I love that y'all can see that and think it's super sexy. That I can be a hopelessly wet, or maybe even messy, diaper brat and you're into it. In your eyes, I'm at my most beautiful when I'm squatting and filling my pants.
I don't need to give up being beautiful and sexy and feminine just because I'm giving up on the bathroom.
For many of you, I can even be a total brat about it. Leave all the checking and changing to you, make absolutely 0 effort even to suggest when I might need changed.
And you love it
Some of you might be saying, oh no, what a little girl she should be kept sexless, blah blah blah.
But I know you're into it just the same. You fantasize about having such a girl in your life.
And I know even more of you are thinking "... is it okay if daddy wears diapers when he changes you?" I know more of you are seeing a beautiful woman that you hope, somehow, is also a mommy.
And I love that about you.
I love it that here, I can be a woman wearing a diaper and not much else. And I don't have to give up anything for it. I'm just as beautiful and sexy as any woman in her finest lingerie.
Thanks y'all. Thanks for being here and being you! Fun new outfits are in the works for capcon. Look forward to it ;).
I've been feeling a bit funky with this kink recently, so sorry for my absence (as if many of you frantically refresh your tumblr feeds waiting for my content lol). Here's a story that is different from what I usually post, so let me know if you like it!
Alan was busily playing with the makeshift water table he had made in the backyard with his girlfriend Emily, splashing buckets, playing with floaty toys, and other things. He was dressed in nothing but a diaper, and it was sopping wet from both his pee and the water. Emily was having fun with her baby, too, and she chose to dress in a one-piece bathing suit and a big floppy sunhat because it made her feel extra āMommy.ā She laughed at his antics and played along, enjoying Alanās regression. Eventually, she leaned over and felt her wardās diaper.
āGoodness, me, pumpkin! I think itās time to get you a change. Your diaper is about to burst!ā
Alan giggled while Emily went to get the diaper bag, setting up the changing station underneath the shade of their tree. After she laid the beach towel out she went back over to him.
āCan we take a break from playing and change your diaper, baby? Youāve been playing for an awfully long time.ā
Alan yawned and nodded his head in response. Taking his hand, the two went over to the changing mat with Alan awkwardly waddling.
Alan lay down on the beach towel, belly up, while Emily sat on her knees and smiled at him. She pulled out a pacifier and placed it in his mouth, then lay beside him, kissing him on the cheek. As he babbled her love for him grew, and she re-positioned herself, laying on her side and pushing her breasts into his arm and her crotch into his waist. She kissed him on the cheek again. And again. Then she slowly brought her hand down and reached into his wet diaper. Finding his penis, she re-positioned it so it pointed upward. It was already starting to get hard. Emily began stroking it while kissing him. He began to make little moans and sounds from behind his pacifier, while she talked him through it.
āThatās it, baby. Itās ok. Mommyās here. Go ahead, make big stickies in your soaking wet diapers. Just like that. Good baby. Ah. Yea, I know it feels good. Mommy loves making you feel good.ā
Alanās breathing became more intense. His hand, sandwiched between Emilyās body and his own, twitched, and Emily moved without letting go of his cock, letting him reach behind her. He hugged her closer, grabbing her ass. Emily kept stroking.
āThatās it, baby. I know, big sensations. Thatās right, grab onto Mommy. Thatās right, just like that. Mommyās here.ā
Alan tensed and stopped breathing for a second as Mommy felt the heat of his cum splatter over her fingers. He then groaned a big throaty growl as he exhaled behind his pacifier, spent. Emily kept stroking a bit longer before stopping, keeping her hand inside his diaper while she kissed him passionately all over his face.
āThatās my good boy. Thatās my good boy!ā
After a moment, Emily pulled out her hand and cleaned off any residue with a wet wipe, then began untaping her boyfriendās used diaper. Alan was spent, and he drowsily accepted a change without any fuss, blissed out, responding well to commands to lift his bottom or legs up for powdering and wiping. Soon he was in a nice dry diaper. Emily noticed him rubbing his eyes.
āSomeoneās sleepy from all that fun in the sun! Why donāt we head inside and have a bottle and a nap, huh mister?ā Emily said, patting the front of his dry diaper. Alan smiled behind his pacifier and nodded, eyes still closed.
[ABDL. M/f, F/m. Role reversal. Early relationship romance, lil bit of spice.]
The day had been a dreary blur of rain and office work for Emily. She stepped into her quiet apartment, eager to shed the dampness of the outside world. Her mind buzzed with thoughts of time better spent, yearnings for familiar outlets, itches needing scratched. As she kicked off her soggy shoes, she breathed out, long and slow. She missed Brynn.
She had a date tonight. One she half-heartedly scheduled after months of crappy app conversations. It would be something, which at this point was better than nothing. As she looked in the mirror, the rain had left her spirits as damp as her hair.
Emily had been spoiled by Brynn. Which was ironic enough, because Emily liked to do the spoiling. She craved the comfort of a partner who needed her care. Just the thought of Brynn's soaked bottom sent a shiver of goosebumps up her arms. Tonight was for sure a mistake, but she just couldnāt wait any longer. Actually getting what she wanted that was proving impossible. Girls like Brynn were in short supply, the rare little amongst a sea of self-proclaimed doms and daddies without a clue. She had tried to hold on to her tight. Perhaps too tight.
Her phone chimed with a text from her date, a simple "Can't wait to see you tonight!" She took a deep breath and typed back a cheerful response, trying to push her true feelings aside. Sam was one of those daddy types, the dozens of which she had sifted through in her matches. He was cute, that couldn't be denied, but he had a baby face, incongruous with the daddy role he wanted to play. That was why she had chosen him. She would show him, slowly but surely, that he was the one destined for diapers.
Emily took a hot shower, the steam wrapping around her like a warm embrace, and she let her mind drift to the sweet, secret fantasies she had been harboring for so long. Her heart raced at the thought of the transformation she had planned for Sam. It was a long, uncertain game she was about to play, but she had convinced herself she was up to it.
With a towel wrapped around her body, she stepped into her bedroom and surveyed the collection of diapers and baby clothes that had once been for Brynn. She had kept them, a silent reminder of the love she had lost and the life she had hoped to build. Now, they would serve a different purpose. A twist of nerves bubbled in her stomach she laid out a fresh diaper on the bed. It was time to start anew.
Emily had always been the one in charge, the caregiver. But tonight, she would be the one in need. She diapered herself with practiced ease, feeling the soft fabric embrace her body. It was strange, being on the receiving end of something she had done so often for Brynn. Her heart fluttered as she sprinkled on way too much baby powder, rubbing the excess into her tummy and chest. It was one of her favorite things to do with Brynn, and she loved the way her baby smelled sweet all day.
Selecting an outfit for the evening was a deliberate dance. She chose a demure green dress with a lace top that stopped just above her knees, cinched at the waist to show off her figure. The material clung to her curves, but didn't betray her diapered hips and bottom. She could flash those when the time was right.
Emily applied a light face of makeup. She brushed her hair until it shone, letting it cascade over her shoulders in soft waves. In place of perfume, the smell of baby powder lingered on her skin, as much for her as for Sam. Completing the outfit, she slipped into a pair of brown sandals and walked out the door, car keys in hand.
The rain had stopped, and the air was fresh and clean, carrying the scent of wet earth. The city lights reflected off the slick sidewalks, painting the world in a warm glow. It was a beautiful night. She decided to make the best of it.
They had agreed to meet at a small mom & pop Italian place. Sam was already waiting, a modest bouquet of wildflowers in hand. His eyes lit up when he saw her, and Emily felt a pang of guilt. She knew what she was about to do was manipulative, but she couldnāt stop now.
"Sam?" she asked. He didn't quite look like his pictures, his face shaped and shaded by a few days' growth of facial hair.
He nodded eagerly, taking a step closer and offering the bouquet. "Hi Emily, these are for you," he said with a hopeful smile.
"They're beautiful," she replied, eagerly taking the flowers and holding them to her nose. The scent was faint but delightful. She leaned in and gave him a quick peck on the cheek, feeling the warmth of his skin. "Thank you, they smell delightful," she whispered.
"I can't help but notice you're wearing a lovely scent yourself," Sam said, his eyes scanning her.
"Just a little something," she replied.
They entered the restaurant, and the warmth of the interior was a welcome change from the cool evening. The hostess led them to a cozy booth, the red-checkered tablecloth reminiscent of childhood picnics. Whatever misery she had been feeling after getting home from work was quickly whisked away by the aroma of garlic and tomato sauce in the air, mingling with the comforting scent of fresh-baked bread.
Throughout dinner, she played the shy, slightly clumsy role to perfection. She dropped her napkin, spilled a little wine, giving Sam the chance to test the waters with coded comments like, "Oops, maybe you're not old enough for wine after all..."
Emily's heart raced every time he took the bait, her cheeks flushing with a blend of feigned embarrassment and genuine excitement. She giggled and squirmed in her seat, the plastic of the diaper crinkling softly with every movement. It was a sound that sent a thrill through her, a sound she hadnāt heard in a very long time, even if it was coming from under her dress.
As dinner progressed, Samās behavior grew increasingly more patronizing. He cut her steak into small, bite-sized pieces, wiped the corner of her mouth with a napkin, and even offered her sips of his water when she had a cough. It all only served to remind her of Brynn's sweet submission, and how much she missed it. The more Sam tried to take on the role of her caretaker, the more uncomfortable she became. But she pushed through the ick, giggled and cooed as Sam spoke to her in a condescending tone, calling her "sweetie" and "my little one." She pretended to love every moment of it, while inwardly cringing at his attempts to be dominant. The whole time, she kept her own thoughts in check, reminding herself of her end goal: when little Sammie would be her very own diapered toddler.
As he signed the check and folded the holder closed, Sam finally asked, "Is my little Emily protected tonight?" He flashed a knowing smile, eyeing her suspiciously.
Emily felt the dry heave in her throat but fought it off with a giggle, blushing harder than the wine stain on her napkin. "What do you mean?"
Sam leaned in, his voice dropping to a patronizing whisper. "I know we talked about it a little bit. Did you put on a special surprise for me?" His eyes twinkled with excitement, mistaking her nervousness for shyness.
Emily took a deep breath and forced a coy smile. "Maybe I did," she murmured, batting her eyelashes.
Sam's reached over and patted her thigh, his hand lingering a bit too long. "Good girl," he said, his voice thick with a patronizing affection. She felt a twinge of regret for choosing him, but she pushed it aside. "I hope you haven't been holding it," he added, a hint of a challenge in his voice. "Little ones like you can get hurt if they hold it too long."
Emily's stomach tightened, but she kept her smile plastered on, nodding eagerly. She had been dreading this moment. So much of her behavior tonight had been noncommittal, could be hand-waved away. She could leave right now with her dignity intact. A wet diaper, on the other hand, that was evidence.
Of course she had been holding it. It was all her body knew how to do, after all. Her body simply did not know to pee in her pants. But if she was going to see this through, it was something she'd have to do, and soon...
Sam insisted she take his hand as they left the restaurant. The diaper felt thick between her legs as they strolled through the city, the night air cool against her skin. She had to admit, it was a thrilling kind of weirdness to be doing all this in public, even if it was just between the two of them.
Emily giggled and leaned into Sam, playing up her little act. Letting her hand go, she let him lead her, his arm around her waist, his hand occasionally dropping below her waist and patting her bottom. Under the cover of the evening dusk she felt his fingers dive beneath the hem of her dress and linger on the plastic of the diaper. She had to bite her tongue to keep from scolding him. She knew this was what he liked, and when she was in his shoes she'd have a handful of his diapered bottom at all times.
