Little Teddy ABDL

“But, I’m just a shy wittle bear!” ABDL, sub, 31, Little age 2-4

[daddy-diapers-andspanks]

Caption to this one from a long time originally said "Today was SOOO fun, Me and Daddy watched Big Hero 6! I had to go during the movie so I made a big messy in my baby pants! Daddy understood that I just didn’t want to miss any of the movie and comforted me and said “That’s what diapers are for, Princess.” My padding was so full by the end of the movie, Daddy had to change me right away hehe"

Exactly the way it should be.

[tentativetitlee]

Repeat after me, kiddos!

Diapers are where I belong.

And why is that?

I didn’t get through potty-training.

Hm, isn’t that strange. Are you sure someone your age has never been toilet trained?

Never-ever. I’ve always been in diapers.

Well what happened? Couldn’t you could give the bathroom another try?

I don’t want to use the potty. I want to use my diapers.

That’s right! You use your diapers for everything because you don’t know any better. There’s no way you could. After all deep down you’re still a…

Baby.

Let’s do a few more, hm? Say it with me now, I love my diapers.

I love my diapers!

I use my diapers for everything.

I use my diapers for everything!

I’ll never, ever make it out of diapers.

I’ll never, ever make it out of diapers!

Such a good job! Now toddle along, I’m sure you’re far overdue for a change.

[stinky-in-pinky]

Talking Him Through It

“You had to have known this was coming, didn’t you baby?" She said, "Be honest with me. Did you really think you were just going to be peeing in your diapers all the time and that was it? That you’d get to keep some scrap of big-boy dignity while waddling around in thick padding?" She let the silence hang. "No… deep down you knew this moment was inevitable. You knew that one day you’d be right here, on your knees, feeling that heavy pressure build, and you’d have no choice but to make your first real poopy diaper right in front of me.”

Mike let out a soft, mortified whimper, his face already burning crimson as he shifted uncomfortably on his knees, eyes darting away. “Valerie… please,” he whispered, voice shaking with embarrassment. “I-I didn’t think it would actually go this far. I can’t… it’s too humiliating. Can we please not do this? I don't think I can--”

"Shh..." Valerie said, pressing a finger firmly to his lips to silence him. "No more of that whining. This is how it is now. This is your new normal. And protesting only makes you look even more pathetic than you already do. You’re just going to have to accept it.”

The tension thickened unbearably. Mike’s breathing turned shallow and ragged, soft desperate whines as he clenched instinctively, trying to fight the inevitable. His hands fidgeted at his sides, knees pressing hard into the rug while waves of humiliation crashed over him.

“I really can’t do this,” he whined, voice cracking pathetically. “It’s going to be so gross and—and—and...Please, Val! I’m begging you! Please don't make me do this...”

Valerie tilted her head slightly, her expression calm and almost sweetly pitying as she looked down at him. “Oh, sweetie… I’m not making you do anything. This is what you wanted, remember? You were the one who begged me to put you in diapers in the first place.”

Mike shook his head desperately, tears already welling in his eyes. “But I didn't want this!" He whined, "I just wanted to feel little and taken care of. Maybe wet a diaper or two. But I never thought you’d actually make me do…all of this!"

Valerie gave a soft, amused chuckle and reached out to cup his burning cheek, gently wiping away a leaky tear with her thumb. “Sweetheart, you know I don’t do anything half-assed. You wanted me to take control. You wanted me to treat you like my widdle baybee. Well, this is what that looks like. You don’t get to pick and choose which parts feel good and which parts are too gross or embarrassing. I was being nice before, letting you use the potty for your dirty business. But those days are over. The diapers aren’t just for cute little wettings anymore...they’re your potty now. For all of it. This is what you asked for. Now you’re going to live with it."

Mike let out another broken whimper, face burning with shame. “Please… I’m begging you. Just this once, can’t we—”

But before he could get out another word, a pacifier was pressed into his mouth.

"Shhh...no more talking," she said, her tone firm and unsympathetic. “Just pushing. You’re done protesting. Now be a good boy and focus on filling that diaper like you know you need to.”

