My sub was cuddled up on my lap, and I could tell he was messing himself, but now he’s still and quiet, but his body still feel tense under my hands.
“Are you okay? Are you having trouble with it coming out, or something?”
He shakes his head into my shoulder.
“Why did you stop, sweetheart? I know you have to go more.” I rub my hand across his stomach under his shirt. “Your belly is all hard.” He presses his face harder into my shoulder.
“I wanted to go slow,” he mumbles into my tshirt.
“Like, to savor the feeling?”
He hesitates and then I feel his head move slowly up and down, pulling at the fabric of my shirt.
“Aw, you like it that much?” I ask, rubbing a hand up and down his back. He just whimpers in response. “It sounds like it. Would it be okay if I told you when to push, honey? Would that work better?”
His whole body reacts, his hips jerk and his hands, wrapped around my back and buried in the couch cushions, squeeze my shirt.
“Do you want me to tell you when to go? Then we can draw it out as much as you like.”
“Mhm,” he says very quickly.
“Okay, honey, push now.” He grunts. “Slow. Stop.” I rest my palm against the back of his diaper. “Push again. Stop.” I pause for longer this time, so that there isn’t a rhythm to it.
“Wait,” he says, “can I go again? Now I reallyy need to.” He’s wiggling his hips against my thighs.
“No, sweetheart. You’re holding it right now…okay, now you can push a little. Slowly, honey, easy. Slow down. Stop.” I run my hand across his belly. It’s still hard.
“I need to make a really big log,” he murmurs in my ear. “I—I can feel it.”
“You can push again, now. Just go slow.” He grunts again. I can feel his body tensing. “Now stop.”
Top Ten Little Things a Spouse Can Do for Their ABDL...
Been meaning to write this for awhile… my wife is not into diapers, but is very understanding of my interest in them. While she does not enjoy wearing them, she has no problem if I feel the need to put one on. Still, she finds little ways to be a part of my fetish without having to make herself uncomfortable.
Here is a quick list of the top ten ways she adds to the diaper experience without wearing one herself. If you have a spouse that does not want to play an active role in your diaper play, maybe they might still be willing to do some of these things:
10. Makes me diaper myself in front of her.
I can get shy when I decide to put on a diaper. I usually will retreat to a private area to get suited up, but she will often put her foot down and tell me to just diaper up in front of her. She’s never really looking since she isn’t really interested, but the idea that she might be watching is very appealing.
9. Draws attention to the fact that I am wearing.
She doesn’t ever do it unless we are alone (she knows I don’t want anyone else to know). During those times she will mention that I am crinkling, or give a playful slap on my butt. Sometimes she will just grab me and nod her approval.
8. Demands I strip down to check me out.
If I am wearing a pair of sweatpants or loose pajama pants and walk by she occasionally will stop me and tell me to drop my pants. She’ll then have me turn around a few times, and revel in my shyness. Sometimes she’ll drop a remark if I am wet, saying I need to go change.
7. Makes me wet in front of her.
This is pretty huge for me, since I am a bit shy when it comes to peeing. It doesn’t happen often, but there have been times where she’ll tell me to wet myself and wait until I obey.
6. Makes me wear in public.
Another huge one, since she knows I feel awkward going out in public with a diaper. Almost any trip to the movies she will check to see that I am wearing a diaper before we go. There is no feeling as awesome as when she pulls back the back of my pants to make sure I am all diapered up for a movie with her.
However sometimes it is also for regular outings. We’ll be going out and she will tell me to go put on a diaper before we go. Or I have an errand to run and she’ll ask if I’m wearing a diaper.
She doesn’t do it for herself, it’s only because she knows I love it when she does it. I had to sit down and ask her to do it in the beginning, but now it’s just second nature for her.
5. Mentions diapers during sex.
She won’t wear a diaper, but she doesn’t mind talking about it. She’ll often mention what she’d look like if she put one on, using at as a form of “dirty talk” that appeals to me.
4. Never asks… commands.
She knows that it is more of a thrill for me if I don’t have a choice, so she will make it a point of forcing me to put on a diaper. She notices when I am in the mood, or just need a pick me up, and will suddenly get an evil look in hereyes and say, “Go put on a diaper. NOW.“
3. Surprises me with a prolonged diapering.
This can happen out of the blue, where she will suddenly tell me to wear diapers around the clock. Usually she will allow me to use the toilet when I need to poop, but the best times are when she doesn’t even allow that. The times that I would ask permission to use the toilet to poop, and she would say no, are probably some of my best diapered moments.
2. Interrupts me in the bathroom and gives me a diaper.
To be fair, when I need to poop I can be in the bathroom for thirty minutes or more and my wife hates to wait. On occasion she will come in and give me a diaper, telling me to get off the toilet. I don’t get any say in this and have to vacate the bathroom for her immediately.
There have also been instances where I need to be doing something (like cleaning or packing to go out for a weekend) when my stomach starts cramping up. This usually means that I am out of commission for twenty minutes while she continues on her own. Sometimes she gets fed up and makes me put on a diaper instead so I can keep helping.
1. She is accepting, even though it is not her thing.
Bottom line, she accepts me for who I am and doesn’t let my love of diapers bother her in the least. She finds little ways to add to my experience without allowing it to affect her. She recognizes that this is something I need, and has always helped to make me feel better about myself. She makes sure I don’t look at diapers as a negative aspect of my life.
50 MORE things to say to your diaper-wearing little!
Well this got a lot of notes the first time around, so I’ll give the people more of what they want! Here are 50 more cute quips to infantilize your partner with.
C’mon little one, once we’ve gotten you out of the tub we’ll put your nighttime diaper and pajamas on, and then we’ll get you a bottle before bed. Don’t worry, we’ll put a stuffer in your diaper so that your bottle doesn’t make you leak.
Uh-uh baby, if you need to adjust your diaper you tell me. If I let you do it yourself it wont fit right, it should be a bit snug to catch all your pee-pees. I’m
And presto! With a dash of powder and a dab of lotion my baby boy/girl is fresh and ready for their clean diaper!
I’ve been reading that fussy little babies sometimes try to take off their diapies, so we’re going to make sure that doesn’t happen. Can you go find the duct tape little one?
Baby girl/boy, if you think that your diaper is staying on for your spanking you have another thing coming. Come here, let mommy/daddy shimmy it down, and then get over my knee.
Look here little one, this tea is great for making clearing up that little bought of constipation you’ve been having. A couple glasses and you’ll just have to get used to making uh-ohs and oopsies in your diapers.
It’s a good thing that we put a harness on your highchair baby, you always get so squirmy I check your diapers. Speaking of which, let’s see if you’ve wet since you started eating.
Lay still baby, and don’t you even think about peeking at what mommy/daddy is doing during your diaper change. You just worry about filling them and I’ll worry about changing them.
Where do you think you’re going little one? I can’t let you go out to the grocer without a fresh diaper, why don’t we head to the nursery for a minute and then you can go play store for me.
I love how this skirt fits you baby, and I love how I can always tell if your diaper is wet while you’re wearing it, it’s so convenient.
Put down the screen baby girl/boy and come over here for some snuggles. Don’t worry, you can have your phone back after you tell me you need a diapie change.
I think I’ll put your mittens on before bedtime baby, last time I let you have your hands you got yourself into trouble. I know you won’t admit it, but you can’t help but touch yourself in a wet diaper.
I got a new pacifier for you little one! Look, it’s got a strap to keep it in your mouth. Let’s put it on now, so you don’t whine as I wipe your bottom when I change your diaper.
C’mon baby and sit on my lap. Oh, I see, you don’t want to mush the mess you made in your diaper when I bounce you on my knee, but don’t worry, mommy/daddy will clean you up after you admit how much you like it.
Hmm, you’re awfully quiet right now baby. Why don’t you get that padded tush over here, my mommy/daddy-senses know that you’re about to get into mischief.
If you think you’re even close to wearing training pants/panties today, you are sadly mistaken. In fact, I think we’re going to do double diapers for nap time, you’ve had a lot of juice this morning.
We need to make a run to the store and restock on some supplies for YOUR changing table, I’d hate to put you in YOUR diapers without baby powder and diaper rash cream.
Baby, why don’t you fetch me a drink from the kitchen. You clearly don’t need one with how full that diaper is, and I want to see you waddle.
Careful baby, you’re about to have a run-in with the tickle monster, and I know that you can’t hold your pee-pees when you can’t stop laughing.
I think you need some tummy time little one. Lay down and let me get a good view of that cute diapered bottom.
Baby your diaper is so full one of the crotch snaps on your onesie has already popped open. I guess that’s a signal that I need to undo the others, let’s go change your diaper.
Don’t worry baby, the only people that will know you are diapered are the two of us, unless you act up while we’re out and I need smack your bottom. I don’t want you to think I won’t do it either, I’d rather you suffer the embarrassment of being spanked in public than having a tantrum in public.
You make it so obvious that you love your diapers baby, I can see how excited you get every time I change you. Maybe if you’re a good boy/girl we can do something about that before bedtime.
It’s a good thing we put that stuffer in your diaper baby, you definitely would have leaked by now and I won’t be able to change you for another hour.
Oh baby I could just eat you up, you’re so adorable when you try to wear big girl/boy clothes. Come on, let’s stop pretending and dress you in your footie pajamas before naptime.
Quit squirming little one, you have the sniffles and I want to take your temperature. Yes, of course we’re doing it rectally, because it’s the most accurate way for babies who wear diapers, so let’s get these legs in the air and hold still for a minute.
Prince/Princess it’s time to calm down and get ready for bedtime. Let’s get in the bathtub and then I’ll let you pick out your diaper cover for tonight since you’ll be in a think overnight diaper.
Don’t cry baby, I love you regardless of the fact that you can’t keep your underpants/panties clean. But this just proves that you need diapers, so go get me a towel for you to lie down on while I get your diaper bag.
Do you want some ice cream baby girl/boy? Okay, let’s get you into your highchair. Yes you do have to be strapped in, I don’t care if you don’t like that the crotch strap pushes your diaper against your groin, now let’s get a bib on you.
Oopsie! Your diaper is so full that you fell down. Let’s get you cleaned up so you can get back to toddling, I can smell that you really need a diapie change.
I bought a magic wand for us to use before bedtime baby, now I don’t even have to take off your diapers to relieve you, you can just make stickies in your pants like a good little one.
Give me your hand little one, I don’t want you wandering off by yourself. We’ll only be in here for a minute, I just need to get some suppositories for you for later today.
No baby, the potty is off limits. You’ve already wet that diaper at least once this afternoon, so it would be pointless to let you use the toilet now.
Maybe pullups weren’t the best choice today, they don’t hold as much as your diapers and I think they’ve already hit their limits for pee-pee. I guess we’ll try again much, MUCH later.
Potty training? As if baby, you’re going to be in diapers for a long time. Now lay down and let mommy/daddy take care of you, and maybe one day I won’t have to wipe you when you pee your pants.
Yes, you’re very sexy baby and mommy/daddy loves to see you naked, but they love it more when you’re in diapers.
