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The next series of captions I wrote! All about a new mysterious virus infecting young adults across the world. Got inspired by an actual flu epidemic that took place on my college campus. Art credit goes to Rocket Manatee
Destined's Diaper Girl Compendium
Have you ever been on my blog and just wanted to find some ddlg or mdlg captions, but didn't want to wade through mdlb captions?
You're in luck! Now you don't have to. I put them all here in this post.
At least I think so. All the important ones are here for sure.
I labeled them as DDlg, MDlg, or M+D for both Mommy and Daddy doms.
And put a brief description of the caption. Anything with Cuckquean is labeled, as some love it, while others hate it.
The Chilies are a humiliation measurement. Five chilies means you want pure humiliation. One chili means it's a sweeter, loving caption. Squirmies can be found at every chili level.
Anyway, like this so you can always find what you're looking for.
The two hour car ride to her aunt's house proved to be too much for Ellie who had recently been struggling with embarrassing accidents in her pants. The ride to her aunts house was going smoothly until what started as a small cramp in her stomach, grew into something much much worse.
"Mom can we please stop, I really need to use the bathroom."
"No sweetie, I already told you. We are twenty minutes away, you can either hold it or just go in your pull-up. Situations like this is why you are wearing them again."
"No mom, I don't have to pee. My stomach hurts really bad..I don't know how much longer I can hold it."
"Ellie come on, I'm not going to stop when we are this close to your aunts house. Just hold it until we get there. Why is it that every time we go on a road trip it's you that has bathroom issues. I expect this kind of behavior from your five year old sister, not my 21 year old daughter!"
"Uggghhh finee but please hurry up..."
The final twenty minutes of the drive felt like an eternity, but finally they had arrived. Ellie immediately jumped out of the car and dashed towards the bathroom, she was in complete desperation mode after holding it for over an hour.
As she entered the bathroom and closed the door behind, she quickly lowered her shorts, bending her knees slightly in anticipation; but before she had time to turn around and lower her pull-up, the pressure became too much.
She groaned with tears in her eyes as a warm mush began uncontrollably sliding into the back of her pull-up. Ellie instinctively pressed both her hands on the back of her pullup but it was no help as the mess spread up the back of her pullup that was beginning to sag. Ellie felt humiliated as she squatted down like a toddler filling her diaper and cried feeling the warmth grow up the front and back of her pullup, it was nearly a blowout! She had zero control though. All she could do was cry until her stomach cramp fully emptied into her diaper. Ellie couldn't think of a worse way to kick off her week long vacation at her aunts house.
-stuckindiapers
Babe Or Billionaire - Chapter 1
Three women compete in a game show where the penalties are humiliating, infantilizing, and possibly permanent.
When I first released this story, I let readers vote on what happened to the contestants in a series of polls, so that’s why the structure is the way it is. All voting is now concluded!
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“Welcome everybody!” called a strong, male voice. “I’m Jacob, your host, and this is Babe or Billionaire, the game show where our contestants either walk away with more money than they could ever dream… or they say bye-bye to their big girl privileges forever!”
There were loud cheers and applause from the live studio audience as a spotlight lit up Jacob’s tall, well-built frame and ruggedly handsome features.
“Before we start, let me fill you in on the rules! The contestants will compete in a game of rock, paper, scissors each round. The winners will gain points, and the one with the most points at the end of the game will win our fabulous cash prize! But when one (or more) of our girls loses, our game master behind the scenes will bring up a selection of delightful penalties that you the audience get to vote on!”
Babe Or Billionaire - Chapter 2
“And the votes are in!” Jacob called happily, turning towards the giant screen again. “The winner, by a considerable margin is… Pigtails! Congratulations, Kimmy! You’re swapping that long, sophisticated hairdo for something a little more age appropriate. You’re still a student, after all! Although unless you win tonight’s game, you’re going to be stuck with your new look long after you graduate… But I’m sure you’re going to look absolutely adorable. Now let’s get those nanites to work!”
Kimberly squealed as she felt a sudden tingling all over her scalp. She reached up to clutch at her hair, only to feel it moving by itself, twisting out of her grip and rearranging itself into two pigtails high on either side of her head. The nanites were real! She shrieked and grabbed at the neon-pink hair bobbles that had suddenly materialised around her hair, holding it in its new shape, and tried to tug them off. But they wouldn’t budge. All she managed to do was yank painfully on her hair, although not a strand left her head.