Mike’s made pathetic little sounds around the pacifier as he sucked on it instinctively. His face burned hotter than ever, tears of pure shame glistening in his eyes. He tried to look down, to avoid that look, as if it would give him some semblance of privacy, but Valerie lifted his chin with a single finger, forcing his gaze back up to hers.

“Look at me, baby. Eyes up here. I want to watch your face while you do it. Let Mommy see every little grunt, every little squint, every little strain. Feel that pressure building stronger and stronger? That’s your body telling you it’s time for your first poopy diaper. This is how it goes from now on. Now relax your bottom… it’s time. Let Mommy see exactly what a helpless little pants-pooper looks like!”

The pacifier quivered in his mouth. Mike held out for another long, agonizing moment, muffled whines vibrating around the silicone as his cheeks puffed slightly from sucking on it. Then, with a shaky, defeated breath, he finally gave in.

The first hesitant push came slowly. His face contorted in visible effort, brow furrowed, eyes squeezed half-shut in embarrassment as he stared up at her. A faint, muffled crackling sound broke the silence as the seat of the diaper began to expand, the bright little cars stretching obscenely while the warm, mushy mess pushed out. The sensation hit him instantly: the growing warmth, the heavy bulge forming between his legs, the unmistakable squish beginning to settle against him. Fresh shame flooded his cheeks as the reality sank in, he was actually doing it, right in front of her, grunting softly around the pacifier.

“Awww!! There we go!!” Valerie giggled, her voice warm with approval but still laced with that unyielding dominance. “You're doing it! You're making poo-poo's!! Ah-ah! Don't look away! Eyes on me. Just like that. Theeere we go!! Good boy! Your first poopy diaper as a grown man!! How's that feel, hmm? Go on! Keep pushing! Get it alllll out into your widdle diapy!! This is how you go potty from now on! Right here on your knees, facing Mommy, filling your diaper while I watch every humiliating second of your face. No more bathrooms, no more dignity. Just warm, squishy messes in your pants whenever nature calls."

Mike let out a higher, mortified whine around the pacifier as another he continued pushing, his cheeks flushing deeper, eyes watering as the diaper grew even heavier, the material rounding out noticeably.

"Just like that, baby! You're doing so well!!" she continued, leaning in closer. "Look at you making biggg boom-booms in your diaper where the little cars go vroom vroom!! Hahaha! Mommy can see that diaper sagging more and more with every little push! Feel that warm mush filling up your seat? Mommy's so proud of you!"

The smell began to drift upward, growing stronger with each passing second.

"Oof!" Valerie wrinkled her nose and wafted a hand in front of her face. "Stinky boy!! Is that you?? Are you the one making all that smell?? You're doing so amazing, sweetheart! Making a big, stinky present for Mommy! That's it. Keep pushing, baby...get it all out! I want that diaper nice and full for your very first time.”

He whimpered helplessly around the pacifier, knees trembling as the diaper sagged lower and lower, the back growing thick and heavy with a final, unmistakable crinkle. The warm, mushy weight settled heavily against him, and the pungent smell became impossible to ignore.

“That’s my good little diaper boy,” she cooed, pinching his crimson cheek, “doing his big stinky business right where he’s supposed to.”

Mike stayed on his knees, breathing shakily around the pacifier, the thick, warm mess squishing with every tiny movement. He didn’t know what was worse: the heavy, squishy feeling or the awful smell now hanging in the air. His face burned with utter shame.

“All done?” Valerie asked cheerfully.

Mike gave a small, defeated nod.

“Say ‘all done!’” she instructed, demonstrating the little hand sign she used when feeding him, raising her hands and twisting them. “Come on! Do the sign like a good baybee!”

Blushing furiously, Mike mimicked the stupid motion back at her with shaky hands while mumbling “aw done” around the pacifier. Nothing like telling your wife that you're done crapping all over yourself.

Valerie clapped her hands rapidly in delight. “Yayy!!! You did it, baby! Your first poopy diaper like the pathetic little boi you are now! And there will be sooo many more just like it in your future! But first…”

She leaned forward and gently plucked the pacifier from his mouth.

“I need to hear you say it,” she said, her voice sweet but commanding. “Tell Mommy exactly what you just did. Use your big-boy words. What happened back there? Be specific and honest about what a messy, stinky baby you’ve become. Make it good if you want any chance of being changed.”