You know the rules little one, if you don’t make a pushie by the end of naptime in your diapers I’m going to make it happen. I’ll just leave this enema on the table near your crib to remind you how serious I am.
We’re done changing you on the floor baby, I got a new changing table for us to use. You have too many accidents not to have a dedicated piece of furniture for mommy/daddy to change your diapers.
We’re only halfway through this road trip and you’re already soaked. I’m going to have to pullover and change you in the backseat, and no, you don’t have a say in this.
If I get you a new stuffie you have to promise I won’t catch you rubbing up against it during naptime. I know you’re desperate for a release when you get sent to bed in a fresh diaper.
Oh I think your skirt is just long enough for my liking little one, any longer and I wouldn’t be able to check your diapies so easily. In fact, let’s do a quick check right now just to be sure.
If you’re so against using your diapers, maybe I just need to tie you down until you don’t have a choice. A couple hours strapped to the crib might be just the thing you need to realize you’re just a little baby.
My gosh aren’t you just too cute when you get the kicky feets baby, and your diaper is so crinkly when you get wiggly.
Oh I don’t think so baby, that phone isn’t for little babies like you. Why don’t you color me a picture, I know you love coloring because you don’t even realize when you wet yourself when you’re making a pretty picture.
Yes, this diaper is really thick baby, but if it wasn’t you would leak during naptime. Now spread your legs nice and wide and keep them up high so I can powder your bottom.
I think we’re going to keep you in diapers all weekend baby. I just love the idea of keeping you in soft padding and listening to your little moans when I wipe your prince/princess parts.
Don’t test me baby, I’ll gladly take you over my knee and pull down your diaper for a spanking if you need one. Maybe it’s time for a timeout, but I’ll pull your pants down first so I can get a good look at that bottom before a blister it.
Naptime little one! I’ve got your favorite pajamas, your pacifier gag and a nice thick overnight diaper for you, so let’s not fuss while I strap you to the changing table, I think I’m going to take my time with you before putting you down in your crib, but you’re not going to cum until you wake up.
Awwww, are you a little stinky right now? I think you can go a little longer before I change you, you haven’t made any pee-pees yet and I don’t want to put you in a fresh diaper right before you wet.
I love you so much baby girl/boy, you’re my precious little diapie baby and I would have it no other way.
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1. I’m glad you’re home from work sweetie, why don’t you tell me about your day while I put you in your diapers.
2. Come over here little one, I thought I smelled something stinky and I need to check if it was your diaper!
3. Is your diaper squishy baby? It looks like you’ve already had an accident.
4. Behave baby, there’s only 2 ways that diaper is coming off: when mommy/daddy needs to change you, and when they need to spank you.
5. Let me check your diaper honey, I need to make sure I put enough powder on you so you don’t get a rash today.
6. I think this store has a family restroom, let’s go inside and do a quick diaper check to see if you’re going to leak prince/princess.
7. You can’t sit on the couch baby, sit on daddy/mommy’s lap. Your diaper has more than enough padding to keep you comfy.
8. I hope your hungry baby, because you’re not getting out of that diaper until you make stinkies for me.
9. Bend over baby, I need to check the leg cuffs of your diaper, otherwise you’re going to leak with how much pee pee you make!
10. I think you’re just too little for pull-ups baby, let’s try again later. For now, let mommy/daddy put your diaper on and we can forget about the potty for a while.
11. Uh-oh, I think I smell poopies! Did you make a messy in your diapies baby?
12. Up on the changing table little one, you know the rules, it’s either a padded bum or a paddled bum in this house.
13. Now that’s a thick diaper you’ve got on baby! I guess you’re just going to have to crawl around the house now.
14. Do you want daddy/mommy to hold you while you make a pushie baby? It’s okay, mommy/daddy will help you get comfortable.
15. Of course you need to wear a diaper to the park baby, a little one like you isn’t going to want to stop playing to go to the bathroom!
16. Let’s practice counting by seeing how many diapers we have left before we buy you new ones baby, I think we’re running low!
17. Well, I could put a plug in your bottom if you aren’t going to go poopoo, it’s your choice baby.
18. You’re waddling again prince/princess, mommy/daddy knows that means your diaper is full. Come over and let me check.
19. I’m putting a booster in your diaper baby, and don’t fuss over it, you know you can’t control yourself on long car rides.
20. Sit next to me baby, that way I can check your diaper under the table during dinner.
21. I can’t believe I have to change you in the backseat! You must be just a little baby if you can’t make it through a car ride without a diaper change.
22. I love how these jammies have a flap in the back baby, perfect for checking for stinkies before bedtime!
23. I think I’m gonna put you in the crib for nap time baby, but not before I put a nighttime diaper on you, you’re such a heavy wetter when you sleep.
24. Hold still for your diaper change little one, mommy/daddy needs to put cream on your bottom so you don’t get a rash from your stinkies.
25. Don’t make me tie you down during nap time baby, you know not to try and use the bathroom. Mommy/daddy will change you when they come to wake you up.
26. If you’re such a big girl/boy, why did mommy have to change your diaper when you woke up wet today?
27. Baby, you haven’t made poppies in nearly 2 days, does mommy/daddy need to give you medicine to make it better? Let’s go to the changing table and put a suppository in your bottom little one.
28. I think it’s time to go honey, you always get fussy right before you have an accident in your diapers.
29. It doesn’t matter that you don’t want to wear diapers baby, I want you to wear them and what mommy/daddy says goes.
30. Don’t hide from me baby, I can smell that stinky bum all the way from here!
31. Did you just leak through your diaper into your pants? Okay, come over my lap baby, you’re getting a spanking for not telling me you were already wet.
32. Now that your home let’s lock up all your big boy/girl clothes, I think you need baby time for this whole weekend. Changing table, now.
33. Look at how cute this onesie is baby! It’s for crotch snaps so mommy/daddy can clean up your messy bottom, and it would go great with your pink diapers!
34. Don’t pretend like you don’t like your diapers baby, mommy/daddy sees how excited you get down there when they change you.
35. It’s been almost 2 hours since I changed you baby, are you sure you aren’t wet yet? I think we need to do a diaper check.
36. Cry all you want baby, maybe that’ll make you feel better for having an accident in your panties yesterday. It’s diaper time for you from here on out.
37. Hush baby, daddy/mommy will change you when you fully use your diaper. One wetting doesn’t cut it when they’re that thick.
38. I love it when you wet your diapers baby, it’s so fun to squeeze and squish your soggy bottom!
39. That’s your third cup of juice today baby, you must really like wetting your diapers since you’re definitely not using the potty today.
40. Don’t touch your diaper baby, if you need something come to mommy/daddy first, they know how it needs to fit best.
41. I’ll check on you during the night to make sure you don’t leak baby, so don’t be afraid to have an accident while you sleep.
42. It’s too bad you can’t touch yourself like mommy/daddy, you’ll just have to rub the front of your diaper if you want to cum.
43. I love the way these tights fit you baby, they really show off the diaper you’re wearing!
44. Don’t move a muscle baby, I can smell that poppy diaper from a mile away! Let’s get you changed in the nursery right now.
45. Don’t you love your diapers baby? They’re so soft and thick, perfect for mommy/daddy to pat your bottom over.
46. You’re not leaving that bouncer until you wet your diaper baby, end of story.
47. Oops, I think I put too much baby powder on you little one, I can’t wait to see it poof out the back of your diaper when you sit down!
48. Shhhhhh it’s okay prince/princess, daddy/mommy knows you can’t control yourself, that’s why you had your diaper on. Come on, let’s check and see the damage.
49. Rise and shine baby, let’s get you on the changing table right now, mommy/daddy knows that you can’t wake up dry.
50. Mommy/daddy loves you little one, diapered bottom and all!
What’s your favorite thing to hear while you’re wearing diapers?
Many partners new to Diaper Discipline struggle to increase their involvement, the below list is designed to provide ideas and inspiration for you to implement in daily life.
You don't need to do all of these every day but try incorporating 2-4 elements a day and work up in terms of frequency and progressing from Beginner items to Intermediate & Advanced.
Beginner
Make an effort to talk about their diapers. Casually ask things like:
“How’s your diaper holding up?”
“Your waistband is showing baby”
“Do you need to change?”
“Those jeans hide your diaper well”
“These diapers look cute on you”
“Do you need to order more diapers soon?”
Let them know you expect them to use their diaper, by saying things like:
- “This diaper should hold all of your wee’s and poops” when changing them into a fresh diaper
- “Remember you’re not allowed to use the toilet today”
- “Did you wet your diaper like a good boy/girl?”
- “Good boy/girl for messing your diaper.“
- “Did you poop today or do you need something to help tonight?”
Make an effort to interact with their diaper. Squeeze it, pat/smack their bottom when padded, rub the front of it to get them excited, and when hugging place a hand on their diapered bum, etc.
Implement simple Baby elements:
- Call them your baby boy/girl, etc
- Dress them in baby-style (AB) clothes at night
- Give them a bedtime drink in a sippy cup or baby bottle
- Have them use a adult pacifier at night
Each morning check their diaper, this can be done in bed by just squeezing the front of it.
It will likely be wet so comment on that by saying something like “I’m glad you had a diaper on or you’d have wet the bed” or “You really are turning into a bedwetter aren’t you”
After their morning shower either change them into a fresh diaper if you’re up, or if you're still in bed, get them to come over and drop their trousers / lift skirt so you can check they're wearing one.
Each evening lay out a thick diaper and ABDL bedtime clothing and tell them to go get ready for bed. This should be a few hours before you actually go to bed.
Before leaving the house make them drop their trousers / lift skirt so you can check they're wearing a diaper. For day trips, also ask them if they've got their diaper bag packed.
Once or twice a week force them to mess themselves by giving them either 2x Ducolax tablets or a suppository which they must take/insert.
When not wearing diapers, make them wear pull-ups, training pants, girly underwear (if male), or childish patterned pants.
When at home and not working dress them in embarrassing clothing, good options include:
- No bottoms / exposed diapers
- ABDL onesie / romper
- A skirt (male or female)
- ABDL shortalls or dress
- Childish 2-piece PJs
- Footed sleeper
Experiment with light bondage:
- Add a locking diaper cover over their diapers
- Restrain them to a bed for 2 hours after making them insert a suppository
- Chain them to their desk using locking ankle cuffs or diaper cover
- Use other locking clothing to prevent diaper access (e.g. rear zipping footed sleepers)
Intermediate
In public, ask them about their diaper or do a subtle diaper check (squeeze front/back) when nobody will hear or see.
Add more elements of babying:
- Feed them a bottle of milk each night
- Make them sleep with a teddy
- Talk to them like a baby during diaper checks and changes
- Make them use a pacifier in the daytime
Encourage them to mess in their diaper for convenience. For example, if heading out for the day ask them to fill their diaper before leaving so they won’t mess in public.
If you notice their wet diaper is starting to smell take them by the hand, lay them down, and change their diaper. Don’t ask if they need one or make it a choice.