"Someone is still dry," Sam whispered in her ear as they came to a stop in front of a park bench. He sounded disappointed.
Emily felt her face go hot with a mix of embarrassment and annoyance. "I'm sorry," she murmured, trying to keep the edge out of her voice. "It's kind of hard to go. I'll try really hard, okay?"
Sam's smile grew more smug, his hand giving her diapered bottom a firm pat. "That's my good girl," he said, before gesturing to a nearby bench. "Why don't we stop here until you go? It'll be our little secret."
Emily motioned to sit down, but he stopped her, with a wag of his finger. "Ah, ah," he chastised, sitting down himself before patting his lap. "You sit here, little one."
Her stomach dropped as she obeyed, her heart racing at the thought of what was to come. She sat gingerly on his lap, felt the heat of his thighs against her own, and she could feel his excitement growing as he held her closer.
Sam leaned in, whispering sweet nothings into her ear, his breath hot against her neck. She closed her eyes, trying to focus on the task at hand. This was just a means to an end, she told herself, as his hand slid over her diaper again, pressing down slightly.
Peeing in her diaper was a strange feeling, one she hadnāt expected to be so difficult. It had seemed so natural for Brynn, who could barely be trusted out of diapers. But for Emily, it was an act of rebellion against her own dignity, a step into the uncharted waters of her own fetish. She took a deep breath, pushed, failed, pushed, breathed out, and finally willed herself to let go, feeling the warmth spread through the padding beneath her. Samās hand remained firmly on her diaper, his voice cooing sweet nothings that made her cringe. But that feeling was quickly replaced by another, this one much stronger, as she felt his thumb firmly tracing circles into the warm, wet padding around her crotch.
Emilyās cheeks burned with a mix of shame and arousal as she sat on his lap, wetting her diaper, her nipples stiffening in spite of herself, a quiet moan betraying her. She had never felt so exposed. She was playing a dangerous game, and suddenly she wasnāt sure if she was going to win. Samās hand remained on her diaper, his thumb rubbing in slow, lazy circles. She knew he was enjoying her submission, the way she squirmed and whimpered. It was what he wanted, what he had been waiting for all night, but as much as Emily thought she wanted to pull away, it felt like maybe she wanted this too.
As they sat on the bench, Samās hand grew more insistent, his voice low and soothing as he whispered baby talk into her ear. The world around them faded away, and all that was left was the sound of her own breathing, the crinkle of the diaper beneath her, and the feel of his hand on her. She could feel herself getting wetter, her body betraying her mind. She had always been in charge, the caretaker. How pathetic was she now, stifling a moan in her pissed pampers?
Samās other hand reached up and tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear. āLook at you, all wet for Daddy,ā he murmured, his thumb brushing against her cheek. Her skin crawled, but she forced a giggle, leaned into his embrace, her pulse racing. She had to admit, the feeling of his hand on her diaper was doing things to her she hadnāt anticipated. Her body was responding in ways that both disgusted and excited her, and as she found her hips bucking in rhythm to Sam's ministrations, she feared she might not be as in control as she thought.
As if on cue, he stopped. "I think that's enough for now," Sam announced, shifting her off his lap.
Emily felt her body protest as the thumb circles stopped. She didn't dare look up at Sam, afraid her face would give away the conflicting emotions swirling inside her. Instead, she nodded meekly, playing her part to perfection. She stood, her legs wobbly, her cheeks smoldering, and lowered her head. "Thank you," she murmured.
"Um," he began, his voice dropping out of the put-on 'daddy' voice he'd adopted during their date, "Would you like to continue this back at my place?"
Emily's heart hammered in her chest. Yes. So badly. "Actually, I think I'll just go home," she said, her voice small. "I'm feeling a bit overwhelmed." It wasn't a lie.
Sam's smile faltered for a moment, but he quickly recovered. "A-am I doing okay?" he asked.
Emily forced a smile, her heart racing. "You're doing great, Sam. It's just..." she took a deep breath, trying to find the right words. "It's a lot, you know?" Another not-lie.
Sam's expression softened, his eyes searching hers for any sign of distress. "You're okay?"
Emily nodded. "Yeah, promise."
Sam looked at her with a mix of disappointment and concern. "Okay, Em," he said gently. "I'll walk you back to your car."
Emily nodded gratefully, taking his offered arm. The sound of the distant traffic and the rustle of leaves were a stark contrast to the intimate bubble they had been in. Her heart felt heavy, a confusing mix of relief and regret. She had played her role too well, hadn't counted on her own body betraying her. The warmth of his arm around her felt safe, but she knew she needed to break away before she lost herself within his care.
When they reached her car, she leaned into him. "Thank you for understanding," she whispered.
Sam nodded, kissing her forehead. "I just want you to be happy, Em."
Emily felt a pang of guilt, looked up into his eyes. He was cute. Sweet. He'd make the perfect baby one day. "Thank you," she murmured, sliding into her car. "I'll text you tomorrow?"
Sam nodded, his eyes a little sad. "Okay, little one. Drive safe."
Emily managed a small smile before she started the engine. She pulled away, watching him in the rearview mirror as he waved goodbye. She felt a strange sense of relief mixed with a hint of disappointment. She had enjoyed the evening more than she thought she might. In a way, though, it just reminded her of Brynn. Is this how Brynn felt in a wet diaper? Did she look up at Emily and see those hungry eyes she saw in Sam? How did Emily's hands feel, caressing her princess parts in slow circles through her diapers?
Slinking out of her dress and crawling into bed in just her wet diaper, Emily could barely keep her hands to herself. Her heart raced as she felt the sticky warmth between her legs, the outer plastic shell of her diaper crinkling with every move she made. Closing her eyes, she imagined herself plunging fingers into Brynn's warmth, the way she used to. But it was Sam's voice she heard whispering sweet nothings, his thumb making those circles she hadn't been able to resist.
The next morning, Emily woke up to the sun peeking through her curtains. She lay in bed, the cool dampness of her diaper clinging to her. "Blegh," she muttered as she shimmied it off her hips and kicked it to the floor.
After a quick clean-up, she made herself breakfast, her mind racing with thoughts of Sam and her plan. Despite the awkwardness of the evening, she couldn't deny the excitement that had built up in her. The thrill of the chase was intoxicating. One day his cute hiney would be in diapers. And she would squeeze it.
Emily decided to start small, sending him a text message. "Thank you for a wonderful night," she typed with a smile, adding a heart emoji for good measure.
Sam's response was quick. "You're welcome, my little angel. Did you sleep well?"
Barf. Emily bit her lip, contemplating her next move. "I did... It was the first night I've ever spent in diapers." Another truth.
Sam's response was immediate, his excitement palpable through the screen. "Really? Did you like it?"
Emily took a sip of her coffee, the sweetness of the cream and sugar doing little to soothe the bitter taste in her mouth. "It was... interesting," she replied, playing it safe.
"Would you like to try it again tonight?" Sam asked, his excitement clear. "We can watch a movie, snuggle up, and I'll keep you nice and dry."
Emily felt a flicker of doubt, but she pushed it aside. "Okay," she texted back with a smile. "You come to my place? I've got... supplies." She added a winky emoji and hated it immediately.
Sam's response was a series of happy emojis. "Can't wait to see what you've got in store for us!"
Emily felt a twinge of sadistic glee. If only he knew.
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After a shower, Emily appraised the different diapers and baby outfits she had spread across her bed. She frowned, picturing herself wearing each outfit. They had been so perfect for Brynn. She was so adorable and innocent. But on Emily, these stupid baby outfits were party store costumes.
Her phone buzzed with a notification, pulling her out of her thoughts. It was Sam, eagerly confirming their plans. She had to admit, his excitement was infectious.
"See you at 7," she typed back, her pulse quickening before returning her attention to the outfits before her. Pinching the fabric of a fuzzy onesie between her fingers, she wondered for a moment if she should answer the door all dressed up, or if she should start 'big' and let the night progress from there. What was more babyish? Enthusiastically diapering yourself for a guy, or allowing him to diaper and regress you?
"Pick your poison," she muttered to herself, unfolding a fresh diaper. It was better to keep as much control as she could. She was wearing a diaper on her terms. Right?
Emily settled on a pair of white ribbed cotton pajamas with a subtle teddy bear pattern. They weren't necessary babyish, but they would be comfortable for movie night. And she knew Sam would like them anyway, because these were the same pajamas she loved to dress Brynn in. The sheer pajama bottoms hugged and accentuated the bulky diaper underneath. Nothing was left nothing to the imagination. Brynn was always so embarrassed and squirmy when Emily pointed out the diaper's decorations through the fabric. She was especially embarrassed when Emily traced the blue wetness indicator. Emily caught herself daydreaming before finally getting dressed.
Looking in the mirror, she grimaced. "I look ridiculous."
Saved, or maybe screwed by the ringing doorbell, she took one last glance in the mirror, adjusted her pajama bottoms, and headed to the door.
Sam's eyes widened when she answered the door, the excitement clear on his face. "Wow, Em," he said, stepping inside, "You really went all out."
"I hope you don't mind that I dressed comfortably," Emily said, too shy to look him in the eyes, retreating back into her apartment before any neighbors saw.
She turned around to lead Sam to the living room, where she had set up the couch with a mountain of blankets and pillows, a perfect spot for their cuddle session, but before she could take two steps she felt a finger hook into the waistband of her pajamas, stopping her in her tracks.
Sam's eyes had never left her, his gaze lingering on the visible bulge of her diaper. "You look seriously adorable," he said, his voice thick with anticipation.
In spite of herself, Emily smiled, feeling her cheeks color. It was strange to hear him say she looked adorable when she felt anything but. She gave him a peck on the cheek before dragging him by the hand to the couch, patting the cushion. "Come sit," she urged, her voice sweet and coaxing. "It's Fantasia. It's smart adult classical music junk for you, but still Disney for me. Sound good?"
Sam eagerly took a seat, his hand immediately reaching for her diapered bottom. "That's very grown-up of you, Em. And we don't want that at all," he said, his tone gently chastising. "We'll need to nip that behavior in the... butt!"
He swatted her bottom. It was playful, but a little firm. Emily was shocked at first, but recovered quickly. "Meanie!" she shouted, whopping him with a small throw pillow.
"That's better," he chuckled, rubbing in his hand through the thick padding around her bottom, his fingers travelling wherever they liked. It was strange, having him be so overt about it. With Brynn, it had been a gentle dance, a shared secret that grew into something beautiful. This was nice in its own way, upfront, unashamed. It felt good to be desired.
Emily leaned into him, playing her part with surprising ease. She had never been one for physical contact outside of her caregiver role, but she found that she didn't hate it. His hand grew more insistent, his fingers dipping under the waistband of her pajamas to feel the plastic beneath. She allowed it, her breath hitching slightly.
They watched the movie, Sam's hand never leaving her diaper. Emily felt a strange sense of comfort, his warm touch a balm to the ache she'd been carrying for months. Her mind wandered, thoughts of Brynn slipping away as she focused on the here and now. She had to admit, she liked the way Sam looked at her, the way he treated her like a delicate, precious little thing that he could devour at any moment. She would be sure to return the favor.
During 'The Sorcerer's Apprentice,' Emily found Sam's fingers snaking inside the legband of her diaper. She pretended not to notice, not to hear his patient sigh. "Em," he whispered, doesn't all this water make you feel like using the potty?"
Emily watched the brooms on screen dumping endless buckets of water and swallowed a laugh, turning to look at him with feigned innocence. "I'm sorry..." she said quietly, nuzzling her face into his shoulder. "It's just hard for me to let go." Another not-lie.
