Mommy and daddy were away to an event and Poppedijn stayed home. Before we left, we put our babygirl in a thick Megamax diaper with extra stuffer to be safe and comfy. When we came home she blushed and smiled brightly and said: I've been a good girl, Mommy. I drank all my bottles and couldn't hold it in any longer. Oh boy oh boy, she really needed a change! đłđĽ°đ¸đźđŚđź
Watch mommy change her super squishy diaper in a delicious video and the full photoset here.
You told yourself it was just a few daytime accidents. Nothing serious. Your roommate never made it awkward. She simply helped you gather the wet clothes, carried them to the laundry herself, and said softly, âDonât worry, Iâve got this.â You blushed, but you let her. It felt easier that way.
A few weeks later, she began reminding you. Gentle little nudges when you looked distractedââBathroom, dear?ââalways with that same calm smile. You told yourself it was thoughtful. You started listening. But the accidents didnât stop.
Just this past weekend, you had to pause the movie you were watching because you hadnât gone to the bathroom beforehand. For the first time, you noticed the discomfort on her face. Maybe you should have taken things more seriously. You didnât finish the movie. âI think you need more protection,â she told you. Her words lingered in your mind for the rest of the night.
This morning, your drawer was empty. Every pair of pantiesâgone. You stepped out of your room, and there she was, holding a thick adult diaper in both hands. She looked at you with that same calm smile and said, âI decided to handle the situation myself. Iâm tired of cleaning up wet furniture and floors every day.â
You felt the blood surge to your head. And if your head had been a cork at that moment, it would have blown right off. Luckily, it stayed put, completely embarrassed. She had already laid out the changing mat.
You stood frozen for what felt like a long moment before your legs carried you over. She helped you lie down without a word. Your heart hammered as she slid your damp panties down and off. Cool air brushed your skin. The thick diaper crinkled loudly as she slid it beneath you. You werenât expecting such softness.
Then came the soft puff of powder, her hand spreading it carefully between your legs and across your bottom. She brought the front up snug between your thighs, then taped it securely on both sides with quick, expert motions. When she was done, she rested her hand on the heavy front for a long moment and looked down at you. âThere. That should hold you much better.â
She reached into her pocket for a bright orange pacifier and brought it to your lips. âOpen,â she said. You did. She slid the nipple into your mouth, then clipped the pink ribbon to the collar of your hoodie. You sucked instinctively, not knowing what else to do. The last adult word you would ever need had just been taken away.
Danke fĂźr den tollen Body! đ Endlich bleibt meine Windel genau da, wo sie sein soll â selbst wenn sie schwer und voll ist. Der Body sitzt perfekt und fĂźhlt sich an wie eine zweite Haut. Absolut bequem und super angenehm zu tragen! đĽ°â¨
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Thank you for the amazing bodysuit! đ Finally, my diaper stays exactly where it should, even when itâs heavy and full. The fit is perfect, and it feels like a second skin. Super comfortable and a pleasure to wear! đĽ°â¨
Caroline has to go into witness protection to hide from a criminal gang, but sheâs less than happy about her new identity as Betsy, an incontinent young woman living in a trailer park with her strict Mommy.
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âSo Iâm getting a new name?â Caroline asked dubiously, as the car sped down the highway. She didnât like the idea of witness protection. She was used to the life of a wealthy young socialite from the city, and she wasnât keen at all on leaving it all behind, even if it was only for a few weeks like the agency promised. But what choice did she have? She shuddered at the thought of the De Vries getting to her. The crime family were notorious for the cruel and unusual punishments they inflicted on the people who had wronged them.
âItâs not just your name,â Mr Harris, the agent, replied. âYou can be tracked by your habits, your tastes, your sense of style, so all of thatâs got to change as well. The agency has a full character profile for you to adopt.â Keeping his eyes on the road, he reached over to open the glove compartment and take out a brown file, which he handed to her. âThatâs the new you.â
Caroline opened the file. âBetsy Jackson?â she read with distaste. That was a hick name if ever sheâd heard one. Surely nobody could look at her with her sleek, silver-blonde hair and elegantly made-up face and think she was a Betsy Jackson. It got worse. âWhat the fuck?!â she exclaimed, staring down at the paper. âWhat is this, Harris? It says I live in a fucking trailer park!â
âA trailer park out in the country is the perfect place for you,â said Mr Harris. He was the very model of a government agent with his dark suit and glasses, and his totally impassive expression. âItâs the last place the De Vries will expect you to be.â
âThatâs because itâs the last place Iâd want to be!â Caroline shrieked. âI am not going to live in a trailer park! Put me somewhere else!â
âThe arrangements have already been made, Caroline,â Mr Harris said flatly. âWe canât just create a whole new identity for you because you didnât like this one. Itâs either this, or nothing.â
Caroline flushed with anger and went back to reading the file, scowling. Itâs just for a few weeks, she told herself. Just a few weeks until the agency makes its move and all the De Vries get locked away, then youâll be free to go home. Something on the page caught her eye. âIt says I live with my mother,â she said, confused.
