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The Succubus - Valentine's Day

A sequel to The Succubus.

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“Good morning, little cucky,” the monster cooed, peering over the bars of the crib. “Happy Valentine’s Day! Could you hear the grown-ups having their fun earlier, sweetie? I hope we didn’t wake you…”

Debbie glowered at her, all too aware of how ridiculous she must look trying to be intimidating with a pacifier bobbing in her mouth, lying at the bottom of an oversized crib beneath a set of Disney princess bedsheets. Her eyes were red, and there were tears drying on her cheeks as well. She had indeed woken up to the loud sounds of lovemaking coming from her former bedroom.

The Succubus laughed. “Oh dear! Someone’s a very grumpy girl today! Looks like we did wake you after all, huh? I guess you’ll just have to have an extra-long nap this afternoon to make up for it. But right now it’s time to get you up and dressed, little one!” She flung back the princess covers to reveal Debbie’s body, nude but for the thick disposable diaper around her waist.

Debbie slipped out of her crib, her nappy sagging heavily between her legs as she got to her feet. Her bottom lip trembled behind her soother. She’d woken up wet again.

The Succubus reached out, grinning like a Cheshire cat, and put her hand on Debbie’s crotch. Debbie could feel the cold, soggy padding pressing against her pussy. “That’s my little bedwetter,” said the Succubus softly. She slipped a finger past the leak guards, her eyes not leaving Debbie’s face. “Soaked again... Mummy’s poor widdle baby just can’t contwol herself, can she?”  Then she spun her around and pulled out the back of her diaper. “But you’re still not pooping at night.” She turned her back around, smiling horribly. “Don’t worry though. Sooner or later you’ll start waking up stinky.”

Debbie imagined waking up every morning to a yucky mess in the seat of her pants and no memory of how it had got there, and felt sick at the thought. The Succubus wanted her to be fully incontinent. Her horrifying voice power had served to strip Debbie of most of her daytime control, but her commands didn’t work as well when Debbie was sleeping. It had taken weeks of ‘special medicine’ in her baby bottles, but now she was starting to reliably wake up in pissy Pampers. Yet the creature who had stolen her adulthood clearly wouldn’t be satisfied until she was doing the most babyish thing possible in her pants while she slept.

Once her hair was tied up in pigtails, frilly socks had been pulled over her feet, and she was dressed in a pale pink frock that failed to reach past the drooping, discoloured seat of her nappy (her overnight diaper was never changed before she made her morning poo-poo), Debbie was ready to head downstairs for breakfast. Mealtimes had been bad enough from the start, when the demon liked to cram her body inside a tight highchair, tie a bib around her neck, and feed her jar after jar of bland, mushy baby food – but things had become even worse ever since she’d realised there was another, better way to feed her ‘baby girl’.

They headed into the living room rather than the kitchen once they’d gone down the stairs, to find John lounging in an armchair having just finished his breakfast. His empty tray was sitting on a table beside him.

“Go and kiss Daddy good morning,” said the Succubus, patting Debbie’s diapered bottom to send her on her way.

Debbie hurried over to her husband. She wasn’t really allowed to kiss him, she knew. Instead she pressed the shield of her binky briefly against his cheek and let him pat her on the head. “Good morning, pretty princess,” he cooed, and Debbie’s heart did a little flutter despite herself.

She turned around and felt her stomach roll, as it always did, at the sight of the Succubus sitting on the sofa with her large, heavy tits out of her top. A droplet of milk was glistening on the end of one of her nipples. “Come to Mummy, baby,” she said seductively, her dark eyes burning like coals. “Time for your feeding.”

Debbie toddled to the sofa, diaper crinkling noisily, and lay herself across the monster woman’s lap. It had taken a while for her milk to come in, but now she produced enough that Debbie had three meals a day from her boobs, supplemented in the evenings by oatmeal and store-bought baby food. With a wet pop, the Succubus removed the dummy from her mouth and guided her lips slowly towards her waiting breast, clearly savouring the look of revulsion on her victim’s face.

Debbie felt the warm nipple enter her mouth, and her lips closed around it and began to suckle instinctively, enthusiastically, against her will. Hot, creamy breastmilk ran down her throat at once. It had a rum-like sweetness to it that wasn’t entirely unpleasant, but no matter how hard she tried, Debbie couldn’t ignore the fact that she was guzzling milk from another woman’s tits. It didn’t help that the Succubus cooed to her in a sickening sweet voice while she fed.

“Good girl, Debbie! Drink up all your milkies, that’s a good baby. Isn’t it yummy-wummy? Straight from Mummy’s boobies to baby’s belly.”

The milk seemed endless, and Debbie’s stomach already felt full to bursting when she was moved onto the second breast. But she knew better than to try and fight. That would just make the creature use that cold, awful voice, and Debbie would simply end up doing as she was told anyway. She may even earn herself a spanking to boot. At last she finished her breakfast, and after being briefly burped with her head over the Succubus’s shoulder, the monster kissed her on the forehead, shoved her pacifier back between her lips, and got up. “Time for Mummy to have her breakfast too,” she said, her eyes sparkling. “I think pancakes sound tasty. You stay here and behave yourself, okay sweetie?” And she left Debbie sitting on the sofa feeling heavy and tired, with her tummy full to the brim with breastmilk.

But Debbie knew she had a rare opportunity. It wasn’t often that the Succubus left her alone with her husband. John was still in his armchair, reading the paper, and the moment the demon left the living room, Debbie got off the sofa and waddled over to him as fast as she could. She could feel the milk sloshing around in her stomach. John looked up from his paper at the sound of her rustling diaper just as she reached him. Pushing aside his newspaper, her gaze fixed on his handsome face, Debbie clambered into her husband’s lap and straddled one of his legs. She bounced impatiently on his knee, and John wrinkled his nose at the pee-pee smell, but he chuckled indulgently all the same. “Do you want a horsey-ride, little missy?”

