Princessess

Age 23 NO MINORS

[angel-in-your-basement]

Here’s the thing that some people don’t seem to understand about sex & kink. You have to respect boundaries before you get to push them. You have to show people they’re safe before you get to make them feel scared. You have to respect people before you get to degrade them. You have to be normal with people before you get to be dirty with them. You can’t be skipping steps. Treating them like a person always comes before treating them like a toy.

[prettylittledevil40004]

[mads-the-dog]

A sharp tug.

Knuckles brush against my lower back.

Pain, dragging me up and into my tip toes.

"And what do we have here?"

Your cool, sharp tone sends shivers down my spine.

"Who told you that you were allowed to wear big kid undies?"

I whimper, a deep blush blossoming on my face as you tug harder on the waistband of my cotton undies.

"I... uh... I..."

I stutter out, grasping for an answer that's not there.

I jump, as much as I can already standing on my tiptoes, when I feel a hard swat fall on my backside.

I immediately regret the action, my movement only serving to wedge my underwear deeper between my cheeks.

"That wasn't an answer," you bark, punctuating your smack, "I asked you: Who said you were allowed to wear big kid undies today?"

You tug up hard on the waistband of my undies, torturing me further for my failure to comply with your demands promptly.

"I... I did," I manage to sputter out between groans and whimpers.

Heat grows in my lower abdomen as I can feel disapproval radiating off of you behind me.

My blush deepens.

Why does your manhandling and bullying turn me on so much?

"Oh?" You growl, weakening your grip on my undergarments and allowing me to gather myself for a moment, "You decided, did you? I didn't think that was a choice you were allowed to make."

You release me completely, allowing me to reach for my backside to pick my cotton undies out of my cheeks as I spin to face you.

I immediately regret turning when you place your hands on my chest, shoving me to the ground before I know what's going on.

Once I'm on the floor, spread-legged, you press a foot to my crotch, pinning me in place.

The physical contact causes a wave of pleasure to radiate through me. I let out a small, pathetic moan, revealing my aroused state and causing a smirk to blossom on your face.

"You know?" You purr, putting more pressure between my legs, "Now that I think about it, you definitely are not allowed to choose what sort of undies you wear."

I whimper again as you increase the pressure on my groin further, turning the sensation from pleasure to pain.

"I'm going to have to punish you for that," you chirp merrily as I squirm under your weight, "Now, show me what a good little baby you are and wet yourself for me, or your punishment is going to be worse."

A low, guttural whine escapes my throat as I feel my blush spread to my whole body.

I'm completely under your control, and we both know it.

It only takes a moment until warm, hot piss fills and overflows the seemingly mature underwear I put on this morning.

Your laugh is confident, powerful, and demeaning.

"Such a pathetic little thing, aren't you?" You say through guffaws, "And you thought you could decide if you wore underwear or not?"

I whimper as a puddle begins to form under my ass.

"Good thing I packed your diaper bag today, isn't it?" You ask rhetorically, removing your foot from my nethers and fully exposing my shame.

"Now, you stay right there, while I go get you a big, thick diaper, so that adorable little tush can get back exactly to where it belongs."

[mbdd2]

Oh my princess. You just keep proving to me time and time again how you desperately need diapers. Look at you messing your diaper. I think potty privileges are hearby revoked for good. You'll just have to get used to messing your diapers. Cry all you want, Princess, I've made my decision and it's final.

[oliveeyeddaddy]

Making Her Feel Little (Definitive Edition)

By no means am I an expert, but see the below list to help guide your little into littlespace and keep her there as long as her little heart desires. Hopefully you see something new or something you’ve never considered!  Emotional Care! ——————————————————–

- Ask her if she’s being a good girl - Tell her when she’s being good - Remind her how small she is - Call her cute little or pet names - Talk to her in a cute voice that brings a smile to her face - Say encouraging words - Make her blush - Congratulate her on doing something difficult - Always tell her you love her more. Never give in - Ask her a silly question - Playfully and politely tease her - Sit her in your lap - Cuddle her - Cuddle and tickle attacks - Pick her up and carry her around - Kiss her forehead - Kiss her cheek - Always offer her a hug. From the front and from behind - Pet/pat her head - Pat her diapered butt - Boop her nose - Wiggle her piggy toes - Blow raspberries on her belly - Hold her when she’s sad - Wipe away her tears and console her - Be her safe place to go when she needs one - Hold her when she’s shivering - Play with her hair - Take pictures with her - Put her drawings/colorings on your fridge - Interact in her little space - Lose to her puppy dog eyes - Ask her if there is something daddy can help with - Leave her cute easy to read notes, or little pictures to show you care - Let her smell you, spray your cologne on something for her - Let her wear one of daddy’s “grown up” shirts around the house