Surprise them by buying new ABDL items (clothing, diapers, pacifiers, etc)
Punish any bad behavior by making their diaper experience less pleasant:
- Smack them until crying before changing them into a new diaper
- Add elements of forced regression such as locking mittens, pacifier gag, restraints
- Make them stay in messy diapers for extended periods
- Feed them a blended or cut-up version of their meal. Use a bib and mittens to force them to let you feed them.
- Treat him as a sissy/girl with pink diapers and female clothing or baby girl AB items.
Twice a week, force them to mess themselves. Insert a suppository into their bum (wear disposal gloves) or use a fleet-enema (no gloves required) during a change.
Make them ask you for permission to get changed and use the opportunity to inspect their diaper. If it doesn’t look full, make them wait 1-2 hours longer.
Get them ready for bed each evening by changing them into thick diapers and dressing them in ABDL clothes.
At home only allow thick or ABDL diapers to be worn.
Take them shopping while diapered to buy new medical diapers, pull-ups, feminine/childish underwear/clothing, and other baby supplies (powder, baby food, etc)
Make their diapered / baby status obvious around your home when visitors aren’t present:
- Have a dedicated changing area with diapers stacked up clearly
- Keep a pacifier next to their bed
- Have a few ready-made bottles in the fridge
- Hang up their ABDL clothes so they’re easily accessible
Make them wear a swim diaper on vacation (at the beach/pool)
If they're male, experiment with treating him as a sissy/girl some days:
- Use locking mittens at night
- Restrain them to a bed overnight after giving them 2x ducolax tablets
- Add ankle and chest restraints to their office chair to prevent movement while working from home
- Use a pacifier gag regularly
Advanced
Change their diaper while out in public.
Look for a changing places toilet (Europe) or a standard accessible restroom can be used by bringing a disposal changing mat for the floor. You can also change them laying down over the back seats of your vehicle if in a secluded area.
Increase Babying:
- Create a baby bed for them, ideally a single bed with childish sheets, teddies, and restraints to simulate being locked in a crib. This can be used for naps or overnight punishments.
- Regularly feed them a blended or cut-up version of their meal. Use a bib and mittens to force them to let you feed them.
- Make them wear mittens to bed each night
- Force them to crawl by using training booties (small spikes prevent standing)
- Pacifier must be attached to them at all times while at home
- Setup a playpen which they must stay in for extended periods (even if still doing more adult activities like being on a phone or gaming)
Force them to mess themselves in front of you.
Administer a suppository or fleet enema but make them stay laying or sitting next to you. Encourage and then tease them for messing themselves like a baby.
Occasionally change them out of their messy diapers. Disposal gloves and adult wipes are recommended.
Force them to mess themselves while out of the house:
- Hand them a suppository to go and insert after finishing a meal at a restaurant. They'll have to try to hold until you’ve got the bill and left.
- On long drives make them insert a suppository when you’re still 1-2 hours away from your home/destination
- Administer a suppository or fleet enema before sending them to go shopping or other out-of-home chores.
Incorporate bondage into their forced babying by:
- Use locking diaper covers, plastic pants, or onesies to prevent self-changing
- Attach hands and feet to restraints during changes
- Restrain them overnight
- Use a straightjacket
Take them shopping to buy supplies from an ABDL shop
If male, treat him as a sissy most or all of the time at home:
Dress them as a baby most or all of the time at home:
- Exposed diapers & babyish t-shirts
- Baby-themed onesies (not plain)
- Baby dresses/rompers
- Baby-style socks & tights
- No adult clothes (if working from home, adult clothes can be worn on top but the lower half should still be babyish)
Force them to lose control by adding laxatives without their knowledge to some meals and drinks (have prior consent to do this).
Restrict their diaper changes to certain times ensuring they’ll sometimes have to wait a few hours to change out of well-used diapers.
Switch to thick or ABDL diapers exclusively, making them less discrete in public.
Increase use of bondage:
- Use locking mittens & clothing most nights
- Use a straight jacket some weekends and evenings, feeding them and changing them during these times.
- Use Segufix restraints to completely secure them to a bed/crib
Author's Note: All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older. Readers should also be 18+ only!
Kevin hesitated in the hallway. He clutched Cosmo to his chest. Inhaled the familiar smell of baby powder and his own breath in the stuffy’s fur.
“Come on in, cutie-patootie,” Mommy Beth said. She stood in the bathroom doorway, blocking his view of the interior.
He spent so little time in there these days. A few minutes brushing his teeth. Twice-a-week bubble baths. She even brushed his hair and clipped his nails in the nursery more often than not. The bathroom was her domain. She’d close and lock the door to do in private what he did in his diaper. He tried to leave her alone when she was in the bathroom, but sometimes, he couldn’t help himself. He’d ask for a snack. Or for permission to stay up later to watch Johnny Quest reruns. “Mamas need a little peace and quiet, too,” she’d say. Or “Your potty is wherever you are. Please let me have this space.”
But not today. Today, she invited him in.
“What’s going on?” he asked. “Am I in trouble?”
She planted her hands on her hips and cocked her head to the side. “You’d know it if you were in trouble, mister. Now stop being silly and get your bum in here.”
He shuffled across the thick carpet, pausing at the doorway.
“Close your eyes,” she said.
His stomach fluttered. He closed his eyes.
She wrapped her soft fingers in his and led him forward onto the cool tile. “Alright, go ahead and open ‘em.”
“Woah,” he gasped.
A Captain America costume hung from the shower curtain rod. Not the cheap, plasticky kind from the pharmacy or the slightly nicer pajama style you found at Halloween stores. This was thick, well-stitched material. The colors were the correct shade. It even had padding for the biceps and abs that didn’t look like foam stuffing. A shield with some heft hung from a strap next to the costume. This was custom-made by someone who knew what they were doing. Someone who cared.
“Really?” He said. “For me?”
She laughed. “Unless you know someone else who wants a Captain America costume with extra room sewed into the seat for a big ol’ diapie.”
He wrapped his arms around her and buried his face against her warm neck. “Thank you. I love it.”
She kissed the top of his forehead. “There are a couple of Comic-Con tickets in my bedroom that go with it. I thought you might like to show it off.”
He felt his smile grow even wilder. “You’re the best. The absolute best.”
“There’s just one thing I need you to do, cutie-patootie. I want to be sure you get years of enjoyment out of it.”
He broke free of the hug and nodded vigorously. “Of course. I’ll hang it up in my closet whenever I’m not using it.”
“I’m more worried about stains and smells.”
“I won’t wear it when I’m eating, either.”
She stepped aside, revealing something else. A potty training chair. Blue plastic with a foam-padded seat. Someone had put superhero stickers all over it.
“What’s that?”
She chuckled. “It’s been that long since you’ve seen a potty, hhhmm? Forgot what they are?”
“Do I…I have to potty train to wear the costume?” He adored the outfit, but not enough to give up his diapers and everything that came with them.
“Of course not! I love you being my lil squishbutt. Besides, you really think you could?”
Kevin shrugged. “Probably.”
“Are you forgetting the accident you had at Whole Foods last week? You peed down your jeans into your sneakers. And the week before that, you soaked your car seat and I had to put the cushions through the wash. Does that ring a bell, mister?”
Kevin blushed. “I thought you wanted me to be your squishbutt.”
“Sweetie, I do. You are my squishbutt. That’s the point. I just don’t want…” She bit her lip. Sucked in a deep breath and exhaled. “I know you don’t want to talk about it, but I don’t need any more accidents like you had at my sister’s.”
Dinner at Sarah’s had been a disaster. One of the worst nights of his life, in fact. It was the first time he’d been to Sarah’s house since she’d discovered his hidden stash of diapers and broken off their relationship in a fit of crying and accusations. The first time he’d talked to her since he’d gone off the deep end, sending increasingly depressed and desperate texts. Buying her expensive gifts she’d return or throw away. Leaving long, late-night voicemails.
Beth had intervened to keep him from fully imploding. She’d shown up on his doorstep one evening with a tray of cookies and a warning that he needed to give her sister space. She’d been kind. Understanding. She’d actually listened to his side of things. Concerned for her sister, yes, but also for the guy who had his diapers and onesies dumped on the living room floor. Empathy led to friendship. Friendship had blossomed into something more—something special and amazing.
Beth had maintained her relationship with her sister. But until Sarah extended the olive branch of dinner, Kevin kept his distance. Dinner with the two of them had been awkward but basically fine. Lots of small talk about the meal, the weather, and Sarah’s work. She started to open up around dessert time, even making a half-hearted joke about his ‘pampers’ that only partially turned his heart inside out. Then he’d peed all over her couch. A sudden, soggy mess that had ended with Sarah snapping and him hiding in the car until Beth came out.
“Since you’re so worried about leaks all of a sudden,” he snapped, “maybe you should buy me thicker diapers.”
Mommy raised her eyebrows. “Or maybe I need to put you down for a nap, and we can talk about this later when you’re not so cranky.”
He threw his hands in the air. “You don’t want me to potty train, but you bought me a potty chair. And you don’t want me to leak, but you won’t get me thicker diapers.”
“Don’t be silly. You know this mama buys the thirstiest dips they’ll sell me. And half the time, I add a stuffer for your soggy butt, too. It’s not that.”
He stared, waiting.
“You need to stop holding on, Kevin.”
“I’m not holding anything. I haven’t used the toilet in…I don’t even know how long.”
She sighed. “You’re not listening to what I’m saying. You wait and wait like you’re still using the potty, and then you flood all at once. You’re not going to use the potty again, mister. Well, except for this one, and you’re keeping your diaper on for that. So it’s time to stop holding on to your potty training.”
“I know that,” he said. “I don’t want to go back.”
“Really? Because it seems like you’re clinging to that bit of control. Thinking that if you wake up one day and decide you want to go back to your old life, go back to my sister, that’ll still be possible, so as long as you’re still potty trained. You need to let go.”
“No way. I’m not holding on to anything. And definitely not holding onto anything with Sarah.”
“Mmmhmm…”
A moment of silence hung between them.
“So you’ll indulge this mama?”
He shrugged. “Fine. Sure.”
She smiled and patted his diapered butt. “Alright, then. If you don’t want me to return that costume and those tickets, you need to use your new potty every time anyone uses the big potty today.”
“Seriously?”
“That’ll get you used to going more often. And if you’re going when I am in, it’ll help both of us remember that you shouldn’t be holding it.” She drew up her dress, pulled down her panties, and sat on the toilet.
Kevin stared. He’d never seen her naked. Not from the waist down, anyway. Their relationship wasn’t like that. On special nights, she took off her top and let him nurse while she stuck a hand down her panties. She slapped his hand and called him a bad baby the one time he’d tried to put his hand in her panties.
“Leave your diaper on and sit on Mr. Potty,” she said.
Kevin looked at the potty training chair. Big, as far as these things went, but still tiny for him. This wasn’t a problem. A bit silly, but not a problem. He hadn’t been holding it like she said. He didn’t want to go back to his old life. And he definitely didn’t want to go back to Sarah. Thinking about her twisted him into knots.
He lowered himself onto the foam seat. “Happy?”