Sam nodded, his hand moving to her shoulder, giving her a comforting squeeze. "It's okay, baby. We'll take care of that pesky potty training soon enough."
Emily wanted to roll her eyes, but instead closed them, focused on the task at hand, tried to loosen the iron grip her pelvic floor had on her bladder. This was the part she'd have to play, just for a little while. Get vulnerable so he'd drop his guard. She took a deep breath, willing her body to cooperate...
"Sam!" she finally squeaked, her voice pitched up, arch.
Sam's eyes lit up, his hand immediately going to her crotch. "What's the matter, sweetie?"
"I'm... peeing..." she admitted with some effort, her cheeks burning.
Sam's expression shifted to one of pure excitement. "Good girl," he said, his voice low and filled with approval, his hand slowly working itself up and down the warm padding, pressing it gently back up against her.
Emily felt her body betray her once again, responding to his touch, to the wetness of warm urine spreading under his hand, to the feeling of her wet diaper pushed back up against her, rubbing her in all the right places, her cheeks burning with a mix of embarrassment and growing arousal that she tried to stuff back down where it came from.
"I'll change you once the movie's finished, okay?" Sam whispered into her ear, his breath hot against her skin. Emily nodded, her eyes glued to the screen, trying to dissociate. That's some other embarrassment of a girl on the couch, dressed like a baby, pissing in her pampers. Not her. The sound of orchestral crescendos filled the room, covered the sound of her crinkling diaper as Sam fondled her through it, and Emily bit down on her lip trying to fight back the inevitable. All it took to send her over the edge was his other hand brushing her stiffened nipples through her pajama top and kissing the crown of her head.
Emily felt the climax first as a tightening in her belly, the hear of her own arousal spreading outward, making her squirm and whine. "Fffff-fuck!" she whispered out through her teeth. Coming in her diapers was not part of the plan, but instead of stopping, she was helpless but to lean into it, bucking her hips into his hand.
Sam chuckled, his hand slowing its stroking to gentle pats. "What big feelings for such a little girl!" he murmured, kissing her on the head once, twice, three times more, softly kneading her breasts as Emily limply basked in the afterglow.
Her mind reeled. That wasnāt supposed to happen. She had never been into this kind of thing, but here she was, panting in a puddle of her own making. It was like her body had a mind of its own, a treacherous little minion eager to betray her. As if on cue, another trickle of urine escaped into her diaper.
Sam's hand stilled on her chest, his thumb tracing the outline of her nipple through the fabric. "This is a little backwards, Em, but... can I kiss you?"
Emily's cheeks flushed, but she nodded, leaning into his gently parted lips. The kiss was gentle and sweet, a stark contrast to the depraved situation she found herself in, even as she felt his tongue snake its way between her lips. When he pulled away, his eyes searched hers for any sign of regret. She offered a shaky smile. "Thank you," she murmured.
Sam couldn't help but laugh, "'Thank you' is a new one."
Emily felt a strange warmth in her chest, his laughter infectious. "Well, you're taking such good care of me."
Sam's eyes lit up at the praise. "It's what I'm here for, Em," he said, leaning in to kiss her forehead. He looked up at the glowing television as the credits rolled. "Would you like a change? I bet that diaper is positively icky."
Emily felt her face burn again, but nodded, standing up unsteadily. She could feel the warm weight of her diaper clinging to her thighs, the padding at her crotch clumping up and falling out of place. It was not meant to hold up against what it had just experienced.
She led Sam to her bedroom, where she had laid out a changing pad, wipes, baby powder, and an array of diapers. She lay down on the pad, her heart racing as Sam hovered over her, his excitement palpable.
He looked around the room, taking stock. "Nice setup," he mused. "Lots of amenities for a little girl who says she has a hard time using her diapers..." He shot her a glance, his eyes sparkling mischievously.
Emily's stomach tightened as she watched him approach, his hand reaching for the waistband of her pajamas, tugging them down to her ankles, revealing a swollen white diaper covered in alphabet blocks. This was it. He was about to see the inside of her rather well-used diaper. Another rung down the ladder she'd fall. What an embarrassing excuse for a woman she must look like right now.
"Let's get you clean," Sam said, his voice gentle and soothing. He untaped the diaper with surprising care, and she felt the cool air kiss her skin as she lay bare before him. She couldnāt help but feel exposed, vulnerable, and utterly humiliated as the smell of her own urine hit her nose. She cringed internally, but Sam didnāt flinch, he just took her hand and whispered sweet nothings, his eyes never leaving hers as he began to wipe her down with the other. The sensation was strange, both intimate and degrading. She tried to remember the times she'd done this with Brynn, but the shock of the cold wipe made it hard to concentrate. For a couple reasons.
Emily felt her resolve wavering all over again. This little shit she was indulging in was all just an act, right? Just a way to get what she wanted in the end. But the gentle way he touched her, the way he talked to her, it was... nice. Too nice. She was going to the dark side, and needed to put her foot down before she went feral. A feral little diaper baby.
Sam's eyes grew serious as he pulled the diaper away from her, revealing her... well, everything. He paused, looking at her, really looking at her. "You know, Em," he said, his voice low and sincere, "You're the first girl who's ever done this with me... I've been really worried that I'd fuck it up."
Emily's heart twisted in her chest. "I couldn't ask for a better guy," she assured him, her voice softer than she had intended.
"Am... am I doing everything that you want?" he asked, his eyes searching hers for approval.
Emily nodded, the cloying irony washing over her. Yes, Sam, you're doing everything that I want to do to you.
"I like it more than I expected," she said. Yet another not-lie.
Sam's smile was pure sunshine. "Good," he said, his thumb tracing the curve of her hip bone. "I want to make you happy."
Emily felt a strange mix of emotionsāexcitement, guilt, and something that felt suspiciously like affection. "Sam, can you tell me more about why you like this?" she asked, genuinely curious.
Sam looked thoughtful as he picked out a new diaper from the stash, a candy-themed one. "It's hard to explain," he said, his cheeks flushing.
"Well, what's your favorite part?" Emily urged, her voice gentle.
Sam took a deep breath, his eyes focused on the diaper in his hands. "I don't want to sound selfish," he said finally. "It's the diapers."
Emily's eyes widened slightly, her heart skipping a beat. This was her in! Her opening to make the switch! "Why?" she asked, playing innocent.
Sam shrugged, his cheeks reddening further. "It's probably the same reasons you like them, right?"
Fat chance.
"I don't know," she said coyly, wiggling her naked bottom on the changing mat. "You'll have to tell me."
Sam smirked, sliding the fresh diaper under her bottom. "I like how they look, how thick they are," he began, sprinkling baby powder from her navel to her bottom, casually massaging it in. His gentle touch made her squirm. "I especially like how they look on the bottoms of cute little girls like you. The telltale bulky behind of a girl who can't make it to the potty. You can tell because they have a uni-butt!"
"Excuse me?" Emily laughed.
"So like, every butt has a crack, right?" Sam asked.
"A very scientific observation, Mr. Scientist."
"But diapers don't have a crack. So diapergirls have the most obvious diaper butts. It's a uni-butt!" Sam looked proud of himself.
Emily thought for a moment, opening up her mental filing cabinet, flicking open the Brynn folder to the 'hiney' section. "...Oh my god, you're actually right."
"Of course I'm right," he chuckled, lifting up the front of the diaper between her legs, pressing it against her tummy to hold it in place. "And I like how they feel," he continued, his voice dropping an octave as his hands glided over the diaper's smooth plastic shell. "They bunch up between your legs, force your hips apart, crinkle just loud enough... There's no way you're pretending they're regular underwear."
Emily silently nodded, enjoying the pampering as much as she was enjoying reminiscing on Brynn's uni-butt.
"And I like that you can't just slide them on and off." He continued, taping the diaper into place, snugly securing the four adhesive tapes. "You're in these until I let you out."
Emily felt a thrill at his words, "Oh, is that so?" she challenged, a grin on her face.
Sam chuckled, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "You bet it is," he said, patting the front of her diaper, forcing out little clouds of powder. "You can take it off if you want, but naked hineys are much easier to spank."
Emily let out a little gasp. That was a good line! One she'd have to steal and use on her future littles...
"But, of course, good girls like my little Em would never earn a spanking," he added, offering his hands to help her to her feet.
Emily took his hands, letting him pull her up. The fresh diaper felt snug and reassuring, somehow better than doing it herself. As Sam knelt down and adjusted the fit of Emily's diaper. It finally struck her as odd. "You're really good at this," she remarked. "You're too good at this."
"I've had a lot of practice," he said, standing up.
"But you said I was your first little. Which would make that your first diaper change, like, ever, right?"
Sam's eyes caught hers, then darted away, searching her bedroom wall for an explanation.
Emily couldn't help the giggle that bubbled up. Victory. "Saaaam~" she said, her voice gentle but firm, "I want to know everything. No secrets."
"Ugh, Em..." he protested.
"SaaaaAAAaaAaam~"
"Okay," he said, his voice a little shaky. "I've been into diapers for a long time. It's just something that... turns me on." He looked at her, then away again. "Is that... bad? For a... daddy?" The word felt awkward coming from his mouth.
Emily took a moment to process this revelation. "No," she said, her voice surprisingly steady. "It's not bad. It's just different." She took a deep breath. "But we should to talk about this. It changes things."
Sam looked at her, his brow furrowed. "Does it?" he asked tentatively. "Does it change...us?"
"Do you want it to?" Emily asked. She stepped closer to him, her diaper crinkling with each step, and grabbed him by the belt buckle.
Sam's eyes grew wide, but he didn't resist. "I... I don't know," he admitted, his voice wavering.
Emily leaned in, pulled him closer by his belt, and stood on her tip toes to try to close the distance between them. "What happened to mister-in-charge 'daddy' Sam? Where'd he go?"
Sam's eyes searched hers, a hint of fear in them. "He's still here," he murmured, his voice barely a whisper.
She grinned, "Oh, I don't think he ever existed."
Her words hung in the air, the room suddenly feeling charged with a tension that hadn't been there before. Sam's eyes searched hers, a silent question in them, before Emily spun him around by his belt and pushed him backward into the changing mat.
"W-wait! What are youā" he began to protest.
Holding an identical diaper to her own on both hands, Emily simply grinned. "Tell me to stop."
Sam looked down at the diaper, then back up to Emily, his expression a mix of shock and arousal. He didn't say anything.
Emily knelt down and began to undo his belt, shaking her head, clicking her tongue against her teeth, her eyes never leaving his. "Just a big boy playing pretend," she murmured, her voice a low purr. She pulled down his pants, revealing his hardened erection straining against his boxer briefs.
Sam's breath hitched. "Em, Iā"
Emily silenced him with a finger to his lips. "Shh," she whispered, her eyes gleaming with mischief. She tugged down his underwear, freeing his cock, and took it in her hand experimentally. This was definitely going to be different than Brynn...
"Now, what do we do with this?" she asked, slowly stroking the length of him. It was a genuine question.
Sam looked down at his exposed member, his cheeks flushing. "Iāuh..."
"Total character break moment," Emily began, "what do you normally do with... this?"
Sam's eyes grew even wider as he stumbled over his words, "Well, I-I usually... I mean, I don't know."
Emily chuckled, enjoying this version of Sam so much more. "It's okay baby, you can tell me. No secrets, remember?"
Sam's cock twitched in her hand, and she felt a thrill of power. Little boys were fun. "I usually... I just..." He took a deep breath, "I... jerk off so I can get the diaper on."
Emily raised an eyebrow, "Really?" she asked, her voice filled with mock innocence. "What a naughty boy," she said, stroking him with a bit more pressure.
