diapered stories

a collection of DL short stories and captions I like and reblog. upper 20s male. this account is 18+

[ameliemommy]

Lights, Camera, Diaper

The email had been sitting in your inbox for three days. "Urgent Call: Pampers Men Commercial Casting." You’d laughed when Sarah first showed it to you, tossing your phone onto the couch like it was a joke. "Yeah, right. Like I’d ever do that." But she’d just smirked, her fingers already tapping away on her laptop, pulling up the details. "Babe, it’s five grand for a day’s work. And you’d be perfect for it."

You’d rolled your eyes. "Perfect for a diaper commercial? Really?"

Sarah had just grinned. "You’re hot, you’re confident, and you’ve got that whole ‘all-American jock’ thing going on. They want someone who looks like he’s never worn a diaper. Irony sells, baby."

You’d scoffed, but the number had stuck in your head. Five thousand dollars. That was rent for two months. A new set of weights for your home gym. A weekend in Vegas with the guys. And all you had to do was… this.

Now, standing under the blinding studio lights, the reality of it hits you like a sack of bricks. The diaper is thicker than you expected. Not just a thin pad, but a full, crinkling monstrosity that swallows your ass whole. The tape is snug, the leg holes tight around your thighs, and every time you shift, the plastic rustles like a damn announcement: "Look at me. I’m wearing a diaper."

The set is designed to look like a cozy living room, plush couch, a coffee table with a half-empty mug, a TV playing some generic sitcom in the background. But the real focus is the oversized baby blanket spread out on the floor, right in the center of the shot. Your spot. Your throne.

Sarah sits in a director’s chair, her legs crossed, a smirk playing on her lips. She’s loving this. You can tell. She’s the one who pushed for you to take the job, who drove you here this morning, who whispered "You’re gonna do great, baby" as they led you to wardrobe. And now she’s watching you like this is the most entertaining thing she’s ever seen.

The director, a no-nonsense woman in her fifties named Linda, claps her hands. "Alright, Jake. Let’s get you in position. We’re going for ‘relaxed.’ Like you’re at home, just lounging in your diaper. Natural. Comfortable."

You force a laugh. "Yeah, because that’s exactly how I spend my Sundays."

Linda doesn’t even crack a smile. "Just follow the script. You’ll do fine."

The script. Right. The script that involves you sitting on a blanket, bouncing your knees, and pretending like this is normal. Like any red-blooded American guy would choose to spend his afternoon in a diaper, sipping juice from a sippy cup.

The camera starts rolling. The voiceover begins, smooth and reassuring: "Tired of accidents getting in the way of your life? Pampers for Men: because even the strongest guys need a little extra protection."

You’re supposed to react—laugh, look embarrassed, then embrace it. So you do. You force a grin, shifting your weight from foot to foot, letting the diaper crinkle loudly under your shorts. The sound echoes in the studio, and you can feel the crew’s eyes on you. A few of them are trying not to laugh. One guy in the back is outright smirking.

"Cut!" Linda calls. "Jake, you look like you’re about to bolt for the door. We need happy. We need confident."

Sarah stands up, walking over to you. She presses a hand to your chest, her fingers tracing the hem of your shirt. "Babe, you’re tensing up. Relax. It’s just a diaper." She leans in, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Besides, it’s not like you’re the only one."

You raise an eyebrow. "What’s that supposed to mean?"

She smirks. "Haven’t you noticed? The world’s changing. Guys are starting to… accept things." She gestures vaguely around the studio. "Hell, I bet half the women here have a boyfriend or a husband who wears at least pull-ups now. It’s trendy."

You scoff. "Trendy? Since when?"

"Since now," she says, poking your chest. "Since companies realized there’s a market for it. Since women realized they like taking care of their men. Since guys like you realized it’s easier to just… let go."

You open your mouth to argue, but Linda cuts in. "Jake, we’re rolling again. This time, commit."

The second take is worse.

This time, they want you to sit. Not just stand there, shifting uncomfortably, but plop your ass down on that ridiculous blanket, legs splayed, the diaper on full display. You hesitate, but the script says to do it, so you lower yourself down, the padding squishing beneath you. The crinkle is deafening. The crew laughs. Your face burns.

The voiceover continues, "Pampers for Men: because real strength is knowing when to let go."

And then… it happens.

A warmth spreads through the padding, slow and inevitable. You freeze. No. No, no, no. But it’s too late. The wetness indicators darken, the heat seeping into the gel core, the diaper swelling even more between your legs. The crew erupts into applause. Linda grins. "Perfect! That’s the shot!"

Sarah claps, her laughter ringing out. "Oh my god, Jake, you actually peed!" Her voice is a mix of delight and teasing, and you can feel your face turning red.

The camera stops rolling, but the damage is done. The diaper is heavy, sagging with the proof of your humiliation. And the worst part? No one seems shocked. No one’s horrified. If anything, they’re impressed.

Linda steps forward, adjusting your shirt. "That was exactly what we needed. Authentic. Relatable." She pats your shoulder. "You’re a natural, Jake."

Sarah crouches in front of you, her eyes sparkling. She presses a hand to your soaked diaper, her fingers tracing the swollen padding. "See? Not so bad, is it?" Her voice is soft, almost proud. "You look so cute like this. I bet you could get used to it."

You open your mouth to protest, but the words die in your throat. Because as you sit there, dripping, the weight of the diaper between your legs doesn’t feel wrong. It feels… right. The warmth, the security, the way Sarah’s looking at you like you’re hers… it’s intoxicating.

Lunch break. You’re still in the diaper, For continuity," Linda had said, sitting on a folding chair in the corner of the studio, a sandwich in one hand, a juice box in the other. The crew is scattered around, some eating, some scrolling on their phones. A few of them keep glancing your way, smirking.

Sarah plops down next to you, stealing a fry from your plate. "So. What do you think?"

You take a bite of your sandwich, chewing slowly. "I think I just made a fool of myself in front of a room full of strangers."

She laughs. "You loved it."

"I did not."

"Liar." She nudges your shoulder. "You felt it. The way it… fits." She gestures to your lap. "Admit it. It’s nice. Not having to worry about anything."

You want to argue, but the truth is, she’s not wrong. There’s something… freeing about it. No pressure. No expectations. Just the thick padding, the snug fit, the way it holds you.

A guy from the lighting team walks by, nodding at you. "Nice work, man. My brother wears ‘em. Says it’s the best decision he ever made."

You blink. "Your… brother?"

He shrugs. "Yeah. Started with pull-ups, then moved to full diapers. His girlfriend loves it. Says he’s way more relaxed now." He grins. "Plus, no more laundry stains, you know?"

You stare at him, your sandwich forgotten in your hand. "That’s… a thing?"

"Oh yeah," he says, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. "You’d be surprised how many guys are switching over. One at a time, you know? Like a… I dunno, a movement."

Sarah smirks. "Told you."

The afternoon drags on. More takes. More sitting. More crinkling. By the fifth hour, you’ve stopped caring about the crew’s laughter. You’ve stopped caring about the camera. You’ve even stopped caring about the fact that you’re soaking wet and have been for most of the day.

Because here’s the thing: It feels good.

Not just the diaper, the attention. The way Sarah keeps touching you, adjusting your shirt, whispering in your ear. The way Linda keeps praising you, telling you you’re nailing it. The way the crew has gone from smirking at you to… respecting you. Like you’re part of some exclusive club.

By the final take, you’re bouncing on the blanket, laughing as the voiceover plays for the hundredth time. "Pampers for Men: because even the strongest guys need a little extra protection." You’re not acting anymore. You’re living it.

And when Linda finally calls "That’s a wrap!" and the crew starts packing up, you don’t move. You just sit there, the wet diaper clinging to you, the blanket beneath you, the rightness of it all settling into your bones.

Sarah kneels in front of you, her hands on your knees. "So… what do you think? Ready to sign a permanent contract?"

You look down at yourself, the soaked padding, the way it clings to you, the way it shouldn’t feel so good.

This isn’t just a commercial.

This is you now.

[ameliemommy]

Weekend at Mommy’s

The steering wheel is slick under your palms, the late afternoon sun glinting off the windshield as you pull into the driveway. The house is exactly as it looked in the photos cozy, welcoming, with a swing set in the backyard and a pastel-colored door that seems to whisper, This is where you’re supposed to be. But your stomach is a knot of nerves. You’ve talked to her for months, shared your fears, your desires, the way your little side aches to be let out, to be seen. And now, here you are. David, 28, a man who pays bills and attends meetings and pretends he doesn’t spend his evenings curled up with a stuffed animal, is about to walk into a world where none of that matters.

You kill the engine and sit for a moment, gripping the wheel like it’s the only thing keeping you from bolting. What if it’s not what you thought? What if she laughs? What if you’re not little enough? The doubts swirl, but beneath them, there’s a flicker of something warmer, something that feels like coming home. You take a deep breath, grab your bag from the passenger seat, and step out.

The door opens before you can knock.

She stands there, leaning against the frame with a smirk that makes your knees weak. She’s even prettier in person, soft curves, a knowing glint in her eyes, and a voice that wraps around you like a blanket. “Took you long enough, baby boy,” she teases, arms crossed. “I was starting to think you’d chickened out.”

You swallow, suddenly hyper-aware of how tall you are, how big you feel in your jeans and t-shirt. “N-no, Mommy. Just… traffic.”

She laughs, low and warm, and steps forward to take your bag. “Uh-huh. Traffic made your hands shake?” She nods at your white-knuckled grip on the strap. “Or is it just the thought of what’s waiting for you inside?”

Your face burns. You want to argue, to play it cool, but the way she’s looking at you, like she already knows every secret you’ve ever had, makes the words die in your throat.

She doesn’t wait for an answer. Instead, she reaches out and takes your hand, her fingers small and warm against yours. “Come on, David. Let’s get you settled.”

The contact sends a jolt through you. It’s so simple, so natural, like she’s done this a hundred times before. And maybe she has. But not with you. Not like this.

The house smells like vanilla and something faintly powdery, like baby lotion. The walls are decorated with framed photos of other littles, some you recognize from her stories, others you don’t. A stuffed elephant sits on a tiny chair in the hallway, watching you with button eyes as Mommy leads you past the living room, down a short corridor, and stops in front of a closed door.

“Here we are,” she says, pushing it open with a flourish.

Your breath catches.

The nursery is more than the photos. The crib in the corner is white, with a mobile of spinning stars above it. A changing table stands against one wall, stocked with wipes and creams and a stack of diapers so thick it makes your pulse race. There’s a playpen, a rocking horse, a shelf overflowing with stuffed animals and board books. And the colors, soft blues and yellows, the kind of pastels that make you feel small just looking at them.

You step inside, your sneakers squeaking on the hardwood, and suddenly the room feels both enormous and suffocating. This is real. This is happening.

Mommy watches you, amused. “Like it?”

You nod, but your voice betrays you. “It’s… a lot.”