Mike hesitated, another tiny mortified whine escaping him. Fresh waves of embarrassment washed over his face, but her expectant silence pressed down until he finally mumbled, red-faced and defeated, barely above a whisper:

“I… I went p-p-p-poo-poo's, Mommy... I...m-messed myself… ”

“Louder, sweetie. Don’t mumble. Tell me what a stinky little pants-pooper you are now.”

He swallowed hard, tears of humiliation pricking at his eyes. “I pooped my diaper… I went potty in my pants like a stupid baybee. I filled it all up and now it’s all squishy and stinky back there… and...and..." he didn't know what else to say. What words could capture how degraded he felt?

But Valerie nodded, satisfied, her voice steady and final, wrinkling her nose slightly with a knowing smile as the smell lingered. "That’s right. Your first dirty diaper, and far from the last. This is exactly how it goes from now on. No more fighting it. No more big-boy excuses or dignity. When you have to go, you come tell Mommy what you need to do...or you use your diaper right then and there."

She paused, eyes sparkling with mischief. Mike's throat tightened.

“But I’m gonna need you to do one more thing for me before you get changed, mmkay pumpkin?" She let the silence and anticipation hang again, then continued, "Since this is your first one, I need you to really feel it. To get used to it. So I’m gonna need you to sit down on your bum-bum, okay? Can you do that for Mommy?”

Mike’s eyes widened in fresh horror. “Val… please, no,” he whispered, voice cracking, wriggling in the ruined diaper. “It’s already so gross and heavy… Please don’t make me—”

“Awww, poor baby!!" Valerie cooed, her voice dripping with fake sympathy. "Look at you! all teary-eyed and cringing. It’s okay, sweetie. Mommy knows it feels yucky right now. But this is part of it. You wanted to be my little boy in diapers… so now you have to learn what that really means.”

"But can't I just—"

"Do you want to stay in that warm, squishy, stinky diaper even longer?" Valerie snapped, her voice turning firm and sharp. "Because I can leave you like this allll afternoon if you’d rather. Your choice.”

Mike sobbed softly, his shoulders shaking. But she was right, he didn't want to stay in this nasty mess any longer. Defeated, he shook his head ‘no’.

“Then sit,” she said sweetly, but with steel underneath. “Right on your bulgey little bottom. Now.”

The heavy, mushy weight already felt unbearable. Humiliated beyond words, he slowly lowered himself onto the striped rug.

The moment his bottom made contact, the warm mess squished loudly beneath him with a wet, crinkly squelch. The thick load spread out, pressing up and around him in the most degrading way imaginable. He let out a sharp, mortified cry, his whole body cringing from his toes to his spine as the mush molded disgustingly against his skin.

“Therrre we go!!” Valerie cooed, her voice flipping back to that soft, motherly tone. “Hear that squish? Feel how it’s all spreading and smearing inside your diapy? That’s your big stinky poo-poo's, baby! You made that! All of that! Now wriggle for Mommy… bounce up and down. Really feel it squishing everywhere. Good boy.”

Mike whimpered and cried, fresh tears rolling down his burning cheeks as he obeyed. He shifted his weight from side to side, then gave a small, reluctant bounce. The mess squelched loudly again, spreading further and coating him more thoroughly. Another broken sob escaped him.

“Shhh, shhh...that's it. Cry it out, baby. Let it all sink in.” Valerie said, feigning pity while her eyes sparkled with amusement. She reached out and gently stroked his hair. “Such a sad widdle baybee sitting in his own dirty diaper. Does it feel all warm and nasty back there? Does it feel gross? Poor thing… but you’re going to get sooo used to this. I promise! This heavy, stinky, squishy feeling? It's your new normal. No more running to the bathroom like a real grown-up. Just you squatting and pottying in your pampers whenever you need to."

It was his fault. It was all his fault.

He asked for this. He wanted the diapers, he wanted her to take control. But he should have known. He should have thought it all the way through. He just never thought it would lead to...this.

She let him sit there for a long moment, letting the reality sink deep into his bones, before finally standing up from the couch. She held out her hand, smiling down at him with that sweet, knowing smile.