Sam nodded, his breath quickening. "I'm sorry?" he offered.
Emily's smile grew more playful. "I guess that's just how I'll have to take care of my baby..." She leaned in closer, her breath hot against his skin as she wrapped her hand resolutely around his shaft and tugged it down to the base. His hips bucked involuntarily, and she giggled, enjoying his squirming.
With the confidence of someone faking it 'til they make it, she began to stroke him, her movements slow and deliberate. She watched his reactions, the way his eyes fluttered closed and his breath hitched. It was like watching a butterfly caught in a spider's web, unsure whether it was about to be devoured or simply toyed with.
"Does that feel good, baby?" she asked, her voice a seductive whisper.
Sam whispered out a moan, "I... I'm not a baby." His voice was strained, his body betraying his words with each jerk of his hips.
Emily leaned closer, her breasts pressing into his thighs, her eyes gleaming. "Tell me to stop," she instructed, her hand moving faster, enjoying the feel of his hardness in her hand.
Sam's breathing was shallow. "I can't," he murmured, his hips jerking upward to meet her strokes.
Emily's grin grew wider. "Because why?" she asked, her voice a sultry whisper.
Sam's eyes searched hers, his cheeks red with embarrassment. "Because... it turns me on," he admitted, his voice barely above a murmur.
Emily leaned in closer, her eyes gleaming with victory. "My sweet, bouncing baby boy," she whispered, her hand moving faster.
"Oh my god," Sam muttered, his body arching as he came, spurts of cum landing on his stomach and thighs.
"Oopsie!" Emily announced, shielding herself with the opened diaper, before using it to wipe up all the little messes he made. "Sammy, look what you did!" She teased, feigning mock-disappointment. "We definitely can't trust this pee-pee out of diapers, now can we?"
Sam panted, his body trembling slightly as Emily played with and prodded his softening cock, wiping away the last of his release with the diaper before taping it snugly around his hips. He looked down at the thick padding and then laid his head back on the mattress for a long moment.
"You're a natural," he finally murmured, reaching for her wrist and grabbing it firmly, then holding it aloft like a prize. "In fact!" he began, letting the unfinished thought hang in the air.
Emily flopped down next to him on the bed so their eyes could meet, hers sparkling with mischief.
"What is it?" she asked, her voice innocently sweet.
"No secrets, Em," he said. "That's your rule. Fess up."
"Okay, okay," Emily conceded. As she conjured an image of Brynn, her chest suddenly tightened at the prospect of telling him everything. Like, everything-everything. Maybe she should start small... Parcel out the easy truths before the hard ones. "I did have a little. My ex."
Sam's expression grew serious. "What happened?"
Oh, where to start with Brynn? Emily rolled onto her back and looked up at the ceiling. "I think I smothered her."
"Like... with a pillow?" Sam's voice was a mix of mock shock and horror.
Emily couldn't help the laugh that escaped her before she gave Sam a playful shove. "You're supposed to be daddy, not a Dad!" she giggled. "No, I didn't literally smother her. I just... took care of her too much. She said I just pretended it was all about her, but it was actually all about me."
It took Emily saying the words out loud to another person for the meaning to finally sink in. "Ugh, fuck," she muttered.
Sam's hand found hers, squeezing gently. "Sounds like you've had a lot of time to reflect."
Emily shook her head, taking her hand back. "Not enough..."
Sam's expression softened, "I'm sensing there's more you're not telling me?"
Emily took a deep breath and turned away from him. "I... maybe only dated you as a little because I thought I could get you into diapers." She clenched her eyes shut.
Sam was quiet for a long moment. "Why?" His voice was gentle, but there was a hint of something else. Hurt, perhaps.
Emily swallowed hard and turned to face him. "You looked... nice. You claimed to be a daddy, but I thought maybe I could change you? And I was really fucking lonely."
Sam's eyes searched hers. "So, I'm just Brynn for tonight?" His voice was quiet, the excitement of moments ago draining away as he grabbed the thick padding of his diaper. "Congrats, Em, you did it."
Emily felt the guilt drop through the floor of her stomach. "Wait, please. It's different." She wanted to hold his hand again but was afraid he'd pull it back. "It started out under shitty pretenses. But I want to be honest now! I really like you."
Silence.
"And I didn't know I would... like it so much."
Silence.
"The diapers. The... little stuff. What you do to me in them."
Silence.
"Ugh, my cheeks are on fire."
"So, let me get this straight," Sam said. "You're a mommy. You don't wear diapers. But you saw my dating profile, a daddy, but you didn't believe me, thought you could turn me."
"Sam--"
"We go on a date, you show up in diapers. You pretend to be a little, sit on my lap and pee yourself in public on my command... Stop me if anything is inaccurate..."
Emily felt her eyes welling with tears.
"We schedule a second date, and you answer the door dressed like a toddler at a sleepover. You pee yourself again, and then you are helpless but to come in your diapers in my arms, a pathetic excuse for a woman..."
Emily couldn't help but squirm at his recounting, the truth of it stinging.
"I don't know, I think we're even," he finally said.
Emily sniffled back tears. "W-what?"
"You used me because you wanted a little boy in diapers. Well you got him. But I wanted a little girl in diapers, and I got her too! If anything, I got you better!" He laughed. "You thought you were a big girl who was too good for diapers, and I reduced you to a whimpering little baby who made cummies in her wet diaper in the middle of a Disney movie."
Emily felt her cheeks burn brighter than ever, "Sam!"
"I think your mommy card's revoked, Em," he said, wrapping her up in a big hug and patting her diapered bottom. "You're a much bigger baby than me."
Emily's body instinctively stiffened at first, but as Sam held her, she felt something unravel inside. She exhaled, leaned into his embrace as his hands traced slow circles around her padded bottom.
"Ugh," she groaned, "I hate that I like this so much."
Sam chuckled, his voice a warm rumble in her ear. "You don't have to hate it, Em."
Emily sighed, her eyes closing as she enjoyed the feeling of his strong arms around her. "But what now?" she asked, her voice muffled against his shoulder.
"Hmm... We do need to consider how naughty you've been." Sam's voice was playful, but Emily felt a twinge of nerves at his sudden shift in tone. "You've been keeping secrets that could really hurt some feelings."
"I know," she murmured, her voice small and sincere. "I'm sorry."
Sam's expression grew contemplative. "I believe you, but I think I know the best way to punish you, so that we both know you're truly sorry."
Emily's breath quickened. "What do you mean?"
Sam's eyes glinted with excitement. "Your punishment," he paused for dramatic emphasis, "is keeping things exactly the way they are."
Emily tilted her head. "What?"
Sam smirked, his voice low and authoritative. "You are going to stay my diapered little girl, even though she desperately wants to be a big mommy who's in charge. And I'll be a daddy who wears diapers when you earn it."
Emily felt the air thicken around her, the weight of his words sinking in. "But..." she began, feeling the loss of control she had so carefully crafted.
"But what?" Sam challenged, his voice still gentle but firm. "You said you like it. Deal or no deal?"
Emily bit her bottom lip, trying to process. She felt the softness of the fresh diaper against her skin, the way it held her in place like a warm hug. "I do," she murmured, her voice small. "But..."
Sam leaned back, his hands on her diapered hips. "But what?" he prompted.
Emily took a deep breath, "But what if I want to be in charge again?" she asked, her voice sounding more hopeful than she had intended.
Sam's smile was knowing, "Well, baby, that's what makes it a good punishment," he said, his hand resting around her waist. "You're going to have to earn it back. You need to learn that you can't manipulate your way into getting what you want all the time."
Emily felt a strange mix of anger and arousal at his words. She didn't like being told what to do, but the way he said it, the way he treated her like a child, it was... She nodded, her eyes downcast. "Ugh. Okay..." she murmured.
Sam leaned down and kissed her forehead, "That's my good girl," he whispered, the affection in his voice sending shivers down her spine.
Emily felt a strange sense of submission wash over her, a feeling she hadnāt anticipated. "But how do we do this?" she asked, her voice still a bit shaky. "I don't know how to be... a good little."
Sam's grin was wide, "Tell me about it!"
She scoffed reflexively, before a couple giggles spilled out of her mouth. "Rude!"
"Em, if the two days have taught me anything, it's that you're a fast learner," he said, his voice a warm caress. "And we're in this together. We'll figure it out."
As Emily looked into Sam's eyes, she saw something there that she hadn't seen beforeāunderstanding. And something else. A spark that told her he was just as into this as she was.
They sat on the bed for a few long moments, looking at each other with a mix of excitement and trepidation. Sam pressed his forehead into hers, patted her diapered behind, and then rolled out of bed. He stood in front of Emily, stretching, his diaper crinkling with each movement. She very much enjoyed the view.
"Can I use your shower?" he asked. "I've got to get out of this silly thing." He ripped one of the adhesive tapes off his diaper.
Emily nodded, "Yeah, I'll get you a towel. Or..." she paused, smirking. "I could join you?"
Sam's eyes lit up. "Sorry cutie," he replied. "You're in that diaper for the rest of the night. But maybe we can give you a bath tomorrow?" He flashed a shit-eating grin and resumed walking to the bathroom. "I will take that towel, though."
Emily watched him go, feeling a strange sensation wash over her. She looked down at the thick diaper between her legs. It felt wrong, but she couldn't deny the thrill of it either. The reality of what she had tacitly agreed to was setting in, and she wasnāt sure how she felt about it. There was still time to back out. She could just rip this diaper off, kick him out, and be done with it, but as she heard the water in the shower start to run without her, she couldnāt help the anticipation building in her chest.
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"Remember, Em," Sam instructed. "You hold my hand when we're walking so you don't get lost, okay?"
Emily looked back and nodded, grasping his hand in hers, trying to keep the smile off her face. She was getting used to this, the thrill of playing the submissive little girl in public, the thick diaper crinkling beneath her skirt a constant reminder of her role, but she still had to keep Sam on his toes. If he wanted a perfect little angel, he had another thing coming.
The month had flown by, a whirlwind of wet diapers, cute clothes, cuddles and teasing games that had somehow turned into something more intimate than she had ever experienced with Brynn. The lines had blurred, and she found herself enjoying the feeling of being taken care of, even if it came with a side of humiliation she hadnāt signed up for. And... that part was kind of okay, too. Emily relished the scattered moments when Sam would let her return the favor and put him in diapers, but it was always a privilege to be earned, usually by sacrificing some new grown-up part of herself upon the altar of littledom.
Tonight, they were dining at a fancy restaurant, an echo of their first date, but on a much grander scale. Sam was dressed sharply in a blazer and dark jeans, and Emily in a flouncy pink dress with tiered ruffles. The first time he showed her the dress, she could've slapped him, but here she was, feeling like a doll overdressed for the tea party.
The evening was going as expected: Sam was charming the waitstaff, while Emily sat quietly, not speaking unless spoken to. She squirmed in her seat, trying to get comfortable with her legs splayed helplessly apart beneath the table. Because her dress was so full and ruffled, Sam had taken full advantage, stuffing an already thick pink diaper with two booster pads. She pretended to pout at the time, but the mommy in her was impressed and taking notes for her next chance to retaliate.
Sam noticed her stare, the thoughtful look on her face, a knowing smile playing at his lips. "What's the matter, little miss?"
Emily gave him her best pout, "Nothing," she mumbled.
"Come now," Sam's eyes danced with mischief. "Use your words."
Emily rolled her eyes. "I'm just plotting how I'll get you back for this," she murmured, her voice a mix of feigned irritation and genuine affection.
"Oh, you will?" Sam's grin grew wider. "And how's that going to happen, my clever little girl?"