“Yes please,” Debbie whispered breathily, her soother falling from her mouth and dangling on the end of its chord. It had been over two weeks since she’d last had the opportunity for a ‘horsey-ride’ on his lap, but she felt that if the two of them could just have something resembling an intimate moment today, on Valentine’s Day, it would somehow undo the Succubus’s brainwashing and make John see her as a woman again.

John raised his eyebrow at her.

“Yes please, Daddy,” she corrected, hating the monster that had done this to her loving husband.

John nodded, satisfied, and started to bounce his knee. “Horsey, horsey, don’t you stop,” he sang, “just let your feet go clippety-clop!”

Debbie suppressed a moan of pleasure as her padded pussy was pressed hard against his knee with each bounce. If she closed her eyes and ignored the singing, if she pressed her body against his chest and pretended her pants weren’t full of pee-pee, she could almost pretend that they were making love.

“Your tail goes swish and your wheels go round!”

Her clit was pulsing delightfully. She could feel herself getting closer and closer to orgasm. She was so desperate these days. She was almost there… She was right on the edge…

“Giddy up, we’re homeward bound!”

“I think that’s enough of that!” came the Succubus’s amused voice, and Debbie felt arms loop around her middle and lift her effortlessly off her husband’s knee.

“Noooo!” she shrieked, kicking her legs and humping the air desperately. Her pussy was spasming, tantalisingly close to relief. “No! No! No!”

Her feet hit the floor and there was a sharp smack on her bottom. “Aren’t you a lucky girl, getting to play on Daddy’s lap for a bit!” the demon crooned darkly. She swatted Debbie’s bottom again. “But settle down now, babykins. You can’t play horsey forever, and Daddy doesn’t want you rubbing your disgusting, piss-soaked diaper all over him.”

“Pleeeease…” Debbie begged, tears welling up in her eyes. She pressed her hand against the front of her nappy and started to rub. She couldn’t stop herself. She needed release.

“Bad girl, Debbie!” the Succubus scolded, pushing her hands away from her crotch. “Is that what Mummy’s taught you to do when you’re feeling naughty tingles in your no-no spot?”

Debbie whined. She clenched her fists at her sides and bounced on the spot. Her pussy was so achy. She hated asking, hated what it involved, but it was the only time the Succubus ever allowed her to orgasm. Most of the time the monster refused her. But occasionally, just frequently enough, she’d say yes.

“Mummy…” Debbie said through gritted teeth. “Please can I have sex?”

“Keep going, baby,” the Succubus said, her eyes glittering maliciously. “Ask properly.”

“I know… I know I’m too silly and little for real sex,” said Debbie, glaring at the floor, “but I want to play pretend. Please can I have sex with my teddy bear?”

The Succubus ran her fingers through one of Debbie’s pigtails, considering, letting the silence drag on. “Yes you may, baby,” she said finally. “Go get teddy.”

Debbie rushed over to the toybox that sat in the corner of the room and pulled out an enormous teddy bear, disentangling him from some of her dress-up clothes. But she’d only gone two steps back towards the Succubus when she stopped dead. For a moment, she couldn’t figure out what was wrong. Then a soft grunt escaped her lips. Her knees began to bend, and she found herself sinking into an uncontrollable squat. Tears spilled down her cheeks. “No…” she sobbed.

“Uh-oh!” sang the Succubus, and Debbie could hear the grin on her face. “Looks like it’s time for someone’s morning whoopsies!”

John laughed. “I’m just glad she waited until she was out of my lap!”

Debbie let out a loud, unladylike grunt, following by another sob, and then she got to work pushing last night’s din-dins into her pants. Her diaper drooped even lower beneath the hem of her frock as a heavy, smelly mess dropped into the back. Her face was scrunched up as though she was straining with all her might to make as big of a poo-poo as she possibly could in her Pampers, although the truth was that she was quite out of control of her own body. Her nappy sagged again as she dumped another load into it, accompanied by a fresh wave of wee-wee, so that her baby pants hung so heavily between her thighs they were halfway down to her knees. Then, with a final grunt, Debbie straightened up.

“Mummy…” she whimpered. “Please can I have a change before… before…”

The Succubus’s face was as full of delight as Debbie’s was with horror. She approached the quivering baby woman like a predator. “No, little one,” she said, her tone mocking. “If you want your special rub-rubs today then you have to have them now, in your dirty diaper.” She shoved Debbie’s dummy back between her lips, took her by the hand, and led her over to the centre of the room. “Put teddy down here,” she said, pointing at the floor. Arms trembling, Debbie did as she was told. She felt sick with shame, but even with the horrible, babyish mess in her pants, her pussy was still burning needily. “Good girl,” said the monster, flushed with arousal. “Now you can have sex with teddy, and I can have sex with your husband.” She looked over at John. “Ready for round two?” she asked, smirking.

John grinned back and started to undo his belt as his lover strutted over to him, stripping off her clothes as she went. Meanwhile Debbie lowered herself gently to the floor, on top of her teddy bear. She nearly gagged when the poop in her diaper squished against her bottom, but she was almost too horny to care. The first thrust against teddy sent a wave of pleasure coursing through her body, and she couldn’t stop herself moaning like a slut. She heard John and the Succubus laugh, but she kept going, grinding her aching, diaper-clad pussy against her bear, picking up speed. But then she made the mistake of looking up, and although she didn’t stop humping, Debbie started to wail at the sight of the demon riding her husband’s cock. She was straddling his lap, bouncing up and down on his manhood with her head thrown back in ecstasy. “Oh, oh, ohhh!” she moaned.