Mommy placed three fingertips against the front of his dry diaper. A moment later, he heard the tinkle of her peeing.
“So what am I supposed to do, exactly?” he asked.
“Stop holding it. Just let go whenever you feel the urge.”
“Oookkkay. What if I don’t feel the urge now?”
“You do.”
“I don’t.”
“Kevin.”
He sighed and closed his eyes. He thought about waterfalls. Hoses. Sprinklers.
“I can’t,” he said.
She started humming the tune to Itsy Bitsy Spider.
“What are you doing?”
“The itsy bitsy boy bits taped in the diaper fluff.
Down poured the pee-pee and soaked the baby’s stuff.
Out came his mummy, who changed his soggy seat.
And the itsy bitsy boy bits were dry for half a beat.”
Kevin smiled reluctantly. That was cute. And clever. Just like his Mommy.
“Come on, sweetie,” she said. “Sing along with me.”
He shook his head.
“Don’t be shy. The itsy bitsy boy bits…”
“...taped in the diaper fluff,” he sang quietly.
“Down poured the pee-pee and soaked the baby’s stuff.”
“Out came his mummy, who changed his soggy seat.”
“And the itsy bitsy boy bits were dry for half a beat.”
As if on cue, warmth enveloped the front of his diaper. Washing over his balls. Soaking the seat. He opened his eyes.
Mommy smiled down at him. “What a good boy you are for Mama.”
***
“How’s my cutie-patootie doing?” Mommy Beth asked.
Kevin sprawled out on his nursery floor, reading a Conan comic. Mommy stood in the doorway to his nursery, a bottle of juice in hand. He’d just finished his first bottle of apple juice a few minutes ago and wasn’t the least bit thirsty.
She knelt down next to him and placed a hand between his legs. “You haven’t wet again since you sat on Mr. Potty, have you?”
He shrugged. “You haven’t either.”
She giggled. “You’re right. But mama isn’t in diapers, is she?”
“No.”
“Well, I’ve been chugging water, so we’re going to have lots of chances to work on this together. Come on, let’s go.”
“I don’t want to. I’m reading.”
“Sweetie, I’m not asking. Come on.”
He sighed and stood up. “Fine.”
Once again, Mommy pulled up her dress and sat on the toilet. He sat down next to her on his ridiculous plastic potty. His knees poked up awkwardly. The tile was cold on his feet. He didn’t miss being in here at all. She was crazy if she thought he wanted to go back to the way things were. He leaned back, and a staticky flushing sound came out of a speaker on top of the plastic potty.
“No flushing until you’ve made your tinkles, you little cheater.” A moment later, he heard the gentle patter of her peeing.
“This is dumb,” he said.
Mommy started humming.
“Mama had a little lamb
His diaper white as snow
Every time that mama went
Baby had to go
He held his tinkles in one day
Lamby broke the rule
Now naughty Lamby’s back
In diaper training school”
Kevin grunted.
“Come on, sing along with me,” Mommy cooed.
“I don’t wanna sing, and I don’t wanna pee.”
Mommy turned to him. “What happened to ‘I don’t have to?’ Now you don’t want to? See, baby, you are holding it.”
“Shouldn’t matter if I’ve been holding it,” he said. “If you changed me more often, it wouldn’t matter.”
Mommy frowned, and he instantly regretted his words. Still, it was true. He was already wet when he leaked at the store, in the car, and at Sarah’s. If he’d been dry, that wouldn’t have happened.
She dabbed herself with toilet paper, flushed the toilet, and washed her hands, all without saying a word. She left the bathroom and came back a moment later with the full bottle of apple juice, a fresh diaper, and a stack of picture books.
“What’s all that for?”
She pointed at the floor. “Lie down. I’m changing your diaper.”
He gave her his fiercest scowl and lowered himself onto the hard tile. “Why aren’t you changing me in the nursery? This isn’t comfy.”
“You know, for a baby, you sure do like to be in control,” she said. She popped the tapes on his diaper and pulled it down. “When you use your diapers. Where you get changed. Next thing I know, you’ll probably be telling me when I’m allowed to use the bathroom.”
“It’s just not comfortable in here. That’s all.”
She pulled the wet diaper out from beneath him, and his clammy bum connected with the chilly tile. “You should’ve thought of that before you blamed Mama for your leaks.” She slid a fresh diaper underneath him. “You’re staying in here until you’ve wet your diaper.”
“What?! That’s not fair.”
“I’ve brought you books, a fresh diapie, and something to drink. I expect you to drink all of the juice by the time I check on you.” She brought the front of the diaper up and taped it into place. “Now sit on that potty, mister.”
He sat up and then flopped down onto the potty chair.
She set the stack of books on his bare legs. “Take this time to learn a thing or two.” She left the room.
Kevin looked down. Danny Duckling Learns to Use the Potty. The cover showed a fluffy yellow duck with an even fluffier diaper around its waist. Kevin sighed and flipped open the cover. There wasn’t anything else to do, and he didn’t dare get up and leave.
“Danny Duckling was a sweet, clever duck. He loved to bake cookies with his mother, play catch with his brothers and sisters, and dance with his cousin Maisel Mallard.”
The page showed Danny, wearing nothing but a pink tutu and a fluffy white diaper, doing a pirouette in the living room.
“But there was one thing Danny wasn’t good at yet: using the potty! Danny was tired of wearing a soggy diaper. He wanted to be a big duck, like his brothers and sisters.”
The page showed a bunch of ducks playing ball in a field, all big smiles and levity, while Danny Duckling sat off by himself in a diaper.
“But Danny Duckling was so very forgetful. Mother Duck would remind him to use the potty, but he’d get so distracted with his games and his puzzles he’d forget to hold his wee.”
Danny lay down on the floor, big diapered butt poking into the air, reading a book. His diaper had a tinge of yellow to it.
“One day, Mother Duck decided to try something different. She took off Danny’s diaper and said he’d have to practice holding his wee, just like he practiced ballet with Maisel.”
Danny stood in the middle of the room, sans diaper, with a worried expression on his face.
“At first, he had lots of little accidents.”
Danny, standing next to a puddle in the middle of the kitchen.
“But just like dancing, the more he practiced holding his wee until he was on the potty, the easier it became.”
Danny sitting proudly atop the potty.
“Until one day, Danny didn’t have to practice anymore. He didn’t have to think about holding it at all - he just did!”
The final page showed Danny playing ball in the field with the other ducks.
Kevin rolled his eyes. Did she really think he needed a children’s book to explain potty training, Kevin wondered. He dropped the book on the floor and looked at the next one. Mary Moongoose Does the Potty Dance.
Kevin sighed.
***
Mommy returned five books later.
Kevin had grown bored with the books. Each one repeated the same theme over and over again, each with a different cutesy character: if you wanted to potty train, you needed to practice holding your pee.
“How’re you doing cutie-patootie,” Mommy asked.
“Fine,” he said. He’d been rehearsing his response. At first, when he was still angry with her, it was going to be nasty. Something about how she was torturing him. About how his stomach was uncomfortable from being all bunched up. About how his knees were stiff. He’d show her how the potty seat, soft as it was, left red marks on his thighs.
But the longer he sat there, the less angry he became. He wanted to make her happy; he just needed to show her that this was totally unnecessary. He pointed at the stack of books. “Pretty sure I’ll be potty trained soon,” he joked. “If a duck, a mongoose, a giraffe, and an alien can use the toilet, I can.”
“Ha! Sure. And I’m running a marathon next week.”
She bent over, hands on her knees. Long, light brown hair falling around her face. Her large breasts— ‘nursies’ they both called them now—hanging low in her shirt. “And how’s that diaper, hmmmm? I see you’ve finished another bottle of apple juice. I hope that’s not hurting your tum-tum.”
“Haven’t really had to go.” He paused. “Well, maybe a little.”
She gently squeezed the front of his diaper. The plastic crinkled. “Dry as when I left you. Don’t tell me you don’t have to pee after that whole bottle.”
He blushed. She was right. He did have to go. And he had been holding it without thinking.
“Alright. Mama is going to sing you another diaper training song, baby.”
Kevin groaned.
“I want you to relax and soak your diapie for me.”
“I'm a little pee-pot
Short and stout
Taped in a diapie
Never let out
When I have to wee-wee
I start to pout
Tickle my tummy, and the wee pours out”
Nothing.
“Okay, let’s try again,” Mommy said. “Sing along with me.”
“I’m a little pee-pot…”
“...I’m a little pee-pot.”
“Short and stout…”
“...Short and stout.”
Warm wetness splashed against the inside of the diaper, making a faint hissing sound.
Mommy kept singing. “Taped in a diapie, never let out.” She gave the squishy front of his diaper a gentle squeeze.
Kevin moaned contentedly and kept wetting. He’d needed to go. Badly.
“When I have to wee-wee, I start to pout. Tickle my tummy, and the wee pours out.” She let go of his diaper and tickled his bare tummy.
Kevin giggled.
“Alright, baby,” Mommy said. “Stand up. I want to show you something.”
Kevin stood up. He swayed on his feet a bit after all that time sitting down. His soaked diaper hung heavy between his thighs.
Mommy pointed into the potty. He didn’t need to look to see what she was pointing at; the moment he stood he felt the wet trickle that had snuck out of the leg gather and run down his thigh. Sure enough, there was a small, yellow puddle in the plastic potty.
Kevin blushed. “Oh.”
“Yeah. ‘Oh.’ Let’s get you changed into a fresh diaper.” She didn’t lecture. Didn’t rub it in. Didn’t try to make him feel bad. “Then you can help Mama make dinner.”
***
Kevin’s new diaper didn’t stay dry for long.
He was spooning chocolate chip cookie batter onto a baking sheet when he felt a twinge in his bladder. The faintest bit of pressure. He went about his business, ignoring the sensation like he’d done his entire potty-trained life.
He glanced over at Mommy. She hummed happily while chopping carrots for a salad. She didn’t want him to be potty trained. Not even a little. And he wanted to make her happy. Happier than any boy had ever made a girl. Happier than any baby had ever made its mama.
He took a deep breath and relaxed. A trickle—barely noticeable—warmed the front of his diaper.
“Is everything alright?” Mommy asked. She set down her knife and wiped her hands on her apron. “You look…I’m not sure.”
Kevin glanced down at his diaper. A tiny circle of wetness dotted the front.
Mommy’s gaze tracked his. “Oh. Ohhh, I see,” she cooed. “You’re such a good boy. And cute as a button, too.”
Kevin smiled from his soul upwards.
They cooked together for the next hour. Laughing. Talking about TV shows. About which of the potty training books had the best artwork. About Mommy’s new coworker’s strange eating habits. Every time Kevin felt the need to pee, he let it happen. No big fuss, just a warm, comforting release.
Mommy was taking the lasagna out of the oven when there was a knock on their apartment door.
“Can you get the door, please, baby,” Mommy said.
He’d put a t-shirt on but was otherwise just in his diaper. “Um…”
“It’ll be okay. Get the door so I can wrap this up.”
Kevin’s heart thump-thump-thumped in his chest. Maybe they’d received a package, and the delivery person dropped it off and left. But that didn’t make sense. Not on a Saturday evening.