Emily felt the heat in her cheeks, but she was determined not to let him win this round. "I don't know... Maybe I'll leave you a present in my pants for later?"
Sam's eyes lit up. "Careful, Em. Once you open up that box there's no taking it back, babygirl." He leaned back in his chair, watching her with amusement. "You should consider if you want to invoke the nuclear option over getting to wear a pretty pink dress."
Emily stuck her tongue out at him, but her eyes sparkled with excitement.
"Good choice," Sam chuckled, as the waiter arrived to take their order.
He ordered for the both of them, without consulting Emily, which only served to fuel her secret delight. She had grown to crave the way he took small things away, never quite sure what grown-up thing she had once taken for granted was on the chopping block next.
"Remember to sit like a lady," Sam reminded her as the waiter walked away, still in earshot.
Emily grimaced at him above the table, but below it, obediently squeezed her legs together, or at least tried to. With every consecutive little wetting the bulk of her diaper made it more difficult to sit 'lady-like' as Sam had instructed, and he knew damn well. She could feel the heat of his gaze as she squirmed, and the smugness of his smile made it clear he was enjoying her discomfort. But she wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of knowing just how much she liked it too. That was her secret to keep.
The meal was exquisite, each bite a robust balance of flavors that seemed to tease and tantalize her palate. But her mind was elsewhere, focused on the squishy padding beneath her. Every move she made was calculated to avoid any tell-tale signs that she was indeed enjoying her 'punishment'. She had learned to play the part well, the begrudging little girl who just wanted to be in charge again. But as they shared dessert, the sweetness of the chocolate mousse mingling with the faint scent of baby powder that clung to her, she couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment that she hadn't felt in a long time. She didn't notice the glob of chocolate that had missed her mouth until Sam wiped her clean with a napkin.
As they walked back to the car, Emily's hand remained firmly in Sam's, her hips waddling slightly with each step. Drowned out by the sounds of the city, her diaper's subtle crinkling was just for her. She glanced up at Sam, his handsome profile illuminated by the soft glow of the street lights, and felt a strange sense of peace settle in her chest. She let her head fall onto his shoulder.
"God damn it, Sam," she said, quietly, contentedly.
Sam's eyes sparkled with mischief, "What's wrong, baby?"
"I just figured it out," Emily murmured.
"Figured what out?" Sam's voice was low, distracted, as he fumbled for his keys.
"I love you. You've done all this to me and now I love your dumb ass." Her heart was racing.
Sam froze, his hand on door handle. He turned to face her, his eyes searching hers for a long moment. "You love my dumb 'hiney,' you mean," he finally said, correcting her.
He opened the door for Emily, but she saw his grin stretching from ear to ear as she ducked into the back seat.
"I love you too," Sam replied, buckling her up. "But we're going to have to do something about that yucky word you said when we get home."
"Looking forward to it!" Emily called back, trying to hide the quiver in her voice as she watched him shut the door. Out of his eyesight, she buried her face in her hands. She said it! And he said it back! Her chest was tight, but her heart was so full.
The car ride home was quiet, both lost in their own thoughts, their eyes occasionally locking nervously in the rearview mirror. A thousand questions buzzed through her mind. She was an exposed nerve, but in a good way.
When they arrived at her apartment, Sam didnāt even bother to ask if she needed help. He just unbuckled her seatbelt, hoisted her over his shoulder, and carried her up the stairs.
Emily couldn't help but yelp in surprise as she felt the hem of her dress slowly lift and uncover the thick diaper beneath. "What are you doing?" she squealed, clawing her dress back into place, but fighting a losing battle to gravity.
Sam chuckled, his grip firm but gentle as he carried her over the threshold. "Somebody earned an early bedtime."
Emily squirmed, feeling a mix of embarrassment and excitement. "But I'm not tired!" she protested, her voice muffled in his shoulder.
"Nobody said anything about sleeping," Sam said, closing the front door behind them.
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"I don't want a diaper today, Nanny," you said seriously, looking up at Nanny from your position on the beanbag chair as they fluffed out a pink princess-themed diaper for you. Nanny set the diaper on the changing table, amusement crawling over their face like a rising sun, beginning with their lips curving into a smile and ending with their sky blue eyes twinkling.
"You don't, honey?" Their voice was as sweet and smooth as said honey. Clearly not taking you seriously as they bent down to check your diaper again. As a bedtime diaper, it was much thicker than the ones that you'd regularly wear throughout the nursery. For added comfort and absorbency, Nanny had also added in two boosters the night before.
"I know sitting in a soiled nappy overnight is never fun," they went on sympathetically, squishing the soggy padding for extra emphasis, "but that's just a part of being in diapers. What's the matter, baby? You were just showing Nanny how much you love your diapers yesterday. Don't you remember how good your mushy diaper felt after your blowout?"
Your cheeks heated as you recalled the events Nanny was referring to. After feeding you a bottle spiked with castor oil for lunchtime and teasing you with lots and lots of "rubbies," Nanny had left you in the playpen by yourself for a bit. A mistake on their part, since in no time at all you were leaking more than just pee through your diaper, all over the giant stuffed elephant, Mrs. Snuggles, that you had taken the liberty of humping. Your bottom still stung from Nanny's reminder of how good babies behave, making your soiled pants even more uncomfortable than they already would have been after you slept in them for who knows how long. It had taken an hour of 'bathtime' (thorough scrubbing by Nanny) in order to clean Mrs. Snuggles off. Looking down at your feet, you twitched your toes in embarrassment. Nanny's thumb brushed your cheek.
"Do you really want to give that up?" they asked, voice soft and gentle. "I know it's hard at times, but Nanny is there to take care of all your accidents. You don't need to be ashamed, Nanny loves when you show them what a baby you are. The fact that you're so happy to make poopoos in your pants for me.. it gets Nanny all excited in a way I think you're very intimately familiar with."
You were almost convinced. Nanny was good at this. Good at making you feel too humiliated to say no, good at making you feel like it was the best option to just let them do what they liked. But today, you wanted to give up your diapers. You wanted to be a big kid just like Nanny. Reaching up, you pulled your pacifier out of your mouth to put emphasis on your desire to be more grown-up.
"Nanny, I wanna start potty training tuh-day," You tried not to let your lip wobble as your confidence faltered under their steady, unreadable stare.
"Potty training?" There was a slight sneer in Nanny's voice, as if they couldn't believe what they were hearing. They bent down, making their tone even more sweet and condescending as they asked, "Where did a tiny tot like you hear about a big kid thing like that?"
"Big sis was telling me about it the other day!" You explained, trying not to let a lisp creep into your words. "She told me how much bigger it makes her that she can use the training potty. I wanna be big just like her!"
"I see," Nanny smiled, mentally filing that away for later. "Well, of course you can start potty training today, sweetie! Why would Nanny ever say no to such a noble request? Let's go eat some breakfast, then we can have some potty training time rather than some playtime~"
You bit back a grumble at the announcement that you would be losing your morning playtime. It would all be worth it in the end. Nanny opened their pink diaper bag and refolded the princess-themed diaper that they had fluffed out, stuffing it back in. "I don't think you'll be needing that anytime soon, then? I think that nighttime diaper will hold through breakfast.."
"Alright, kiddo! Nanny will just need to grab a few supplies to help you along with your training."
After a long feeding (and burping) session on Nanny's lap, you were stuffed and had no will to resist anything Nanny could do to you. They first pulled out a blindfold from the dreaded bondage drawer of your wardrobe, where Nanny kept all of your nasty restraints. They rummaged for a long moment, before approaching you with a blindfold. You stiffened as they took away your sight. That didn't seem like something you'd need for potty training. The next thing went around your neck, pressing against your throat and clicking shut as Nanny attached it to you. A collar, you presumed. You lifted a hand to try and feel it, but Nanny quickly caught your hand and slipped it into something warm, thick, and familiar, doing the same with your other hand.
A blindfold, a collar, and mittens.. what is going on?
"There, there," Nanny spoke soothingly as a shiver went down your spine. "I promise, these are completely necessary for potty training."
Their hand rubbed your back for a long moment, before their presence moved away. You heard Nanny open the closet, and wrestle a certain device out of there, wheeling it over to you. You blushed. You knew exactly what it was, and it never stopped being embarrassing when Nanny used it with you. You were a big kid, you could walk! Especially when you were going to start potty training.
"Nanny," you whined. "I don't neeeed a stroller.."
"I know, baby. But you do need a paci gag if you're going to argue with Nanny today," Nanny replied sternly, before shoving yet another instrument of humiliation into your mouth and threading the straps behind your head, tightening it until they were sure you couldn't spit it out.
"Now, come on sweetie. You may not need the stroller, but I want you to be in it," Nanny pressed their finger against the gag for a moment to make it clear that they wanted you suckling on it. Once you started doing that, they placed one hand under your soggy bottom, and the other behind your back, lifting you into the stroller with a grunt of effort.
The stroller was by no means uncomfortable, but that didn't make it any less mortifying for you, or any less amusing for Nanny. Additionally, the stroller had a five-point harness- mostly to ensure that you didn't fall out, but it had the side effect of the crotch strap rubbing and vibrating slightly against your soggy diaper as Nanny wheeled you out of your nursery. You had no idea where they were taking you thanks to the blindfold and the distraction that the crotch strap caused. It was just enough to titillate your aching, denied privates, but not much more than that. The diaper was just too thick, you couldn't wait to get it off. Maybe once you proved to Nanny that you could use the potty, they'd let you take care of the ache down there!
That wasn't the only thing torturous about this ride. Nanny felt the need to stop every five to ten steps to check on one thing or another. From something as small as making sure the water fountains in the hallways were working, to poking their head into a classroom to make sure other kiddos were behaving even without them in the room. Of course, the other caregivers who worked with Nanny would make sure littles behaved in their absence. At one point, you heard the sound of another little getting spanked mercilessly while receiving an equally blistering scolding. It reminded you of what had happened to you yesterday, and you were relieved that Nanny still swayed your stroller in a soothing motion during each stop.
Eventually, your adventures reached the other side of the building. You heard the sound of Nanny entering something into a keypad, and then click of a door unlocking. You swallowed, realizing that you were being taken into the grown-up zone. Only Nanny and their occasional adult visitors were allowed in there. Did this mean Nanny viewed you as an adult now? You hadn't even started using the potty yet. Another door opened, and Nanny wheeled your stroller to a halt, undoing your blindfold but leaving everything else on. You saw the big pink gym bag slung over their shoulder- they stuffed the blindfold into the front pocket and zipped it shut. Then, they took out a small device of some sort, attaching it to the belt on their jeans without a word. You squinted, trying to get a better glimpse, but Nanny made a wide gesture.
"Don't focus on Nanny, sweetie! Take a look around you!" they invited.
You obediently looked around the room, at first puzzled. It wasn't like any of the rooms in the main sector of the nursery. The walls were sleek and dark, nothing like the vibrant and colorful patterns on the nursery wall. The polished white ceramic flooring and smooth white ceiling contrasted the color of the walls in a way that was elegant and professional. You didn't need to be in the grown-up zone of the building to know that you weren't supposed to be in here. Your eyes traced over smooth marble counters, a silver-rimmed mirror behind a massive sink, a bathtub that could comfortably fit at least two adults, and lastly, the very thing that you had wanted to use today. The potty.
ZAP!
As soon as your eyes lingered on the potty for a bit too long, you felt a jolt of electricity, followed by a jolt of fear as you realized that Nanny had locked a shock collar around your neck. They stood there, with the remote, a bright, innocent smile on their face. A faint chuckle escaped them as they observed the terrified expression on your face.
"Look at it, baby," they cooed.