Debbie felt her orgasm getting closer and closer, but she couldn’t tear her eyes away from the nightmare happening before her. She sucked frantically on her binky and went cross-eyed as she thrust against her teddy bear, her head dizzy with need. She was right on the edge. And then she was over it, she was cumming in her stinky, sopping wet diaper – and as she did, the Succubus looked over her shoulder with an evil smile and whispered, “Happy Valentine’s Day, baby girl…”

[maddie-dog]

Diaper Dance

Did you put your Little One back in diapers?

Did you make the straightforward and common sense rule that they are not allowed to ask for changes?

Are they still constantly complaining about never being able to tell you when they are leaking?

I have a solution for you both: the Diaper Dance.

When your little is desperate for a change and not allowed to ask, give them the option to beg for a change with their body.

Let them know that they can always run up to you, wiggle their little hips and shake their little booties to show you just how squishy and dirty their padded pants are. The more their dance shows off their diaper, the more obvious it will be they need a change!

Are they tired of being stinky? They can do a little dance showing off that poopy bottom.

Is their diaper full to leaking? They can wiggle their little hips, showing how close that wet padding is to sliding down their legs.

The Diaper Dance give your little one the sense of agency they are begging for, it does so while reinforcing how pathetic and silly they really are.

[ashbabylittle]

Love Letter to Light-Hearted Diaper Humiliation

No shade to any and all other types of dominating but I have a huge affinity for humiliation where it's low stakes, light-hearted and fun :) For example:

"Hey stinker, come over here really quick, let me check you."

"Let's get you changed. No, I'm not mad! If I expected you to be able to hold it you wouldn’t have a diaper on cutie."

"It's okay if you had an accident, dork - I'm not exactly surprised at this point. Come here, lets see if you need a change"

"You really didn't notice that you peed yourself? Adorable"

"You're lucky I'm around baby, or you'd never know when you'd need to change. Which is often by the way 😇"

"Hey! This is Ash, she's my girlfriend! - just to get it out of the way, she's wearing a diaper right now since she is struggling with her control - no worries, we have it handled!"

*Pats my wet diapered butt* "Whoa kiddo - did you have a couple more accident's since last I checked?"

"Did you try to make it to the potty? Okay well that's all we can ask for! Maybe next time, stinker 🤭"

"Girl.. you wet your training diaper twice yesterday, I wouldn't exactly say we're close to fully trained"

"I'm going to grab more stickers for the bedwetting chart at the store - I'm only going to get raincloud stickers because we still have a plenty of unused sunshine stickers..."

"I hope you don't mind I told them about your diapers since we are going to be staying the night. No, it's fine, they don't care - its not exactly a secret at this point that you're still training."

"I wish you could see your face when I notice that you had an accident - you become such a blushy mess 😍"

"Do you 'think' you had an accident or do you know you had an accident and are too embarrassed to admit it?"

"Uh oh - soggy morning kiddo? That's alright, we'll try again tomorrow - Make sure to put the raincloud on the chart so we can keep track :)"

"I'd totally believe you if you weren't wearing a unicorn onesie with a soaked diaper right now"

"I'm not going to change you yet, dork - I know you're not done having accidents today"

"Come here baby, your waistband is poking out"

"Yeah she is! Come here Ash!" As I walk over, she flips up my skirt to show my used diaper "See? Told you! She needs them since she can't always hold it when she has to go.. as you can see!"

"I'll give you $10 right now if you are dry"

"It honestly makes sense that you're a bedwetter - it fits your vibe :)"

"I haven't seen your bunny stuffie in a while - did you guys break up? 😉"

*Grabs the front of my very wet diaper* "I dunno, does this feel like being a big girl to you?"

*a hissing sound starts coming from my side of the couch* "Wow you really had to go, huh baby?"

"Did you just piss your diaper while sitting in my lap?"

"Next time you feel an accident coming along let me know - I wanna put my hand on it feel you losing control 😈 that is, if you are able to notice when you have to go 🤭"

"Hold still, you are fussier to change than the kids I used to babysit"

"You're being awfully sassy towards the girl who decides if you get changed or not"

"No way girl. Those stripes are gone - wetness indicated!"

"I've never seen someone so happy to lay across my lap - its so cute"

"You're soaked butt is like a little pissy stressball that I can squeeze whenever I want to, because lets face it, you're not dry that often."

"I put your name as DPRGRL for bowling - hope that's chill 😘"

"You'd think after all these accidents, you'd stop getting so embarrassed you little dweeb 😋"

"Well, lets be clear - you're wearing diapers because you can't be trusted to hold it. You're wearing those diapers because they're so cute on you :) hope that clears it up!"

"I honestly just assume you're always a little wet. And I'm usually right lol"

"Yes, but counter point: You're wearing a diaper that you just peed in so."

"Hey cutie, wake up - I think you're dreaming of waterfalls"

"I don't want you to lose all of your control, but it is really cute to watch you fill your pampers so. Either way is good with me baby but it seems like we're headed in that direction ;)"

"I'm gonna go to the bathroom - wanna come and take notes?"

"Yeah no, I asked my friends, none of us have had an accident in the last month so you're on your own there sweetie :)"

"Hey, there's no shame in pissing your pants so often and so much that your girlfriend is compelled to start putting you in diapers and tracking your loss of control until you become a full-time bedwetter and pamper pisser - it's totally normal and reasonable.. totally😐."

"Hey stinker - got enough room in that thing for one more episode?"

"I could hold my breath longer than you can stay dry"

"Oh shut up, you love this."

Etc.

There's probably so much more but I can't think of anything else so.

Here ya go.

[cookie-goodboy]

Some Mommies and Daddies still let their regressed little ones cum...

They just make sure it's as humiliating as possible.

You can't let them think this is an adult privelege, or that it makes them in any way mature.

All the parenting blogs have suggestions:

🚫 ban them from using adult words to describe it (call it special snuggles, or silly spurts) .

🎶 Make them sing nursery rhymes, or childish songs while they are doing it.

🪫set restrictions on using hands or vibrating toys. Make them learn how to hump.