Physical Care! ——————————————————– - Kissing her ouchies - Calling any injuries ouchies or boo boo’s - Give colorful Bandaid’s with childish designs - Wrap her up and tell her she’s brave for not crying (Or tell her that anyway even her tears have subsided) - Rub her tummy when it hurts - Hold her hand in public so she doesn’t wander off - Help her get something she can’t reach - Buckle her seatbelt - Order for her - Never let her pay - Let her pick out a toy or treat, and buy it for her - Randomly bring her paci to her - Telling her to say “ah” before putting her paci in her mouth - Take her somewhere it would be okay to dress as a little - Open doors for her - Cover her eyes with your hands to hide them from scary or inappropriate things - Let her help you pick something out - Frequent diaper checks - Surprise her with a ‘little’ gift if you haven’t seen her in awhile - Pack a diaper bag in front of her if you’re both going out so she sees firsthand all the little stuff you are bringing along

Time to Get Ready for the day, Baby Girl! ——————————————————– - Good morning text when you’re not around - Pull her close and give her a good morning kiss - Ask her about her dreams - Change her diapers. Baby Wipes, Powder, ointment when needed, baby lotion and a kiss at the end for being good during her change - Undress her - Give her a bubble bath - Wash her hair (make sure she closes her eyes so she doesn’t get shampoo in them when you rinse) - Dry her off with a towel - Choose what she wears for the day - Dress her - Tie her shoes for her - Help her put her jacket or coat on and zip it up for her - Brush her hair - Give her bows, pig tails, or anything else she needs to feel cute

Chore Time & Learning Time! ——————————————————– - Give her a routine - Set up a chore chart - Ask her to think if there was anything she forgot to do today - Help her with a difficult chore - Help her make a difficult choice, spell out the options of each - Ask her to put away her toys - Ask her to gather all her dirty clothes for you to wash - Remind her to say “Please” and “Thank you” - Ask her to count something. (How many apples do we have left? How many cars are there in line? How many fingers am I holding up?) - Ask her the color of something - Ask her to identify some basic shapes - Tell her to read you something easy - Ask her to spell something easy - Ask her to do basic math (1 animal cracker +2 raisins =?) - Ask her if she has any homework, if she needs help with her homework, or if she’s finished her homework

Meal Time! ——————————————————– - Handing her a sippy with a yummy drink - Handing her a bottle (ba-ba) - Tell her to keep both hands on her drink so she doesn’t spill - Put her in a bib before meals - Sitting her in a high chair or booster seat when practical is preferred - Remind her to wash her hands before a meal - Refilling her sippy for her so she doesn’t spill - Blowing on hot food - Cutting her food for her - Cut the icky crusts off her sandwiches - Feeding her her food - Airplane or other playfulness to make sure she eats her meal - When out to eat, ask for a kid’s menu (and crayons where applicable) - Wipe her mouth or hands off when she gets messy - Tell her to be a good girl and finish what’s on her plate - A sweet treat every now and then - Ask her to count one of her food items or tell you the color of different things on her plate - Telling her no sweets so she doesn’t ruin her next meal - Use dishes and silverware meant for toddlers. Plastic forks with dull prongs or plastic plates with cartoon designs on them are best

Play Time! ——————————————————– - Surprise trips to the park - Push her on the swing - Take her to play with puppies and kitties - Those little kid trips every Little dreams about (Disney World) - Sand castles at the beach, snow forts in snow, leaf piles in the fall - Kiddie pool out back on a hot summer day - Take her on a “themed” little date - Playing with her toys with her - Joining her in her tea party - Referring to her stuffies by name - Interacting with her stuffies as if they’re living - Remembering little stories or traits about her stuffies - Invite her to a surprise tea party with her stuffies and you - Puppet show! Or more likely an interactive story using her stuffies - Play pretend with her. Put yourself in the imaginary world she has chosen - Ask her about her imaginary friend - Let her play dress up with her clothes or your adult clothes - Color with her - Make her something while drawing or doing arts and crafts - Finger painting somewhere it’s okay to make a mess - Sidewalk chalk outdoors with her - Play little aged games (Candyland, for example) - Build her a blanket fort - Piggy back rides - Give her upsies! Toss her up and catch her (if practical) - Chase her around the room/house/yard - Suggest a movie meant for little ones - Watch cartoons with her - Play a cute 2 player game. Co-op, or competitive (but let her win once in awhile) - Sing-a-long songs. Have her sing them or dance - Have a play pen set up and/or the foam piece flooring set up in their main playing area