You obediently looked at the toilet again, and you were immediately hit with another zap. You yelped in pain and protest, trying to grab at the collar with your trapped hands, which prompted Nanny to shock you again. Nanny approached your stroller again, unbuckling the harness and grabbing you by the chin, forcing you to keep looking at it.
"See that?" Nanny pointed at the porcelain seat that you hadn't seen in years, ever since Nanny had taken over the responsibility of caring for you. "That's a potty. A real potty, for much bigger kiddos than even your big sister. It's much, much too big and complicated for a baby who still regularly poops their pants without even realizing it. Nanny is the only person in this nursery that's allowed to use this."
Their smile turned ominous as they waved the remote in your face, their thumb grazing over the big button with a glowing red lightning bolt etched onto it. "And this? This is what Nanny calls the good baby button. They call it that because it incentivizes collared little ones to be good babies for me. You're going to obey every single word I say, without hesitation. If you disobey, I'm sure some zappies will help change your mind."
Nanny snapped their fingers. "Okay, sweetie! Out of the stroller, let's see how well you can crawl for Nanny. Can you make it to the potty, do you think?"
Nanny had situated the stroller all the way on the other side of the massive bathroom. You doubted they would just idly sit by and let you make it there, either. But what exactly was their game? You clambered out onto the floor, wincing at how cold and hard it was on your knees compared to the soft carpets and mats that dominated the majority of the nursery. Nanny's foot softly bumped your padded bottom, sending you on your way. As soon as you looked at the toilet again though, Nanny zapped you. Instantly, your legs buckled beneath you, and you lost a bit of control over your bladder, trickling into your diaper as you endured the shock. Nanny watched you, calm and collected despite your whimpers and cries. They just waited for you to get back onto your hands and knees. You cast a wounded look in their direction, but they just gave you that far too innocent smile that they were so good at.
"How's that diaper looking? I hope you're not too wet. Little babies who leak in their diapees surely won't earn potty privileges for a good few years."
That's a condition, you recognized. That's the game. They're going to keep trying to make me leak.
Gritting your teeth, you started on your journey towards the toilet again. As soon as your eyes settled on the porcelain throne again, another zap hit you. You whimpered. Nanny rarely ever used the shock collar on you, they usually just decided a spanking was enough. You would much rather be getting spanked right now. But Nanny showed no such mercy. They kept up with your snail's pace, chuckling as you figured out that you wouldn't be allowed to look at your destination. Your eyes trailed to the floor, making you feel like you were crawling towards an object of worship as you approached the toilet. Then you heard a very different buzzing sound.
Uh-oh.
A moment later, you moaned around your pacifier as you felt Nanny press the buzzy toy against your diaper. The caregiver grabbed your arm, momentarily stopping you in your tracks as you instinctively humped against the wand. For a moment, the thought of potty training vanished from your head. Why go potty when your diapers felt this good?
Stop it. STOP IT. You pulled away from Nanny more forcefully. They were trying to trick you. You wouldn't fall for it! This was your one chance to prove that you could be a grown-up. You wouldn't throw this chance away for the sake of an orgasm. It wasn't worth it. You couldn't think about how warm and wet your diapers always felt against your special spot. Think about how nice it'll be to use an actual toilet!
"Oh? Baby doesn't want cummies?" The teasing words were aimed at the back of your head as you turned back towards the toilet. You briefly set eyes on it to make sure you were headed in the right direction. Just a quick glance, something that earned you an equally quick zap. This time, you gritted your teeth and just kept crawling. You could hear the water in the toilet now. You kept your eyes low to avoid being shocked again, ignoring Nanny's teasing about your soaked bottom. Eventually, your fingers brushed the surface of the toilet, and you twisted onto your bottom and sat there, looking up at Nanny expectantly. A moment later, you felt the buzzy wand on your crotch as Nanny forced your legs open.
"Wow! You made it all the way to the potty for the first time! Do you know what you have to do next, little one?" Nanny cooed as they turned up the buzzy wand, this time holding firm as you tried to wriggle away so you could focus on their words and not their actions. You choked on a moan, trying to close your legs but failing miserably. It had been so long since Nanny had used the wand, it only took thirty seconds for you to start getting close.
"Nahhhhnee," you whined. "Feels funneeee.."
"I know, baby," Nanny replied, pulling the wand back as you neared your climax. "But that's not something potty training little ones get. Good babies get to make cummies in their nappies. If you give up nappies, you give up cummies as well."
What? Big sis never mentioned that.. For the first time, the rose tinted glasses you had viewed potty privileges with were lifted. Was this really what you wanted? Nanny letting you make stickies was a rare treat, but you weren't sure if you could live without it. Nanny said that the occasional release kept you happy and helped you sleep as well as you did. It was true. You always slept best with number threes in your nappy. You looked at the vibrator. Mrs. Buzzy was your friend. Could you live without her helping you out when Nanny decided it was time for a milking?
You shook the thoughts away once again. Once you were potty trained, you would be well on your way back to adulthood. Once you were all grown up, Nanny wouldn't be able to prevent you from making cummies. And it would feel so much better without a diaper between your tightly sealed parts and any stimulation you got down there! If Mrs Buzzy felt this good through a diaper, she must feel amazing without that protective barrier. Determinedly, you started pawing at the tapes on your diaper. Nanny chuckled and crouched down, untaping you but keeping the open diaper close by.
"Well? Time to use it, then," they commanded, narrowing their eyes as you clambered up and settled down on the seat. You could feel more in your bladder waiting to be released, but as you pushed, you realized that your body was going to make that very difficult for you. You should have known, Nanny wasn't just buzzing you off as a reminder of what you were going to lose. They were trying to arouse you so it made it even more difficult to pee.
"Go on! Use it," Nanny encouraged, clapping their hands as they coaxed you. Your pelvic muscles clenched as you tried to push out your pee, but your privates were still pulsing and aching so much from the buzzy wand that nothing came out. You furrowed your eyebrows and whimpered as you pushed so hard that it became painful. Your baby parts ached with need, nothing was going to come out until you took care of it! You dipped a mitten down towards your privates in an attempt to rub. As soon as your hands moved down there, Nanny approached you and grabbed you by the collar. You yelped in alarm as you were dragged off of the toilet onto your hands and knees.
"Excuse me?" they growled, grabbing your chin. "I said you could use the potty. Did Nanny ever give you permission to touch yourself, especially when you're not padded? Answer me!"
"Noooo!" you choked out through your gag, instantly ashamed as Nanny scolded you. "I sorry! It achey!"
Nanny's eyes were cold, clearly nowhere close to forgiving that transgression. But surprisingly, they didn't shock you now. Maybe they were worried about how much you could take from the collar. They just pulled you away from the toilet, wrapping you back up in your soggy diaper, then dragging you back towards the stroller. Your heart sank as you realized what Nanny was doing. You were going to have to restart from the very beginning, going through the same torture to reach the toilet.
"Crawl with me, you ungrateful brat," the caregiver scolded. "We're going to try that again. Good kiddos go potty once they're on the toilet. If you take too long on the potty, you belong in diapers so you don't have to worry about how long it takes to let it out. And you especially belong in diapers if you're going to try and touch yourself the second I take it off of you. You think I'm supposed to trust you outside of diapers if you can't control yourself for longer than a minute?"
You were forced to crawl alongside Nanny, all the way back to your starting point beside the stroller. They kept one hand on your collar the entire time, yanking roughly when you slowed down too much for their liking. They also pressed down on your shoulders when you tried to stand. You had your orders, even the ones that Nanny didn't speak out loud. Back to the stroller you crawled. Nanny took a moment, turning away and composing themself before they turned back with a bright smile on your face. It scared you, because you knew it was fake. You had disappointed Nanny by breaking the rules, and now they were going to make your life even more difficult.
"Okay, baby! That was a little bit of a blip, but I know you didn't mean it! You're going to be a good baby this time, aren't you?" Nanny cooed, digging around in one of the stroller pockets and taking out their favorite belt. You flinched at the sight of it, a hundred memories of being struck by that very belt racing through your mind. "Let's change things up a little bit though. I think you've been using your hands too much."
The belt was used to bind both of your wrists closer together, tightly enough that it couldn't slide too far up your arms. It wouldn't make it impossible to crawl, but it would make it harder, and you would have to focus entirely on keeping your balance. Nanny hummed happily as you allowed them to do up the loop on the belt without any fussing. A moment later, they returned with the blindfold and wrapped it over your eyes. You suckled helplessly on your pacifier, not wanting to think about what Nanny was going to do to make this more difficult for you.
"Okay, baby, I think that's good! Why don't we try that again? Where's the potty, hm? Can you remember where it is?" Nanny nudged your bottom with their foot, encouraging you to start your journey. You twisted around, and set off in a direction that you thought you remembered heading in, hoping it would be correct or at least close to it. You grunted as you struggled to find your balance. You had to spread your legs even wider to keep yourself on balance, practically scooting forward in a way that made your padded bottom bob up and down.
"You might think the blindfold is a little unfair," Nanny's voice echoed around you as they kept up with your pace. "I know you're still struggling with object permanence, but it's necessary to know where the potty is even if you can't see it at all times."
It was hard to argue with that logic. Nanny was always good at finding reasons to restrict your senses even more. And even if you did have a good argument against it, you wouldn't dare to backtalk Nanny. It was the number one rule in the nursery- Nanny knew best, and you should always listen to them. No matter how cruel or unfair it was, your only job was to obey. So you just kept crawling, praying that you would reach the toilet soon..
BZZZ!
You practically screeched as the shock collar went off again. You folded onto the ground, pawing at the collar as best you could with your tightly bound hands. Nanny's laughter only made it ache even worse. Why were they being so mean? They should've been proud that you wanted to be a big kid! But they just seemed to want you to use your diapers even more. What did they get out of this?
"Aww, baby.." Nanny cooed. "Come on now, don't just lay there. I'm going to give you another sixty seconds. If you don't make it to the potty after that amount of time, we're just going to have to try again another day."
Sixty seconds? You scrambled back onto all fours, swinging your head around as you tried to make sense of where you were. Pressing onward like a moose trudging through a river, you chose a direction and scrambled in it as quickly as possible. You were like a senseless mutt, whimpering and sniveling as you tried to find your way. It was a sight almost as pathetic as it was adorable.
And in that instant, you knew you had lost. Even if you could somehow reach the potty, Nanny would find a way to make sure you lost. They allowed this whole game because they knew you had no chance of winning. It was over, and it was time to let go. You slumped to the ground, letting your tears fall, swallowing your pride and releasing into the padding around your waist. But it didn't stand a chance of holding against this last flood, and in no time at all, you heard the sound of liquid dribbling on the hard, polished floor. A clear, humiliating indicator of your defeat.
"Aww, is that a little leaky from the baby? That's okay, sweetie!" Nanny smiled, taking away your blindfold as they watched you leak uncontrollably on the floor. "I don't think you're quite ready for the potty if you're leaking on the way there, or if you can't use it when you're on it. Nanny is very proud of you for trying, though!"
Scooping you up, they carried you back over to the stroller. Nanny set you back in it for a few minutes while they took out and laid out a pink changing mat, all while you sniffled and whined and avoided eye contact with the grown-up, eventually covering your eyes entirely so you couldn't see Nanny preparing to even further distance you from potty training. The caregiver made a point of being as loud as possible as they took out the changing supplies and fluffed out a diaper. Then you heard a clicking sound, followed by the sound of something soft being sliced a few times. Something like a soft diaper getting small holes sliced in it to let pee through..
Oh no.