She chuckles, stepping closer. “Good. It’s supposed to be a lot.” Her hand lifts, and before you can react, she’s booping your nose. “You’re a big boy out there, David. But in here?” She gestures around. “You’re a little boy. And Mommy takes good care of little boys.”

The words settle over you like a weight, but not an unwelcome one. It’s the kind of pressure that makes your chest tighten, your thoughts fuzzy. You want to argue, to remind her that you’re a grown man, but the way she’s looking at you, like she’s already stripped away every layer of adulthood, makes it hard to remember why that even matters.

“Now,” she says, clapping her hands together. “Let’s get you out of those icky big boy clothes, hmm?”

Your stomach flutters. You’ve talked about this, of course. Boundaries, expectations, the way she likes her littles to look. But talking about it and doing it are two very different things.

She doesn’t wait for you to move. Instead, she starts unbuttoning your shirt herself, her fingers deft as she peels it off your shoulders. You stand there, frozen, as the fabric pools at your feet. Then her hands are at your belt, popping the button on your jeans, tugging the zipper down.

“Lift your feet,” she instructs, and like a good boy, you obey, stepping out of your pants as she pulls them away. You’re left in just your boxers and a t-shirt, feeling absurdly exposed.

Mommy hums, tilting her head as she eyes you up and down. “Much better.” Then she reaches for the hem of your shirt. “Arms up.”

You raise them, and she pulls the fabric over your head, leaving you in nothing but your boxers. The air is cool against your skin, but the heat in her gaze more than makes up for it.

“Cute,” she murmurs, and you know she’s not talking about your face.

Your boxers come next, and for a second, you hesitate. This is the point of no return. But Mommy doesn’t give you time to overthink it. She hooks her fingers in the waistband and tugs, letting them fall to the floor. You step out of them, bare and vulnerable and hers.

She doesn’t laugh. Doesn’t tease. Just smiles, soft and proud, like she’s unwrapping a gift.

“Now,” she says, turning to a dresser and pulling out a thick, white diaper. The crinkle of the plastic is loud in the quiet room. “Let’s get you into something more appropriate.”

You watch, mesmerized, as she unfolds it, the padding so thick it looks like it could swallow you whole. She pats the changing table. “Up you go, baby boy.”

The surface is cool against your bare skin as you lie back, your heart hammering. Mommy moves efficiently, lifting your hips to slide the diaper beneath you, then pulling it up between your legs. The tape is tight as she secures it, the snugness a constant reminder of what you’ve agreed to.

“There,” she says, smoothing the front with a satisfied pat. “All nice and cozy.”

You wiggle your toes, feeling the bulk between your legs. It’s… a lot. More than you expected. But it’s also right. Like a piece of you that’s been missing has finally clicked into place.

She grins, patting your diaper. “And no pants.” She waggles a finger as you open your mouth to protest. “I want to see that cute nappy bum, remember? Besides,” she adds, tapping the front of your diaper, “it’s easier to check on you this way.”

The thought of her checking on you sends another wave of heat to your face.

Next comes the shirt, a soft, short-sleeved Sesame Street tee, the fabric soft and cozy. She pulls it over your head, adjusting the collar with a satisfied nod. “Perfect.”

You look down at yourself. The shirt is snug, the diaper hug your hips, a constant, crinkly presence. You feel… small. Not in stature, but in mind. The worries, the doubts, they’re still there, but they’re quieter now, muffled by the warmth of her attention.

Mommy seems to sense your thoughts. She cups your face in her hands, forcing you to meet her eyes. “Nervous, baby boy?”

You nod, because what else is there to do?

She smiles, thumb brushing your cheek. “Good. You should be. This is a big step.” Then her expression softens. “But you’re safe here, David. I promise. No one’s going to judge you. No one’s going to laugh. You can just… be.”

She takes your hand again, leading you toward the crib. The bars are tall, the mattress plush, and for a second, your breath hitches. Locked in. The thought is both terrifying and thrilling.

“You can nap if you want,” she says, patting the sheet. “Or we can play. Or we can just sit and talk. Whatever you need.”

You glance at the crib, then back at her. “What if I… what if I don’t like it?”

Mommy chuckles, squeezing your hand. “Then we’ll figure it out. But I have a feeling,” she says, her voice dropping to a whisper, “that you’re going to love it.”

And as she helps you climb into the crib, as the mattress dips beneath your weight, as the familiar crinkle of your diaper fills the silence, you realize something:

She’s probably right.

[kneel-serve-and-obey]

A Note to Minors:

I see a lot on tumblr lately regarding the defense of underage participants in a certain community, as well as the underage participants expressing anger that they are not welcome on NSFW blogs. As a NSFW blogger, as well as someone who has come to know various sex laws due to their career, I thought I would clarify some things:

1. It doesn’t matter what the age of consent in your state is. Age of consent refers to the age that you are able to consent to sexual activity only.

2. Even if you are able to consent at age 16 or 17, by law you are still a minor. Pornography cannot be sold or viewed by minors.

3. If you are under 18 and you post explicit photos of yourself, you can be charged with creating and circulating child pornography, as the images contain a minor.

4. It is normal to have interests in sex and kink, regardless of age. There are safe spaces on the internet to seek these out and ask questions regarding your interests. Spaces where you can communicate with other teens, that are well moderated and do not allow adults to freely graze and prey.

5. As a minor, showing purposeful disregard for another blogger or a website’s request that no minors be present on the site (and for some explicit material, 21 is the age for legal viewership) puts the owner of that blog and/or website at risk. No one wants to see awesome sex bloggers get shut down or sex friendly spaces on the internet get hit for having underage members. Think about more than just yourselves.

If you’re under 18, unfollow me. Don’t argue, don’t flame me, just unfollow. I’ll be the first person to high five you when you turn 18 and we can reminisce about how much it sucked to wait. Until then, peace out.

[mastera6]

Anyone under the age of consent please read and unfollow me.

[submissiveslutslave]

IMPORTANT! READ AND HEED! THIS GOES FOR MY BLOG TOO!!!

[bottom-boy09-deactivated2018060]

If you not of age of consent, please unfollow me. Feel free to return when you reach that age. Thank you

[centflslave-deactivated20181215]

Worth re-blogging

[mancunts]

If you are under 18 years of age, please unfollow me

[dirtyangelspain]

100% agreed

[ivanotab]

Under 18 of age : undollow me!

[mississippibigdick-deactivated2]

Read this reblog my followers and understand this I will report your ass to the FBI if your under age following me when clearly I posted no one under 18 is allowed to follow me I will not tolerate under age perverted kids that’s just sickening

[diaperedmilf]

Unfollow me if you are under 18! I’ve had an influx of followers lately. Please do not follow or try to engage with me. My blog is NSFW anyway, but people lie about ages. Thank you! 💙

[kneel-serve-and-obey]

A Note to Minors:

I see a lot on tumblr lately regarding the defense of underage participants in a certain community, as well as the underage participants expressing anger that they are not welcome on NSFW blogs. As a NSFW blogger, as well as someone who has come to know various sex laws due to their career, I thought I would clarify some things:

1. It doesn’t matter what the age of consent in your state is. Age of consent refers to the age that you are able to consent to sexual activity only.

2. Even if you are able to consent at age 16 or 17, by law you are still a minor. Pornography cannot be sold or viewed by minors.

3. If you are under 18 and you post explicit photos of yourself, you can be charged with creating and circulating child pornography, as the images contain a minor.

4. It is normal to have interests in sex and kink, regardless of age. There are safe spaces on the internet to seek these out and ask questions regarding your interests. Spaces where you can communicate with other teens, that are well moderated and do not allow adults to freely graze and prey.

5. As a minor, showing purposeful disregard for another blogger or a website’s request that no minors be present on the site (and for some explicit material, 21 is the age for legal viewership) puts the owner of that blog and/or website at risk. No one wants to see awesome sex bloggers get shut down or sex friendly spaces on the internet get hit for having underage members. Think about more than just yourselves.

If you’re under 18, unfollow me. Don’t argue, don’t flame me, just unfollow. I’ll be the first person to high five you when you turn 18 and we can reminisce about how much it sucked to wait. Until then, peace out.

[mastera6]

Anyone under the age of consent please read and unfollow me.

[submissiveslutslave]

IMPORTANT! READ AND HEED! THIS GOES FOR MY BLOG TOO!!!

[bottom-boy09-deactivated2018060]

If you not of age of consent, please unfollow me. Feel free to return when you reach that age. Thank you

[centflslave-deactivated20181215]

Worth re-blogging

[mancunts]

If you are under 18 years of age, please unfollow me

[dirtyangelspain]

100% agreed

[ivanotab]

Under 18 of age : undollow me!

[mississippibigdick-deactivated2]

Read this reblog my followers and understand this I will report your ass to the FBI if your under age following me when clearly I posted no one under 18 is allowed to follow me I will not tolerate under age perverted kids that’s just sickening

[diaperedmilf]

Unfollow me if you are under 18! I’ve had an influx of followers lately. Please do not follow or try to engage with me. My blog is NSFW anyway, but people lie about ages. Thank you! 💙

[ourlinen]

[diaperdreamsai]

🧸 Your Caregiver's Potty Training Program 🧸

Since potty habits have become unreliable, we're going back to the beginning.

This isn't a punishment. It's a reset.

Right now, you're not responsible for potty decisions. I am.

There are three phases. It is my sole discretion when you move to the next phase.

Phase One: Diaper Time

For now, diapers are worn full-time.

You do not decide when to use the potty.

You do not decide when to be changed.

You do not ask for underwear or pull-ups.

Changes happen when I decide they happen.

Your only job is to stay hydrated, stay honest, and relax.

This phase continues until you've demonstrated consistency and readiness to begin practicing again.

🍼🍼🍼

Phase Two: Potty Practice

Once I decide you're ready, you'll earn the opportunity to practice being a big kid.

To stay in Potty Practice, you must:

💧 Drink all scheduled water.

💧 Never skip drinks to avoid accidents.

💧 Tell me if you think you need to go.

💧 Follow scheduled potty opportunities.

💧 Only use the potty during approved potty times.

💧 Potty opportunities occur every two hours.

💧 No "just in case" trips between scheduled times.

💧 No waiting until the last second.

The goal is learning what your body feels like and communicating appropriately.

⭐ ⭐ ⭐

Accident Rules

Accidents happen.

One accident means we talk about what happened and keep practicing.

Two accidents means additional supervision and fewer potty opportunities.

Three accidents means Potty Practice ends.

If three accidents occur, all potty privileges are suspended and we return to full-time diapers.

During that time:

🍼 No asking to use the potty.

🍼 No asking for changes.

🍼 No choosing when you're changed.

🍼 No negotiating.

We'll take a break from practicing and start again later when everyone is ready.

⭐ ⭐ ⭐

Pull-Up Status

Pull-ups are not the goal.

Pull-ups are earned.

To earn pull-ups you must complete:

✔ Five consecutive days of Potty Practice

✔ No accidents

✔ Good hydration

✔ Following the two-hour schedule

✔ Communicating appropriately when you need to go

Only then may pull-ups be considered.