Bed Time! ——————————————————–

- Ask if shes ready for bed. “Bed-Time, Beddy Bye Time, Ni-Night time, etc” - Remind her to brush her teeth and go potty before bed - Dress her in her jammies and night-time diaper - Ask her which stuffie she wants to sleep with and put it in her arms - Find her favorite blanket, her “blankie” and give it to her - Tuck her in - Read bedtime stories - Make up a fairy tail story for her – Ask for her input in your made up story - Sing or hum her a lullaby - Ask her if she needs her night light, plug it in if she does - Check for monsters (closet, under bed, hallway) - Keep her safe from the dark, the thunderstorms, or the meanies in her life - Be her big spoon - Let her fall asleep on you - Goodnight texts when you’re not around - Be there for her if she has nightmares. Tell her everything is okay now that Daddy is here.

Important Things to Ask or Say! ——————————————————– - “Did you go potty?” “Do you need to go potty?” - “Do you need to be changed?” - “Did you go pee-pee?” “Did you make a mess?” - “Did you take your medicine like a big girl?” - “Be careful baby” - “Make sure you stay close to Daddy” - “You’re too little to do that!” - “Does baby need a hand?” - “Did you learn anything new today?” - “Do you need anything from Daddy?” - “Do you love Daddy?” - “What does my little girl want to do today?” - “Tell me everything about your day. I want to know!” - “Which veggie is the most icky?” - “Are you ticklish? Where is your most tickliest spot?” - “Are you scared of the dark?” - “Which Stuffie is the one to which you tell all your secrets?” - “Which dinosaur is best?” - “What shape do you want your (Sandwich, Pancakes, Cookies, etc.) in?” - “Where’s the best hiding spot for hide and seek?” - “Which drink is the bestest, most yummiest drink?” - “What color is your toothbrush?” - “What does baby want for her birthday?” - “Which snacks make you feel the Littlest?” - “Other than stuffies, what other Little toys do you have? Cars? Tea Set? a Red Wagon?” - “Remember we give puppies (or kitties) soft pets” - “We try and color inside the lines, don’t we baby girl?”

Punishment Time! ——————————————————– - If she’s not being good, tell her to behave herself - If she continues to misbehave, threaten a spanking - Make sure she doesn’t say inappropriate words - Make sure she doesn’t get into anything meant for adults; (babies get curious!) - Make sure she shares her toys and plays well with others - Put her in a nap if she’s fussy - Put her in time out if she’s being naughty - Make her say out loud why she’s being punished - Make her write lines outlining how she misbehaved - Use your stern daddy or mommy voice - Avoid yelling, shouting, or raising your voice if at all possible - If all else fails, over the knee spanking (diapered or bare bottomed)

Last, but not least,

YOU’RE HER WHOLE WORLD, and she needs to know that she is your whole world too!

Input/constructive criticism appreciated Inspiration from posts by daddyslovelyprincess33, kitten-space-124 sciencescribbler, and jennibellarella. ©OliveEyedDaddy(®)

[drbailey]

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[mothergo0se]

The zoo is loud, crowded, and full of excitement — everything that makes a big day feel even bigger to a little one. My baby clutches my hand tightly as we make our way past the lemur habitat, the sun warm on our backs and the scent of popcorn and sunscreen in the air.

They’re doing their best.

They’ve got their little baseball cap on, their special zoo backpack with snacks and a sippy cup inside, and shorts over a thick diaper that’s been quietly puffing up all morning. Not that they’d admit it. Every time I ask if they need a change, they give me that shy little shake of the head.

“I’m fine, Mommy,” they mumbled earlier when I checked under the table at lunch. “It’s just a little wet.”

But I know the signs.

The way they waddle just a bit more now. The way their hand keeps drifting toward their waistband like they’re checking, hoping, praying they’re still “okay.” As if they get a say in what counts as “okay.”

We stop to look at the giraffes, and I let them press their nose to the glass. They squeal quietly when one of the giraffes comes close, their excitement bubbling over — and that’s when I hear it.

Pfffft.

A soft little puff, just barely audible over the kids nearby. Then another. Then a pause.

Their body stiffens, and I feel their hand tighten in mine.

They don’t say anything — but I look down and see the change in their face. That little wrinkle between the eyebrows. The growing panic in their eyes.