🫣 have them do it with an audience. Either Mommy/Daddy's friends or their former peers.

🧸 Pick out a special plush for them to make 'special feelings' with.

⭐ Track their 'GooGoos' on their diaper training chart, compare notes with other parents.

👀 make them do it in the living room or in a public place. Ensure that they don't have any privacy.

⏲️ Set time limits, take away sticky time if they go too long.

😵 Make sure their diaper is heavily used before granting them permission. To associate pleasure with full diapers

Any permission you give as a parent to a regressed 'child' should be designed to reinforce their infantalization.

Any 'sexual experience ' they are allowed to have should be as far away from what real adults do as possible.

After all , all the parenting blogs say so....

[domsubabdl]

Down the rabbit hole...

Be honest with yourself: Can you even manage to get your little clitty hard outside of a diaper anymore?

[cookie-goodboy]

Regression Daycare: English Lessons- Verbs

To Ruin; Verb

Definition; "to cause great and usually irreparable damage or harm to; have a disastrous effect on"

Verbs change depending on how they are used in a sentence.

Examples,

🧔‍♂️Daddy is going to ruin your potty training, you will have to wear diapers from now on.

👧 Mommy has ruined your sex drive, you will never cum outside of a diaper again.

💊The treatment ruins the higher brain functions, reading, counting and writing will no longer be possible for the patient.

👔 When your master sent all your diaper photos to your boss he ruined your life. With no income you would have to do as he commanded.

👖When you felt your tummy rumble you squatted and you ruined your pants, as soon as the daycare workers find you you will be put back in diapers

🚼 Your regression is too far gone, you will spend the rest of your life drooling in your playpen and ruining the thick diapers your "parents" keep on you.

Isn't language fun? ❤️

[onemoreoutburst]

Aww, honey. Your friends have been so nice to you since they found out you're back in diapers...

"Hey, I think your... um... thing... is sticking out of the back of your jeans. Figured I should tell you..."

"Aww... don't worry, I get it. I kind of figured things were going in that direction."

"I guess I had a feeling something was up. You haven't exactly been going to the bathroom as much as you used to..."

"I bet it's gonna save a lot on laundry—one less thing to wash every day, ya know? I'm sure you were going through a lot of loads."

"No, it looks totally fine now! And hey, everyone’s into big butts these days, right?"

"Honestly, nobody would have even noticed! I just caught on because I spend so much time with you."

"Hey, no more dealing with those gross bathrooms in public, right? That's honestly a major plus."

"Crinkling? Oh no, not at all! I hardly even notice it."

"I promise, we won't tell anyone. Wouldn't even dream of talking about your little secret."

"You’re acting so mature about the whole thing, really. It’s cute that you're really trying."

"And hey, you get that special bathroom pass now, right? I bet that gets you out of so much boring stuff!"

"I guess that makes you the most prepared person in our friend group! Always protected, you know."

"Hey, do you want a break from carrying your diaper b— uh, I mean, your backpack? I can hold it for you if you want."

"You know, I think you might’ve cracked the code! No wonder that babies and toddlers are so relaxed."

"Think of all the times you’ll get to skip out on those gross porta-potties at festivals! What I'd give not to have to use those."

"Well, I'll bet this is way easier than before, back when you were in pull-ups. You were having a lot of leaks..."

"Hey, I’m heading to the restroom. Wanna come? You need to... you know... take care of anything?"

"Do you need me to go get your boyfriend? I know he helps out with you sometimes."

"Aww, I think it’s great that you have someone like him to help you out. Not many guys would be that dedicated."

"Don't worry, I'll still be here when he's done helping you."

"He’s such a sweetheart... so on top of it. Honestly, I think he’s more attentive than even most parents are."

"Hey, want me to check your shirt before we go? Just wanna make sure everything’s nice and tucked in."

"Yep, you’re good! I’ll let you know if I see it riding up again. Gotta keep an eye out for you!"

"Aw, no, I actually think it’s sweet! I always loved the smell of baby powder."

"You shouldn't feel embarrassed around us tonight at all. We all know."

"Maybe you’ll get to see the whole movie this time! You always used to miss, like, half of it, remember?"

"Oh, he just texted to check if you need a change before we sit down. So thoughtful, right?"

"Look at that massive bathroom line... lucky you, you don’t have to worry about that anymore!"

"Hey– do you want me to remind you to, er... change? While we're out? I just wasn't sure if you can feel it or not."

"Well, just let me know. I've still got your backpack."

"Wow, just think of all the drinks you can have without stressing about it like you used to! That's like, perfect for you."

"You look so sweet when you're all comfy like that. I can't remember the last time I saw you so relaxed."

"Hey, nobody makes a big deal about it with babies, why should we make a big deal about it with you?"

"Aww, it's okay. I'm sure you'll grow out of it someday."

[destinedfordiapers]

Feels Like The First Time

This caption was saved by this post by @cookie-goodboy whose “baby book” idea resurrected this caption from my draft box graveyard.

She looks down at her soggy diaper in utter disbelief. “B-but I d-don’t even remember going potty, Daddy!”

“Does that excite you, Princess?”

“I…umm, I think so. But does this mean…”

“Yes, silly. It means you’re no longer potty trained. You’re Daddy’s diaper-dependent pamper packer, forever.”

“I just thought the first time I had a real accident would be…I don’t know…”

There it is again: The First Time. She’s focused on the “firsts” of our relationship and her diaper journey from the beginning.

I remember how excited she was the first time I put a diaper on her. The first time she made stinkies in front of me. The first time she went out in public diapered. The first time I changed her in public.

Every first was a cause for celebration.

She’s been so focused on the “firsts” that she never stopped to think about all the “lasts” in her life.

But I did.

And now that she’s unpotty-trained, it’s time to show her the project I’ve been secretly working on these last few years.

