it's no fun at all
I honestly even find total incontinence kind of underwhelming in this context - isn't it hotter to have control over your bladder and bowels, but no choice in the matter? to fill your diapers consciously, intentionally, boiling with humiliation, because you know you won't be given any other option?
or if hypnosis is involved. to watch and feel your body following the most humiliating instructions with no ability to stop yourself but full awareness of how degrading it is. isn't that better than not knowing? isn't that sexier?
sunshine, you're not fooling anyone: you're not a big kid right now. don't you give me that look - i know how you are when you're big, and right now you're not. nu uh, no pouting, it's okay - there's nothing wrong with being small!! <33
oh kiddo, come here, what's wrong? were you playing pretend the whole day, trying to seem like a grownup? it's alright now, little one, you're safe here. you can let yourself be small. now, let's try to take a deeeep breath and let all these big thoughts fly away - i can do the thinking for you now, hm? come on, little one, let's get some comfy clothes and a stuffie <3
When you force girlie to have breakfast in her high chair still in her overnight nappy from the previous day. Ignoring all of her protests through her pacifier as she begs for a change first only to pick her up against her will and sit her down in her high chair for her meal - smushing all of her cold, wet, uncomfortable smush accidents from previous night around her private areas. You can see her facial expression shift and a slight audible moan as you sit her down. Feeling the cold mushy padding that she’s been forced to sleep in; endured for another half hour or so before she gets a change.
The humiliating ordeal was a daily occurrence that she had hoped that all of her protests might one day try to avoid but no one listened to her, grown ups are in charge for a reason and she has to submit to there will. Safely retraining her arms and legs so she doesn’t make too much of a mess as she struggles an writhes only to make her uncomfortable underwear worse further spreading her mess. No matter how much she used to going potty in her nappy she never got used to sitting in her mess. She never got a change directly after and knew she would have to spend hours sitting in it before someone might take pity on her and change her smushy, well used nappy. The baby print had stated to fade moreover with each additional accident she was forced to make, never allowed to use the bathroom but after countless spoonfuls of tasteless mush stuffed into her mouth despite her complaints and the rest of another bottle of unknown, unfamiliar liquid held gently against her mouth with another hand smiley stroking her hair and sweetly encourage her - she felt another wet accident escape from between her legs, once again warming the already soaked pad taped between her legs. She just hoped she would get a change soon…