“Come on, baby." She said, "Waddle to your room. Let's go change your first dirty diaper!”

[stinky-in-pinky]

Talking Him Through It

“You had to have known this was coming, didn’t you baby?" She said, "Be honest with me. Did you really think you were just going to be peeing in your diapers all the time and that was it? That you’d get to keep some scrap of big-boy dignity while waddling around in thick padding?" She let the silence hang. "No… deep down you knew this moment was inevitable. You knew that one day you’d be right here, on your knees, feeling that heavy pressure build, and you’d have no choice but to make your first real poopy diaper right in front of me.”

Mike let out a soft, mortified whimper, his face already burning crimson as he shifted uncomfortably on his knees, eyes darting away. “Valerie… please,” he whispered, voice shaking with embarrassment. “I-I didn’t think it would actually go this far. I can’t… it’s too humiliating. Can we please not do this? I don't think I can--”

"Shh..." Valerie said, pressing a finger firmly to his lips to silence him. "No more of that whining. This is how it is now. This is your new normal. And protesting only makes you look even more pathetic than you already do. You’re just going to have to accept it.”

The tension thickened unbearably. Mike’s breathing turned shallow and ragged, soft desperate whines as he clenched instinctively, trying to fight the inevitable. His hands fidgeted at his sides, knees pressing hard into the rug while waves of humiliation crashed over him.

“I really can’t do this,” he whined, voice cracking pathetically. “It’s going to be so gross and—and—and...Please, Val! I’m begging you! Please don't make me do this...”

Valerie tilted her head slightly, her expression calm and almost sweetly pitying as she looked down at him. “Oh, sweetie… I’m not making you do anything. This is what you wanted, remember? You were the one who begged me to put you in diapers in the first place.”

Mike shook his head desperately, tears already welling in his eyes. “But I didn't want this!" He whined, "I just wanted to feel little and taken care of. Maybe wet a diaper or two. But I never thought you’d actually make me do…all of this!"

Valerie gave a soft, amused chuckle and reached out to cup his burning cheek, gently wiping away a leaky tear with her thumb. “Sweetheart, you know I don’t do anything half-assed. You wanted me to take control. You wanted me to treat you like my widdle baybee. Well, this is what that looks like. You don’t get to pick and choose which parts feel good and which parts are too gross or embarrassing. I was being nice before, letting you use the potty for your dirty business. But those days are over. The diapers aren’t just for cute little wettings anymore...they’re your potty now. For all of it. This is what you asked for. Now you’re going to live with it."

Mike let out another broken whimper, face burning with shame. “Please… I’m begging you. Just this once, can’t we—”

But before he could get out another word, a pacifier was pressed into his mouth.

"Shhh...no more talking," she said, her tone firm and unsympathetic. “Just pushing. You’re done protesting. Now be a good boy and focus on filling that diaper like you know you need to.”

Mike’s made pathetic little sounds around the pacifier as he sucked on it instinctively. His face burned hotter than ever, tears of pure shame glistening in his eyes. He tried to look down, to avoid that look, as if it would give him some semblance of privacy, but Valerie lifted his chin with a single finger, forcing his gaze back up to hers.

“Look at me, baby. Eyes up here. I want to watch your face while you do it. Let Mommy see every little grunt, every little squint, every little strain. Feel that pressure building stronger and stronger? That’s your body telling you it’s time for your first poopy diaper. This is how it goes from now on. Now relax your bottom… it’s time. Let Mommy see exactly what a helpless little pants-pooper looks like!”

The pacifier quivered in his mouth. Mike held out for another long, agonizing moment, muffled whines vibrating around the silicone as his cheeks puffed slightly from sucking on it. Then, with a shaky, defeated breath, he finally gave in.

The first hesitant push came slowly. His face contorted in visible effort, brow furrowed, eyes squeezed half-shut in embarrassment as he stared up at her. A faint, muffled crackling sound broke the silence as the seat of the diaper began to expand, the bright little cars stretching obscenely while the warm, mushy mess pushed out. The sensation hit him instantly: the growing warmth, the heavy bulge forming between his legs, the unmistakable squish beginning to settle against him. Fresh shame flooded his cheeks as the reality sank in, he was actually doing it, right in front of her, grunting softly around the pacifier.