If accidents begin again, we simply move back a step and keep practicing.

Because being a big kid isn't about perfection.

It's about consistency.

And consistency earns freedom.

Disclaimer: This post contains fictional content and AI-generated images. All characters depicted are consenting adults (18+). The themes are stylized and narrative-driven. Please only engage with this content if it aligns with your interests and you are over the age of 18.

[diaperdreamsai]

The movie had been worth it.

Three hours of explosions, terrible decisions, and enough popcorn to qualify as a meal.

By the time Ava and Riley got back to Ava's apartment, they were still talking over each other about their favorite scenes.

Riley dropped onto the living room rug with a controller in her hands while Ava disappeared down the hallway.

A few minutes later she returned carrying her cream tote bag.

And several folded diapers.

And wipes.

And blankets.

Riley slowly lowered the controller.

"...Why are you carrying enough supplies for a small expedition?"

Ava looked delighted.

"Sleepover supplies."

"What if," Ava said a few minutes later, spreading everything out on the floor, "you embraced the convenience."

Riley stared at the growing pile.

"You are impossible."

"Am I wrong?"

Riley hated that she had a point.

The movie had been easier.

No worrying about bathroom lines.

No missing scenes.

No stress.

Ava looked entirely too pleased with herself as Riley reluctantly admitted it.

"You've thought about this way too much."

"I prefer 'prepared.'"

The next thing Riley knew, she'd somehow agreed to Ava's ridiculous bedtime routine.

Now she was lying on a floor mattress while Ava zipped up a soft pink sleeper.

"This is not a normal sleepover."

"No," Ava agreed. "It's a premium sleepover."

Riley laughed despite herself.

She couldn't even remember exactly when she'd stopped arguing.

Somewhere between the movie theater and the blankets.

A few minutes later Ava disappeared again.

Riley stared at the ceiling.

The room was warm.

The mattress was comfortable.

The sleeper was embarrassingly cozy.

She still felt a little ridiculous.

Then Ava came back.

Riley immediately sat up.

Ava had changed too.

Rainbow-patterned sleeper.

Matching cozy socks.

The whole thing.

For a second Riley just stared.

Then she laughed.

"You changed."

Ava shrugged.

"Figured we should match."

The last bit of awkwardness disappeared almost instantly.

Now it felt less like she was being singled out and more like they were participating in some bizarre sleepover tradition together.

Eventually they migrated to Ava's bedroom.

Soft pink blankets.

Warm lamp light.

A stuffed bunny on the bedside table.

A candle flickering quietly nearby.

Riley had somehow acquired a teddy bear during the evening and now refused to admit how much she liked it.

Ava noticed immediately.

"I'm not saying anything."

"You are absolutely saying something."

"I'm thinking it."

Riley rolled her eyes.

A few minutes later Ava handed her a pacifier.

Riley stared at it.

Then at Ava.

Then at the matching one already in Ava's mouth.

The silence lasted several seconds.

Before both of them started laughing.

The apartment gradually became quiet.

The city lights outside faded into the background.

The movie felt very far away now.

At some point during the night, Riley woke up.

For a sleepy second she thought she needed to get up.

Then she remembered.

The realization drifted through her tired brain.

Right.

That's literally why she was wearing protection.

She settled back into the pillows.

A few moments later she was asleep again.

Later that night Ava woke briefly for the same reason.

Had the same thought.

And was asleep again almost immediately.

No stumbling through a dark apartment.

No fully waking up.

No interruption.

Just sleep. And pee.

Then lots of sleep.

The kind of sleep neither of them seemed to get enough of.

Disclaimer: This post contains fictional content and AI-generated images. All characters depicted are consenting adults (18+). The themes are stylized and narrative-driven. Please only engage with this content if it aligns with your interests and you are over the age of 18.

[aiplaypen]

[diaperdreamsai]

The theater lobby glowed warm against the rain outside.

Ava leaned against the movie poster stand with one hand in the pocket of her pastel pink shorts and a giant popcorn balanced in the other. Her fitted baby-pink tee rode up just enough for the soft patterned waistband above her shorts to peek out every few seconds.

She kept pretending not to notice it.

Her cream shoulder bag hung open slightly too, revealing wipes and a couple folded spare diapers tucked inside beside her wallet.

Prepared.

Very prepared.

“NO WAY.”

Ava turned just in time to see Riley walking toward her already laughing.

“You actually wore one to the movies?”

Ava shrugged dramatically.

“It’s a three hour movie. I’m not missing the ending because of a bathroom line.”

Riley snorted, stepping closer.

“That is insane.”

But she was smiling too hard for it to sound judgmental.

Then her eyes dropped again to the waistband peeking above Ava’s shorts.

“Oh my god.”

Before Ava could stop her, Riley reached over and gave her backside a quick playful pat.

The thick padding muffled the impact completely.

“That is SO padded.”

Ava nearly choked on popcorn.

“Shut UP.”

Moments later Riley was staring into the open cream bag with intrigue.

“You know…” she admitted slowly, “this might actually be genius.”

Ava looked smug immediately.

“Thank you.”

“No bathroom trips. No squeezing past strangers halfway through the movie…”

Riley was already halfway through pulling one of the folded diapers out of the bag before stopping herself.

Then, quieter:

“Can I borrow one?”

Ava burst out laughing.

“You made fun of me for this.”

“And now I’m evolving.”

The bathroom was quieter than the lobby outside.

Riley stood in front of the mirror wearing her oversized pink sweater and denim shorts while holding the folded diaper awkwardly in both hands.

It looked softer than she expected.

Cute, honestly.

The frilly leg gathers made it feel less clinical and more like overly padded underwear.

Still embarrassing though.

Very embarrassing.

She stared at herself in the mirror another second before laughing under her breath.

“I cannot believe I’m actually doing this.”

A few minutes later her shorts were back on.

The diaper felt thick immediately.

Soft too.

Every movement made her hyperaware of the padding under the denim, and she instinctively tugged her oversized sweater lower even though it already covered almost everything.

She glanced sideways at herself in the mirror.

The pastel waistband peeked slightly above her shorts.

Cute.

Mortifying.

Kind of comfortable.

“Oh no,” she whispered dramatically.

The theater lights dimmed while previews rolled across the screen.

Ava dropped into her seat beside Riley with popcorn balanced against her chest, still grinning suspiciously.

Riley kept tugging the hem of her oversized sweater lower over her shorts even though the theater was dark enough nobody could possibly notice anything.

Ava glanced sideways at her immediately.

The theater darkened as previews started rolling.

Ava and Riley melted into their seats with popcorn balanced between them, whispering commentary during trailers while trying not to laugh too loudly.

Halfway through the previews Ava leaned closer suspiciously.

“You really put it on?”

Riley rolled her eyes.

“You literally watched me go into the bathroom.”

“Yeah but I need proof.”

Riley covered her face briefly, already laughing.

Then she lifted the hem of her oversized sweater just enough to reveal the pastel waistband above her shorts before dropping it immediately again.

Ava grabbed Riley’s arm dramatically.

“No way.”

“Oh my god stop LOOKING.”

Both of them dissolved into quiet laughter while the movie finally started.

And for the next three hours?

No interruptions.

Who will wet their diaper first?

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[littledreambunny]

My Fair Baby

The morning sun streamed through the bedroom window, painting everything in soft golden light.

She stood in front of the full-length mirror, turning slowly from side to side. Her long brunette hair cascaded down her back in gentle waves, a pale blue bow clipped neatly in the centre. The yellow sundress hugged her delicate frame perfectly, it was feminine, flirty, and just short enough to make her feel a little daring.

It’s been so long since Daddy and I had a proper romantic date, she thought, smoothing the dress over her hips. Just the two of us doing regular couple stuff. Like grown-ups.

She studied her reflection with a hopeful, determined smile. Big Disney princess doe eyes, plump pink lips, and her adorable tiny button nose Daddy always loved to kiss. She'd made sure to apply her make up carefully, highlighting all her best features. Today she looked like a proper girlfriend.

No diapers today, she told herself firmly. The thin lace panties underneath felt light and freeing. I can do this. I’m going to be his big girl all day. No accidents. Just a real date like old times.

She was smart, capable, and mature… and today she was determined to prove it!

Daddy appeared in the doorway, filling the frame effortlessly. He was truly handsome in that easy, comforting way, broad shoulders, expressive face that could shift from gentle to playfully stern in a heartbeat. When he looked at her, his eyes softened with that special warmth she loved more than anything.

“You look beautiful, princess,” he said, voice deep and affectionate. He stepped inside and wrapped his arms around her from behind, resting his chin on top of her head. “My pretty date.”

She leaned back against his chest, smiling brightly up at him in the mirror.

“Thank you, Daddy! I picked this dress because I thought it would be perfect for walking around the fair. Did you know the local fair has over thirty different food stalls this year? I read about it online. There’s even a new cotton candy stand with vanilla flavours. We have to try it.”

He chuckled, that wonderful hearty laugh she adored, before pressing a soft kiss to her temple.

“I’m looking forward to it, sweetheart. You’ve been so excited about our big date.”

But then he reached for the large pink diaper bag sitting by the door.

Her stomach dropped.

Daddy… no.

The frustration bubbled up fast. Everywhere we go he brings that bag. And he only picks daytime activities now because he decided ages ago that I need an early bedtime. It’s silly. Just because I get tired by eight o’clock doesn’t mean I need to be in bed by eight.

When they were first dating, he used to kiss her passionately in the street after a romantic dinner and movie. Now the only “public displays of affection” Daddy gave her were forehead kisses, boops on the nose, and sly diaper checks when no one was looking.

She had gotten herself all dolled up this morning. Today was supposed to be different.

“Daddy, please,” she said, turning in his arms with a determined pout. Her big doe eyes pleaded with him. “We talked about this. Today is supposed to be different. I want to feel like your girlfriend, not your baby. I can handle it. I promise. I’m going to stay dry all day like a big girl. Please?”

He looked down at her with that protective, knowing expression. His hand gently brushed a strand of hair behind her ear.

“I know you want to try, my sweet girl. And Daddy is so proud of how determined you are. You’re smart, you’re bubbly, you’re full of all those wonderful facts and thoughts you love sharing with me. But I also know my little princess. I know how your body works when we’re out having fun for hours. I’m not going to risk you being uncomfortable or embarrassed. Let me take care of you properly today.”

She fussed softly, cheeks flushing pink as he guided her toward the bed.

“But Daddy… the dress. It’s so pretty. The diaper will show and I’ll look silly…”

“You could never look silly to me,” he murmured, laying her down gently. “You’ll look adorable as always."

The thick diaper crinkled loudly as he worked, the familiar baby powder scent mixing with her signature vanilla fragrance. When he finished and helped her stand, the sundress did little to hide the obvious padded bulk. Every movement made a soft, telltale rustle.