Knock knock knock
“Come on, sweetie,” Mommy said. “Trust your mama. It’ll be okay.”
Kevin opened the door.
A stranger—some guy in his early thirties with a flannel shirt and closely cropped beard—stood there with a bottle of wine in his hand. Next to him, in a sun dress and those strappy sandals he loved, was Sarah.
Sarah smiled hesitantly. “Hey, Kevin. It’s good to see you.”
“Uh. Hey.”
The stranger stuck out his free hand. His grip was firm. His hand calloused. “I’m Rob. Thanks for having us over for dinner.”
“Come on in, guys,” Mommy called from the dining room. “The lasagna just came out of the oven.”
Kevin stepped to the side. Sarah gave him another smile as she walked past. A strange smile. Regret? Pity? Disgust?
He followed after them. After the couple, he just now realized. This must be Sarah’s new boyfriend. Because of course she had a boyfriend. She was attractive. Smart. Funny as hell. She hadn’t frozen in time just because they’d broken up.
He turned down the hallway. He needed to put pants on. Or better yet, go hide in his nursery. Or maybe throw himself out the window onto the pavement below. Splat: no more hanging out with his ex and her new dude. He needed to do something, anything, other than stand around in front of his ex-girlfriend in a wet diaper.
“Baby, can you get the salad dressing out,” Mommy called.
Kevin stopped in the hallway. “I’m not feeling very well. I’m going to my nurs—my bedroom.”
“Don’t be shy, sweetie,” Mommy said. “Come and have din-din with the rest of us.”
His stomach twisted into a knot. “I’m not feeling great.”
Mommy appeared a moment later in the hallway. “What’s the matter, baby?”
“I’m just feeling…I don’t know. My stomach hurts.”
“Sounds like someone needs to let go and make a stinky.”
He shuddered at the thought of doing that with Sarah in the house. Sarah and her new guy friend.
“I think it’s just nerves.”
She cocked an eyebrow. “You sure? Because I’ll wait, sweetie. Then I’ll get you all changed into a fresh diapie so you can enjoy your din-din.”
He thought about pushing a mess into his diaper while Mommy watched. While Sarah waited in the other room. He could picture her and Rob sharing a knowing look. What if they heard something? Or worse, smelled it?
Kevin shook his head. “It’ll be fine. I think I’m just nervous.”
Mommy wrapped him in a hug. “There’s nothing to be nervous about. I’ve explained everything.”
“Okay.”
Mommy gave him a last squeeze and returned to the dining room.
Kevin took a deep breath. She wasn’t going to let him hide in his nursery. Not yet, at least. She’d said it a dozen times: she was sick of dancing around what had happened between him and Sarah. She wanted to put the past behind them and move on with their new lives and relationships. After the disastrous dinner at Sarah’s, he assumed she’d given up on that. Realized it was unrealistic for him and Sarah to ever be friends. Apparently, he’d been wrong.
He walked into the kitchen, eyes locked on the fridge. If he had something to focus on, he could get through a few minutes, at least. He grabbed the ranch and Italian dressing and brought them to the dining room. Mommy and the two guests were seated. A fresh bottle of juice and his favorite Spidey and Friends plate were in his usual spot. At least she hadn’t pulled out his high chair. It was bad enough she’d given him a baby bottle full of juice instead of the wine glasses everyone else drank from.
“Thanks,” Mommy said when he put the dressing bottles on the table. She reached over and clipped his “Mommy’s Messy Man” bib around his neck.
“Do I have to—”
“Yes,” she cut him off. Not angry, but leaving no room for disagreement. They stared each other down for a moment, the silence hanging in the air.
“This looks fantastic,” Rob said. “Thanks again for having us over.”
Mommy turned to him. “You’re more than welcome. I’m glad we could finally make it work.”
Sarah gave her sister a strained smile.
She hadn’t wanted this either, Kevin realized. And why would she? She’d been as hurt as him when they broke up. He’d kept a huge secret from her, and then, when it all blew up, he’d started a relationship with her sister.
For a few blessed moments, the only sound was the tinking of forks. Rob broke the silence. “So, uh, do you ever eat baby food, or…?”
Kevin’s innards squirmed again. Nerves or needing to poop? Both?
“Rob,” Sarah chided.
“No, it’s okay,” Mommy said. “It’s only natural there’d be curiosity. To answer your question, Rob, no, he eats adult food. Unless he’s being pilly and complaining about what I cooked.”
“Nobody likes Brussels sprouts,” Kevin muttered.
Rob laughed. “I’m with you there.”
“I think that’s one of the special things about our relationship,” Mommy said “I can help him make good decisions. Like eating healthier. Not that I don’t spoil him with treats, too. Isn’t that right?”
Kevin didn’t answer.
“Are you feeling okay, sweetie?”
“Fine.”
“You’re just making the face you make…you look uncomfortable. Remember what we talked about earlier? If you—”
“I said I’m fine,” he snapped. “Pass me the lasagna.”
She looked as if she wanted to say something more.
Please don’t please don’t please don’t.
Mommy slid the lasagna tray closer to him.
Kevin relaxed. Slightly.
“Speaking of meals, I saw some wonderful pics from the two of you on Instagram,” Mommy said. “That ink sauce pasta was wild! How was your trip?”
“Amazing,” Rob said. “The food was a highlight, for sure. We actually enjoyed Rome even more than Venice. Right, Sar?”
“Hhhhmmm?” Sarah said. “Oh, yeah. The food was great everywhere, but we felt like there was more to see in Rome.” She glanced at Kevin, then back down at her plate. They’d talked about a trip to Italy when they were dating. Had even started looking at plane tickets and hotels a few weeks before it all imploded.
“Kevin and I haven’t been on any big trips. But later this year, we’re going to Comic-Con. The big one in San Diego. Maybe after dinner, you can show everyone your Captain America costume, hmmm?”
He already felt like a dancing monkey; there was no way he was showing them his costume. “Sure. I guess.”
“So he’s done the…he’s earned it?” Sarah asked. She sounded weirdly hopeful.
“You told them?!” Kevin snapped.
“I think everyone here has had quite enough of secrets, don’t you?” Mommy asked pointedly.
Kevin’s cheeks flushed with heat. Anger. Embarrassment. He didn’t dare look at Sarah. Would she have a self-satisfied smirk? Would she be as angry as he was—at him? At her sister? He didn’t know. Didn’t want to know.
Everyone ate in silence for a few moments. Then Rob brought up some stupid TV show they were watching, and Sarah chimed in. Soon, Mommy was talking about her current favorite reality TV show, which was about squatters in Detroit who were dating. Or something like that. Kevin pulled back into himself, letting them carry on without him. If he didn’t look down at his exposed diaper, he could imagine he was at a regular dinner party. Like he and Sarah used to host for their friends. And it felt good. Or at least okay.
The conversation rambled across Sarah’s new job, the Patriots' terrible season, and how Rob finally fixed Sarah’s drippy bathroom sink. They talked about the crazy housing prices, horror movies, and the new Dunkin’ down the street. Kevin dipped into the conversation. Sporadically, at first. Chiming in only when Mommy would prompt him or Rob would ask a question. Then more regularly as time went on. Sarah mostly ignored him. Twice, he caught her staring at him with an expression he couldn’t place, but then she’d looked away. Eventually, the conversation returned to Italy and then Greece.
“We’d love to see Athens in the spring,” Rob said, “when the sea fig flowers are in bloom.”
“That sounds lovely,” Mommy said.
“Just need to save up some money,” Rob said. “Tickets aren’t cheap.”
“Well, you should save a bunch once you’re living together,” Mommy said.
“Wait,” Kevin said. “You’re moving in together?”
Sarah frowned. “Yes, Kevin. Rob is moving in with me.”
“Isn’t that…I don’t know, soon?”
Her frown deepened. “On what planet is my relationship with my boyfriend any of your business? And no, it’s not soon. We’ve been dating for nine months now.”
“Nine months?!” Kevin slid his chair back and stood up. “We broke—” He stopped, as the roiling storm in his guts finally let loose.
Sqqqqqwwwwssshhhhhrrrr
The mess rushed out, filling his diaper. He wanted to stop. Needed to stop. But he couldn’t. Not now. It was too late. The mound grew, pushing the seat of his diaper down. Down. Down.
Rob’s fork hovered halfway between his face and plate. His mouth hung open. Sarah stared wide-eyed, then looked away.
“Oh, sweetie,” Mommy said. She stood up and took his arm. “Let’s go get you changed.”
Kevin let her lead him away from the table like the doddering old uncle who’d had a drink or three too many at Thanksgiving. He felt drunk. All the bad parts of it, at least. In a daze. Unable to think straight. He could feel Rob and Sarah’s eyes on his sagging diaper. He could practically see the stink that trailed behind him.
Mommy led him into the nursery and laid him down on his changing mat. “Baby, I know that must have been embarrassing for you. If you’d listened to Mommy and—”
“I know,” Kevin said quietly. “I know.”
***
Kevin walked into the living room. He hated the way his thick, nighttime diaper pushed his legs apart, forcing a slight waddle. At least it was clean and dry.
Rob sat in the armchair, scrolling on his phone with a glass of wine in hand. Sarah was on the couch, staring off into space. They turned and looked up when he walked in.
Kevin sat down on the other end of the couch from Sarah. “Sorry about that. In the dining room, I mean.”
Sarah stared at him.
“It’s okay,” Rob said. “Beth’s explained stuff. Your relationship and all.”
Kevin swallowed hard. Swallowed again. “And, uh, I’m sorry that I blew up about you two moving in together. You’re right: that’s none of my business.”
Rob cleared his throat and stood up. “I’m gonna see if Beth needs a hand with the dishes.”
“I should’ve told you,” Sarah said after he left. “Or told Beth so she could tell you. I just hate this game of telephone. And I know Rob moving in, after what happened with us…”
They sat in silence.
“Were you ever going to tell me?” Sarah asked quietly.
Kevin nodded. “It just never seemed like the right time, you know? When things were good, I didn’t want to screw it up. When we were going through a rough patch, I didn’t want to make it worse by bringing up this whole....thing.”
Sarah let out a long, slow sigh. “Yeah. I can’t promise it would’ve gone well.”
Kevin didn’t respond to that. He didn’t need to.
“Then you opened the box, and…that was that,” he said. “Seems like it all just snowballed so fast.”
“Maybe next time you’re moving in with a girl, and you don’t want her to open your big, heavy box of secrets, don’t write ‘tax receipts’ on it. No one has that many receipts, Kevin.” She chuckled.
Kevin chuckled along with her.
Their eyes met. Kevin took a deep breath. “He makes you happy, though? He’s good to you?”
She nodded, her expression suddenly serious. “Very. And Beth…you’re sure this is what you both want?”
“More than anything.”
She smiled. The first real smile of the night.
“So you guys fixed that stupid sink?” Kevin asked.
Sarah winced. “Would you believe we just had to tighten one thing?”
“No shit. Really?”
“Yup. Took like two minutes.”