I crouch beside them and speak low, gentle.

“Sweetheart, do you need to go potty?”

They glance around, cheeks pinking. They whisper, barely audible:

“I… I think I already did.”

I rest a hand on the back of their shorts. Warm. Thick. Heavier than it was ten minutes ago.

And still filling.

“Oh, baby,” I murmur, giving them a soft pat. “You didn’t even ask this time.”

They make a small, high-pitched sound — more embarrassed than anything — and bury their face in my shoulder as I scoop them up.

“Don’t worry,” I whisper, rocking them gently as I carry them away from the crowd, toward the family restroom. “That’s why you wear diapers, remember? You don’t have to hold it anymore. Mommy’s got you.”

They nod into my neck but don’t say a word. Their diaper squishes warm against my hip with every step, and I know it’s going to be a big change. But they’re not fighting it. Not like before. No excuses this time. Just quiet acceptance.

I slip us into the restroom, lock the door, and lay them down on the changing table.

Their face is still pink, eyes shiny.

“You did your best,” I tell them as I unbutton their shorts and peel back the tapes. “But Mommy knew it was coming.”

They whimper softly as I clean them, legs lifted, bottom messy and warm.

“And you know what?” I add, wiping gently and reaching for the powder. “There’s no reason to push it. No more potty today. Just diapers. All day. That’s how we’re going to do zoo trips from now on.”

They don’t argue.

Not even a little.

Once they’re fresh and padded again, I kiss their forehead, pull their shorts back up, and lift them into my arms.

We step back out into the sunshine — my baby clean, changed, and back where they belong.

[the-girl-with-the-red-hat]

Good Girl

The soft crinkle of her diaper was the only sound in the room as she squatted near the toy chest.

Her bunny was clutched tight in her arms. Her pacifier bobbed with every breath. Her eyes were wide and locked on the door, even though she was trying not to look.

She knew what was coming. She could feel it. Her tummy had been bubbling for the last hour, and she had been putting it off. Holding it in. Waiting. Hoping maybe Mommy would forget diaper checks today.

But her body had other plans.

It started slow. A low pressure. A squirm. A tiny push.

Then came the warmth. The soft, wet squish as her diaper began to fill. The mess coating the inside of her diaper with thick brown mush. The stench filling more than just her diaper. Her cheeks burned instantly.

She was messing herself. Fully. Right in the middle of the nursery. And she could not stop.

And that was when the door opened.

Her eyes met Mommy’s. The color drained from her face as her knees trembled. A loud, humiliating crinkle filled the air as the seat of her diaper puffed out even more. She tried to stand up straight. Too late.

Mommy’s voice was calm. Sweet. Way too calm.

“Oh no. Are you going potty for Mommy, baby?”

She whimpered, nodding once, cheeks bright red as her pacifier slipped from her lips. She tried to speak. Nothing came out.

Mommy stepped closer, the scent already wrapping around them.

“You couldn’t wait two more minutes, could you. My sweet little princess just had to make her stinky all by herself.”

The girl covered her face with her bunny and sank to her knees, the mess squishing under her weight. The padding hugged her completely, thick and sticky and so warm it made her eyes water.

She started to babble a soft apology, but Mommy was already kneeling behind her.

“Messy girls do not get to apologize. They get cuddled. They get wiped. And they get reminded how very, very little they are.”

A warm hand cupped the back of her diaper, pressing gently into the full squish.

“You feel that? That is what babies do. That is what my perfect, blushing, diaper-dependent baby girl does.”

She sobbed quietly. Not from sadness. From shame. From love. From the impossible feeling of being so exposed and so cared for at the same time.

Mommy pulled her close, letting her sit right on her lap, mess and all. She kissed her hair and stroked her back.

“You’re exactly what you are meant to be. My little mushy-bottomed princess.

And you’re staying in that diaper until after nap. Maybe longer.”

She buried her face into Mommy’s chest. Her bunny was squished between them. Her diaper was squished beneath her. Her thoughts were nothing but heat and helplessness and how she never wanted this moment to end.

[princessofpees]

I don’t wanna pretend anymore… just ruin what’s left of me. I don’t want thoughts, I don’t want memories, I want my mind soft and empty, all grown up pieces erased. Turn me into your helpless little thing who can’t do anything without you. Make diapers feel natural… inevitable. Make my paci my lifeline. I want to giggle at nonsense, drool without noticing, and lose whole days in a fog of cartoons and cuddles. I want to forget how to function, forget how to speak, forget my own name if it’s not ‘baby.’ Rewire me. Condition me. Break me so sweetly that being a forever baby doesn’t feel like a punishment, it feels like the only thing that ever made sense 🍼

[diapered-bun]

So completely normal to be at work thinking about being edged on top of your open diaper with a paci gag in while they talk down to you like you are a toddler and ask you to name animals and shapes and colors.