She wanted to believe her old mask could still fit convincingly. That she could still be the big girl she used to pretend to be. But deep down, a small voice whispered that things weren’t like old times anymore.

Because now she was his baby girl.

And Daddy’s job was to make sure his little one was safe and cared for.

The car ride started off hopefully.

She held Daddy’s hand across the center console, swinging it gently. The windows were down, letting in warm summer air that smelled like fresh-cut grass and distant barbecue smoke. Her sundress fluttered against her thighs. For a few minutes she let herself believe this was really going to be their day.

“Did you know fairs like this one have been around since the 1800s?” she said brightly. “They started as agricultural shows but turned into these big celebrations of community and fun. I think that’s so sweet.”

Daddy smiled, giving her hand a squeeze. “I love how you know so many interesting facts, princess. Tell me more.”

She beamed, feeling a little spark of confidence.

But every bump in the road made the thick diaper crinkle loudly beneath her dress. The pink diaper bag sat openly in the backseat like an unwelcome guest.

When they arrived at the fair, the full sensory explosion hit her. The air was thick with the sweet scent of fried dough, popcorn, and vanilla cotton candy. Children laughed and screamed on rides. Carnival music played from old speakers. Bright lights and colourful booths stretched out in every direction.

Her heart lifted. This could still be romantic, she thought, slipping her hand into his again. We can walk around, eat cotton candy, maybe kiss on the Ferris wheel like old times.

For the first twenty minutes, it almost felt perfect. They walked hand-in-hand past game booths. She chattered away about the history of ring toss games and how the stuffed animals were probably made in the same factories as her favourite plushies at home. Daddy listened thoughtfully with that fond expression.

But then he gently steered her toward the petting zoo area.

“Daddy,” she whispered, tugging his hand. “I thought we were doing couple things. There’s a Ferris wheel and a cute photo booth over there…”

“We’ll get there, sweetheart,” he said patiently. “But first I want my girl to enjoy herself. Look how cute the baby goats are.”

She tried to stay bubbly, but the sight of parents pushing strollers and toddlers in diapers made her cheeks burn. Her own padded bottom felt enormous under the sundress. Every step made the crinkle louder in her ears.

They stopped at a lemonade stand. Daddy ordered two drinks, one normal cup for him, one sippy cup for her. She accepted it with a small pout.

As the afternoon wore on, the pressure in her bladder built. She shifted from foot to foot, trying to look casual. I can hold it. Big girls can hold it.

But Daddy noticed. He wrapped a protective arm around her.

“Everything okay, princess? You’re doing that little dance.”

Her face went bright red. “I’m fine. I’m being a big girl today. I don’t need help.”

The urge hit hard and fast while they were at the petting zoo. A sudden, warm rush flooded into her diaper. She froze, mortified, feeling the heavy warmth settle against her skin.

Tears pricked her eyes.

“I… I had an accident,” she whispered, voice trembling. “I really tried, Daddy. I wanted to be your big girl so badly today.”

Daddy immediately scooped her up into his arms, carrying her protectively against his chest. “Aww, my poor little girl. You tried so hard to be big today, didn’t you? But babies have accidents. That’s why Daddy brings extra diapers.”

She buried her face in his shirt, tears soaking the fabric. “I thought if I tried really hard, I could be normal for one day. Like we used to be. You used to kiss me in the street and now… now you only kiss my forehead and check my diaper like I’m just a baby…”

Daddy held her tighter. His hand slid down to gently pat the back of her soaked padding.

“Because you are my baby, princess. My delicate little doll with the big pretty eyes and the pouty pink lips. You tried so hard to be a big sophisticated girlfriend today… and you ended up soaking your diaper like the sweetest, smallest girl instead. Doesn’t that feel better than pretending?”

She whimpered, face flaming. “Daddy… people might hear you…”

He chuckled softly and booped her tiny nose. “Let them hear. So what if they know my baby girl needs diapers to catch all her accidents?"

The words made her feel impossibly small.

He carried her all the way to the family restroom, fussing over her the entire time, stroking her hair, rubbing her back, whispering gentle praises. Inside the stall, he laid her on the changing table and cleaned her with slow, careful wipes, powdering her thoroughly until she smelled like pure baby.

“Look at you,” he murmured playfully while taping on the fresh, even thicker diaper. “All blushy and embarrassed in your pretty sundress. My delicate little doll needs so much padding, doesn’t she?”

She whimpered, covering her face. The humiliation felt endless.

When they stepped back out, Daddy carried her again, holding her close like the precious baby she was.

The fair was still alive with noise and color, but she felt like everyone was staring. The thick, fresh diaper forced her legs into that obvious baby waddle. Every step made a loud, unmistakable crinkle that seemed to echo across the entire grounds.

Her cheeks burned hot. She kept her head down, long brunette hair falling forward like a curtain, hoping no one could see how heavily padded she was.

Daddy pulled her closer with a protective arm around her shoulders, but his voice carried that gentle, playful tease she both dreaded and craved.

“Aww, look at my little princess waddling so cutely,” he murmured, leaning down so only she could hear. “That thick diaper makes you walk so adorably. Does it feel nice and bulky between those pretty legs, sweetheart?”

“Daddy… stop teasing me,” she mumbled, even as a tiny, embarrassed giggle slipped out.

He grinned and kissed the top of her head. “But you get so adorably blushy when I tease you. Look at those rosy cheeks. My perfect padded princess.”

For the rest of the afternoon, she stopped fighting.

She let him push her on the swings. She let him carry her when her legs got tired. She let him fix her paci clip to her dress when she got fussy. Every crinkle, every squish, every caring touch reminded her exactly who she was.

They found a quiet bench a little away from the main crowd. Daddy sat down and effortlessly pulled her into his lap, arranging her so she was straddling one of his thighs. The thick diaper squished noticeably under her weight, the crinkle loud in her own ears.

They stayed like that as the sky turned pink and orange. She let herself relax against his chest, sucking softly on the paci he’d clipped to her dress. The fair lights twinkled around them while carnival music played in the distance. Every now and then Daddy would gently pat her warm soggy bottom.

For the first time all day, the constant crinkle didn’t make her want to disappear.

It made her feel safe.

She wasn’t too big for her diapers after all.

She was exactly the right size for Daddy’s arms.

[diaperbabe]

No pants, just diapers when we’re at home…..that’s the way we like it ❤️💙

[littlebabiejade]

casually in the mood to go back to college and have all my underwear replaced with pull-ups 24/7 and forced to rely on daddy for daytime changes & checks in between classes

[onetobe303]

As a good girl should be

[silver-tongue-daddy]

Erica’s New Life - Volume Two

Chapter Two: Daddy’s Special Girl

“I’ll go get breakfast ready if you’ll get the girls changed!”

“Yes, my dear!”

“Thank you, my love!”

Jenna left Danny with a kiss before she tied the sash on her robe into a knot, heading for the kitchen. The girls both extended their arms towards the ceiling, pining for daddy to lift them up out of their crib.

“Now, hold on a minute! I need to check both of your diapers!”, said Danny. Maisie immediately unbuttoned her onesie, eagerly revealing her dry diaper to Danny with a proud smile on her face. Erica was a little shy to do the same. She could feel her diaper sagging and smushing against her princess parts and desperately didn’t want him to see it but there was no hiding it. He wasted no time checking her.

“Uh oh! Looks like Erica needs her diaper changed as usual!” Her dimples burned bright red, being lifted out from the crib by her daddy and hearing the teasing giggles from her sister. All Danny had to do was give Maisie a stern look and she was silenced. Erica lay flat on her back, looking up at Danny’s handsome and chiseled face, smiling but still burning with shame over her little accident. No matter how many times she had been through this routine, she just couldn’t get over the embarrassment of having her most intimate parts being wiped and sprinkled with baby powder, or having to wear an oversized diaper. Although, another part of her loved it and didn’t want it to stop.

Erica leaped off the changing table and onto her feet, giggling and running to the kitchen in her fresh diaper and onesie. Halfway down the hall, she looked behind her and saw Danny carrying Maisie on his hip with his hand cradling her padded bum and his lips planting a kiss on her cheek. A wave of jealousy overtook her, but she ignored and went onward towards the breakfast table.

The girls each sat in their own high chairs, bibs snapped securely around their necks, scarcely covering their bare titties. Danny and Jenna insisted that the girls eat in their high chairs wearing nothing but their diapers and their bibs so that they don’t get any food stains on their clothes, but one could say it was just for their viewing pleasure. Each of them was given scrambled eggs with a side of fruit or cottage cheese on plates with Disney princess designs and silverware made for toddlers while the two grownups ate with real silverware and drank coffee out of adult sized mugs. The tv played as background noise while Danny scrolled through his phone.

“So, did you guys hear that Hunter has a new baby boy?” Jenna broke the silence between the four of them.

“She does?”

“Who?” Both of the girls perked up at this news.

“Yeah, who?” Danny was a little curious as well.

“I’m surprised she hasn’t told you yet, Danny. Don’t you still text her?”

“She hasn’t texted me for the last week or so”

“Oh. Anyways, she just texted me and said she’d love to set up a play date with him and you two, maybe even baby Kathy as well! Apparently, they’ve become diaper buddies!”

“You mean we might have a new baby brother?” Erica squeaked with excitement.

“I don’t know about that, but he can certainly be your new little friend if you guys can get along, and if you’re daddy is okay with it”, said Jenna.

“Well, I don’t know. I’d have to meet him first”

“Well, that can certainly be arranged! She says she’s taking him out for a walk to that park at the end of Anderson’s Trail, so maybe we could meet her there after our hike today!”

“I wanna meet the baby boy!!”

“Me too! Me too! Me too!!” Erica and Maisie kicked their feet rapidly in their high chairs!”

“Settle down, girls! Eat your breakfast first, then we’ll start getting ready! I think Daddy was gonna watch his soccer game and take his shower before we leave so we’ve got time!”

“That’s right! The Man City game is coming on in like five minutes!” Danny confirmed.

“Ooo! Can I watch it with you, Daddy?” Maisie asked shyly.

“Of course you can, sweetie!” Erica sneered at her sister from the high chair next to her. If only she shared Danny’s interest in soccer, she could enjoy the experience of cuddling up on the couch with him and watching a game in the morning. Maisie gobbled down her breakfast as fast as she could and reached out her arms for Danny to lift her out of the high chair and carry her to the couch on his hip.

“Erica, will you help me with the dishes, hun?”

“Yes, mommy..” Erica obliged her with a half-hearted smile, watching her daddy longingly as Jenna helped her out of the high chair and led her to the kitchen. Poor Erica was forced to hand wash dirty dishes while looking over her shoulder and seeing Maisie cozying up to Danny, resting her head on his shoulder with his arm wrapped around her waist. She thought to herself, “why doesn’t he ever do that with me anymore?”.

Jenna could see the tears filling up her eyes and quickly stepped in to finish the dishes as Erica was taking her sweet time so she could pull her aside into the laundry room. Poor sad little Erica held her head low while Jenna placed her hands on her shoulders.