“Awww!! There we go!!” Valerie giggled, her voice warm with approval but still laced with that unyielding dominance. “You're doing it! You're making poo-poo's!! Ah-ah! Don't look away! Eyes on me. Just like that. Theeere we go!! Good boy! Your first poopy diaper as a grown man!! How's that feel, hmm? Go on! Keep pushing! Get it alllll out into your widdle diapy!! This is how you go potty from now on! Right here on your knees, facing Mommy, filling your diaper while I watch every humiliating second of your face. No more bathrooms, no more dignity. Just warm, squishy messes in your pants whenever nature calls."

Mike let out a higher, mortified whine around the pacifier as another he continued pushing, his cheeks flushing deeper, eyes watering as the diaper grew even heavier, the material rounding out noticeably.

"Just like that, baby! You're doing so well!!" she continued, leaning in closer. "Look at you making biggg boom-booms in your diaper where the little cars go vroom vroom!! Hahaha! Mommy can see that diaper sagging more and more with every little push! Feel that warm mush filling up your seat? Mommy's so proud of you!"

The smell began to drift upward, growing stronger with each passing second.

"Oof!" Valerie wrinkled her nose and wafted a hand in front of her face. "Stinky boy!! Is that you?? Are you the one making all that smell?? You're doing so amazing, sweetheart! Making a big, stinky present for Mommy! That's it. Keep pushing, baby...get it all out! I want that diaper nice and full for your very first time.”

He whimpered helplessly around the pacifier, knees trembling as the diaper sagged lower and lower, the back growing thick and heavy with a final, unmistakable crinkle. The warm, mushy weight settled heavily against him, and the pungent smell became impossible to ignore.

“That’s my good little diaper boy,” she cooed, pinching his crimson cheek, “doing his big stinky business right where he’s supposed to.”

Mike stayed on his knees, breathing shakily around the pacifier, the thick, warm mess squishing with every tiny movement. He didn’t know what was worse: the heavy, squishy feeling or the awful smell now hanging in the air. His face burned with utter shame.

“All done?” Valerie asked cheerfully.

Mike gave a small, defeated nod.

“Say ‘all done!’” she instructed, demonstrating the little hand sign she used when feeding him, raising her hands and twisting them. “Come on! Do the sign like a good baybee!”

Blushing furiously, Mike mimicked the stupid motion back at her with shaky hands while mumbling “aw done” around the pacifier. Nothing like telling your wife that you're done crapping all over yourself.

Valerie clapped her hands rapidly in delight. “Yayy!!! You did it, baby! Your first poopy diaper like the pathetic little boi you are now! And there will be sooo many more just like it in your future! But first…”

She leaned forward and gently plucked the pacifier from his mouth.

“I need to hear you say it,” she said, her voice sweet but commanding. “Tell Mommy exactly what you just did. Use your big-boy words. What happened back there? Be specific and honest about what a messy, stinky baby you’ve become. Make it good if you want any chance of being changed.”

Mike hesitated, another tiny mortified whine escaping him. Fresh waves of embarrassment washed over his face, but her expectant silence pressed down until he finally mumbled, red-faced and defeated, barely above a whisper:

“I… I went p-p-p-poo-poo's, Mommy... I...m-messed myself… ”

“Louder, sweetie. Don’t mumble. Tell me what a stinky little pants-pooper you are now.”

He swallowed hard, tears of humiliation pricking at his eyes. “I pooped my diaper… I went potty in my pants like a stupid baybee. I filled it all up and now it’s all squishy and stinky back there… and...and..." he didn't know what else to say. What words could capture how degraded he felt?

But Valerie nodded, satisfied, her voice steady and final, wrinkling her nose slightly with a knowing smile as the smell lingered. "That’s right. Your first dirty diaper, and far from the last. This is exactly how it goes from now on. No more fighting it. No more big-boy excuses or dignity. When you have to go, you come tell Mommy what you need to do...or you use your diaper right then and there."

She paused, eyes sparkling with mischief. Mike's throat tightened.

“But I’m gonna need you to do one more thing for me before you get changed, mmkay pumpkin?" She let the silence and anticipation hang again, then continued, "Since this is your first one, I need you to really feel it. To get used to it. So I’m gonna need you to sit down on your bum-bum, okay? Can you do that for Mommy?”

