"I know the outfit looks childish, you can stop fussing about it honey. Just be glad I let you wear any clothes at all with those soaked diapers" đłđ
Bedtime can be a hard time, mostly littles don't want to stop playing or watching to go to bed, but can be easier if it also be a good time and be fun! When bedtime is approaching, I like to do a few steps to get the little ready to bed so it will be easier:
đŒ - BATH: a bath before bed is always nice, letting the baby fresh and clean.
đŒ - NICE CLOTHES: a cozy pajama, sleeper, jammies, comfy clothes, diapers/pull-ups for those who need (better be safe than sorry), they help to make the baby comfy and cozy.
đŒ - NO MORE SCREEN TIME: it helps the baby's brain to relax and helps with the sleep.
đŒ - BOTTLE: a warm bottle helps to gives baby a warm tummy and it's not nice to try to sleep with a empty tummy.
đŒ - FUN TIME: if the baby is still energic, it's better to play for a while till they get more tired, but would be better without TV or phone.
đŒ - TIME TOGETHER: a bedtime story, cuddles, stroke their hair, rubs their back, butt pats, it always help to make the baby sleepy.
Now just give them a goodnight forehead kiss, a pacifier and let them sleep peacefully đ
Daddy could be letting you sit in a soggy diaper right now, but he's taking the time out of his day to change your diaper, because he knows you're far too little to do it yourself. Now stop fussing, no more grumbling- in fact, let's get your pacifier in your mouth, because baby girls don't get to have opinions.
Staring at my reflection, that thick diaper sagging heavily between my legsâswollen and warm, the soaked padding clinging cold and clammy against my skin.
Iâm supposed to be an adult⊠not standing here reeking of stale pee.
The faint, sharp ammonia smell hits me as I shift, the squish loud and wet under my weight, face burning hot.
I hate how it feels⊠heavy, sticky, impossible to ignore. I should rip it off, be normal.
But the humiliating truth burns deeper:
I love the shame. The smell, the squish, the sag⊠proof Iâm just a padded little girl who needs her diapers.
I love forced agere where the little acts out only to be met with an ever patient, gentle and immovable force.
Like you've been kidnapped, and you have tried everything to escape but it soon becomes clear that this is impossible. So you just become angry instead, fighting your captor at every turn. You scream. You kick and hit. You try to break things. You throw your food.
And every single time, your captor just picks you up and places you in the same damn corner, neutral face, neutral voice, and says "five minutes."
Of course, you don't stay in one place. You run only to be picked up and placed back in the corner, the timer restarting, "five minutes." And again and again and again. Until you've exhausted yourself. Meanwhile, your captor has not shown an inkling of anger or impatience. They could do this all day.
You're a wreck, sitting slumped in the corner, face red and blotchy, hardly keeping your eyes open, and they haven't even done anything to you.
You almost want them to finally lose their patience, to shout at you, to hurt you, so that you can be proved correct. So that you can tell yourself they really are cruel and terrible and you were right to fight them all along. It does not make sense to you that someone would keep you hostage to take care of you. This gentleness is foreign to you. It has to be fake.
Finally, you've stayed in the corner for the full five minutes. They walk over to you, and kneel down.
"Do you know why I had to put you in the corner?" They ask.
You do not respond, but they don't mind.
"I had to put you in the corner because you kicked me. We must use gentle hands in this house. Do you understand?"
You nod faintly.
"I would like you to say sorry now."
"S'rry." You mumble, but it's enough.
"Good girl! Thank you, sweetheart. Let's go and have our lunch now, hm?"
A caregiver who understands you're only little and you will need time to adjust, of course. You're only misbehaving because you are lost and confused. You've been lacking structure and guidance for so long. They can see the little one underneath all the bravado, the one begging to be loved.
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This form of punishment just makes more sense to me. Because eventually, you would learn that you can never win. That caregiver will never lose their patience or give up on you, no matter how badly you behave. Acting out is just pointless.
You couldnât help but smile as you watched her browse the endless amount of stuffies. She was so lost in little space, not even noticing or caring about the diaper peeking out under her dress.
âDaddy look at this one! Is a penguin!!â she squeals in utter delight.
âIt is, princess! I bet it waddles just like you too!â you tease her.
âNooo! But daddyyyy I dun waddle! I walk like a princess!â
âIs that so, princess? What about when you make your oopsie daisies in your diapees?â
You watch as she squirms, red-faced and blushy. âNo, Iâm a big girl daddy! I donât make ickies! You bein a meanie!â
You laugh as she wanders off to keep looking for a stuffie. Itâs a big choice for her, you only let her get one stuffie today, much to her dismay.
She pauses for a few seconds, body growing tight, legs squeezing together. You know whatâs about to happen. But a few seconds later, sheâs back to grabbing stuffies, testing them for cuddliness.