“Talk to me, sweetie! What’s troubling you?”

“Nothing, mommy”

“It’s obviously something! Come on, baby! Tell mommy what’s on your mind!” Erica sniffled and struggled so hard to hold back the tears but she just couldn’t help it. She buried her face into Jenna’s shoulder and let all her emotions burst out.

“He always does this with her, not me!” Erica bawled hysterically

“Does what with her?”

“Snuggled wif her on da couch! Feeds her in her high chair! Kisses her neck! He never does that with me anymore!”

“Oh sweetie! He still loves you more than anything in the world! He just doesn’t always pay attention to how other people are feeling.”

“He hardly ever pays attention to me anymore!”

“Well then maybe I just need to set him straight! I’ll talk to him for you, if you want!”

“Will you, mommy?

“Of course, sweetie! You know why?”

“Why mommy?”

“Because you’re just as much my baby as Maisie is! Same with your daddy! He loves you both and he hasn’t forgotten about you!”

“Thank you, mommy!”

“Anytime, sweetheart!”

Danny walked down the hall with Maisie on his hip, carrying her to the nursery when Jenna approached them.

“Where’s Erica?” he asked.

“She’s waiting for you in our bedroom because she thinks you’ve been neglecting her lately and she wants some one on one time with you!”

“I’ll talk to her. Why don’t you go with mommy, Maisie baby!”

“Yes daddy!”

Danny gave Maisie a kiss on her head and a gentle smack on her bum after setting her down on the floor. He entered the master bedroom to find Erica, sitting on a love seat by the window, overlooking green pastures and sulking in silence.

“What’s going on, baby?”

“Obviously it’s something”

“What do you care?”

“Hey! Don’t you give me that kind of talk, young lady!” He quickly swooped in, lifting her up by her armpits and placing her in his lap.

“Tell me what’s bothering you!” He demanded. She fought so hard to keep her emotions in, but she just couldn’t bite back the tears and the frustration.

“You always do stuff with Maisie and not with me!”

“What do you mean? What stuff?”

“Cuddling on the couch and watching soccer games, holding hands when we go on walks, letting her sit on your lap when we go out for ice cream! You even play with her princess parts more than me when you’re changing her!”

“That is not true! I only let her sit in my lap at the ice cream shop because she keeps begging me to let her. You know how needy she is” Erica just scoffs, she’s had enough of his shit at this point.

“Come on, baby! You know I love you!” She felt his hand stroking her hair and his piercing green eyes staring deep into hers. She began to bite her lip, longing and aching for more than just his touch.

“There has to be something I can do to prove that! Tell me, baby! What can I do? What do you want?” His fingertips traveled from her lips down her chest, her abdomen and finally to the front of her diaper. She began to shiver when she felt his lips on her neck.

“I....I want.....”

“What? What do you want, baby?”

“I want daddy’s cock!”

“Oh yeah? Go ahead, baby! It’s all yours!” She bent over and took his thick and heavy cock into her mouth, deep-throating the entire thing. Danny leaned back, stroking her hair with one hand and patting her diapered butt with the other.

Meanwhile, in the bathroom down the hall, Jenna was helping Maisie change into some more appropriate clothes for a hike in the woods. She just couldn’t help herself when she saw her little baby girls’ naked body in the mirror, she just had to play with her. Her lips met the nape of her neck and her fingers gently tweaked her nipples, making her moan softly.

“Who’s mommy’s good girl?”

“I am, mommy!”

“That’s right! You know how much I love you, right?”

“Yes mommy!”

“You know I’d do anything to make you feel happy and cared for, right?”

“Yes, yes, mommy!”

“Do you love me too?”

“Yes, yes, yes, mommy! I love you so so much!”

“Show me!”

As Maisie turned around and began kissing her mommy passionately, Erica was being fucked by Danny like she never had been before in every position and location in the room one could think of: on her back, on all fours,in the bed, on the love seat, on the floor, until the two of them wound up lying naked in bed, in fetal position facing eachother with their legs intertwined. Danny stroked her hair once more and stared deeply into her little brown eyes, each of them whispering ‘I love you’ to the other. Jenna and Maisie ended up in the bathtub together. After all, the four of them had to get ready for a day out together. Danny and Erica were just a little bit behind.

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The Diaper Marriage: From Man of the House to Diaper Dominated Spouse

(Full-Length ABDL Novel | New Original Release)

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Excerpt: A Crinkly Wedding Night

(Notice: The following features mature content in an ABDL role-play setting. All characters are over the age of 18. It is entirely fictional and shared for entertainment purposes only.)

My hands were bound together with leather cuffs. My eyes were covered with a blindfold. I was lying buck naked on top of my bed.

My cock was rock hard.

“You ready for your present, naughty boy?” my wife, April, whispered in my ear.

“Yes,” I whimpered. April climbed on top of me, straddling me with her knees.

Did I mention it was our wedding night? April and I had just returned home from the reception of our wedding as newlyweds when she told me to undress for a “special present.”

I had no idea what she had in store for me, but from the moment we both ripped our clothes off and April put me in the leather cuffs, I was sure whatever it was, it was going to be very kinky… and very fun.

I felt April’s finger on my chin, then I felt her trace my chest all the way down to my penis. She gave my cock a little squeeze. I winced in pleasure.

“Keep your eyes closed while I take this off,” she said in a seductive voice as she began removing my blindfold.

“Yes, mistress,” I replied.

“Open,” she commanded.

I opened my eyes to see my beautiful, buck naked wife sitting on top of me with a huge smile.

And in her hands, she was holding…

A package of Adult Diapers.

My eyes went wide.

“What are those?” I asked in shock.

April smiled. “Oh please. I think you know exactly what these are,” she teased.

I felt my cheeks starting to blush. “Huh?” I replied, trying to play dumb.

“The jig is up, Elliot,” April said. “When we started talking about each other’s kinks a few months ago, you said you had one kink you were scared to share with me. And then, strangely enough, you never brought it up with me again. Well guess what? I think I figured out your little secret,” she said with an evil smile.

“But… how? I mean… what are you talking about?” I stammered.

“You know that password-protected folder on your phone you thought was so well hidden? It wasn’t too hard for me to figure out the password with a little guesswork. I got a chance to look around in there after you fell asleep last week,” she explained. “Maybe it turns out I’m a little more clever than you realize,” she said with a wink.

Internally, I began to panic.

“I found a few folders of men and women getting tied up… a few folders of people getting spanked,” she continued, patting my naked bottom for emphasis. “No surprises there. Those I expected.

“But! What caught me off guard was the collection of pictures and videos you had that were labeled… I think the letters were… ‘ABDL’?

“It was by far the largest collection of photos and videos. Hundreds of photos and videos of… adults in diapers,” she said with an evil smile. She rustled the package of diapers over my face.

I was speechless and paralyzed.

April was dead on. The fetish I was secretly most obsessed with, yet was too terrified to reveal, was my diaper fetish.

Many months ago, when April and I fell in love, I decided that I would forever keep my diaper kink secret from her. I was sure she would find it a huge turn-off, and I was convinced that if I ever even told her about it, she would never see me the same way.

After all, my kink was, objectively speaking… strange… infantile… and well… embarrassing.

It was embarrassing that I had always fantasized about being treated like a baby instead of a man…

It was embarrassing how often I crave the sensation of being wrapped in a thick, soft, crinkly, adorable, disposable diaper…

It was embarrassing how quickly I came at just the thought of making my diapers thick and soggy with my pee…

Or even messy with my… Well, you know…

I’ve always viewed it as my personal curse that the core of my sexual desires have always revolved around a fetish that was so embarrassing.

And of course, the truth was, my profound embarrassment was probably the exact reason why ABDL fantasies have always turned me on so much…

But that being said, my embarrassment was still terrifyingly real. It was why I had kept it a dark secret my whole life. It was why I had resolved to never tell April. And it was why I was speechless as she held the pack of adult diapers over my head.

April continued to stare down at me, waiting for my response. “So, what’s it going to be, Elliot? Are you going to fess up to your naughty, perverted little diaper fetish?”

She raised her eyebrow. I still couldn’t utter a word.

“Or… do I have to put one of these diapers on you myself… and have your little weewee tell me instead?” April said with a devious look in her eyes.

My eyes widened. I felt simultaneously horrified… and more turned on than I’d ever felt in my life.

I tried to say something, but all that came out of my mouth was a pathetic squeak.

April reached down and gave my throbbing cock another gentle squeeze. I gasped with pleasure.

April gave me a knowing smile, then climbed off the bed. “Alright, naughty boy, let’s get you in a diaper so you don’t wet the bed tonight,” she said in a consoling tone.

I watched with wide eyes as she ripped open the package of adult diapers. I was practically in awe as she grabbed one of the bright white, crinkly, plastic undergarments and unfolded it in front of me.

Even though I had fantasized about wearing diapers most of my life, I had always been too scared to actually buy any. After all, the idea of getting caught with them had always been unthinkable to me.

Admittedly, the diapers April had bought appeared to be the cheap, department-store kind—not the super thick, ABDL diapers I saw pictures of online. But I was in no mood to be ungrateful.

Instead, my heart was pounding with excitement. I couldn’t believe it was finally happening. I was finally going to get to wear a diaper!

My gorgeous, incredible, newlywed wife was about to put a diaper on me right before my eyes. I felt like I was dreaming.

“Legs up,” she said in a motherly tone, making me melt.

I closed my eyes and obliged. I quietly cooed with pleasure as I felt her push the diaper underneath my bottom and guide my naked bottom back down. She then brought the bottom of the diaper up between my legs and taped it closed.

I felt her poke the tip of my penis and giggle.

I looked down to see that my cock was still so stiff that it was poking out of the top of my diaper’s waistband. I couldn’t help but laugh as well.

“Uh oh,” she said as she rubbed the front of my diaper. Hearing and feeling the crinkly diaper against my cock was practically divine.

“It looks like we found an answer to my question, haven’t we?” April said. “It looks like my naughty little boy does like his diapee’s. He likes them so much, his little weewee is too big to fit in them,” she teased.

My cock throbbed with another surge of pleasure. I was amazed at how well she seemed to know how to play the role of a “Mommy” that I had fantasized about for so long.

“Well, I’d better help him with that,” she said with a wink.

April climbed on top of me, pulled the waist of my diaper down enough to reveal the rest of my cock, and lowered her mouth to my penis.

I gasped as I felt her wet lips land on the head of my cock. I immediately began helplessly squealing with pleasure as she sucked my shaft all the way to the base—then back up again.

I felt like I was about to cum in her mouth right then and there.

April looked up at me and smacked her lips, clearly swallowing a bit of my pre-cum.

“My, my, I figured you must have a really intense diaper fetish given that you were too embarrassed to even mention it. And I think I’m learning that I was right, judging by the fact that this is the hardest I’ve ever seen your cock,” she said with a wink.

I blushed as she cupped and massaged my balls with her hand through my crinkly diaper. She then leaned in and began sucking my cock again.