Kevin chuckled. “I never was much of a plumber. Oh, hey—did the Firth’s ever sell their place?”
“Uuuugggghhhh. Yes. And a bunch of fratboys moved in. It’s awful. They play this loud music half the night, except it’s not really even music. It’s just, like, bass?”
“That’s like our neighbors downstairs.”
Sarah leaned back. “So, tell me about that.”
“About what?” Kevin asked.
“About…everything, I guess. Everything I’ve missed.”
***
Kevin felt her before he saw her. Mommy.
She leaned over and kissed his forehead. “You two all caught up?”
“Did you know Coasters burned to the ground?!” Kevin asked. “Gone. There’s a fucking Walgreens there now.”
Mommy chuckled. “Maybe you need to read the news once in a while, baby.” She looked at Sarah. “Or maybe we all need to hang out a bit more often?”
Sarah smiled. Nodded.
Mommy leaned in close. Whispered in his ear. “Do you need a change yet, or can you wait until they leave?”
He turned to look up at her, confused. Then he felt it: that warm heaviness in his diaper. When had he done that?
Mommy smiled and gave him a quick wink.
He grinned back at her. Shrugged. “I can wait.”
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Some ways for CG’s to make their little feel safe and less anxious; these make our hearts melt and make us feel loved and accepted!
- Calling us kiddo and other cute petnames
- Diaper checks and hugs that are just sneaky diaper checks
- Talking to us in third person (“Does somebody feel little?”, “I think somebody had an accident…”)
- Playing with our plushies! Make them nuzzle and pounce us!
- Making sure we have a paci and a stuffed animal before bed and telling us our plushie will keep us safe at night.
- Noticing we dropped our paci or plushie during a nap and fixing it for us
- A well timed hug after a diaper change
- Inconspicuously making us feel little in public
- Subtle reminders of why we are diapered
- Telling us you are proud of us when we do something cute
- Butt pats
- Telling us we are too little for something
- Telling us it’s “Time to get diapered for bed” and having us bring you the diaper bag/supplies
- Kissing us goodnight
- Reading us bedtime stories
- Involving our plushies in storytime
- Helping us cuddle our plushie
- Raspberries on our tummy
- Nose boops (during changes, when you tell us we are too little)
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The anticipation of the sun and the sea was a tangible thing, a buzzing energy that coursed through her veins as she practically skipped through the airport. Her red sundress, a bright splash of color in the sterile environment, felt like a symbol of freedom, an escape from the mundane. "Finally," she sighed, tugging at the hem of her dress, just a little bit.
Then, the polite tap on her shoulder and the words: “Ma’am, we need to ask you a few questions," broke the spell. The security officer's face was as unyielding as the airport floor, and she felt a prickle of unease as they led her to a small, windowless room. She placed her suitcase on the table, "Everything is in order, right?" she asked, trying to maintain a casual tone, but she already knew that it was not.
“Routine check, ma’am,” the officer stated, his gaze unwavering as he began to unzip her luggage. The contents of her suitcase spilled out, not bikinis and suntan lotion, but a mountain of brightly colored, cartoon-emblazoned diapers. "What's all this?" the officer asked, his tone shifting to one of perplexed curiosity. She flushed, her carefully curated image of a carefree vacationer dissolving before her very eyes. "Oh, uh, those?" she stammered, "those are… for my… uh… medical condition!”
The officer raised an eyebrow. “Medical condition?” he repeated, his voice laced with a mix of skepticism and barely contained amusement. “Yes!” she said, desperately trying to maintain some dignity “It's, uh, a really bad case of… uh… needing a lot of diapers, like really absorbent ones.” Her cheeks flushed red, a color that now matched her dress.
She could see the snickers from the corner of her eye, the airport security looking like they were about to burst out in laughter. “I can explain!" she said. She could see their doubts as clearly as her soaked undergarments. That’s when she decided, she’d had enough. She lifted her red sundress slightly, revealing a diaper peeking out from underneath. "Happy now?" she said, her tone a mixture of defiance and surrender.
She grabbed her suitcase and continued walking as if nothing had happened. "Look, you can keep asking me questions and keep looking into my stuff. But I have a flight to catch!” She was determined to make her vacation memorable, even if that meant giving a show to the airport security. She walked with her head held high, the crinkling sound of her diaper a soundtrack to her rebellious stride. “I hope they sell my brand at the duty free”, she said with a smirk.
“Hey, what’s going on with you? Ohh, you’re pooping.” She grabbed his head and pulled it onto her lap. “Good boy for going in your diaper. Little baby, huh?” She reached her hand into the back of his shorts. “Wow, you really loaded it up this time. That’s a lot.”
She ran her fingers through his hair, grabbing it close to the scalp and tugging at it every so often. “Tell you what,” she said after a few moments of peace on her lap, “if you’re going to go that much why don’t I just change you into your overnight diaper early? Does that sound good?” He nodded against her lap and she started to stand up. He pulled his head up reluctantly and sat up on the couch.
She pulled him to his feet and he started to walk towards the bedroom. He didn’t make it very far before she grabbed his arms and pinned them to the sides of his body. “No way you’re walking. If you’re going to act so little I’m going to carry you.” With a little bit of struggle she managed to pick him up bridal style.
“You can lift me, but are you sure you can carry me to the bedroom?”
“Shh,” she said sternly, walking him out of the room and down the hallway. In the bedroom she let him down hard on his changing mat, a little rough, but not enough to knock the wind out of him.
He liked how rough she was being with him and she could tell, lifting his hips without warning.
Nothing eventful happened during the change except that he dribbled a little bit of pee, which was embarrassing. “Aw, you’re starting to have trouble controlling it,” she said.
Once he was all diapered again, she dressed him in pajamas and carried him back out to the living room. “See, working out is starting to pay off,” she said, letting him down on the couch and withdrawing her arms.
“Is that why you’re going to the gym so much now?” he asked. “Just so you can carry me?”
“I mean, it’s kind of a perk,” she said, sitting down next to him and pulling him onto her lap.
“Can it be the only reason?” he asked.
“Do you want it to be the only reason. Aw, you’re feeling super little right now, aren’t you?” She pet his hair away from his forehead and he closed his eyes, leaning into her shoulder. “Use your diaper anytime you want,” she said. “It’s a little early for it but I don’t mind changing you again. I mean, we haven’t even had dinner yet, and you know what usually happens after we eat dinner…”
“I have to go again after dinner,” he said.
“Yeah, you usually have to go again after we eat. But that’s okay. Here, drink a little bit of water.” She reached out for his water on the table and he clung onto her as she leaned forward. She flipped the cap off and held it up so he could drink. “You’re going to have a good day at work tomorrow, aren’t you? I bet you’ll sleep really good tonight after I baby you.”
“I’m already getting sleepy.”
“Uh-huh, aren’t you? I can tell. Stay awake so we can eat, okay?”
“I can stay awake. I just need to rest for a second…”
“Oof,” I say. “Somebody smells like pee-pee.” He squirms a little. “Who do you think it is? Can you guess?”
No answer.
“I’ll make it real easy for you, okay? Two options. Who do you think smells like they wet themselves? Me? Or you?”
I wrap my arms around him, his back on my chest, and feel him breathing in and out.
“Come on, honey, use your words.”
“Probably me,” he murmurs.
“Uh-huh,” I say, bouncing him a little on my legs. “Because who has a diaper on?”
“Just me,” he says.
I pull back the elastic of his pajama pants and he reacts involuntarily, hands reaching down to stop me from checking his diaper.
“How come you don’t want me to pull your pants down, baby?” I whisper in his ear.
“I—uh—I don’t know,” he says. He isn’t looking at me but I can feel heat coming off his neck and ears. I lean my head on his shoulder and glance at his expression. He looks ready to die of embarrassment.
“It’s just me here, honey. Nobody is going to hear you. Nobody else is going to see your diaper. And have I ever judged anything you’ve done?”
He shakes his head.
“No, that’s right, I haven’t. Put your hands on mine, okay? Like this.” I place his left hand on the back of my left hand and he takes initiative and places his right hand over my right hand. And then we both ease down the elastic waistband of his pajama pants, enough to see a very, very wet diaper peek out.
“Would it feel good if I touched it, honey?” I ask. His left hand slips up to his mouth and he bites his finger. He nods.
“Where? Show me where.” He pulls my right hand down into his pants and I start to rub his diaper, squeezing it. “That’s really heavy, I say. You had to go a lot, huh? Should we change you?”
He shakes his head.
“No change? Why not, baby? Ohh, do you want me to keep petting you?”
“Don’t stop,” he says. Now both of his hands are up by his face. “D-don’t stop.” His breath is getting shaky. He shifts his hips, diaper crinkling. I start to rub him faster and he’s grinding against my hand, and getting it damp from his pee soaking through the material. He’s so cute like this, whining and blushing, and I can’t resist kissing his neck over and over. “Mama, I’m going to—“ He arches his back, squirming like crazy on my lap.
“Aww, did you have another accident in your diaper?” I ask him, pushing him gently down onto the couch and climbing on top of him, one elbow on either side of his body. He nods shakily. I settle on the couch behind him and wrap my arms around him again, pulling him very close to me. “Handsome, smelly baby. Do you want a change now?”
He shakes his head. “Uh-uh. Can I just have five more minutes like this?”
“What, do you like wearing a smelly, sticky, used diaper? Huh, baby?”
“Mmmmm…maybe…”
“And you like me holding you?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Okay, we can stay like this for five minutes. And then you’re getting a change.”
1. Do you have a Daddy/Mommy/Caregiver?
2. Do you have a favourite stuffie?
3. What’s the name of the first stuffie you got?
4. Who is your favourite Disney Character?
5. Do you have rules from your Daddy/Mommy/Caregiver?
6. What’s your least favourite rule?
7. What’s your favourite cartoon?
8. Do you have a paci?
9. Do you have any cute pets?
10. What’s your favourite colour?
11. Do you have a favourite blankie?
12. What’s your favourite Disney song?
13. What’s your favourite bedtime story?
14. What do you like most about being little?
15. What makes you go into little space?
16. Would you be little 24/7 if you could?
17. Do other people irl know you’re little?
18. What’s your favourite little space snack?
19. Do you have a favourite onesie?
20. What’s your thoughts about diapers?
21. Do you wear diapers?
22. Do you like superheroes?
23. Who is your favourite superhero?
24. What is your little age?
25. What things do you do in little space?
26. When did you know you was a little?
27. If daddies/mommies/caregivers had rules, what would they be?
28. Do you have a bedtime?
29. What’s your favourite thing your daddy/mommy/caregiver does for you in little space?
30. Do you have a little best friend?
31. Do you have any games/apps on your phone for when you’re in little space? What are they called?
32. Do you have a favourite sippy cup?
33. How many sippy cups do you have?
34. Have you ever been to Disney world?
35. Do you like Barbie movies?
36. What’s your favourite animal?
34. Do you have bath toys?
35. What’s your favourite thing about the dd/lg community?
36. Do you have a plate and cutlery set?
37. Do you have a divided plate?
38. What’s your favourite drink to have in little space?
39. Do you like dinosaurs?
40. What’s your favourite dinosaur?
41. Have you ever been to the zoo with your daddy/mommy/caregiver
42. Do you dress little in public?
43. Have you ever called your partner daddy/mommy/caregiver in public?
44. What’s your favourite ice cream flavour?
45. What’s your favourite sweeties?
46. Do you like stickers?
47. What’re your favourite sticker?
48. Do you have a favourite colouring book?
49. Do you like to colour in crayons/felt pens or coloured pencils?
50. What advice would you give to new littles in the dd/lg community?
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“I said no,” he says, eyes on the jigsaw puzzle strewn out before him on the dining room table. He lifts a piece and found its place easily.