“What have you done to me?!” Kimberly cried.
“Bring the mirror out!” Jacob called happily, and a couple of stage hands immediately rushed forwards holding a floor-length mirror, which they stood directly in front of Kimberly.
Babe Or Billionaire - Chapter 3
“And that’s it!” Jacob called. “Voting is done! Let’s see what kind of outfits our little ladies are going to be wearing from now on!” He turned to the giant screen that faced both stage and audience. “Starting with our favourite swimsuit model, it looks like Isabelle will be sporting some stylish Bibs and Bonnets from now on! Oh dear… I can’t imagine those are going to match your sexy bikinis, are they sweetie?”
Isabelle felt a shiver of horror run down her spine. Then she gasped in shock as the shivers continued, spreading across her chest and around her head. As if from nowhere, fabric materialised around her neck and spread down over her breasts, forming a large, pale-pink bib that hid her generous cleavage from view. At the same time, the periphery of her vision was obscured with cloth as a knitted bonnet grew over her head like a hood over her luscious blonde hair, and snaked down two pieces of string that tied themselves securely beneath her chin.
The crowd cheered and applauded, while Isabelle stood behind her podium, her face contorted with distress. The stage hands who had brought out the mirror for Kimberly last round brought it out for her now, and Isabelle could only stare in shock and embarrassment at her new look. Her pink bib and bonnet clashed absurdly with her tight black dress. In only a few moments, she had gone from looking like a beautiful, stylish young woman to a ridiculous fusion of sexy model and adult baby. This couldn’t be permanent!
Babe Or Billionaire - Chapter 4
“Voting’s over, ladies and gentlemen!” Jacob shouted. “Let’s see the results! Starting with little Kimmy this time, the winning penalty is… Stuck In Training!”
Kimberly hadn’t stopped crying since the options were announced, but now her sobbing seemed to double in intensity. The crowd roared its approval.
“There, there, Kimmy,” Jacob cooed. “It’s not so bad. It just means you’re going to need a bit of help going potty from now on. More specifically, you’re going to find that your bladder and bowel control is roughly equivalent to that of a three-year-old in the middle of her toilet training, meaning that pull-ups are going to become a necessity. And more than that, you’ll find yourself totally unable to use a toilet without a grown-up to take you, to hold your hand while you do your business, and wipe your clean afterwards. I hope you have someone special in mind!”
Kimberly wailed, imagining having to toddle up to her boyfriend with her hands pressed between her legs, hopping from foot to foot and begging him to help her tinkle. She could feel a funny tingling in her head and her nether regions as the changes took effect. Then, all of a sudden, she felt her panties beginning to thicken beneath her overalls – she couldn’t see them, but she could tell by the bulk that her adult underwear had just turned into a pair of thick, puffy training pants.
Babe Or Billionaire - Chapter 5
“And the results are in!” Jacob announced happily. “Let’s see what’s going to happen to the voices of these three little cuties! Up first is Eily! The penalty for our sexy schoolgirl will be… Sweet and Innocent!”
Eily gasped as she felt a tingling inside her skull. “No!” she squealed, and her commanding, sneering tone had already changed. Her voice was now high-pitched and little-girlish. “Pretty please don’t make me sweet and innocent! Oh gosh, that would be awful!”
For a moment she just stood there, her expression frozen, but then she clapped her hand over her mouth and blushed to the roots of her hair.
The audience laughed, and Eily felt herself shaking with anger. They were treating her like a joke!
“Please don’t laugh at me!” she whined. “I promise I’m a good little girl!” Her mouth dropped open in horror. That wasn’t what she’d tried to say at all! She’d tried to shout, to yell at them to stop laughing, to insist that she was a serious businesswoman! What had these bastards done to her?!
Babe Or Billionaire - Chapter 6
“That’s it for voting this round!” Jacob called out. “Let’s see the results!” He turned to face the giant screen. “For Isabelle, the winning penalty is… Babyish Expressions! Congratulations, Izzy! I’m sure you’re going to look adorable!”
Isabelle felt the now-familiar tingling in her head as the nanites did their work, and only a few moments later, the results became clear. An exaggerated-looking frown appeared on her beautiful face, and her bottom lip jutted out in a childish pout.