Her big book of “lasts.” She’s finally ready to read it. It has it all:

The last time she went out in public undiapered. The last time she used the potty for tinkles. The last time she used the potty for stinkies. The last time she changed her own diaper. The last time she got to ask me to change her diaper.

But there are a few things she probably won’t be expecting.

Like the last time we had sex. The last time she had an orgasm without a diaper. The last time she went to bed without a bedtime. The last time I thought of her as an adult. There’s plenty more to choose from, but you get the idea.

I almost feel bad, but what did she expect? I can’t treat someone who wants to become an unpotty-trained pamper packer as an adult—adults don’t enthusiastically give away every aspect of their adulthood so they can helplessly fill their diapers.

Obviously adult things like sex are out the window. Did she really think I’d want to go down on her knowing she poops herself three times a day?

Gross.

I’ll treat her exactly how she wants to be treated: as an unpotty-trained a toddler. Because that’s what she is to me now.

She’s not my girlfriend. She gave up orgasms and adulthood for a lifetime of diaper changes, early bedtimes, and Disney cartoons.

I’m sure she’ll throw a tantrum tonight when I show her. But what is she going to do? Not wear a diaper? It’s far too late for that. She needs them now—just like she always wanted.

I’ll smile the whole time she’s whining about her “lost” adulthood. The adulthood she willingly gave away for the pleasure of being wrapped in her plastic prison.

Maybe I’ll even start a new scrapbook for her. Her tantrum can be the first entry: Baby’s first tantrum as Daddy’s permanent babygirl.

[destinedfordiapers]

The Sound of Silence

The silence is so delicious I want seconds. Maybe thirds. Delicious, beautiful silence.

She was so confident. Loudly denying she would need her diaper. That I was just being dramatic.

As if she had any control left.

It was too easy. So easy I almost feel bad that she’ll be trapped in diapers for the rest of her life. Almost.

She may whine and complain, but deep down she knows she’s a diaper girl. She knows her life is better when she’s wrapped in her thick, thirsty diapees, begging me to change her. The potty is for grown ups, not her.

And she is not a grown up. She never was, no matter how many times she says she is—or was. Grown ups don’t fill their diapers with pushies hours after screaming she could hold it.

Grown ups don’t submit so meekly to diaper checks, dutifully pulling their pants down so Daddy can inspect their diaper. And grown ups definitely don’t fill their diaper with stinkies as often as her!

“Uh oh, looks like my little peanut’s diapee is mushy! What is my precious buttercup hiding in there?”

There it is. That silence. That beautiful, tasty silence. It turns my legs to jelly. It’s unfathomably cute.

The only thing that would make it better would be getting to see the utter defeat on her face. The humiliation. The shame. To see her realize she truly is the diaper girl I molded her into.

But I’ll settle for watching her squirm on the changing table. She’s always so cute when I unwrap the present she left for me in her diaper, as the smell dominates the room, proof of who she is.

Daddy's diaper girl.

[cookie-goodboy]

Some Mommies and Daddies still let their regressed little ones cum...

They just make sure it's as humiliating as possible.

You can't let them think this is an adult privelege, or that it makes them in any way mature.

All the parenting blogs have suggestions:

🚫 ban them from using adult words to describe it (call it special snuggles, or silly spurts) .

🎶 Make them sing nursery rhymes, or childish songs while they are doing it.

🪫set restrictions on using hands or vibrating toys. Make them learn how to hump.

🫣 have them do it with an audience. Either Mommy/Daddy's friends or their former peers.

🧸 Pick out a special plush for them to make 'special feelings' with.

⭐ Track their 'GooGoos' on their diaper training chart, compare notes with other parents.

👀 make them do it in the living room or in a public place. Ensure that they don't have any privacy.

⏲️ Set time limits, take away sticky time if they go too long.

😵 Make sure their diaper is heavily used before granting them permission. To associate pleasure with full diapers

Any permission you give as a parent to a regressed 'child' should be designed to reinforce their infantalization.

Any 'sexual experience ' they are allowed to have should be as far away from what real adults do as possible.

After all , all the parenting blogs say so....

[mellowsadistic]

The Succubus - Valentine's Day

A sequel to The Succubus.

***

“Good morning, little cucky,” the monster cooed, peering over the bars of the crib. “Happy Valentine’s Day! Could you hear the grown-ups having their fun earlier, sweetie? I hope we didn’t wake you…”

Debbie glowered at her, all too aware of how ridiculous she must look trying to be intimidating with a pacifier bobbing in her mouth, lying at the bottom of an oversized crib beneath a set of Disney princess bedsheets. Her eyes were red, and there were tears drying on her cheeks as well. She had indeed woken up to the loud sounds of lovemaking coming from her former bedroom.

The Succubus laughed. “Oh dear! Someone’s a very grumpy girl today! Looks like we did wake you after all, huh? I guess you’ll just have to have an extra-long nap this afternoon to make up for it. But right now it’s time to get you up and dressed, little one!” She flung back the princess covers to reveal Debbie’s body, nude but for the thick disposable diaper around her waist.

Debbie slipped out of her crib, her nappy sagging heavily between her legs as she got to her feet. Her bottom lip trembled behind her soother. She’d woken up wet again.

The Succubus reached out, grinning like a Cheshire cat, and put her hand on Debbie’s crotch. Debbie could feel the cold, soggy padding pressing against her pussy. “That’s my little bedwetter,” said the Succubus softly. She slipped a finger past the leak guards, her eyes not leaving Debbie’s face. “Soaked again... Mummy’s poor widdle baby just can’t contwol herself, can she?”  Then she spun her around and pulled out the back of her diaper. “But you’re still not pooping at night.” She turned her back around, smiling horribly. “Don’t worry though. Sooner or later you’ll start waking up stinky.”