Mike’s eyes widened in fresh horror. “Val… please, no,” he whispered, voice cracking, wriggling in the ruined diaper. “It’s already so gross and heavy… Please don’t make me—”

“Awww, poor baby!!" Valerie cooed, her voice dripping with fake sympathy. "Look at you! all teary-eyed and cringing. It’s okay, sweetie. Mommy knows it feels yucky right now. But this is part of it. You wanted to be my little boy in diapers… so now you have to learn what that really means.”

"But can't I just—"

"Do you want to stay in that warm, squishy, stinky diaper even longer?" Valerie snapped, her voice turning firm and sharp. "Because I can leave you like this allll afternoon if you’d rather. Your choice.”

Mike sobbed softly, his shoulders shaking. But she was right, he didn't want to stay in this nasty mess any longer. Defeated, he shook his head ‘no’.

“Then sit,” she said sweetly, but with steel underneath. “Right on your bulgey little bottom. Now.”

The heavy, mushy weight already felt unbearable. Humiliated beyond words, he slowly lowered himself onto the striped rug.

The moment his bottom made contact, the warm mess squished loudly beneath him with a wet, crinkly squelch. The thick load spread out, pressing up and around him in the most degrading way imaginable. He let out a sharp, mortified cry, his whole body cringing from his toes to his spine as the mush molded disgustingly against his skin.

“Therrre we go!!” Valerie cooed, her voice flipping back to that soft, motherly tone. “Hear that squish? Feel how it’s all spreading and smearing inside your diapy? That’s your big stinky poo-poo's, baby! You made that! All of that! Now wriggle for Mommy… bounce up and down. Really feel it squishing everywhere. Good boy.”

Mike whimpered and cried, fresh tears rolling down his burning cheeks as he obeyed. He shifted his weight from side to side, then gave a small, reluctant bounce. The mess squelched loudly again, spreading further and coating him more thoroughly. Another broken sob escaped him.

“Shhh, shhh...that's it. Cry it out, baby. Let it all sink in.” Valerie said, feigning pity while her eyes sparkled with amusement. She reached out and gently stroked his hair. “Such a sad widdle baybee sitting in his own dirty diaper. Does it feel all warm and nasty back there? Does it feel gross? Poor thing… but you’re going to get sooo used to this. I promise! This heavy, stinky, squishy feeling? It's your new normal. No more running to the bathroom like a real grown-up. Just you squatting and pottying in your pampers whenever you need to."

It was his fault. It was all his fault.

He asked for this. He wanted the diapers, he wanted her to take control. But he should have known. He should have thought it all the way through. He just never thought it would lead to...this.

She let him sit there for a long moment, letting the reality sink deep into his bones, before finally standing up from the couch. She held out her hand, smiling down at him with that sweet, knowing smile.

“Come on, baby." She said, "Waddle to your room. Let's go change your first dirty diaper!”

[lilpuffnstuff]

[dj-kinkster]

Diaper Training Lv. 2

NURSERY REMIX

Here's a fun sing along 🎶 for all you diapered cuties who've gone baby brained 👶🧠. Enjoy the bright colors and comforting voice encouraging you to be a diaper dummy! 🤤🚼

[destinedfordiapers]

Semi-Charmed Life

This caption is for @somethingcleverfornow67, a silly little thing who wants to see how blushy she can get for you all!

You hesitantly lift your dress to show your boyfriend—Daddy now—your diaper. Your face burned in embarrassment.

“But Daddyyy,” you whine, “what if everyone sees my diaper? It’s so much thicker than my pullies!”

Daddy smiles lovingly. “Sweetie, they’d be much more likely to see a leaky pully. You tinkle through your pullies so fast. Remember what happened yesterday at Target?”

You didn’t think it was possible to blush more, but here you were, cosplaying as an over-ripe tomato. Your face was so hot, if someone cracked an egg on your face, it would be cooked in seconds.

Memories of Target came flooding back. The wild, helpless potty dance—in the baby aisle of all places. The panic of realizing you couldn’t hold it. The condescending, knowing smile from Daddy as your pullup grew warm from your assault.