[little-miss-fangling]

love the idea of my prideful self being forced to answer babyish questions.

"what does the cow say, little lily?"

"what a ridiculous question" i want to say. "you insult my intelligence."

i bite my tongue as my enraged responses float just behind my lips.

i look at you, arms crossed. you hold in your hand the remote to the shock collar so lovingly hugging my neck, finger over the button in the case that i get uncooperative due to repeated slights to my ego. punishing me brutally if i ever insist that i'm an adult.

"m-moo..." my meek, fearful voice finally lets out, only to be showered in praise about how smart i am for knowing my animal noises

alternatively:

being asked babyish questions with unfairly complicated twists that i absolutely won't know.

"okay, little lily, between what range of nanometers on the visible light spectrum does the frequency of this color lie?", showing me a flashcard with a red circle

with my last physics class being 5 years ago, i tremble and try to think.

"f-five hundred and..."

screaming and writhing on the floor as the full-strength shock collar sends electricity into my neck

"awww, looks like little baby doesn't know her colors yet!" you mock while standing above me as i lose control and piss myself with tears streaking my face.

you mercifully let up, allowing me to pull myself back to a sitting position, wiping the saliva from my face and panting.

"okay, little lily, what is the average amplitude in decibels of the sound that this animal says?"

i haven't even caught my breath, i'm still sobbing when you show me a flashcard with a picture of a cow

[dislusted]

Dichotomy of Pet

Didn’t realize I forgot to post this here???

[prettymuchpottytrained]

Going Up?

6….5….4

The floor indicator blinks at you, a bead of sweat forming in your brow as the numbers minimize with each passing moment. But it’s not moving fast enough for you.

4

The number now glares at you as the elevator stops to pick up people on the floor just two above your room. If you could just make it to the room it’ll be okay. You bounce foot to foot, hoping it’ll relieve the ever-building pressure in your tummy.

“Are you okay, baby?”

Daddy asks, to which you curtly nod, too focused on trying not to fill your already very soggy diaper.

You and Daddy had planned this trip months ago; your second anniversary trip to the beach to celebrate two years of Daddy being your legal guardian. Of course, you were much better at potty training back then.

3….2

You whimper as your stomach growls, it seems to echo in the tiny waiting room as more and more people collect there, joining you and Daddy in the wait to go up from the beach. Your swimsuit does little to hide the waterlogged padding around your waist, causing you to get some lingering glances. 

But you don’t care, you need to go potty now. 

‘Not here, not here’

You think to yourself as more and more people crowd around the elevator doors, the numbers continue to shrink until inevitably 

1

The elevator dings, metal doors sliding open as a flurry of people collide, some getting in while others get off, but not you. 

It’s too late.

There’s nothing you can do as your legs stiffen, hands balling into fists as you feel your brows furrow and your nose scrunch ever so slightly, eyes glossing over as you stare off into space.

Your daddy watches you with a sympathetic expression, his own cheeks twinged with the slightest shade of pink; The last of the people waiting to board the elevator clamber on and hold the door open for the two of you.

“Are you going up?”

The gentleman holding the door asks sweetly, him and many others watching you two expectantly.

He’s interrupted by a rather loud toot from your backside as your diaper begins to bulge out of the leg of your swimsuit. 

“Um, we’ll catch the next one. We might be here for a minute.”

Your daddy laughs awkwardly, scratching his neck, embarrassed by the little show you are putting on for all the other patrons of the hotel. 

The deafening silence is cut through by only the sounds of you grunting.

“Oh, I see. I don’t miss those days, brother. Enjoy your trip”

The gentleman laughs, along with a few others behind him, a murmur of agreement floating out of the elevator and onto your red ears. Letting his hand fall away from the door so it can begin to slide closed.

“Stay out of trouble, stinker”

The stranger calls out before disappearing behind the door as the elevator makes its ascent. 

Your legs feel like jelly, and you can finally take a deep breath again as your body relaxes, you feel the bulk of your now soiled diaper, whimpering as you reach behind and feel the comical bulge in your swimmie. The nasty smell filling the air of the tiny room and assaulting your senses, daddy sighs.