Debbie imagined waking up every morning to a yucky mess in the seat of her pants and no memory of how it had got there, and felt sick at the thought. The Succubus wanted her to be fully incontinent. Her horrifying voice power had served to strip Debbie of most of her daytime control, but her commands didn’t work as well when Debbie was sleeping. It had taken weeks of ‘special medicine’ in her baby bottles, but now she was starting to reliably wake up in pissy Pampers. Yet the creature who had stolen her adulthood clearly wouldn’t be satisfied until she was doing the most babyish thing possible in her pants while she slept.

Once her hair was tied up in pigtails, frilly socks had been pulled over her feet, and she was dressed in a pale pink frock that failed to reach past the drooping, discoloured seat of her nappy (her overnight diaper was never changed before she made her morning poo-poo), Debbie was ready to head downstairs for breakfast. Mealtimes had been bad enough from the start, when the demon liked to cram her body inside a tight highchair, tie a bib around her neck, and feed her jar after jar of bland, mushy baby food – but things had become even worse ever since she’d realised there was another, better way to feed her ‘baby girl’.

They headed into the living room rather than the kitchen once they’d gone down the stairs, to find John lounging in an armchair having just finished his breakfast. His empty tray was sitting on a table beside him.

“Go and kiss Daddy good morning,” said the Succubus, patting Debbie’s diapered bottom to send her on her way.

Debbie hurried over to her husband. She wasn’t really allowed to kiss him, she knew. Instead she pressed the shield of her binky briefly against his cheek and let him pat her on the head. “Good morning, pretty princess,” he cooed, and Debbie’s heart did a little flutter despite herself.

She turned around and felt her stomach roll, as it always did, at the sight of the Succubus sitting on the sofa with her large, heavy tits out of her top. A droplet of milk was glistening on the end of one of her nipples. “Come to Mummy, baby,” she said seductively, her dark eyes burning like coals. “Time for your feeding.”

Debbie toddled to the sofa, diaper crinkling noisily, and lay herself across the monster woman’s lap. It had taken a while for her milk to come in, but now she produced enough that Debbie had three meals a day from her boobs, supplemented in the evenings by oatmeal and store-bought baby food. With a wet pop, the Succubus removed the dummy from her mouth and guided her lips slowly towards her waiting breast, clearly savouring the look of revulsion on her victim’s face.

Debbie felt the warm nipple enter her mouth, and her lips closed around it and began to suckle instinctively, enthusiastically, against her will. Hot, creamy breastmilk ran down her throat at once. It had a rum-like sweetness to it that wasn’t entirely unpleasant, but no matter how hard she tried, Debbie couldn’t ignore the fact that she was guzzling milk from another woman’s tits. It didn’t help that the Succubus cooed to her in a sickening sweet voice while she fed.

“Good girl, Debbie! Drink up all your milkies, that’s a good baby. Isn’t it yummy-wummy? Straight from Mummy’s boobies to baby’s belly.”

The milk seemed endless, and Debbie’s stomach already felt full to bursting when she was moved onto the second breast. But she knew better than to try and fight. That would just make the creature use that cold, awful voice, and Debbie would simply end up doing as she was told anyway. She may even earn herself a spanking to boot. At last she finished her breakfast, and after being briefly burped with her head over the Succubus’s shoulder, the monster kissed her on the forehead, shoved her pacifier back between her lips, and got up. “Time for Mummy to have her breakfast too,” she said, her eyes sparkling. “I think pancakes sound tasty. You stay here and behave yourself, okay sweetie?” And she left Debbie sitting on the sofa feeling heavy and tired, with her tummy full to the brim with breastmilk.

But Debbie knew she had a rare opportunity. It wasn’t often that the Succubus left her alone with her husband. John was still in his armchair, reading the paper, and the moment the demon left the living room, Debbie got off the sofa and waddled over to him as fast as she could. She could feel the milk sloshing around in her stomach. John looked up from his paper at the sound of her rustling diaper just as she reached him. Pushing aside his newspaper, her gaze fixed on his handsome face, Debbie clambered into her husband’s lap and straddled one of his legs. She bounced impatiently on his knee, and John wrinkled his nose at the pee-pee smell, but he chuckled indulgently all the same. “Do you want a horsey-ride, little missy?”

“Yes please,” Debbie whispered breathily, her soother falling from her mouth and dangling on the end of its chord. It had been over two weeks since she’d last had the opportunity for a ‘horsey-ride’ on his lap, but she felt that if the two of them could just have something resembling an intimate moment today, on Valentine’s Day, it would somehow undo the Succubus’s brainwashing and make John see her as a woman again.

John raised his eyebrow at her.

“Yes please, Daddy,” she corrected, hating the monster that had done this to her loving husband.

John nodded, satisfied, and started to bounce his knee. “Horsey, horsey, don’t you stop,” he sang, “just let your feet go clippety-clop!”

Debbie suppressed a moan of pleasure as her padded pussy was pressed hard against his knee with each bounce. If she closed her eyes and ignored the singing, if she pressed her body against his chest and pretended her pants weren’t full of pee-pee, she could almost pretend that they were making love.

“Your tail goes swish and your wheels go round!”

Her clit was pulsing delightfully. She could feel herself getting closer and closer to orgasm. She was so desperate these days. She was almost there… She was right on the edge…

“Giddy up, we’re homeward bound!”

“I think that’s enough of that!” came the Succubus’s amused voice, and Debbie felt arms loop around her middle and lift her effortlessly off her husband’s knee.

“Noooo!” she shrieked, kicking her legs and humping the air desperately. Her pussy was spasming, tantalisingly close to relief. “No! No! No!”

Her feet hit the floor and there was a sharp smack on her bottom. “Aren’t you a lucky girl, getting to play on Daddy’s lap for a bit!” the demon crooned darkly. She swatted Debbie’s bottom again. “But settle down now, babykins. You can’t play horsey forever, and Daddy doesn’t want you rubbing your disgusting, piss-soaked diaper all over him.”