You smile, trying to keep out of sight, not wanting to break the spell. Sheâs never cuter than when she makes her pushies in little spaceâespecially when it happens in public.
Her diaper isnât her concern. She knows thatâs for Daddy to worry about. All she cares about is finding the perfect stuffie.
She freezes again, this time her legs bucking slightly. Unfazed, she keeps looking for stuffies, not caring sheâs frozen in place.
Youâre almost as lost in the moment as she is. Consumed by the overwhelming display of cuteness unfolding before you. Caring for her has been better than you ever imagined after she blubbered her way through confessing her dd/lg kink.
You watch as her squat gets deeper and deeper. Sheâs still happily playing with her stuffie, completely oblivious of her diaper now peeking below her dress.
She grunts softly. You fight to stay quiet. Youâd never forgive yourself for ruining this moment. Soft crinkles of her diaper reach your ears, barely more than a whisper. You see her diaper expand as she grunts again.
Her diaper continues to expand as she happily grabs another stuffie. Cheeks red with effortâbut not embarrassment. You doubted she even knew she was filling her diaper.
She finished and immediately continued to browse, not showing any signs she just messed her diaper.
You knew youâd have to step in soon. She may not care about her smelly diaperâbut you do. Itâs a daddyâs duty after all. You head over to her.
âHi Daddy!â she purrs contentedly.
âDo you have something to tell me, Princess?â
âA stuffie?â
âNo, not a stuffy, silly.â
She looks at you confused, albeit slightly guilty. âThen what, Daddy?â
âYou tell me, pumpkin!â
âI, uhâŠâ she mumbles, taking a few steps back.
âCome here, Princess. I think youâre hiding something!â
âNuh uh, Daddy! I promise!â
âIf you have nothing to hide, then come over here!â
âDadddddyyyyy! âm not hiding nothin!â
âSweetie, Iâm going to count to three. If youâre not here by three youâre gonna be in big trouble! Especially if youâre hiding something from Daddy!â
âBut, IâŠDaddy no!â
âOneâŠâ
âDaddy Iâm not!â
âTwoâŠâ
âStop, Daddy! No!â
You raise your eyebrows, daring her to defy you.
âHmphfff,â she whines as she waddles over to you.
âTurn around Princess, I think youâre hiding a poopy in your diaper!â
âDADDDYYY!! I didnât! No no no! I didnât make any uh ohs!!! I didnât I didnât I didnât!â
âPrincess, now,â you say in your best Daddy voice.
Her face is now bright red in embarrassment. Itâs too cute to fathom.
You turn her around, pulling her dress up to see her diaper.
âBut Daddy! What if people see!â
âNobody is here, Princess. And I see a lot of messies in your diaper!â you say as you pull back the top of the diaper, looking at her present to you.
âI-I-IâŠ.sorry Daddy I didnât mean âew do it!â she splutters, barely comprehensible.
âItâs okay, Princess! I know you canât help it! Youâre my poopy pamper princess, remember? Thatâs why I put you in diapers!â
âDaddy! 'm not a poopy pamper princess! âm not âm not âm not!â
âOkay, okay, Princess. But it doesnât mean you donât have an icky, messy diaper for me to change! We have to go in the back and change that diaper!â
âWha-? Daddy, here? I donâ wanna to be changed here! I wan go home!!!â she sobs.
âSorry, Princess. Poopy pamper princesses donât get to choose where Daddy changes their diaper!â
âDaddy no! I don' want changies!â she whines, stomping her feet.
âSweetie, if you keep throwing a tantrum everyone here will know about your poopy diaper! Is that what you want?â
âNo, Daddy I donât care! No changies!â
Sheâs startled into silence as a store worker, a girl clearly younger than her, walks over. Sheâs smiling sweetly.
The employee kneels in front of her. âHoney, thereâs nothing to be ashamed of! Itâs just a messy diapee! Itâs happens to every little one! Thatâs why your Daddy put you in diapers!â
You look at her in awe, knowing full well how humiliated your Princess must be hearing that.
âSee Princess,â you say fighting to contain your laughter, âitâs okay! Now can we get you changed?â
She just stares at both of you, face redder than a tomato. She squirms in humiliation as she decides what to do.â
âWe have family room in the back,â the worker added, âand the changing table should even be big enough for littles like you, sweetie!â
âThatâs great, thank you!â you say to her, reveling in your little Princessâs humiliation, âwhat do you say to the pretty lady, Princess?â
She looks at you with daggers in her eyes, but is too mortified to keep throwing a fit. âIâŠthank you!â she whispers.
âNo problem, cutie!â the employee answers, âicky diapers are no fun, huh?â
You grab her hand as you lead her to the bathroom. You decide she should get two stuffies todayâsheâs earned it.
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