“Cmon baby. There’s a station in the lobby, let’s get you changed.”

[regressionschool]

The First Surrender

She always savored this moment when the struggle was still fresh, when the mind hadn’t yet cracked all the way. The new girl on the table was no exception. Bound at the wrists and ankles, silenced behind a thick red ball gag, she still believed she had some say in the matter. That belief made everything so much sweeter.

The nurse’s gloves crinkled as she smoothed the front of the girl’s diaper, freshly taped and whisper-white. For now. It wouldn’t be long. She could already feel the tremble in the girl’s belly, the squirming tension in her hips. The formula always worked faster when the subject was resisting, like the body wanted to prove the mind wrong. Her favorite kind of rebellion: doomed from the start.

Leaning close, she cooed into the girl’s ear. “Oh, sweetie… you’re trying so hard to hold it, aren’t you?” The girl screamed into the gag, muscles tight, forehead damp with strain. That sharp, intelligent mind so proud, so scared still fought to stay above it all. As if clenching thighs and gritted teeth could stop what was coming. As if anything could.

A low, wet gurgle betrayed her. Then another. The nurse smiled and palmed the front of the diaper again, feeling it expand ever so slightly with the first betraying tinkles. “Good girl,” she whispered, voice like velvet, “let it all out. You’re almost home.”

And then it happened, full and sudden. The sharp gasp through the gag, the desperate arch of her back, the diaper swelling with soft crackles and squishes beneath her. It was always the same expression when they crossed that line: horror, relief, disbelief.

The nurse stroked her hair as she whimpered and sagged against the restraints. “First one’s always the hardest, baby. But they get easier. Especially once your brain catches up to your tush.” She patted the warm, bulging padding, already browning at the edges. “Give it a few weeks. You won’t even flinch.”

[destinedfordiapers]

Not even the hot July sun can slow you down.

Not today.

“Come on, Daddy!”

“Okay, okay, I’m coming, babygirl!”

All I can do is giggle as you pull my arm, practically vibrating in excitement.

You can’t help it, you’ve never felt this big at Disneyland before. This isn’t your normal Disneyland outfit—this Minnie Mouse sundress is something that would never hide your diapers.

But they do hide your pull-up.

I do my best to hide my emotions. You may be bubbling with excitement—but it’s a bittersweet moment for me.

Today was the day you finally get to ride the “big kid” lines at Disneyland.

To be honest, I never thought we’d ever get to this point. We had one rule when it came to Disneyland: no big kid rides until you got out of diapers.

Something I never thought you’d ever manage to do.

Yet here we are.

After months and months of potty training, not even I could deny you were ready to try pull-ups.

I’ll never forget how you beamed with pride as you slid up that Minnie Mouse pull-up.

Still, it’s hard not to feel nostalgic about it all. Sure, it wasn’t always fun trying to find a place to change your poopy diapers, as you pouted and whined the whole time.

But it was always worth the moments when you slipped so deep into little space. When, for a few hours, everything was perfect in your world.

“Do you need to go to the bathroom before we get in line, Princess?”

If looks could kill, I’d never survive the one you just gave me.

“No! I’m not a baby, I can hold it!”

“I was just checking, honey…”

Two weeks in pull-ups and suddenly you think you’re too big for Daddy. As if I haven’t changed thousands of your diapers.

I’ll admit, you’re doing better than I ever expected. It’s almost 2 pm and your pull-up is still clean.

And, even more surprising, you’re not even cranky—you may have graduated to pull-ups but you still haven’t quite given up naptime. We finally get to the ride you’ve been talking about for months: the Matterhorn.

I grab your shoulders and pull you close. “It’s finally here, Princess! Are you scared? This isn’t like the rides in Fantasyland, this is much more intense!”

“Not scared, Daddy! Let’s go!”

“Alrighty, but don’t say I didn’t warn you!” I pat your bum—mostly to surreptitiously check your pully without being obvious.

Still dry.

The line isn’t horrible, but it stretches out quite a bit. Thirty minutes isn’t a long time to an adult, but for a little one who only recently graduated to pullies, it’s a substantially bigger challenge.

“I’m proud of you, Princess, you know that? You haven’t had an accident all day!”

You beam with pride, looking absolutely adorable in your dress and Minnie Ears. “Thank you, Daddy! Told you I could be potty trained!”

“Yes you did! And now look at you, about to ride your first big girl ride!”

“I woulda been here sooner if you believed me!”

I laugh at your audacity. “Babygirl, three months ago you were still pooping in your diapers every day, I don’t think so.”