“Pleeeease…” Debbie begged, tears welling up in her eyes. She pressed her hand against the front of her nappy and started to rub. She couldn’t stop herself. She needed release.

“Bad girl, Debbie!” the Succubus scolded, pushing her hands away from her crotch. “Is that what Mummy’s taught you to do when you’re feeling naughty tingles in your no-no spot?”

Debbie whined. She clenched her fists at her sides and bounced on the spot. Her pussy was so achy. She hated asking, hated what it involved, but it was the only time the Succubus ever allowed her to orgasm. Most of the time the monster refused her. But occasionally, just frequently enough, she’d say yes.

“Mummy…” Debbie said through gritted teeth. “Please can I have sex?”

“Keep going, baby,” the Succubus said, her eyes glittering maliciously. “Ask properly.”

“I know… I know I’m too silly and little for real sex,” said Debbie, glaring at the floor, “but I want to play pretend. Please can I have sex with my teddy bear?”

The Succubus ran her fingers through one of Debbie’s pigtails, considering, letting the silence drag on. “Yes you may, baby,” she said finally. “Go get teddy.”

Debbie rushed over to the toybox that sat in the corner of the room and pulled out an enormous teddy bear, disentangling him from some of her dress-up clothes. But she’d only gone two steps back towards the Succubus when she stopped dead. For a moment, she couldn’t figure out what was wrong. Then a soft grunt escaped her lips. Her knees began to bend, and she found herself sinking into an uncontrollable squat. Tears spilled down her cheeks. “No…” she sobbed.

“Uh-oh!” sang the Succubus, and Debbie could hear the grin on her face. “Looks like it’s time for someone’s morning whoopsies!”

John laughed. “I’m just glad she waited until she was out of my lap!”

Debbie let out a loud, unladylike grunt, following by another sob, and then she got to work pushing last night’s din-dins into her pants. Her diaper drooped even lower beneath the hem of her frock as a heavy, smelly mess dropped into the back. Her face was scrunched up as though she was straining with all her might to make as big of a poo-poo as she possibly could in her Pampers, although the truth was that she was quite out of control of her own body. Her nappy sagged again as she dumped another load into it, accompanied by a fresh wave of wee-wee, so that her baby pants hung so heavily between her thighs they were halfway down to her knees. Then, with a final grunt, Debbie straightened up.

“Mummy…” she whimpered. “Please can I have a change before… before…”

The Succubus’s face was as full of delight as Debbie’s was with horror. She approached the quivering baby woman like a predator. “No, little one,” she said, her tone mocking. “If you want your special rub-rubs today then you have to have them now, in your dirty diaper.” She shoved Debbie’s dummy back between her lips, took her by the hand, and led her over to the centre of the room. “Put teddy down here,” she said, pointing at the floor. Arms trembling, Debbie did as she was told. She felt sick with shame, but even with the horrible, babyish mess in her pants, her pussy was still burning needily. “Good girl,” said the monster, flushed with arousal. “Now you can have sex with teddy, and I can have sex with your husband.” She looked over at John. “Ready for round two?” she asked, smirking.

John grinned back and started to undo his belt as his lover strutted over to him, stripping off her clothes as she went. Meanwhile Debbie lowered herself gently to the floor, on top of her teddy bear. She nearly gagged when the poop in her diaper squished against her bottom, but she was almost too horny to care. The first thrust against teddy sent a wave of pleasure coursing through her body, and she couldn’t stop herself moaning like a slut. She heard John and the Succubus laugh, but she kept going, grinding her aching, diaper-clad pussy against her bear, picking up speed. But then she made the mistake of looking up, and although she didn’t stop humping, Debbie started to wail at the sight of the demon riding her husband’s cock. She was straddling his lap, bouncing up and down on his manhood with her head thrown back in ecstasy. “Oh, oh, ohhh!” she moaned.

Debbie felt her orgasm getting closer and closer, but she couldn’t tear her eyes away from the nightmare happening before her. She sucked frantically on her binky and went cross-eyed as she thrust against her teddy bear, her head dizzy with need. She was right on the edge. And then she was over it, she was cumming in her stinky, sopping wet diaper – and as she did, the Succubus looked over her shoulder with an evil smile and whispered, “Happy Valentine’s Day, baby girl…”

[hockeynhandcuffss-deactivated20]

Tips for making for diaper checks more humiliating:

- Use all your senses. Your little is probably used to having a diaper checked by your hand but that's not the only sense you can use. Pull back their diaper and take a large sniff. Extra points if you make a disgusted face afterwards. Or maybe just pat their bum and say "hmmm that sounds like a full diaper to me! What do you think?" And watch as they melt right out of their onesie.

- Add some extra manhandling. We're all a fan of the making your little stop what they're doing and come over for a check. But I love taking the opportunity to push my little around with checks. Force their legs apart. Pick them up and check their butt. If you want to be extra evil spin them around and check their front "just in case". Their body won't be the only thing spinning.

- Trick them. Sometimes it's fun when they're expecting one thing and it turns out to be another. Tell them you have a treat and pretend to be feeding them the treat but slowly move it back till their crotch is perfectly in your other hand. Make sure to let them know what you're doing, they may be too dumb to even realize they got tricked

- Just tell them it's time for a change. Their dumb baby brain will short circuit because you didn't check them. They will either say "But daddy! I am not wet yet" which then you tease them for getting checked from across the room or they will ask you how you knew and you tell them that's it's obvious how wet and little they are and thank you for admitting it.

[cookie-goodboy]

This Valentine's day- make your DiaperBoy/DiaperGirl show their affection for the thing they love most, DIAPERS.

have them write a Valentine's Day card to their diapers.

Get them to decorate their smelly diaper pail with heart stickers.