You started crying quietly as the sound of more crinkling and rustling confirmed your suspicions that Nanny was double diapering you. Double diapers were reserved for particularly naughty or leaky littles. In Nanny's eyes, both were your case, so this was as fitting as the diapers would be around your waist. Nanny soon finished with their preparation, and you heard their heels clicking against the ground as they reapproached you. Your hands were gently moved away from your face, revealing a smile that was even brighter and more enthusiastic than usual.
"Shh," Nanny said softly, using a thumb to brush away your tears. "It's okay. It's okay, baby. More than okay, in fact. You're much cuter in diapers than undies or pullups anyways. Trust me, I know all about it. Only grown-ups can be truly potty trained, and that's just not you. Not now. Not anytime soon."
Nanny lifted you out of the stroller and onto the changing mat, quickly undoing your tapes and rolling up the soggy padding into a ball, then wiping you down and sliding the diapers beneath you. They squirted baby lotion into their hands, beginning to gently rub it in. You suckled on your pacifier, still trying to calm yourself. You had to admit, Nanny's touch was really helping with that. So smooth and gentle, never going too fast, never overwhelming you, even when their fingers brushed your most intimate areas. They smiled brightly as you looked up at them for reassurance, leaning down and pecking your tummy affectionately. Slowly, your cries quieted until you were just sulking in silence as the smell of baby powder hit your nose a moment before the cool, ticklish ointment sprinkled down onto you, covering up any other smells in the bathroom.
"It's better this way," Nanny reassured you. "You're much better fitted for diapers and buzzies than you are for undies and big kid playtime. Your diapers feel good anyways, don't they? I promise, undies don't feel nearly as amazing on your baby parts. And diapers have much cuter patterns. Just look at this one I've chosen to put on you along with this white one! It has cute little pink princesses on it- don't you like princesses, baby?"
It was the same one Nanny had fluffed up that morning, only for you to reject it. The smiling princesses on it seemed to mock your failure. You nodded reluctantly as Nanny rubbed the powder in, pushing your legs up to sprinkle your bottom as well. You couldn't help but giggle at how soft everything felt. Especially the heavenly feeling of the cushy padding being folded up over your crotch and wrapped around your waist. Nanny took their time counting out all four tapes of the first, plain white diaper, instructing you to count as well to give you something to focus on. Then they started taping up the promised princess printed diaper. The humiliation of the moment was outweighed by your relief that Nanny still loved you despite your mistakes. You smiled. Nanny beamed.
"There we go! I think you'll be doubled up for a few days, maybe a few weeks," they announced proudly. "Just so that you remember who makes the decisions about who gets to use the potty here. Because it's not you in either case, baby. It's Nanny. And it's that way for a good reason."
Pushing up your legs once again, Nanny delivered three decisive pats to your thickly padded bottom, before ushering you up onto your feet for one final moment of humiliation. Your caregiver picked up the full, leaky diaper and dumped it into your hands. "Hold that. Do you know what that is? You did that, baby. All by yourself. Every single drop of peepee and big kid juices in that diaper came from you. And that's the reason that it'll never be you in charge. You're not a grown-up, and you're not allowed to use the potty. That's not going to change anytime soon, little one. I think you and your sister are both needing a bit of a reminder of where you belong. I'll handle her later, but right now, you're Nanny's primary concern, and they have one more gift for you."
You started to cry again as they teased you. But nothing could have prepared you for what came next.
"Now, Nanny's been holding in their own peepees for a very long time, but I don't think you deserve an example of how a grown-up uses the potty. Hmm.. what's a Nanny to do in a situation like this?" Nanny tugged at the waistband of their yoga pants, letting them drop to the ground. You gulped as you saw the thin, lacy red panties they were wearing, doing little to conceal their own grown-up parts. You started to back away, but Nanny grabbed your hair and pulled you close with a laugh. "No no, Nanny needs you for this part, baby!"
Nanny guided you down to your knees with that firm grip on your hair, turning your head away so you couldn't see them taking off their panties. You felt Nanny let go of your hair and instead pull back the waistband of your diaper, pressing their crotch against your lower back. You started sobbing as you realized what was happening, gasping as hot liquid began to stream down your back and funneled into your diaper. Nanny let out a dramatic sigh of relief, using their free hand to cup your crotch as the diaper grew warmer and wetter. They let out a steady stream of piss for almost twenty seconds before it slowed into a trickle. But they didn't step away until every last drop was safely in your diaper.
"What?" they teased as you whined. "I thought I made it clear that you only potty in your diapers. It shouldn't make a difference if Nanny also pees in it, you're going to be filling it yourself in no time anyways."
You just buried your head in your hands, crying as you heard Nanny putting their clothes back on. What made it even worse is that you could feel how aroused Nanny had been when their grown-up parts made contact with your skin. They got off on bullying you like this, making sure that you felt like a helpless, stupid baby at all times.
"Now that you're all nice and wet, I think it's about time for your nap. The wetter you are, the better you sleep. Can you say 'thank you' to Nanny for helping you fill your diapers?"
Defeated and demure, your shoulders slumped as Nanny guided you into a warm, soft embrace. You had to admit, Nanny's touch was a much cozier feeling than sitting in a stroller being wheeled to the potty, or sitting on the potty itself. It was where you belonged, as much as your diapers were. You buried your head in your Nanny's shirt, and you choked out your final words.
"Fank you, Nanny. I wuv you.."
"Good baby."
It had been a long day. You had a humiliating, intense morning, and the afternoon did little to help you recover from it, especially after Nanny had made sure everyone else knew that you had failed a potty training test that morning. You had been subjected to teasing from other littles and other caregivers up until your bedtime, which Nanny had decided would be two hours early. That night, Nanny was happy to watch as you curled up in your crib, a content smile on your face despite the harsh treatment that you had experienced at their hand today. They hoped that you would know better for next time. Potty training just wasn't for babies like you. Not until Nanny decided you were big enough to.
Picking up their favorite paddle from where they had set it on the coloring desk, they exited your nursery, softly shutting the door as to not wake you from your well-deserved 5PM bedtime. Hopefully you wouldn't be so fussy tomorrow, and would forget all about the potty by then. In the meantime, Nanny had a silly little toddler to punish, one that had been a bit too big for her britches for quite a while now. Nanny could handle a bit of cockiness over using the training potty, but they drew the line at inspiring the idea that you could start potty training. She had looked a bit too smug when Nanny had made everyone aware of what happened to you this morning.
It was about time someone put her back in her place. Self-proclaimed "big" girls could take big punishments. A thoroughly paddled bottom, a couple weeks on a gag order, and a couple months back in thick diapers having her potty training meticulously coerced out of her. To remind her that Nanny could take away her privileges at any time. That would suffice for the angel of death softly treading down the hallway towards their next victim.
The fluorescent lights hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow over the rows of grown men sitting cross-legged on the padded floor. Their thick, crinkling diapers, some adorned with cartoon dinosaurs, others plain white, bulged slightly under their baby blue t-shirts. Ms. Harper stood at the front of the room, arms crossed, watching with a smirk as the last straggler, a broad-shouldered man with a buzz cut, shuffled in. His face was flushed, his jaw clenched. He hated being here. That only made it sweeter.
The screen flickered to life, and the room fell silent.
"Good boys fill their diapers," the cheerful voice cooed, accompanied by the image of a muscular man in a onesie, his face twisted in pleasure as he rocked his hips against the padding. "The toilet is only for girls. You are a baby boy."
Ms. Harperās lips curled. She loved this part.
Jakeās fingers twitched against the plastic between his legs. The diaper was thick, too thick, but that was the point. He could feel his body responding to the hypnotic rhythm of the screen. "You donāt need to hold back. Let it all out, baby boy." The words slithered into his ears, warm and sticky.
Beside him, Tommy giggled, already grinding his hips into the floor. His diaper crinkled loudly with every movement, the sound filling the space between them. Jake swallowed hard. He hated this. He loved this.
"Good boys donāt fight it," the voice purred.
Jakeās breath hitched. His cock strained against the padding, the friction maddening. He shifted, trying to ignore it, but the screen flashed, another man, this one on all fours, humping his diaper like a dog in heat. "Youāre just like him. Arenāt you?"
Tommy moaned softly, his hands rubbing his diaper. Jakeās face burned. He wasnāt like this. He wasnāt.
But his hips betrayed him, rocking forward, just once.
Ms. Harperās heels clicked as she strolled between the rows. Some of the boys were already lying flat on their tummies, their diapers crinkled obscenely as they humped the floor . Others, like Jake, still fought it, their faces twisted in shame.
"You canāt help it," the voice crooned. "Youāre a baby boy. And baby boys fill their diapers."
Jakeās teeth ground together. His cock throbbed, trapped, the pressure unbearable. He could smell it, the baby powder, the plastic, the musk of sweat and something fouler. His hips jerked again, his ass lifting off the floor.
Ms. Harper reached over, her fingers brushing Jakeās thigh. "Cāmon, Jakey," she whispered, her voice high and teasing. "You know you wanna."
Jake groaned, his pride crumbling. His hands rubbed the fabric of his diaper, pulling it tighter against his cock. The screen flashed "Good boys donāt think. Good boys just feel." and Jake stopped thinking.
The room was a symphony of crinkling plastic and ragged breaths. Ms. Harper paused beside Jake, watching as his hips pistoned upward, his diaper crinkling with every desperate thrust. His face was a mask of pleasure and humiliation, his lips parted in a silent gasp.
"Thatās it," she murmured, her voice dripping with amusement. "Let it all out."
Jakeās back arched. His cock pulsed, the sensation overwhelming. He wasnāt going to... he couldnāt...
But he did.
His body shuddered, his hips stuttering as he came into the diaper. The warmth spread, the padding swallowing every last drop. His face burned, his chest heaving.
Tommy clapped, his own diaper squelching with every movement. "Good boy, Jakey!"
Ms. Harperās smile widened. "Thatās what I thought."
"You help..." Chloe said, her words trailing off into a meek half-whisper.
She stood there in the doorway, gripping the hem of her sweater with tight fingers. Her eyes refused to meet Paige's.
Paige was sitting in her chair in the reading room, an old, open book in her hands, with the blinds and curtains drawn on this gray, rainy afternoon that would soon bleed over into evening. A small porcelain vase of pink and purple flowers sat on the table beside her. Paige had just moved to turn to the next page when Chloe came into view.
"Everything okay, honey? I didn't quite hear what you said."
Chloe tugged at her sweater, pulling it further down over her leggings. She shifted her feet, staring down at her socks, and taking note of their unusual dampness.
"You... you help, please..."
This time, Paige heard her, and seemed to at once know what Chloe needed. She stood up from her chair and set her book aside, failing to hide the knowing smirk that peeked out from the edges of her lips.
"Of course, honey," Paige said. "Come over here for me, okay?"
Chloe nodded and did as she was told, reluctantly shuffling over to stand before Paige like a schoolgirl awaiting a uniform inspection, one she knew she wouldn't pass.
"Okay, let's see what happened here," Paige said.
She reached to lift Chloe's sweater, and though Chloe let out a soft whine, she didn't protest. Paige lifted Chloe's sweater to assess the damage, and sure enough, she found that Chloe's leggings were drenched at the crotch, and that the stains had spread all the way down her legs, even into her soaked socks.
"Uh oh, sweetie..." Paige's tone was soft, almost melodic, and it soothed Chloe's ears. "What happened, you couldn't hold it?"
Chloe didn't speak. She just nodded, not wanting to admit out loud what she had done. Having to stand there and ask for help like a child was bad enough. She could have gotten changed on her own, could have saved herself this embarrassment, but...
"Tell you what, sweetie," Paige continued. "Why don't we go upstairs and get you out of these wet clothes, okay? I bet they're not very comfy, huh?"