“Sweetheart, you’ve been doing this puzzle for two hours straight and you haven’t gotten up for the bathroom at all. I know that pull-up is soaked.”
“Can you get out of my hair for five seconds?” he says, irritated. “I’m making really good progress on this.” He really is, quickly snapping together four more pieces.
“Are we really going to do this today?”
“I’m not doing anything. Except for this puzzle.” He scans what he has so far and swaps around a couple of big pieces. She watches his fingers moving quickly, sliding over the loose pieces and flipping them around, and almost gets distracted. That and the cute face he makes when he’s concentrating…She snaps out of it when he glances up, an angry crease in his forehead. “You’re breaking my concentration! Don’t you have something else to do?”
“You’re being such a brat! I can’t believe you! You’re being very, very bad!”
“Sorry,” he says, not sounding sorry at all, and snapping together two more pieces. “Wow! That one almost stumped me earlier! Look!” He turns around to show it to her, excited.
“Really? You were just telling me to leave and now you want me to praise you because you’re doing a good job at your puzzle? Come on, get your butt over here. I know you need a change, bad.”
He hesitates, hands on the back of his chair.
“Come on, sweetheart, come over here like a good boy and let me check your diaper. I know you want to hear me call you a good boy.”
“No! I don’t!” He’s blushing. His eyes are looking at the puzzle but his body is still turned towards hers.
“Do you need me to manhandle you?” She comes a little closer, getting ready to lift him out of the chair. She is just a little stronger than he is and she knows this is a sore spot of his.
“No!! I’m coming over.” He stands up slowly and carefully. Oh, yeah. There’s a little round wet patch on his pants on one of his thighs. And as he walks towards her she can see where his pull-up is sagging.
She takes him to the bathroom and pulls his pants down. The pull-up is completely saturated with piss. “Jesus, baby,” she says. “You should have told me sooner.”
“Why is that my job?” he asks, rolling his eyes.
“Dude, really? Did you want me to check you by force every half-hour? You’re an adult man pissing himself on purpose and I’m changing your literal diapers, and you’re this ungrateful? Hands on your head, right now.”
He obliges immediately, knowing that he’s gone too far. She yanks the pull-up down and slaps his wet ass roughly. And again. And again, until it’s completely red and raw. He’s silent during the entire ordeal but when she turns him around and eases his hands off his head he has tears on his cheeks. It can’t be all bad, though, otherwise he wouldn’t also be sporting a huge erection.
“Aw, baby,” she says, roughing his hair and standing on tiptoe to kiss him. “It didn’t hurt that bad, did it?”
“No, mommy,” he says quietly.
“Let me wipe your eyes. Then I’m going to wipe you up down here. Does that feel better? I’m going to get you a new, clean pull-up.”
“You didn’t say it yet.”
“What was that?” She looks over her shoulder, hands in the diaper drawer.
“You said if I agreed you’d call me, um…”
Ohhh. That’s right. Wouldn’t it be fun to play dumb and make him say it? “What was that? I don’t know what you’re talking about, honey. I said I’d call you something?”
He fidgets with his collar, looking down, while she stands in front of him with the fresh pull-up. “Um, yousaidyoudcallmeagoodboy,” he says very quickly, looking away.
“Ohh, that’s right, I did. But even when you followed me into the bathroom, you still talked back to me. Are you ready to be a good boy now?”
“Yes, mommy.”
“Okay,” she says. “Step into this, honey.”
“Wait…can I go poop first, please? I really need to.”
“Okay, go to the toilet. I’ll wait right here.” She crosses her arms but he looks at the toilet with a weird expression, like suspicion. “What?”
“Um, that’s going to hurt. Um, sitting down…”
“Ohh, right. Yeah, it’ll hurt. Are you gonna go?”
He starts twisting his shirt between his hands very fast. “I was wondering, if, maybe, um, just this once, I could poop in the pull-up?”
“Sweetheart…Okay, fine. You can go poop in the pull-up. Help me get it on you.” He tries to hide his excitement as she slips the pull-up up his legs and makes sure it’s snuggly on his hips. “Squat over the floor.” She points a finger down and he obeys, wrapping his arms around her legs. “Now go poop in your pull-up.”
His face scrunches and she hears a crackling sound from the diaper. “Umf,” he groans.
“Are you finished?”
“Uh-uh.”
“Stand up. I want to see the damage so far.” The pull-up has a huge lump in the back and is wet from where he involuntarily pissed himself while pushing. She wraps a hand around the lump and shakes it a little. “That’s not a very big log,” she says.
“There’s definitely more,” he says. “I really need to go.”
“Can you finish standing up?”
He nods and braces himself on the counter, and then she watches as his pull-up expands to its limit, a huge, hefty log pushing against it. Holy fuck, that’s hot, she thinks to herself as he groans again.
“I’m all down now,” he says.
“Good boy,” she says, wrapping her arms around him and ruffling his hair again. “Come on back to your puzzle. I’m going to put a stack of towels down on your chair so you can keep working for a little while without worrying about leaks, because there’s no way I’m changing you again so soon. Besides, that’ll feel better than sitting on the hard chair right after a spanking.”
“What!! You expect me to sit in a—“
“At-tat-tat,” she says, shaking a finger.
“Sorry. Thank you for changing me, mommy. And thank you for letting me go number two in my pull-up.”
"Go wait upstairs for me baby, pull out a diaper and lay on the bed. Don't do anything else until I come upstairs."
My eyes follow my sweet baby boy until I can only hear his footsteps up the carpet stairs and the door shutting. I busy myself tidying up the mess we left from dinner, throwing out our trash, and putting our dishes in the sink. I can only do my best to hide my excitement at the thought of my brain-dead baby waiting upstairs for me.
Once I figured we were tidied enough I slowly and quietly make my way upstairs, hoping to find my baby misbehaving, any excuse for a punishment. We both find punishments fun, oddly enough. I push open the bedroom door to find a perfectly behaved, obediently waiting baby; diaper laid down and little legs crossed. "Good job baby, you did so well listening to my directions..." I cooed. He smiles stupidly up at me and I crawl across the bed and move to take his sweats and boxers off. He lifts his hips to help me and I pull his clothing all the way down, off his ankles so he lays bottomless in bed.
I pull apart the diaper, taking my time, but noting the excitement in his eyes as the plastic material crinkles in my hands. I adjust the tabs to ensure ease of use and start guiding the diaper toward his bottom. On reflex, he lifts his hips for me to place it beneath him and helps me situate it in the right spot. I push his hips back down, seeing him smile as the diaper crinkles beneath him.
Before I can even pull the padding up between his thighs he gets hard. I made quick work of securing his diaper, pulling the tabs tight to make sure he doesn't leak. He knows he won't get out of them until I decide he's ready to be changed tonight. Once secure, I pat his hip to let him know he can get up.
"You did such a good job baby. Can you sit up for Mommy?" He does as he's asked and I pull him toward me and make him face the full-length mirror beside the bed. "Look at you baby... what do you see?"
He hesitates and finds my eyes in the mirror and looks away quickly before saying "Me and Mommy..."
"That's a good boy... you know what else I see?"
"What?" His inquisitive eyes find mine in the mirror once more.
"I see a pathetic grown man who gets off on being put in diapers by a woman who's half his size. What would your friends think if they saw you like this?" I punctuate the question with a gentle smack on his bottom, just enough to create an audible diaper crinkle.
He lowers his head in dog-like submission and nods at me, diverting his eyes from my gaze.
"They'd make fun of you, wouldn't they baby? You pretend to be a big strong man but look at you now..." I take hold of his chin and make him look at himself in the mirror. "Look at you baby, so weak. You're calling me Mommy and wearing a diaper, all because I told you to."
He nods again, taking in his reflection in the mirror. He recognizes that if anyone caught him like this he wouldn't ever live it down. I reach around to the front of his diaper to feel him, still hard, enjoying the humiliation. I smirk at him in the mirror and he drops his head in submission once again.
"Now, do you want to play video games with Mommy? We can play our new favorite game together... how does that sound?"
He looks up and nods eagerly, a smile crossing his face with glassy eyes. "Can I put my pants back on Mommy..?" He asks hesitantly, already knowing my answer.
"No baby, I want you to sit in just your diaper and play the game with me so I can check you easily whenever I need to. Do you understand baby?"
"Yes, Mommy..."
"Good boy, I'm going to get my things set up downstairs so we can play, are you going to be okay up here all by yourself?"
"Yes, Mommy..."
"That's my good boy. Go on, get ready to play. I'll be downstairs." I say as I move to get off the bed. I head to the door and close it behind me, trusting him to behave on his own. We both settle into our game together and after about 20 minutes I ask to take a quick break so I can run to the restroom.
"I have to pee too..." I hear him say quietly.
"Well you're lucky baby, do you know why?"
"Yes..." He hesitates to say, not wanting to use the word diaper.
"Why is that baby? Use your words." I press.
"Because I'm wearing a diaper..." He almost whispers.
"That's right baby, good job. You can go to the bathroom any time you want, aren't you lucky!"
I stand and head to the bathroom and on my way back I decide to check on my sweet baby. I make my way up the stairs to find him patiently waiting for me to return to our game, hands folded in his lap. As I walk into the room he looks up at me and smiles stupidly, eyes completely vacant. I cross to him and reach down to feel his diaper. It's wet and warm and almost completely soaked.
"Good job baby, you made such a mess in your diaper... come here." I pull him out of his chair and make him follow me to the bed and I crawl in, pulling him into my arms. "You did such a good job making a mess for Mommy, you know what would please Mommy even more?" I say as I start to pull off my shorts and panties under the blankets.
"What Mommy?"
"If you'd get on your hands and knees and eat Mommy out until she cums on your face baby... go on, do as your told..." He moves until he's settled between my thighs and puts his mouth to my already sensitive clit and starts lapping at it.
"Fuck baby, that feels so good... you're doing such a good job already... good boy..."
Hey, are you pooping yourself right now? Okay, I thought so. Thank you for telling me. Was this on purpose or was it an accident? What’s that honey? You don’t want to tell me, do you? Why don’t you want to tell me? Is it because it was on purpose and you’re embarrassed? Are you embarrassed that you’re going in your diaper on purpose? Oh, don’t worry. We can pretend it was an accident if it makes you feel better.