Dress them in a T-Shirt that says "I Love my Diapers) pants optional.

make them give their used diaper a big smooch before it goes in the pail.

make them cum into their thick Huggies over and over.

Make sure everyone in their life knows how much they love their diapers, how much they need their diapers, and how much they want their diapers.

It's what they love most of all.

[mellowsadistic]

Once your wife/girlfriend is back in diapers, don’t be coy about them. Don’t call them “protection” or “incontinence briefs”. Always refer to them as nappies/diapers, or else by the brand name of a baby diaper like Huggies or Pampers (even if they’re not actually that type). Don't let her act like a grown woman with a medical problem. You want her to feel like an overgrown toddler who's too immature for potty training.

Similarly, don’t use mature-sounding euphemisms for what she does in her diapers. She hasn’t “gone number two” or “had a BM”. She's pooped her pants. She's made a stinky. Don't be discreet if you think she needs changing either. Nappies are a core part of her life now; people are going to find out sooner or later anyway, so check her Pampers frequently, even in public, and be sure to comment loudly on what you find. “Oh sweetheart, you wet yourself again? Honestly, you’re as bad as a two-year-old!”

Lastly, when it comes actually using her diapers, don't let her toddle off to find a quiet corner and some privacy. Make it clear she's expected to put on a show, at least when it’s just the two of you. She should be embarrassed, but not shy. Have her march up to you and announce what she’s about to do in her pants. Have her say it proudly, with a big smile on her blushing face, before she squats down, sticks out her bottom, and makes a humiliating spectacle of herself for you. I guarantee all that pesky pride of hers will be gone in no time.

[mellowsadistic]

“That’s it, baby, let it all out,” I cooed. “Have a big cry. Daddy's here, little girl." I stroked my wife's hair gently while she bawled her eyes out like a two-year-old, sat on the floor of our bedroom wearing nothing but her sopping wet diaper.

She gasped in big lungfuls of air, her bare chest heaving with every shaky breath. “You… did something… to me!” she said between hiccups, batting my hand away and glaring at me accusingly. It seemed that I'd finally been found out.

"What did I do to you, sweetheart?" I asked softly.

"You... turned me... into... a cry... baby!" she sobbed, almost hyperventilating now, her words barely intelligible. "You... want me... like this!"

“That's right, darling," I said, and I saw her tear-filled eyes widen in surprise at my ready confession. "I want to be your Daddy. I want to take care of you. But you've always been so strong and independent. I knew I had to do something to change that, so I used some special hypnosis files, hidden in that night-time background music you like to listen to, to erode your emotional control. It's the same technique I used to take away your potty training.”

She looked at me in horror, but I just chuckled and reached out to stroke her tear-stained cheek lovingly with the back of my fingers. “It’s so sweet that you can’t control when you go pee-pee or poo-poo anymore." I patted the front of her soggy diaper. “And you look so pretty in your princess nappy!”

“You did this to me?” my wife whispered, so shocked that her wracking sobs had come to a halt. Her hand drifted down to the huge disposable diaper bulging between her thighs. "You made me need these?"

"Yes, baby," I said. "I thought making you incontinent would be enough, but even then you were still trying to be self-sufficient; insisting on changing your own nappies, refusing to let me comfort you after an accident. So now you're going to be emotionally incontinent as well, sweetie. No more bottling things up. No more self-control. When you get even the slightest bit upset about something, you'll be in tears."

“But whyyy?!” she wailed, her sobbing returning in full force. "Why did you... do this... to me?!"

“It’s not good for girls to hold in their feelings,” I said, running my fingers through her hair again. She seemed too appalled by what I was saying to even notice. “It’s so much cuter, so much more feminine, when you lose control and have a little meltdown instead.”

“But I don’t… want to be… like this!” she cried.

“I know, darling,” I said soothingly, “but this is how I want you. Daddy knows best. Being a tearful toddler suits you much better than being an adult woman. In any case, there's no undoing the effects of the hypnosis now, little one. I made sure it was completely permanent."

“No!” she wailed, bouncing on her wet bottom and beating her fists impotently against the floor. “It's not fair! I wanna be a grown-up! I wanna use the toilet! I don't wanna be a stupid crybaby! I don't wanna! I don't wanna!" Her words trailed off into incoherent blubbering as she devolved into a massive temper tantrum.

I couldn't help but smile. She looked so adorable! "Hush now, princess," I cooed, shoving a large pink pacifier between my wife's lips. Her mewling was cut off abruptly, and she started sucking on it at once - another product of the hypnosis files. She was left sniffling and whimpering quietly, her dummy bobbing rhythmically in her mouth. "Now I know you're very upset because Daddy turned you into a big baby," I said, pushing her back gently onto the floor, "but I'm sure a nice dry diaper will have you feeling better in no time. Legs up, baby! It's time for you to let Daddy take care of everything."

[wetpantsdummi]

I'm sure to you the thought of dealing with soggy pull-ups every morning for the rest of your life is pretty scary, but I bet it would've been hysterical to watch you waking up to a wet goodnite. How did you react? Did you realize straight away, or did you have time to wonder why your room smelled like pee? Did you rip off your pull-ups the instant you got out of bed, or did you prod them and feel the heavy wetness and pull them down to your knees to check that what you'd done in them was real?

I didn’t realize until I sat up in bed

my heart practically stopped when I felt that awful squish against my body I’m sure my face was red

I just squeezed my eyes shut saying “please no” a few times, I think I was in shock

then I got up to walk to the bathroom to clean up and tried not to think too hard about it but I couldn’t help it

that little awkward walk, standing in the bathroom in wet goodnites… I felt so ridiculous and humiliated that I just froze for a bit to try not to cry

finally I took it off, threw it in my trashcan with the one I hadn’t had a chance to sneak to the garbage yet and hopped in the shower to wash off my shame

I almost didn’t post about it because admitting it would make it real