She expertly sucked, slurped, and used her tongue to put me in a state of sexual rapture. I was uncontrollably moaning and writhing and gasping on my bed as my body trembled in ecstasy. It was certainly the best blowjob I’d ever received.

Finally, after just a few minutes, I screamed with earth-shattering pleasure as my cum exploded from the tip of my cock. April finished me off with her hand as my semen sprayed out like a hose all over my belly in one of the best orgasms I’d ever had in my life.

I collapsed in exhaustion as April skillfully pulled the waist of my diaper up and wiped my cum into its folds.

As I heaved for breath, April climbed on the bed next to me and put her arm around me. We lay next to each other in silence for a long minute.

“Elliot,” she whispered. “Did you enjoy that?”

I turned and looked at her. My eyes were glowing with total adoration. “Yes,” I said, still catching my breath. “You are absolutely incredible. Thank you.”

April wrapped her arms around me and we embraced each other. “You’re so welcome. I just wanted to make you happy,” she said.

“And… you don’t mind it? Like… you don’t think it’s weird? Or gross?” I asked in a timid voice.

April laughed. “What, your kink for diapers? It’s fine, I don’t mind. I think it’s kind of cute, actually,” she said. “It’s kind of fun to see you this turned on.”

My eyes widened. I felt my heart singing for joy.

“I love you so much,” I said to her.

“I love you too,” she replied.

“I’m so lucky I married you,” I said.

“I’m so lucky I married you,” she replied.

We continued lying in post-coitus bliss for another few minutes. Finally, I reached down to my diaper and began to slide it off.

“Ahem. What do you think you’re doing?” April said in a firm voice.

“I guess I should take this diaper off now, right?” I replied.

She sat up. “No, sir,” she said, pulling the diaper back up over my cock. “You got work to do, first,” she said.

I felt a jolt of excitement in my veins. “Like what?” I asked.

April spread her legs out seductively, revealing her absolutely gorgeous pussy. Anytime I got to see it, I felt like the luckiest boy alive.

“Like eating me out, little boy. Because Mommy’s not changing that diaper… until Mommy cums,” she said with a devious smile.

My cock immediately sprang to life again. “Yes, Mommy,” I replied.

I eagerly climbed to the bottom of the bed, leaned forward, and began lapping up April’s delicious pussy. She began moaning as I sucked and teased her clitoris with my well-practiced tongue.

As I licked April’s juicy pussy, I began humping the bed with my quickly growing cock through my diaper.

The sensation of feeling the crinkly diaper against my cock and balls while I tasted and pleasured April was almost as erotic as receiving her blowjob.

After about ten minutes of April moaning louder and louder from my tongue, I felt her hand on my head push me up, causing me to stop.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“You seem distracted… do you have to pee, little boy?” she said with a devious smile.

I blushed. “Kind of,” I replied. “Mommy, can I go to the bathroom?” I asked in a whimpering voice.

“No,” she replied. “That’s why you’re wearing your diaper, little boy.”

My heart fluttered. It was exactly what I dreamed about hearing.

Trembling with nervousness, I turned around, sat on the edge of the bed, and concentrated on wetting my diaper.

My bladder was full. But for whatever reason, I just couldn’t start the stream. My years of potty-training were just too ingrained for me to “let go” right then and there.

I closed my eyes and tried to relax. I tried to picture toilets and waterfalls—anything to get me in the mindset.

But nothing was working. I felt like several minutes were passing by as I sat there, failing to release my bladder.

Of course, the biggest reason I couldn’t relax is that I felt April watching from behind me. I couldn’t stop worrying about whether or not she secretly thought I was weird or gross. Especially now that things were quickly escalating from me just wearing a diaper… to me peeing in one as well.

But then I felt her hand on my shoulder, taking me by surprise. I then felt her lips whispering in my ear. “Come on, Elliot. You can do it. Do a peepee for Mommy. Do a peepee for Mommy in your diaper,” she whispered seductively as she rubbed my shoulder and back.

I took a deep breath and finally felt myself relax. Before I knew it was happening, I heard a distinctive hiss. My urine had begun to flow into the front of my thirsty diaper.

I gasped.

I was doing it! I was peeing in my diaper!

As my hot pee began flooding into my adult pamper, April reached down and placed her hand right on my diapered crotch. My eyes widened with astonishment and excitement.

“Ooooh, it’s so warm. Good boy. Filling up your diaper with peepee for Mommy. Mommy’s proud of you,” she said as she started fondling my crotch through my warm, wet, pee-soaked diaper.

After what felt like several minutes, my bladder was finally finished emptying. I let out a tremendous sigh of relief. My diaper was soaked.

“My my, you really had to go, didn’t you, little baby?” April said as she squeezed my now visibly yellow and soggy diaper.

I blushed and gave a shy nod of “yes.”

“I can tell. This diaper is soaked! Pee-ew!” she teased. “It smells like peepee!”

I suddenly felt self-conscious. I worried that I had somehow crossed a line. “Sorry!” I muttered and stood up.

April grabbed me by the butt of my soggy diaper, stopping me in my tracks.

“Where do you think you’re going?” she asked me.

“Uh… I was gonna go change in the bathroom,” I replied meekly.

“Nah uh. I don’t think so, mister. You’re gonna lay right back down on that bed and finish eating Mommy’s pussy out, soggy diaper or not,” she said in a lightly scolding tone.

My heart fluttered with a new wave of exhilaration.

We both lay back down and I resumed eating her pussy with thirsty abandon. And this time, my stiff cock was humping a warm, pee-soaked, yellow, soggy diaper as I licked and drank her delicious juices.

I was in heaven.

April’s screaming orgasms ten minutes later told me she was too.

As she finished moaning in ecstasy, we collapsed on my bed in each other’s arms again. April rolled over, and as she spooned me, she held the front of my warm, soggy diaper in her hand as we both faded into a blissful slumber.

As I drifted to sleep, I half expected to wake up and find that none of that evening had even happened. I wondered if it had all just been a dream.

After all, it seemed like it was all just too good to be true. My new, beautiful wife, April, had just made all my dreams come true, right before my eyes.

But fortunately, I woke up the next morning to April smiling at me in my soggy diaper, and it was confirmation that it was all, wonderfully, real.

And every day since then, I’ve known that my wedding night was indeed one of the best nights of my life.

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[diaperederica]

Spring Training Ch. 8

inspired by a tumblr rp i did with the now deactivated blog @misterscout! he was super nice and i really enjoyed chatting with him, i hope maybe he'll find this story somehow and we can chat again!

Steve and Erica are a happy, newly married couple just beginning to explore each other's kinks. Steve's ABDL fetish and dominant streak perfectly complimented Erica's curiosity surrounding humiliation and submission. The pair have regularly scheduled "Daddy Days," when Steve gradually acclimates his fiercely independent and adorable wife to the ins and outs of a kinky DDLG relationship.

This month's Daddy Day happens to fall during Steve's favorite time of the year: baseball's Spring Training. He and Erica booked a whole week in sunny, warm Arizona where they had tickets to attend as many games as they wanted! The confluence of his two favorite things: baseball and putting his wife in diapers, was too amazing an opportunity for him to ignore. It's time to swing for the fences and see just how far Erica is willing to de"base" herself for him!

Read from the beginning here!

Before Erica can grasp the restroom’s door handle to leave, Daddy pulls her back.

“Hold on honey, I think you’re missing something!” Erica’s genuinely confused. What other possible thing could Steve do to make this more humiliating? She catches herself in the full-sized mirror on the wall. Another shiver runs down her spine. There’s no way that’s her!

The woman, well, pretend-woman-definitely-a-slutty-baby looked back at her with big brown eyes. Her tiny top ruffled loosely with every movement of her arms. Her ribs and that slim little bit of underboob she had were constantly threatening to expose themselves. Her long braids hang down towards the top of her diaper, the waistband and wings easily visible over the bottoms of her shortalls.

What she really didn’t realize is how much her diaper had swollen only a few hours into their day. The stretchy denim of her shortalls now did next to nothing to hide the bulk of her diaper butt. Her thick bottom was completely obvious to anyone who looked down at her! With how skimpy her outfit was on top, there was no doubt everyone’s eyes would wander down to see not a mature woman's shapely and seductive ass, but a pathetic baby girl’s adorable padded backside!

“That’s right!” Daddy comes up behind her, giving her a big hug. The diaper girl in the mirror breaks into a big smile while he scoops her up and tickles her a little.

“Daddy’s got one more surprise…” Steve’s big hand is holding something, but she can’t quite make it out in the mirror. His hand slips down her shortalls and down the front of her diapers.

“Gosh, you’re such a potty pants, princess!” Daddy teases. Erica can’t do anything as his hand works its way between her legs. He’s much stronger than her and after her wet diapers pressed against her pussy all morning, she’d take any attention he gave her down there! Her hips thrust forward when his wrist slides by, exiting as quickly as it came. It was hard to tell what he did, due to her thick padding. It was easy as soon as he tapped his phone.

“Daddy! A vibrator?” Her knees buckle and her hands leap to her padded crotch. The little egg sits just right due to her tight shortalls forcing her soggy mush up against her princess parts! Steve’s shit eating grin spread once again. He loved tormenting her!

“Of course! I know baseball’s not really your thing, so what better way to keep you entertained?” He plays with the intensity setting. This little egg isn’t usually enough to get her off, but thanks to her heightened arousal, Erica’s not so sure how this is going to go!

“Come on sweetie. I saw you finished your drink. You remember our deal? One wawa for your baba every time you have a yummy big girl drink!” Daddy pinches her cheek before opening the door for her. The egg buzzes softly, unheard and unnoticed by anyone else in the loud and busy stadium.

Daddy leads his little girl back to the concessions stand. He orders himself another beer before stepping to the side.

“Well sweetie, tell the nice man what you’d like!” His eyes glint. This is revenge for her interrupting him the last time. Erica anxiously waddle-steps up to the counter. The order taker looks incredulously down at the diapered woman. 

“Could I please have a waTER?!” She gasps, the egg jumping to full power mid-sentence! It takes all of her might not to moan like the women in her pornos. The man raises an eyebrow but taps on his POS anyways. Steve steps back up to pay now that he’s embarrassed her again. Erica hides behind her daddy in shame.

“And one more margarita please. She’s feeling a little shy at the moment.” Daddy holds her with one arm while he pays. Erica’s face is so red! How could she possibly be letting Steve do this to her? The question answers itself, like it always did. Because it wasn’t Steve, it was her. She wanted this. She wanted to escape all her real world expectations and dive into a fantasy where all she had to worry about was making Daddy happy. And of course, get herself off in the process!

Within moments, Daddy’s got their drinks. Holding his baby girl’s hand, he guides her back to their section. Before all she had to worry about was a little waddle going down the long stairs. Now she’s soggy and the fiendish toy in her pampers makes walking even harder! Daddy doesn’t let go, gently tugging Erica along behind him. Every single pair of eyes must be laser focused on her padded bottom, what else could they possibly be looking at?