“But having accidents like *that* in your diaper is really serious, sweetheart,” I say, kissing your temple (one of the only parts of your blushing face not obscured by your crossed arms). “We’ll have to go to the store and get some more tomorrow. Come on and get up, now. You need me to change you before bedtime.”
The next morning, I make you change your own wet diaper while I take my time putting on an outfit and doing my hair. I know we’re low enough on supply that you’ll want to hold your morning poop until after the diaper run, and I can also tell this is frustrating you a little but you don’t want to admit it.
“Are you okay, sweetheart? Need help changing?” I ask as you wander into the bathroom for the second time, fidgeting around with the towels while I carefully place and re-place the beret I’m using to clip back my bangs.
“No, I already did.”
“Do you have to go poop?” I ask nonchalantly, knowing it’ll make you freeze up and blush. I hum, pretending I’m not watching your reflection in the mirror for your reaction.
“Kinda,” you say, finally.
“You can go in the toilet if you’re desperate,” I say. “You know, like most people do.”
You whine a little and wander out of the bathroom again. I shut the drawer under the sink, satisfied with my hair style, and put my chapstick and bobby pins and keys in my bag. I find you sitting on the couch, knees pressed to your chest. “Are you going to be sulky at the store, too?” I ask, as I try to pull you up and you whine again. “Because you can stay home. And you might not like what happens when I get back if you do.”
Your face is red again. I bet it’s burning. “No, I’m gonna…”
“You’re gonna be good? You can say it, it’s okay.” I interlace my fingers with yours and we walk towards the door.
“I’ll be good,” you say, and I lean up to kiss you a couple times on the cheek as we leave the apartment and lock the door behind us.
“I’m sorry for teasing you,” I say, holding the passenger door open so you can get in the car. “You know I don’t mean it, right?” You nod, obviously distracted. I turn the key in the ignition and we’re off to the store. “You can tease me back if you want.”
You seem to think for a second, scratching your leg. “I can’t think of anything,” you finally say.
Now we’re pulling into the parking lot. “Distracted by something?” I ask, amazed by how easy it is to push your buttons and make you blush again. “Don’t cover your face, sweetheart,” I say, swatting your hands away. “I want all these people to see how lucky I am to have such a handsome boy.” Oh, that made it worse, didn’t it? I’m so proud of myself.
In the store, we go straight to the incontinence section, of course. But when you reach for our regular brand, I shake my head. “No, honey, we’re getting something different today.” I reach up and grab a package of larger, thicker adult diapers that don’t even try to pretend to be “incontinence underwear” on the packaging. I struggle a little under the awkward package coming down from the top shelf and you reach out to help carry it but I steady myself. “No thank you, I got it.”
I carry the package all the way to the check-out, not bothering to hide what it is. Once we are in line at a busy cash register, surrounded by people and watching the package of adult diapers go down the conveyor belt, I say, in a regular speaking voice, “These are going to work a lot better since you started having big accidents.” I point at the box even though it’s obvious what I’m talking about. And then I watch you cringe and blush in my peripheral vision, smiling with satisfaction.
After paying, I throw the diapers into the backseat and get inside the car, unlocking your door and reaching across the seats to push it open for you. But you don’t get in immediately.
“What’s wrong, darling?” I ask.
“Um, I might have um…” You get inside and I can’t help but notice a slightly pained expression as you sit down on the seat.
“What’s the matter?”
“Um…”
“Come on, what’s the matter?” I press.
“I, uh, I-I just pooped myself a little bit. I was going pee and it kind of slipped out.”
“In public?” I ask. “You’re getting bold!” I start the car again.
“Uh-uh,” you say, shaking your head. It’s not the only thing that’s shaking. You raise your hands in front of your eyes and see them trembling, too. “It wasn’t on purpose this time, I swear. For real.”
I shift my legs around like a sick pervert. Fuck, that’s hot.
“Can you hold the rest of it until we get home?”
“I’m trying,” you say.
“Not because I don’t want you to poop your pants. But because I want you to finish on my lap.”
“You sick fuck!” you say, lightly slapping my arm.
“Now there’s what you were looking for earlier,” I say, grabbing your hand and kissing each one of your knuckles. “Silly boy.”
I feel good knowing I still have the upper hand because just this gesture and those two words shut you up good. When we get back to the apartment, I practically drag you up the front walkway because I’m so excited.
“Are you holding it?” I ask, unlocking the door.
“Barely,” you say, shifting from foot to foot.
“One second, I need to get myself a glass of water,” I say, leaving you standing beside the couch in agony.
I come back and take several long sips of water before setting the glass down and opening my arms. You climb up immediately, relief on your face, and nestle up close to me. Your thumb slips into your mouth absentmindedly, like it does sometimes when you’re tired.
“It already started to poke out,” you say quietly. I brush my fingers gently through your hair.
“Push it out,” I say. “There you go. That’s okay. And when you’re done I’ll change you really special.” I kiss the top of your head.
He climbs into my lap while I’m sitting on the couch. “Oh, hi,” I say, setting down the book I was reading. He’s smiling sneakily. “What’s going on?”
He giggles and laces his arms around my neck. “Nothing,” he says.
“It kinda smells like someone around here needs their diaper changed. And it certainly isn’t me.”
“I need to go pee.”
“No, you don’t. You need to be changed. Come on.” I stand up, forcing him to stand, too. His sweatpants are sagging pretty low. “Jeez, how much did you poop?”
“Umm…only a little,” he says, following me to the bedroom. I lay a changing pad out on the floor.
But when I say, “Lie down”, he falters.
“B-but I have to pee,” he says.
“Okay? Hold it. You’ll leak if you go right now.” Now that he’s wearing 24/7, there are fewer opportunities to get him to hold, and I think it’s so cute when he’s desperate. He fidgets for a second in the doorway, and I snap my fingers and point at the change mat.
“I’m going to pee on the floor,” he says, worried, as he lies down and raises his hips so I can start sliding off his sweatpants.
“You better not,” I say. “Engage your muscles, honey. We talked about this.” I undo the tapes on his diaper. As I’m reaching for the packet of wipes, I take the opportunity to lean close to his ear and say, “And don’t think about waterfalls, or rainstorms, or…”
“Stooooop,” he says, shoving me away.
I laugh at him. He’s squirmy during the whole change. “Suck your thumb,” I say. “That’ll give you something to do.” His thumb pops into his mouth. “I need to go wash my hands before I fluff your new diaper, honey,” I say, rising to my feet. “That was reallyy messy.” I take my time in the bathroom, dropping his dirty diaper in the pail and washing my hands twice to make sure. When I come back to the bedroom, he’s chewing on the space between his thumb and his index finger, hips shifting incessantly on the pad.
“Aww,” I say, opening up the clean diaper and fluffing it up. “Here, watch.” I push the clean diaper close to his face and squeeze the padding with my fingers, showing him how absorbent it is. I rub it against his cheek. “Isn’t that soft? It’s going to be around your cute hips in a second.”
“Stop it!!” he says, spitting out his hand. “Just put it on already!!”
“Sooo bratty,” I say, teasing him by dragging the open diaper along his thigh. “Doesn’t that feel soft and nice?”
“Y-yes..!!” he stammers. “Please can I have it on, now? I’m-I’m so close to leaking.” He was so bold and bratty before, but now he’s finally getting embarrassed, pulling the neckline of his sweater up around his face.
“Aw…How close do you feel? Are you bursting?”
“I’m…I’m gonna…” he says. “Fuck!”
“No swearing.” I swat his cheek. “Bad boy.”
“I’m sorry,” he says. “Please, can I have my diaper on? Please, please. I need to pee in it.”
“This is turning you on a lot,” I say, swatting at his dick, too, like I’m curious to see what will happen. “That’s so silly. Why is this turning you on so much, baby boy?”
“I-I don’t know, it’s almost like I like being teased or something,” he says.
“Sooo sarcastic. Sooo witty.” I lean over him and kiss his nose. I let my arm brush against his cock as I move back down by his legs and sit up. I feel a little bit of wetness where my forearm brushed the head of his penis. “Aww, is that precum or pee, baby?”
He sinks lower into his sweater. “It’s not pee. I’m holding it. But I can’t take much more. Please let me wear my diaper.”
“Okay, you’ve convinced me. Hips up, honey.” He raises his butt into the air and I slide the fresh diaper under him. I pull the front through his legs slowly and gently and hear a hiss almost immediately.
“Aww, peeing already?” I ask, taping him secure and pulling him to a sitting position. His thumb is back in his mouth and he’s sucking furiously. “Is someone mad at me, hmm?”
He turns his head away from me, but I get a good hold on it, fingers nestled in his curly hair, and spin him to face me. We make quick eye contact and then his eyes dart away. I pop his thumb out of his mouth and give him a couple quick kisses, letting our lips lock before pulling away.
I reach down and squeeze his padding and he squirms closer to me. I lean back against our bed and pull him towards me. “Aw, do you feel better since you went pee?”
“Mhmm,” he says, and his hand slides down to the front of his diaper, almost unconsciously, and he starts to rub it.
“Oh, you really want that, huh?” I ask, covering his hand with mine.
He doesn’t answer with words but looks me in the eyes and nods eagerly.
“Do you want me to help you out?”
“Mmhm,” he says, taking his hands away and wrapping them around my shoulders again. I undo my shirt and let him massage one of my tits in his hand. I adjust under him so that I’m sitting with my knees up and he starts to rub himself on one of my thighs, softly at first. It isn’t long before his hormones take over and he’s humping desperately.
I wait until he’s really worked up before grabbing his wrists and stand us both up, dragging him back over to the changing mat and laying him down. I let him briefly suck on my tit, almost like he’s kissing it, before moving myself down so that we can make out while I undo the tapes on his diaper. I open it and cup his balls. He gasps. I slide my fingers up to his shaft and start jerking him off.
I pull my face away from his. “Are you close?” He’s panting hard.
“Unf,” he pants. “Yes. I’m going to—I…oh gosh! I’m cumming!”
I let go of him and sit up, watching his cock jerk and spit its spunk all over his groin and lower belly. Then I swoop in and tape him up again.
“Hey!!” he protests. “I just came! It’s going to get all sticky in there.”
“I’m not changing you again so soon,” I say. “You’re just going to have another accident.”
“Nuh-uh!” he says. “I held for a while last time, i can be good again!”
“Riiiight,” I say, making sure his tapes are secure. “Come on and get up. I think you have some chores to do, right?”
“I don’t wanna do them like this!”
“Well, you aren’t changing, and the back garden needs to be weeded and the dishes washed. Do you want to do it with pants or without?”
He’s blushing. “With pants!!”
“With pants, please.”
“With pants, please!”
“Okay, honey. Stand up.”
He doesn’t protest anymore. Soon his pants are up around his hips and he’s walking around the backyard, sometimes stooping to weed between the flowerbeds. I made sure to put a big hat and sunscreen on him. I watch through the window. I like seeing that little uncomfortable waddle. I wonder how long it’ll take before he gets a little aroused again in that dirty diaper.
The screen door opens.
“Back so soon to do the dishes?”
“You were right,” he says, setting his hat down and looking away, blushing. “I had another accident.”