And worse, the trickling warmth that streamed down your leg. Your pully leaked. In Target.

Luckily for you, nobody saw your Daddy wiping the tinkle off your legs.

But the damage was done.

“Honey, it’s time for diapers,” Daddy said when you got in the car.

Not only was today your first day in diapers, but it was also the first time you were going to meet Daddy’s friends. All you could think about was your diaper.

It was so, so thick.

You were positive they would see your diaper bulging out of your dress. You even practiced walking in front of a mirror to assure yourself you weren’t waddling like a penguin.

Daddy promised you nobody could tell, but it did little to assuage your fears as the doorbell rang.

“I can do this,” you told yourself, “It’s just a regular barbeque with friends…in a diaper.”

Fifteen minutes later, you made it through introductions without anyone noticing your now slightly soggy diaper. Your confidence was growing by the minute.

You could do this.

“Alright, now that everyone is here, it’s time to fire up the grill!” Daddy said to everyone after the last couple arrived.

In all, there were three couples. You relaxed, glad there weren’t more coming.

To your surprise, the girls whisked you away from Daddy, complimenting your dress and gushing about Daddy. Within minutes, you felt like part of the group, the girls were so nice!

You’d even forgotten all about the diaper that had been causing you so much anxiety. The conversation flowed faster than the pinot grigio.

You were having fun. These were your type of girls.

You caught Daddy’s eye as he tended to the grill. He returned your smile, happy that you were having fun and getting along with his friends.

Everything was going well until your tummy rumbled—loudly.

“Wow, Mia,” one of the girls laughed, “Sounds like someone is hungry! I don’t blame you, though—I’m starving!”

You smiled, pretending to play along, “Yeah, Dan said to save my appetite, but I didn’t think he’d take this long to grill! I’m gonna see how much longer.”

You were in trouble.

The girls may have thought your tummy was rumbling because you were hungry, but you knew the truth. You needed to get to the potty—now.

Careful not to move too fast, you made your way to Daddy.

“Hey, babe,” Daddy cooed, “Should be about 10 or 15 more minutes!”

“D-daddy,” you whisper, barely audible, “I…I need to go to the potty.”

“Sweetie, we went over this, that’s what your diaper is for. Just pee and I’ll change you after dinner!”

“No, Daddy, I hafta….hafta go number two!” you squeal, growing more desperate.

“Ohhh! You need to make stinkies!”

“M…mhm…”

You were desperate. So desperate you didn’t realize how adorable you looked bouncing up and down and holding your tummy—looking every bit like a toddler about to fill her diaper.

But Daddy always let you use the potty for your stinkies if you asked.

“Okay, little one, let’s get you to the potty. I’ll help you out of that diaper.”

But it was too late.

“Oh no…Daddy!” you whimpered—much louder than you expected—as your knees buckled and you squatted down to load your diaper.

A deafening silence filled the air. Everyone watched in shock as it happened.

You were no longer in control of your own body. Trapped in this infantile position, unable to stop yourself from pooping your diaper in front of everyone.

A low, grumbling toot broke the silence, followed by a whimper and a grunt.

Tears fell down your cheek as your diaper bulged wildly to accommodate your mess. You wanted to run and hide. Yet, your feet remained glued to the ground.

There was no escape.

Only your grunts and the crinkling of your expanding diaper broke the silence.

Time seemed to stand still. You could feel everyone watching, despite keeping your eyes shut. You couldn’t bear to see their faces while you filled your diaper.

Finally, after one last loud grunt and push, it was over. You stood there, catching your breath as the reality of your situation crashed down over you.

You just pooped yourself like a toddler in front of Daddy’s friends. Your diaper dropped well below your dress, leggings failing to hold up your messy diaper.

The next few minutes were a blur.

“Oh, babygirl, did you make a stinky?” Daddy asked rhetorically as he pulled his sobbing, messy little in for a hug, “Let Daddy see, we don’t want a blowout, do we? That would be icky!”

To your horror, you felt the back of your dress pulled up, exposing your bulging, droopy diaper to all of Daddy’s friends.

“Wow, little one, you really filled that diaper!” Daddy announced, “Let’s get that diaper changed before you stink up the backyard! Pee-yew, babygirl!”