“Daddyyyy hushhhh,” you whimper, looking around nervously.

“Oh, didn’t mean to blow your cover, silly.”

After a rough 10 minutes, we finally reach some shade.

Though I notice something new—you’re starting to bounce from foot to foot.

“Everything okay, sweetie?”

“I’m fine!”

“Are you sure? You’ve been such a big girl all day, telling me when you need to potty. I’d hate for you to ruin it. We can always get back in line!”

“Daddy I don’t need to potty!” you shout.

Your face immediately turns beet red.

“Then why are you doing the potty dance, hmm?”

“I…I’m not…”

Of course you are.

You may think you’re a big girl, but I know you too well. I know all of your potty faces. I know what every little movement means.

And I know what this dance means.

You’re desperately trying to keep yourself from pooping your pully.

“Princess, I won’t be mad if I need to take you to go potty, I promise.”

“I don’ needa go!”

By now, your potty dance and whining has caught the attention of everyone around us.

I see plenty of sympathetic smiles from parents who recognize the symptoms of a stubborn little one and a brewing accident.

As much as I’d prefer to avoid this, I have to let you decide. Potty training isn’t only physically training your body, it’s about being big enough to communicate your potty needs.

Something you’re clearly failing at.

Yet you somehow manage to make it to the front of the line—though your potty dance is only getting worse.

The worker smiles at us. “Two?”

“Yep.”

“Right this way.”

I can’t tell if you’re shaking in excitement or because you’re fighting to keep your pully clean.

Too late to do anything about it now.

We’re seated on the ride and strapped in. You grab my hand, squeezing me tight.

“Are you scared, babygirl?” I ask as we lurch forward.

“Nuh uh!”

As we start are ascent upwards, you suddenly stop fidgeting.

Not even the noise of the roller coaster covers your loud, bubbly toot.

I sigh. I thought that was a tinkle dance. I can only imagine the state your pull-up will be in after the ride.

The Matterhorn is well-known for being bumpy—not exactly great for the person who’ll have to change your poopy pull-up.

“D-daddy!” you moan, before you squeeze my hand tighter and grunt.

Poor baby.

“You’re okay, Princess.”

There isn’t much for me to do but watch your face turn crimson as you push a load into your pully.

You grunt again as we reach the top and begin pointing downward.

Here we go.

You wince with every bump, leaning in closer to me the faster we go. I can’t tell if it’s because you’re scared or hate having your poopoo smushed against your pully.

All I know is it’ll be a long time until you get another chance at a big kid ride again.

By the time we reach the station, your eyes are full of tears.

“Daddy…” you whimper.

“I know, Princess. We’ll go straight to the bathroom and change you out of that icky pully, okay? You’ll feel so much better when you’re in a clean diaper.”

“What? Daddy no I don’t wanna wear a diaper!”

The worker gives me a deeply sympathetic look, no doubt smelling your dirty pull-up.

“I know, little one. You did so good today, but I think you’re not quite ready for potty training—or these big kid rides. And someone needs a nap.”

You open your mouth to argue, but wince as you stand up, no doubt feeling the fullness of your stinky pull-up.

I grab your hand as we head off to find a changing table. You waddle slowly, making sure your dress covers your pull-up every few steps.

After a little searching, I spot a family bathroom with only a few people in line, all mothers with kids in strollers.

Even if they couldn’t smell you—which is bad enough—they could tell what was wrong right away. Any parent knows the signs of a stinker.

Your red, teary cheeks, your fidgeting with your dress, the shy glances, and shifting around to avoid feeling your mess are all too obvious.

They know a stinky baby when they see one.

“Why don’t you go ahead of us,” one mom offers, “my little one is only wet. Your little one needs to be changed right away.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive. That poor girl must be feeling so icky.”

You step behind me, hiding like the silly little you are.

“Well, thank you. We’re potty training, but I think we tried pull-ups a little too soon. She couldn’t hold it on the Matterhorn.”

The mom winces at the thought. Clearly she knows the disaster I’m going to find in your pull-up.

You don’t even argue when I lead you into the bathroom, hopping on the changing table without fuss.

I gather your changing supplies, placing a diaper on the table and rip open your pull-up.

It’s even worse than I expected.

“I…m’ sorry, Daddy.”

“No need to apologize, Princess. You tried your best! I’m still proud of you!”

You smile meekly as I lift your legs to wipe even more poopoo off you.

I wrap a diaper around you, much to your dismay. Though you accept your diaper without argument.