âMrs Jackson works for us,â Mr Harris explained. âShe lives in the trailer park, and sheâs helped us with witness protection programs in the past. Sheâs firm, but she loves to take care of people. Sheâll be your Mom, and youâll be her formerly estranged daughter whoâs come back to live with her after things in the city fell through. Mrs Jackson used to live in another park, so the sudden return of a daughter wonât raise any eyebrows here.â
Carolineâs lip twisted at the thought of having to pretend to be the daughter of some middle-aged trailer trash woman, but she held her tongue. Just a few weeks. She looked down at the file again, and something else jumped out at her. For a moment she couldnât believe what she was seeing. She read it through again, sure she must have misread. But the writing was plain. Betsyâs return to her mother is motivated by the car accident she was involved in several months ago, which left her with severe and permanent⌠âIncontinence?!â she shrieked. âYou donât mean⌠Like when you canât control when you pee?!â
âThatâs right,â Mr Harris said calmly. âBetsy is diaper dependent.â
âNo!â Caroline screamed, revolted.
âNo?â
Caroline looked at him as if heâd gone mad. âNo as in Iâm not doing that! Iâm not going to be seen wearing diapers!â
âItâs an important part of Betsyâs backstory, Caroline,â Mr Harris insisted.
âItâs ridiculous!â Caroline shouted. Some of her friends were the types to go gooey-eyed over babies, but she never had been. The idea of having to deal with diapers was so gross! And even though she was sure there was no way sheâd actually be expected to use them, just the idea of adult diapers was enough to make her feel nauseous. âWhy incontinence?!â she demanded. âWhy does it need to be part of her stupid backstory at all?!â
âIt gives you a believable incentive to go back to living with your mother. Donât take this personally, Caroline, but I doubt youâre that great of an actress. Itâs going to be pretty clear to people that youâre not too happy about living in a trailer park with Mrs Jackson. Your incontinence creates an explanation for that. Betsy thought sheâd escaped from the sticks, and her mother, and made it to the big city where she was finally free to be an independent young woman, but then she got into that accident, lost her potty training and her prospects, and is forced to toddle back home to her Mommy in Pampers.â
Caroline blushed furiously. This was insane!
âItâs also an additional layer of protection,â Mr Harris went on. âThe rich young lady the De Vries are after isnât likely to hide away in a trailer park of all places, and sheâs definitely not likely to be that new girl who canât even keep her pants clean. This will keep you safe. Itâs for your own good.â
âComplain about it all you like,â said Mr Harris, âbut everything has already been set up. Thereâs no changing it now. The fact is that Betsy canât control her bladder or bowels, and starting today, Betsy is you.â
âBut I can control my bladder and bowels!â Caroline shouted.
âI know that,â Mr Harris said, patiently.
âThen what do you expect me to do?!â she demanded.
âItâs simple,â the agent said, and for the first time he actually smiled. âYouâll just have to pretend like you canât.â
I know that you donât like it princess because thatâs exactly why I do it. Nothing seems to humble and embarrass you more than being regressed into a pathetic little girl that gets diapered as punishment.
âPlease Sir, Iâll do anything..please, I donât want yucky oatmeal again. You feed me a huge bowl every morning and I canât stand oatmeal.â
You will be fed your breakfast yum-yums every day and you will be trained to sit quietly and take your feeding like a good girl. Any childish whining or resisting will earn you a spanked little bottom.
âThatâs not fairâŚcan we at least add some brown sugar or milk? Itâs just an absolutely horrible taste and the consistency is like industrial wallpaper paste.â
Now open up for the choo choo⌠one heaping spoon put to her lips and gently forced in as she chewed and swallowed. Her eyes started to tear as she tried to keep up but the giant serving spoon being used looked fit for a giant. The excess oatmeal that doesnât make it into her mouth gets mushed onto her little face and down her chin onto her bib.
A small intermission is always a good chance to stand back and admire your work. Such a delicious sight to see: a grown woman reduced, humiliated and trained to be my babbling babied pet. Giving the little pet a break allows her to focus on the humiliation of her situation as she moves around and hears the crinkling of her diapers and the food slowly dripping down her chin into her lap.
After a few weeks, The morning Yum-yums feeding instantly brings tears to her eyes. A good spanking always provides motivation and it can be quite a sight to see a babbling baby try to cry and be fed yum-yums at the same time. She seems to be very motivated when I threaten the use of a hairbrush the next time I have to pull her out of her highchair.