Again, Chloe could only nod.
"Thought so. Okay love, take my hand." She held out her hand like it was the only logical place for Chloe's to go. "I'll take you upstairs and we'll get you some fresh, clean clothes."
Chloe grabbed Paige's hand, and Paige led the both of them upstairs and into their shared bedroom. Chloe stood at the side of the bed, waiting as Paige rummaged through their drawers to find something suitable for the evening.
"Okay, lay down for me, honey," Paige said, and Chloe followed orders like a good little soldier. "Do you want your jammies, baby? We can get you all ready for bed, if you want. Does that sound nice?"
Chloe let out a faint little, "Y-yeah..."
Paige took out a bundle of clothes and set them on the bed beside Chloe, but didn't go to help her into them yet. Instead, the woman's loving gaze turned into one still tender, but also more serious. Chloe's muscles tensed a bit at the sight.
"Now listen, love. I know you're probably pretty embarrassed, and I promise, I'm not mad at you. But I need you to think about something for me, okay?" Paige's more stern look was paired with an equally more firm tone, but just as soon as the seriousness had come, a reassuring and warm smile returned to her face.
"Since you had an accident," Paige continued, "Do you think maybe it would be a good idea to put on one of your pullups for the night? Or do you think you wanna try big girl undies again?"
Chloe squirmed on the bed. She knew this question was coming. She so badly wanted to hide her face, to flip over and bury her head in the blankets. But she knew Paige trusted her to be vulnerable in this moment, and she... well, she trusted Paige, too.
"I... I dunno," she said.
Paige's smile down at her turned even softer and more loving. "That's alright, my love. If you want, I can decide for you. Would you like that?"
Chloe thought about it, but she wasn't sure what she wanted, and she knew what Paige would pick, so she just kept quiet.
"Tell you what," Paige said. "How about for now, we just get you cleaned up, and you can think about what you want, okay? Go ahead and lift up for me."
Paige pressed her hands beneath Chloe's legs and gently lifted. Chloe breathed deep, relaxing her muscles, and let Paige's hands guide her wherever they pleased. Paige knew what she was doing, and she would handle this for her. Chloe knew she didn't have to worry.
"That's it, that's my girl," Paige cooed.
She pulled Chloe's soaking wet leggings down from her waist, the fabric clinging to her wet skin. From the nightstand, Paige grabbed the small box of baby wipes they always kept within reach, but before she got to work, Chloe shook her head to stop her.
"What's wrong sweetie? I've got your wipies right here."
Chloe didn't want to think anymore. She didn't want to have thoughts. She was tired, and the rain outside tapping against the windows, it was so soothing. Almost as soothing as Paige... as...
"M-Mommy..." she whispered. "Can I... Can I have my paci?"
A huffed, quiet laugh escaped Paige's lips, filtered through a beaming smile. "Of course you can have your paci, baby girl."
She reached back toward the nightstand, but this time into the drawer where they kept Chloe's most babyish supplies. She pulled out Chloe's paci, and something else, but Chloe didn't want to acknowledge that other thing in that moment.
"Here baby, Mommy's got your paci. Say 'ahhh...'" She took the lilac-colored accessory and gently plopped it into her baby's open mouth. "Does baby want one of her stuffies, too?" Paige asked.
Chloe cooed from behind her pacifier, letting out a small giggle and saying, "Yeah... wan Oscar." Oscar was her stuffed bear, her oldest and most cherished stuffie companion. Paige returned with him in mere seconds.
"Here you go, baby. That's it, that's my good girl." She handed Chloe her bear and went back to work cleaning her up, wiping her down until there was no more yucky accident left covering her legs. Chloe clung to Oscar extra tight, babbling to herself and soaking in the delicate affection and care.
"That's it, baby. There we go, all clean! Doesn't that feel so much better?"
Chloe giggled. "Yeah! No more wet!"
"That's right! No more wet, all dry!" She tickled Chloe's exposed tummy softly. "Now sweetie, Mommy is ready to get her little girl all comfy cozy for the night, so let's get your jammies on."
"Please Mommy."
"Do you think you want your jammie bottoms tonight, or just your top, hun? Mommy doesn't want you to get too hot in bed tonight."
Chloe thought about it for a moment, then remembered the other thing her Mommy had gotten out of the drawer. "Both, please..."
"Okay, sweet girl. And what about underneath? Panties, or pullups? Or do you want Mommy to pick for you?"
There it was, the question Chloe had been quietly dreading. Something from deep within her tummy bubbled all the way up to her throat, a sudden intense worry that this wasn't okay, that she shouldn't be doing this.
"No pullups..." she said.
Paige's look lingered a while, maybe waiting to see if Chloe would change her mind. But then, she relented. "Okay little one, if you're really sure. We can skip the pullup tonight and put you in some dry undies instead. Would that feel better, love?"
It would feel better. It would feel safer. It would ease the rising tension threatening to crawl out of her throat. And yet, in that moment, Chloe decided not to choke the feeling back down. Instead, she took one more long, deep breath, and simply let it all go. She gazed into Paige's eyes. There was no shame there, no embarrassment. Only love. And care. And kindness.
"But..." Chloe said, still hesitant.
"Yes, love? Go ahead, baby. Mommy's right here for you. You can use your words for me, I won't be upset."
Chloe nodded. "But... scared."
Paige took her hand and brushed it through Chloe's hair, pulling a loose clump of strands behind her ear. "Why are you scared, my love? Are you worried you'll have another accident? Is that it?"
All Chloe could do was nod. Suddenly, her eyes refused to meet her caregiver's once again.
"Sweetie," Paige said, brushing Chloe's cheek and gently guiding her face to look at her. "Don't you remember what Mommy always tells you about your accidents, honey? That no matter what, no matter how big or small you are, no matter how many accidents you have, Mommy loves you. I know it doesn't always feel good to not be able to hold it, sweetie, but I promise. Mommy still loves you, just the way you are."
Despite herself, Chloe couldn't hold herself back from letting out a few soft sniffles, even if she refused to let her tears be more than that. "I... I didn't mean to, Mommy... an'... an I don't wanna get the bed all wet..."
Paige continued to comfort her little girl, running her fingers through her hair and patting her head just like her mother would do to her when she was little. "Thank you for letting Mommy know, baby girl. You're doing such a good job for me."
Paige grabbed the other object she'd retrieved from the drawer, and it made an unmistakable rustle as she picked it up. "In that case, I think it would be a good idea to go ahead and put you in this pullup, sweetie. Just for tonight, okay? Then you can try big girl panties again tomorrow, if you want. Here, Mommy will even put it on you. She'll get her little girl all changed and ready for bed!"
"Mommy..."
"Yes baby?"
"Is it the print with flowers on it? I like the one with flowers..."
Paige just smiled and held the pullup up for Chloe to see. Sure enough, it was covered in pretty pink and purple flowers. "It is, baby. My little girl always looks so pretty in her flowers."
Paige opened up the pullup and gave the sides a good stretch. She had Chloe lift her legs for her again, though not as high this time. And in one swift motion, Paige pulled the padded garment all the way up Chloe's legs, lifted her baby's butt, and settled her protection right into its place. She even made sure to adjust it a few times to ensure the fit was just right.
Then, it was time for Chloe's jammies. Two pieces, a top and bottom, both on just as fast as her pullup. "There we go, baby! All done! Doesn't that feel so much better?" Chloe gave her Mommy a confident, albeit blushy, nod. "That's my little girl. You did so well for me!"
Paige helped Chloe fully onto the bed, now decked out in her cozy jammies and protected, padded bottom. But before Paige could tuck her in, Chloe turned over to look back at her girlfriend.
"Mommy," Chloe said. "Am I... am I still a good girl? Even though I had an accident..."
Paige leaned forward and planted the most loving kiss on Chloe's forehead, leaving it to linger there for a few extra beats before pulling back with an emphatic smooch. "You're not just any good girl, sweetie. You're my good girl. You're Mommy's good girl, forever and always. And no amount of accidents could ever change that."
"You really promise?"
"Pinkie promise." Paige held out her pinkie finger, and Chloe's soon joined in. They both squeezed tight and shook up and down.
"Will you lay with me, Mommy?"
"Of course I will, my little love. Mommy's right here with you. Go ahead and scooch that cute little diaper butt over for me, princess, and I'll hop right in bed with you."
"Mommy! It's a pullup! Not a diaper!"
Paige giggled and grinned as she scooched her little girl over on the bed, making room to snuggle up next to her beneath the covers. "Whatever you say, little girl." She pulled the covers up tight over both of them and wrapped her arm around Chloe, pulling her all the way into the natural curve of her body, settling into the spot where she belonged.
Chloe went back to fully sucking on her paci, and there, like that, the two of them snuggled for the rest of the evening, until little Chloe had drifted far off into dreamland. But all the while, she could feel Mommy's warmth fully embracing her, never leaving for even a moment.
"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- aā¦" 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, wellā¦" 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 vibeā¦ slide your fingers coyly over the buttonsā¦ 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 goodā¦"
"Gggnnnuuuuuhhh!!
Wellā¦
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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when i was a very young child, the woman who titled herself my mother decided that she needed to check to ensure i was sleeping through the night. this involved coming into my room at random and scolding me if my eyes were even open. obviously, i learned quickly to pretend to be asleep if i heard her coming.
fast forward to literally every doctors visit i had after learning this: every year, on my checkup, the doctor asks if i have trouble falling asleep and staying asleep through the night. every year, i say āyesā only for my mother to stop me and say āno you donāt, i check on you every night and youāre always dead asleepā and for whatever reason the pediatrician never once asked to have a checkup without her in the room or asked her to stop interrupting me. so i waited until i was 16 and under the care of OTHER abusers who my mother payed to hold me on a ranch against my will. those caretakers found that i was unable to sleep though the night and THEY were the ones to advocate for me to get sleeping meds. not so i could have a more comfortable rest, but so that i wouldnāt be so tired on the ranch.
anyway i smoke weed now and i donāt dread bedtime anymore because falling asleep is easy now, and even when it isnāt, i know i wonāt be in trouble for it anymore.
i bring up the weed for a very important reason. many people believe that using weed to fall asleep will remove your ability to fall asleep without it. people will see me struggling to sleep without weed and they will assume that iāve done this to myself, that iāve smoked so much i cant be without it. many people even believe this about themselves. weed is not the reason you cant sleep without weed. most people who cant sleep without weed COULDNT SLEEP BEFORE WEED!!!!!!!
omo hotel where you are asked on check-in if you Still wet the bed and have to endure the looks of the check in staff as you blush and admit that you still do wet at night....or as you fervently deny it while they roll their eyes....or as you mumble that ofc you dont wet the bed but um....well sometimes you um....you sweat a lot and it kinda makes the sheets wet and.....
rooms can be booked with or without a functioning bathroom, a shared bathroom.....or a bathroom at the end of a long dark scary corridor that you'll have to brave if you wake up having to go.
and its not like the power is reliable- you might find you wake up to a fully dark hotel with no light at all...
of course, if its too scary you can always try to hold it til morning...
laundry is free....but you do have to tell them when you check it in what item of clothing it is and you'll have to watch them take it out of the bag and note down the details for the form: one bedsheet, large wet spot. one pair of shorts- small damp patch at crotch.
signs that you can hang on the door- do not disturb ofc, but also a sign for if you've had an accident and need dry sheets. possibly not even one that you hang yourself but one that the maid hangs for you.
a wake up service which can be for the morning....or that can be in the night as a reminder for you to get up and try to go to the bathroom so you dont have an accident. possibly one which also asks if youre still dry.....