“No!” she whined, as the mirror was brought out from behind stage and stood in front of her. “I look like such a stupid-head!” She tried to control her facial muscles, to settle her absurdly babyish expression into something more mature, but all she managed to do was scrunch up her face even more, like she was a toddler on the verge of throwing a tantrum. Combined with the frilly bonnet that framed her face and the bonnet that covered her cleavage, she looked completely ridiculous.
“Awww,” Jacob cooed tauntingly, “you’ve got such a cute grumpy-face, Izzy! It’ll be worth teasing you just to see that precious little pout of yours!”
Babe Or Billionaire - Chapter 7
“And voting’s over!” Jacob announced, turning to look towards the giant screen facing the audience and the stage. “The result, by a considerable margin, is… Disposable Diapers! Congratulations, Eily! You’re going back to Pampers!”
Eily let out a shriek of horror, but the changes were already coming into effect. Her underwear alone had been unaltered by the nanomachines when her business suit had been turned into a skanky schoolgirl outfit, but now something far worse was happening to her panties. She could feel them thickening, bulging out between her legs, pushing her thighs apart, taking on a plasticky texture that crinkled noisily as they grew. Eily could do nothing but look down wide-eyed, her thumb jammed fearfully between her lips, as her undies transformed into an enormous disposable nappy, complete with a pattern of little teddies and blocks and rattles, just like the horrible thing hanging off Isabelle’s ass.
The audience cheered ecstatically when Eily’s diaper expanded below the hem of her tiny miniskirt, leaving at least two inches of puffy white padding totally exposed. Eily herself just sucked her thumb frantically, on the verge of hyperventilating.
Babe Or Billionaire - Chapter 8
“Voting’s done for this round,” Jacob announced. “Let’s see the results! Starting with Eily, the winning penalty is… Bubble Butt!”
Eily gasped as she felt a sudden tingling in her rear. The audience cheered, and she heard several catcalls too as her bum began to swell and tighten. She was too shocked to even protest as Jacob pulled her out from behind her podium, spun her around, and flipped up the back of her tiny skirt to expose her Pampered bottom. Her flat ass didn’t stay that way for long – soon her huge adult nappy was straining to contain a round bubble butt. Eily looked over her shoulder and down at her rear with her mouth hanging open. She now had a bottom that made Isabelle’s look positively plain by comparison – or at least she would have had if it wasn’t for the absurd diaper wrapped around it, clashing ridiculously with her new highly-feminine rump. She looked like a fetish pornstar!
“Excellent!” Jacob said happily, delivering a couple of swats to what little of Eily’s tushy wasn’t covered by her nappy and making it jiggle. “That’s better. More fitting for a sexy schoolgirl like you, wouldn’t you agree Eily? Do you like your new patootie?”
Babe Or Billionaire - Chapter 9
“Voting’s over, ladies and gentlemen,” said Jacob. “Let’s see the results! Starting with little baby Belle, the winning penalty is… Preschool Level!”
Isabelle started to cry again. She couldn’t even tell if it was relief at not having got Special Education, or just despair at the thought of having all her knowledge since preschool wiped away.
“Awww,” Jacob cooed. “Too bad, Isabelle! But how much did you really need all that education anyway? Models don’t need to know things. They just need to look pretty. But then, your days as a model might well be over after this… I’m not sure anyone will want to hire a nappy-filling, bib and bonnet-clad girl with no tits to wear their designer swimsuits. But maybe you can model swim diapers or something.”
“Waaaaah!” Isabelle cried as she felt the tingling in her head as all her education, every bit of book-learning since she’d been three years old, leaked out of her brain forever.
“Aww, it looks like baby Izzy’s throwing a wittle tantwum!” Jacob taunted. “Tell you what, honey. I’m going to ask you a simple question, and if you can give me the correct answer, I’ll undo the last penalty. Isn’t that kind of me?”
Babe Or Billionaire - Chapter 10
“And the results are in for little Kimmy!” Jacob announced happily. “The winning penalty is… Dependent on Daddy!”
“Pwease don’t!” Kimmy cried. As with many of the other penalties, she hadn’t been able to decide which would be worse, but the thought of the nanites in her body messing around with her emotions in this way, making her dependent on her boyfriend, was enough to make her sick. The tingling was starting in her head though, and already she could feel a strange neediness building within her, an achiness in her heart that made her look around the stage a little desperately, as if hoping to see her boyfriend. Someone to look after her. Someone to give her a big cuddle. She could feel her eyes filling with tears. It had been ages since she’d seen Daddy! Paul. Paul, not Daddy. But it must have been hours and hours since she’d left home… And now he was so far away! What if she needed to go potty again?