“There, all clean, babygirl!”

I help you off the changing table and Pat your diaper.

It doesn’t take you long to realize your dress isn’t made with diapers in mind.

“Daddyyyyy!”

“You can hardly notice your diaper, Princess,” I lie.

“Mmmmm.”

“Time for a nap, honey. We can come back after and get you a churro. How’s that sound?”

“F-fine…”

I lead you out of the bathroom.

“Feel better, little one?” the mom asks with a knowing smile.

You nod shyly.

I know I shouldn’t be so happy, but I can’t help it. I missed my babygirl.

You belong in diapers.

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So eager and submissive.. Good puppy!

[imnotherdadyet]

“No princess you can’t have an orgasm that’s completely not on. Why?”

Aww sweet girl, look between your legs. You see that very obvious baby printed nappy that’s very obviously well used? How long have you been sitting in your pee? Yeah it’s been a long time today hasn’t it… It’s not just a one off is it? This happens all the time every day, that’s why you have to wear nappys wether you like it or not.

Little baby’s who make wets and mushy accidents in there pants don’t get orgasms. Your much to little for that. If I were you I wouldn’t worry about such silly adult things like that. I know it’s been ages since you’ve had some grown up play time, can your pathetic little fuzzy mind even remember what that’s like?

Why don’t you just focus on your toys like a good girl and once you’ve made an “uh oh” in the back of your nappy, smushed around in it, feasted about it, been forced to admit what you’ve done and eventually changed I might reward you with some nice edges instead. See doesn’t that sound much better? Awww I can’t understand you with your paci in so I’m gonna take that as a yes. Behave pretty girl otherwise I might have to stop edging you as well and then you’d defiantly be sorry!

[onemoreoutburst]

the best thing about keeping her in diapers is that there are so many ways to casually embarrass her: “Honey, do you need to be changed, or are you still good? Just want to make sure you’re comfy, okay?” "You’re waddling a bit, sweetie. Let me check if you’re wet. No need to act shy, it’s just us.”

"Oh, let’s not worry about finding a bathroom today, okay? Just relax, and we’ll take care of you later.”

“It’s a long car ride, so I think it’s best we make sure you’re extra protected today.”

“Nobody’s gonna notice. I mean... Daddy can hear you crinkle when you walk, but I’m *sure* nobody else can tell." "It's not obvious. They'll just think your butt looks cute. They're not gonna guess that you're still in diapers at your age."

“Let’s get ready to go. Can you bring your daytime bag in the car for Daddy?”

“Yes, honey, we do need to pack your changing pad this time. There probably isn’t gonna be a family restroom with a changing table big enough for you...”

"Make sure to tell me if you feel wet down there, sweetheart. Otherwise, I’m gonna have to pull you aside in front of your friends, and you’re not gonna like that.”

“She’s been having a lot of issues lately… yes, all the time now. We’re just trying to make sure she’s comfortable.”

“Honey, come here… you’re looking a little squirmy. Is there something you need to tell me?"

“Do you have a quiet room somewhere where I could take care of her? We’ll just be a minute.”

“Oh - do you think I could borrow some wet wipes? We just ran out.”

"Sweetheart, could you come with me to your friend Katie's bedroom for a minute? I just need your help with something real quick."

"She'll be right back."

“Oh baby... you’re soaked! Why didn’t you tell me? Did you know you had an accident?”

“Do you want to be a big girl for Daddy? You do? Good girl. You need to stop fussing and hold still so we can get you changed.”

“Yes, I know you don’t want to smell like baby powder in front of your friends. But we don’t want you to get a rash...”

"It’s so much easier now that you don’t have to worry about the bathroom, isn’t it?"

"I had to explain to the hotel staff why we needed the mattress protector. They were super understanding, though…”

“It’s okay... No one expects you to stay dry at night, sweetie. You haven’t had a dry morning in months.”

“Let’s put a towel down under you for the movie… just in case."

“Can I borrow her for a minute?”

“Let’s get your shirt tucked in back there. You were sticking out of your pants a little bit.”

"Maybe we should try a onesie for you when we get back home, huh? We could button you up, so you don't keep accidentally... showing off. Would you like that?"

"Hold still please. I need to check your diaper. It’s gonna be a lot quicker if you stop squirming.”

“Now. Come here. We need to get you ready for nighttime. I don't want any arguments.”

"Aww, you want to try to use the potty tomorrow? How about we try that another day? We’re not ready for potty training with you right now."

"You looked so cute today when you tried to act like a big girl.”