But after the old angry drunk was taken away, no one else pays any mind toward the kinky couple. They’re all there for baseball, not her. As long as they didn’t cause any trouble, why would anyone bother them? Erica babbles out apologies to every person she has to climb over in their row before hurriedly squishing herself back into her own seat. Despite her heart racing in her chest  and folds quivering deep within her diaper, everything is just as they left it. Daddy takes out a second baby bottle from her diaper bag.

“Now, be a good girl for Daddy and finish your wawa baba!” He passes her the clear bottle adorned with pink butterflies, “Then you can have your grown up juice back.” He refills the margarita baby bottle but holds on to it. Erica slumps into her seat. This was so humiliating! At least the last bottle had liquor in it! Daddy picks up his stat book again and Erica, dejected and embarrassed, resigns herself to drinking the “wawa baba” like it was no big deal.

Which in the end, really wasn’t. She was just hydrating on a hot day in the sun. No one around seemed to care that she was openly wearing diapers and dressed up like an undergraduate rushing some awful sorority! No one at least, until suddenly, Penny turns in her seat to look Erica in the eyes. Her green eyes practically glow as she stares into Erica’s soul.

“You came back! I was so worried that that awful man scared you away!” Penny’s lips are soft and thick, tastefully painted with a gorgeous shade of lipstick. The gentle buzz in her diaper makes it hard to focus. It takes a moment for Erica to realize Penny is waiting for her to respond.

“Oh um yes! We um, didn’t want to leave yet…” Erica’s voice trails off. Penny’s eyes won’t leave her own, like Penny was just reading her mind like a little diary of all the blushy things she and Daddy were up to. She wasn’t actually, was she?

Penny’s cleavage squeezes together as she rotates in her seat below, further hampering Erica’s ability to maintain an adult conversation. Erica’s face gets hot again. She’s always been so envious of women with bodies like Penny. It took her a long time to feel comfortable in her own body, but the old pangs of jealousy still chimed. They were accompanied now by Daddy’s dirty whispers about being a good girl and drinking her milkies…

“Oh that makes me so happy! I’d hate to see such a cute couple be scared away by jerks like him!” Penny finally glances away, smiling at Daddy.

“I didn’t catch your name!” Steve smiles politely. He’s usually pretty restrained around strangers, but Penny’s warmth is so genuine.

“I’m Steve! Thank you for helping Erica earlier. I might’ve gotten us thrown out too if he’d kept running his mouth!”

They all chuckle in agreement. Penny gets the whole group to introduce themselves. Her brunette friend in the bikini is Becca while the pink-haired person is Winter. Tyson, Ethan, and Wally are the three masculine folks on the far end. They all share an eager interest in Erica, but defer to Penny to take the initiative. The guys chat with Steve about the game while the women set their sights on the little girl next to him.

“So do you like baseball like your husband sweetie?” Penny’s voice dances between her ears. Erica practically forgot they were even at a game with the radiant redhead in front of her. She manages to shake her head, taking a sip from her baby bottle. Penny and her friends giggle at the sight of her, which just makes Erica blush and try to hide the bottle.

“Aw, don’t be shy honey! I think your bottle is so cute!” Penny’s big smile helps Erica relax a little.

“Really? It’s not too…” The words don’t form in her mouth. Penny beams.

“It’s perfect for you honey! Now, Bex, did you hear what her dad- I mean, Steve said? She can have another “grown up juice” if she finishes her water! Isn’t that just adorable?” Bex smiles, looking across at Winter too.

“That’s so precious! Go on Erica, you should finish so you can have your juice with us!” Winter giggles along, ordering a couple more drinks to their group through a stadium app on their phone. All three of them are clocking her and Steve’s dynamic so quickly, how do they know? Erica squirms, remembering just how obviously kinky she was dressed and acting. Did they like diapers too? She gets no time to process the implications, as Penny reaches back to get Daddy’s attention.

“Steve, would it be alright if Erica came down to sit with us?” Steve slightly raises an eyebrow, but recognizing the opportunity to embarrass his wife further, he quickly agrees! Before she knows it, Winter has scooped Erica up under her armpits and placed the smaller woman in Penny’s lap! Erica faces burns with shame; she’s never felt so little and helpless before!

“Now let’s get a good look at you!” Erica squirms in Penny’s lap.

“Goodness, look how cute she is!”

“Her little hat and braids are precious! Do you think her daddy did them for her?”

“Oh hush, I’m sure she’s a big enough girl to do her own hair, aren’t you honey?”

“I don’t know Penny, can you see how the buttons on her shortalls are straining? That diaper isn’t helping a ‘big girl’ of any kind!” They cackle happily while Erica’s brain fries and melts out into her padding! She sucks aggressively at her bottle so she doesn’t have to answer their belittling questions.

“Such a shy girl! Don’t worry baby, we don’t mean to pick on you, you’re just such a little cutie patootie!” Penny takes Erica’s head in one hand and pulls her into a tight hug, squeezing Erica’s head into her soft, heavenly cleavage! Daddy must’ve been paying attention, because her little egg springs to life too!

“Um! Uh oh p-p-please…” Erica’s flimsy protests are lost in Penny’s pillowy flesh. Her head is spinning, is this really happening? Daddy couldn’t have planned this! Should she stop?

“See, we’re nice!” Penny lets her get a gasp of air. Erica looks over her shoulder at Steve, whose mouth is just hanging open at the sight of his wife being babied by this complete stranger! Recognizing Erica’s position, he quickly flicks a questioning thumbs up to her. It’s one of their consent checks when Erica can’t speak. He’s letting her decide how far to take this!

“What is it honey? Don’t you like Penny?” Becca, or Bex, lifts Erica out of Penny’s lap like she’s just a doll!

“Gosh you are just plain scrumptious sweetheart!” Bex takes a turn smothering Erica in her own bikini-clad chest. The crowd roars around them as the game shifts. More offensive play stretches the innings, prolonging Erica’s kinky adventure.

Smushed in another stranger's soft breasts, Erica hazily considers her choice. She could safeword and save her dignity, retreat back to the safety of Daddy, and never worry about doing anything she didn’t want ever again. Bex’s breasts smear against her face. Why would she ever do that? Behind Bex’s back, Erica manages a thumbs up! She can’t see him through the milky mammaries, but Daddy gets a little fist bump from Wally, Winter’s partner. Daddy takes his phone and drives up the intensity on Erica’s egg while the women play with her!

Bex lifts the moaning Erica and sets her back on Claire’s lap, centered among the women. Claire takes the now empty water bottle and replaces it in Erica’s hands with her margarita. She places Erica so her diapered butt is straddling Claire’s thigh facing the women, away from the game.

“So sweetie, tell us how you ended up here today!” Erica blushes, but at least Daddy turns down her vibrator to talk. She stammers a little, wanting to impress Bex, Penny, and Winter badly.

“Well umm we took the bus…” The women laugh and Winter pinches her already crimson cheek.

“No silly girl!” Penny says, turning Erica’s hat around so the “BRAT” logo faces her and gets Erica’s eyes out of the sun.

“I mean, how did you get here, like this?” She pats Erica’s squirmy padded butt and Erica realizes they really want to know. They want to know how a grown up woman, well, formerly grown up woman, ended up dressed like a little baby at a baseball game!

Erica struggles over her words. She tells them all about “Daddy Days” and their kinks. She tells them how much baseball means to her daddy and how she just wants to make him happy. Penny smiles wide at that.

“Aw that’s so sweet of you honey, making sure your daddy is happy! But you know, you need to be happy too!” Erica nods, sipping her margarita out of her baby bottle. The game  behind her goes on without her paying any attention to it. All she can focus on is Penny, Bex, and Winter.

“Oh I love it too! I like being, um…” her voice catches in her throat. She hates saying out out loud!

“I like being uh, humiliated…!” She hides behind her hands while her new friends giggle. All three of them share a look. Erica finishes her second bottle. Alternating with water, she doesn’t feel too tipsy yet, though it was way easier to tell Penny her kinks because of the liquid courage now coursing through her body.

Penny, Bex, and Winter listen attentively. When Erica’s wrapped up her list she can tell Bex and Winter are doing their best to stifle their laughter. Penny, on the other hand, has a peculiar look on her face. Erica can’t quite understand it, but a strange, almost carnivorous look in her eyes makes her squirm again. Penny’s green, shining eyes and Mona Lisa smile make her realize that after all those baby bottles, it’s time to pee.

“What’s that look princess?” Penny smirks and leans into Erica’s ear while the crowd cheers around them.

“Does someone need to use her diaper?” How could she have known? Sucking on the nipple of her empty bottle, Erica barely manages a little nod.

“Sweetheart, you know you’re supposed to tell Daddy when you need to potty!” Steve’s voice booms from nearby. Erica covers her face with her hands again; she’s never had a group of “grown ups” picking on her before! Penny just smiles innocently.

“Go on honey, tell Miss Penny!” Erica squirms as the whole group encourages her. It isn’t until Penny starts bouncing her knee under Erica that the diapered girl feels the urgency!

“Miss Penny, I um, need to go um, p-potty!” Bex and Winter cheer and clap while the men laugh along with Daddy. Everyone but Penny, who just keeps smiling at Erica.

“Good girl! Good thing you have your diaper, you can go potty right here where we can watch you!” Erica’s jaw drops.

“Here? Now? But I thought Daddy-“

“Now now princess, be a good girl for Miss Penny! In fact, I wonder if these nice ladies would like to see how cute your diaper is?” They laugh and nod excitedly. Before Erica can react, Winter reaches over to unbutton the straining crotch buttons on her shortalls! In the blink of an eye, her already lightly yellowed diapers are completely uncovered! Erica squeals in humiliation and Daddy turns her egg up even more!

Penny and Bex coo over the white plastic. Erica shudders in horror as the two beautiful women touch and grope the thick damp padding between her legs!

“Awww someone’s already a potty pants, isn’t she?” Bex teases, “Come on sweetie, we want to see how strong your diapers are!” Erica groans, her egg vibrating right against her most sensitive spots thanks to the pressure from Penny’s thigh. There’s no escaping this! Shyly but obediently, Erica opens her legs. She looks around desperately, sure that someone has to be watching and judging her. But to her surprise, the people in the crowd are really here for the ballgame!

“You can do it princess!” Penny says, smiling ever so warmly at the desperate woman. Erica whimpers and tries so hard to relax. She has to pee so badly, but the pressure of the moment is getting to her! Erica closes her eyes and takes some deep breaths. She wants to do this, she needs to!

“Oh wow!”

“Look at it change color! Someone really had to go, didn’t she?”

“She really is just a little baby, isn’t she?” Penny purrs. She turns back to Steve.