“Awww,” Jacob cooed mockingly. “Do I spot an unhappy looking wittle girl? Does baby miss her Dada? I think she does!” He turned to face behind the stage. “Paul, why don’t you come on out? I think your little princess wants you!”
Babe Or Billionaire - Chapter 11
Isabelle’s Fate
“What letter is this, Izzy?” Miss Olivia asked brightly, pointing at the board.
Isabelle’s face screwed up in concentration beneath her bonnet. “Umm… F?”
“Oooh, not quite Izzy! It’s a K, a kicking kuh!”
Isabelle blushed as the other girls in the class giggled at her mistake. There were two of them – Tracy, and Freya, and Isabelle hated them.
“Can you tell me what this letter is, Tracy?” Miss Olivia asked.
“That’s a P!” she said smugly, “Just like Izzy does in her nappies!”
Tracy and Freya burst into a fit of giggles, but Miss Olivia just said, “Good girl, Tracy! It is a P! Izzy does go pee in her nappies too, you’re right, but that kind of pee is spelled P, E, E, and it’s a word rather than a letter.”
“Yes, Miss Olivia!” Tracy chirped.
Babe Or Billionaire - Chapter 12
Kimberly’s Fate
“Ready to watch your potty video, Kimmy?” Daddy asked, smirking. “Maybe you’ll even learn something from it, huh?”
“Yeth, Daddy,” Kimberly lisped, blushing furiously as she stared expectantly at the dark television screen in their living room. She knew the truth. She wouldn’t learn anything. Because of Jacob and the game master and that whole awful show, she was stuck in potty training permanently, frozen at the stage of a struggling toddler who couldn’t quite master using the bathroom like a big girl. Any attempts to improve were as doomed as her attempts at relearning to read. She glanced at the picture books scattered on the table by the sofa. Daddy liked to nestle her in the crook of his arm and read them to her. They were a big step down from the novels she’d once enjoyed, or even the legal documents she’d studied so hard. She’d bawled like a baby when she was made to drop out of university, but an overgrown toddler who couldn’t read or even make it to the toilet without her boyfriend’s help had no place at college, even if she had once been the top student in the class.
Babe Or Billionaire - Chapter 13
Eily’s Fate
Eily tottered through the office in her high-heels, the thick diaper between her legs turning what would have been a sexy strut into something laughable. She wore one of her many skimpy schoolgirl uniforms, the only clothes she was able to wear, but her bulky nappy was barely concealed at all by the flimsy miniskirt. They had no designs or wetness indicators on them – they were pure white, and puffy, and somehow that made them seem all the more infantile to the former businesswoman. They were huge too, but Eily’s recently augmented bubble butt was so large that a good amount of bare bum-cheek was still visible either side of the white padding, also totally uncovered by her plaid skirt. To infantilize her further, a bright pink pacifier bobbed between her lips; it satisfied her stupid oral fixation, and kept her thumbs free to do all the tedious paperwork her ex-husband assigned to her every day.
Her former employees smirked at her as she passed, and Eily could feel her cheeks burning. Even after weeks of this, the embarrassment of what she’d been reduced to never seemed to let up. Glaring ahead of her, not making eye contact with anybody, she toddled over to the photocopier. As she copied some documents, her knees started to bend inwards a little, and she had to fight to stop herself from squirming on the spot. She had to pee. Badly. She finished with the documents and hurried out of the office space, into the mercifully empty corridor beyond.
Running Up That Hill
This caption is for a very shy diaper girl. She’s a widdle scared of the world knowing who she is. But I do!
“Oh my gosh, this is so cute! It looks just like a real nursery! She actually lives like this? Isn’t she older than me?”
You cower behind Daddy as the new woman Daddy brought home takes in your nursery. They discuss you and your diapers so casually, so matter-of-factly that you feel like the toddler she obviously thinks you are.
“Seriously, I can’t right now. I mean, look at all the colors, the decorations, the diaper supplies! Ugh, it’s adorable! I’d have no idea this was an adult’s room if it wasn’t for the massive crib, changing table, and stacks of oversized diapers!”
Daddy laughs. “Adult? Don’t get it confused, my little pamper packer here may be older than you, but she’s not an adult, are you, Princess?”