“Daddy Steve, would you be okay with me taking your little girl with me to the restroom? I’d be happy to change her while I’m there!” Daddy looks to Erica, who’s practically just a little blushy puddle in Penny’s lap. Obviously he’s fantasized about a beautiful woman and his wife together, but like this? In public with a woman they’ve just met? This is a decision for Erica. Through hazy eyes and parted fingers, he can just make out the humiliated little nod from his wife. Steve has to adjust his shorts at the thought of Penny changing Erica.

“Of course! She’s due for a change after such a big wetsies anyways!” He passes Penny Erica’s diaper bag and Penny slings it over her shoulder. She stands up, somehow able to rest Erica on her hip like a real baby!

“Come on sweet girl, let’s go powder our noses!” As Penny carries her down the row, Erica can see her group. Daddy’s new friends on the far end are still into the game, but Steve is clearly distracted by the sight of his wife being carried away by the beautiful redhead. Bex and Winter whisper excitedly, pointing at Erica’s still exposed, soggy diaper.

“See you soon princess!” The women blow Erica kisses while Penny carries her up the stairs. Her egg finally takes a break, having left the bluetooth range of Daddy’s phone. Before long, she’s back in the same family bathroom as before, but this time with Penny’s hungry smile baring down on her.

“In all my days, I never thought I’d meet such wonderful people like you and your Daddy at a baseball game of all places!” Penny unfolds the changing table from the wall and places Erica on it. She chuckles.

“It’s almost like this changing station was made just for you little girl!” Erica squirms, unsure how to respond. Penny is so beautiful and kind and her body is what Erica has wished her own looked like for so long! Tall, powerful, and curvy, Penny has the body of a modern fertility goddess and her aura has all that same power as well. Penny fishes Erica’s pacifier back out of her bag and places it between Erica’s lips.

“It’s okay sweetie, you don’t need to talk. Just let Miss Penny take care of you!” Penny unfolds the new diaper and lifts Erica’s butt to put it underneath. Her smile takes on a devious energy.

“Now listen here, little missy. I know I told your daddy I’d change you, but I actually had something else in mind…” Penny uses her keys to gently tear holes in Erica’s yellowed, used diaper. Without removing the first, Penny quickly tapes up the new one around it! Erica squeals, but doesn’t protest while her padding is doubled!

“You know sweetie, I’ve always had this fantasy…” Penny leans in, her huge, heavy breasts hanging above Erica’s face. Erica feels like that emoji with the swirly eyes, completely dumbfounded by the delicious-looking boobies above her. Why can’t she get them out of her head?

“My husband, as wonderful as he is, isn’t into it, but I’ve always dreamt of breastfeeding another person!” Penny bites her lip, rolling her shoulders so her mammoth mammaries bounce above Erica.

“The thought of providing that safe space for someone to relax and regress without a worry in the world makes me so wet! What do you think about that sweetie? Would you ever want to nurse on some yummy boobies like mine?” Erica groans, sucking her paci hard. Of course she has! Never in her wildest dreams has she ever been so close though! Once again however, all she can manage is a shameful little nod, her eyes flitting from Penny’s breasts to her twinkling eyes. Penny giggles before suddenly pulling away!

“Of course, we don’t have time for that today! Why don’t we get you back out into the sunshine sweetie?” Erica pouts while Penny quickly uses the toilet. The smaller woman finds herself jealous. Just using a potty like a grown up would be so much simpler and far less humiliating!

“Awww, does the little princess wish she was a big girl and could use the potty like me? Well, how about we make a little deal?” Penny stands back up, pulling her tiny shorts and thong back up. Eric catches herself staring again. Penny packs up Erica’s bag before helping her sit up. She goes to work refastening the buttons between Erica’s legs. The shortalls stretch even tighter than before thanks to the extra bulk of her double diapers.The pressure on the straps makes them cling to her top, pulling it up further on her body and very nearly flashing Miss Penny!

“If you manage to be a big girl and not wet again today, Miss Penny will make sure you have the bestest big girl time ever for the rest of your trip! You think the margaritas are good here, wait til you see my club seats later this week!” Erica’s interest is certainly piqued. Club seats? That’s where they serve the extra fancy drinks and food! Steve would love that so much!

“What’th the catch Mith Penny?” Her pacified lisp makes her groan. Penny picks the smaller woman back up, her smile never leaving.

“Well, if you do happen to be a little Betsy Wetsy, you need to ask, no, beg your Daddy to turn this whole trip into a Daddy Week!” Penny cackles at Erica’s horrified expression. A whole week? That’s too much! But the sight of Penny’s soft cleavage right in front of her and the thought of being smothered in them again while Daddy uses her like he always does after a Daddy Day is too much to pass up!

“Deal!” She squeaks out. Penny is ecstatic! She plants a big kiss on Erica’s forehead.

“Good girl! Now, what do you say we pick up some more bevvies for our friends?”

Read Chapter 9 soon!

[ameliemommy]

A Boy's world: "Just One of the Guys"

The gym is loud, the kind of loud that makes your ears ring even after you leave. The game is intense, sweat, sneakers squeaking, the occasional curse when someone misses a shot. You’re not the best player here, but you hold your own. You laugh when Jake trips over his own feet, and you high-five Matt when he sinks a three-pointer.

Halfway through, someone calls a timeout. You collapse onto the bleachers, wiping the sweat from your forehead. Your phone buzzes in your pocket. An ad pops up on the screen, some bright, cartoonish thing about "diapers for modern men." You roll your eyes and shove it back into your pocket.

"Can you believe this shit?" Mark says, nudging you with his elbow. He’s pointing at a billboard across the street, one of those new ones with a man in a diaper, grinning like an idiot. The caption reads, "Real men embrace their inner boy!"

"You’re telling me," you scoff, shaking your head. "Feminists are really pushing this toddler crap. Like, what’s next? Mandatory pacifiers?"

The guys laugh, and you join in, your voice blending with theirs. It’s easy to play along, to act like the idea of men in diapers is ridiculous. You shift slightly on the bleacher, feeling the thick padding between your legs, the crinkle of plastic hidden beneath your basketball shorts. No one knows. No one suspects.

"Seriously, though," Jake chimes in, wiping his face with his shirt. "My girlfriend’s been talking about this new study. Says it’s ‘empowering’ for men to give up control. Like, what the hell? I’m not letting some chick turn me into her baby."

You snort, crossing your arms. "Yeah, right. Like any of us would let that happen."

The game starts again, and you throw yourself back into it, the rhythm of the game drowning out the nagging thought in the back of your mind. The thought that maybe, just maybe, you’re already there.

The game ends, and you say your goodbyes, slinging your bag over your shoulder. The walk home is quiet, the streets bathed in the orange glow of streetlights. You can feel the weight between your legs, the warmth spreading as you walk. You’ve been filling your diaper for hours.

You finally reach your apartment, the door clicking shut behind you. The silence is a relief, the weight of the day lifting slightly. You drop your bag by the door and kick off your shoes, already reaching for the waistband of your shorts.

"Hey, baby."

Her voice cuts through the silence, and you freeze. You turn slowly, your heart pounding. She’s leaning against the kitchen doorway, arms crossed, a smirk playing on her lips. You swallow hard, your fingers still hooked in the waistband of your shorts.

"Did you have fun with the boys?" she asks, pushing off the doorway and walking toward you. There’s something in her tone, something that makes your stomach clench.

"Y-yeah," you stammer, your voice cracking slightly. "Just a game."

She stops in front of you, her eyes flicking down to where your fingers are still gripping your shorts. "Good. Now let’s see how my good boy did tonight."

Before you can protest, her hands are on your waist, pulling your shorts down in one swift motion. The cool air hits your skin, and you can feel the heat rising in your face. Your diaper is swollen, the front sagging and discolored.

She lets out a soft, approving hum. "Look at you. Such a good boy, peeing all afternoon for Mommy."

Your breath hitches, the words sending a shiver down your spine. You can feel your face burning, but there’s something else, too something warm and fuzzy in your chest.

She kneels in front of you, her hands running over the front of your diaper, pressing gently. "Did it feel good? Being out with your friends, knowing you were Mommy’s little secret?"

You nod, your throat too tight to speak. It did feel good. Better than the game, better than the laughter, better than anything else tonight.

She stands, cupping your face in her hands. "That’s my good boy. Now let’s get you cleaned up, huh?"

You nod again, your body relaxing into her touch. The embarrassment is still there, but it’s drowned out by the warmth in your chest, the relief of finally being seen. Of finally being you.

[paddedlittleparadise]

"Puh-puh-pleeeeeze!!" It's the cry of a woman whose entire self-image is crumbling around her ears. "I- It's too much- UUnnngghhh!! I- I'm gonna-"

Helen's body is betraying her, exactly as you knew it would. She's being dragged helplessly down, forced into wave after wave of unwilling pleasure. Again and again those waves crash over her: driven by the inexorable buzzing within her cunt, and the diabolical, revolting warmth of her own urine.

That's the beauty of it, isn't it? You haven't whipped her, or harmed her, or done anything more than fasten a simple length of rope around her wrists and a cute disposable diaper around her waist.

You're killing her with kindness. Or at least, killing the prudish part of her psyche that's holding her back.

So now you begin to speak: not harshly, but in pure, saccharine-toned condescension. "Aww, Helen, what's the matter? What's too much? Surely my big, strong, sexy girlfriend can handle a teeny tiny little vibrator?"

She's gasping now, hiccuping past the mortifying arousal that is convulsing her entire being. "N-no! I- I mean, nottt- not like thiiiiiisss!" Her arms twist helplessly behind her, her lips contorting in stammering chagrin. "Not in- in a- a…" And then the word vomits forth. "A d-d-d-diaper!!!"

It's your cue. The moment of weakness you need. The first time she's allowed that mortifying word to cross her lips.

"You mean your diaper?" Your lips curl into an soft sneer. "It's your diaper, girl. And it's full of your pee. You're the one who said you had no limits. You're the one who pissed in it just now. And you're the one who's getting so fucking horny just being in it that, well…" You trail off deliciously, the sight of her heaving breasts setting a fresh stab of lust aching through your loins.

"It's exactly like you fear. You're about to do something far, far more embarrassing than just pissing yourself."

Her breath hitches. Her eyes bulge. And right before her horrified face, you hold up the remote to her vibe… slide your fingers coyly over the buttons… and switch it up to HIGH.

"N-n-n-nnoooo!!" Her wails redouble, her body arching and swaying in visceral revulsion. But the vibrator cannot be stopped, nor can her body resist. And now, over her panting moans cuts your voice: stern at last, commanding, goading her down into the sordid depths.

"Oh, yes. You're a pathetic. Disgusting. Pissy. Fucking. Slut." Every word cuts like a lash. "You're a diaper slut now. My slut. So accept it. Go on. Do it! Cum. Cum in your stupid, soggy diaper. Cum your stupid fucking brains out. 'Cause you know the truth. It feels good to cum. It's good to be a diaper slut. It's so good, so fucking good…"

"Gggnnnuuuuuhhh!!

Well…

Let's just say that given her spasming limbs and screwed-up face and ecstatic, horrified cries, I think our dear friend Helen agrees.

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