Before you could react, all three girls ran over, cooing at you like a toddler.

A sobbing, stinky toddler.

“Oh, honey, don’t cry!” one girl assured you, “It’s okay! Accidents happen! You couldn’t help it! Luckily your Daddy put that diaper on you!”

“Yeah! Babies can’t help it!” another agreed, “We’d never judge a baby for making a stinky in her diaper!”

“Where’s her diaper bag, Dan,” the third asked, “The poor thing needs a diaper change right away before she gets a rash!”

All you could do was sob. Sob because of the poopy diaper. Sob because clearly these girls saw you no different from a helpless toddler.

And worse, sob because of the laughter that echoed from Daddy’s guy friends.

“Dan, did she really shit her diaper?”

“Why are you dating a baby?”

Yet, through it all, Daddy held you, whispering in your ear, telling you he loved you and everything would be okay.

“You’ll feel so much better once I get you out of that icky diaper, baby” Daddy assured you, “I promise.”

“B-b-but Daddy!” you sobbed, “Everyone thinks I’m a baby!”

“Oh, little one. You did just poop your diaper in front of everyone. I’m not sure they’re wrong.”

“NO! I’m not a baby!” you squeal, stomping your feet.

“Found it!” one of the girls shouted, “And look, here’s a paci! I think this will help soothe her!”

“Thank you, Jen!” Daddy said, grabbing the paci from her.

“Okay, honey,” Daddy says to you, “How about you suckle on your paci while I change your diaper?”

“NO! DADDY NO!” you shout.

“You poor thing,” Daddy coos as he slides the paci into your mouth and picks you up.

You thrash and sob as Daddy carries you to the makeshift changing station set up by the girls. He places you on the table, thanking the girls for helping.

“Babygirl, the quicker you calm down, the quicker you’ll be in a clean diaper,” Daddy says sternly, “These are big feelings, but that diaper is going to be changed no matter what. I won’t have my babygirl get a rash on my watch.”

“Dude, no way you’re actually going to change her diaper!” you hear one of Daddy’s friends taunt, “You really are dating a girl who poops her diapers??”

“Shut up, Mark,” Daddy responds before turning to you, “Don’t listen to him, little one. I love you, messy diapers and all!”

This was not how you expected to hear “I love you” the first time.

In a flash, Daddy pulls down your tights and rolls up your dress, exposing your browning, droopy diaper.

You cover your face in shame, deciding there is no other way out of the situation. And besides, a clean diaper did sound much better than your rapidly cooling, messy diaper.

Daddy rips open the tabs, pulling back your diaper.

“Look away, boys,” Jen tells the boys, “Baby Mia deserves some privacy, and clearly you are all too immature to be around diaper changes.”

You feel Daddy grab your feet before your legs are lifted into the air. Daddy wipes the stinkies off your bum before asking Jen if she could toss your stinky diaper.

“No problem, Dan” Jen says as she rolls up your diaper and tosses it in the trash.

You’re lowered back down. “There, all clean, little one,” Daddy coos, “But now that I know you make stinkies, maybe I should get some barrier crem on that tush.”

You whimper helplessly as the girls giggle—realizing you’re now expected to keep messing your diapers.

“Oh, my gosh, this diaper is so cute!” one of the girls squeals in delight, “Much better than that boring white one Mia was in before!”

You can’t bring yourself to look, but based on the girls’ reactions, you know it must be horrifically infantile.

An explosion of crinkles erupts as Daddy fluffs your diaper before you’re lifted back up. Daddy slides the diaper under you before he gently lowers you back down.

Your heart sinks again.

Daddy hasn’t even taped your diaper on, but you can tell this diaper is significantly thicker than your last diaper. Your worst fears are realized as he tapes it up—it’s impossible to close your legs.

This diaper is ridiculously thick. Comically thick.

“How does that feel, little one?” Daddy asks.

“Stop, she looks adorable!” Jen screams in delight.

You open your eyes and try to sit up. Your diaper crinkles loudly as you do. You wonder if you’re sitting on a cloud.

“I…I…Daddy ith tho thick,” you lisp through your paci.

“I know, baby, but now that they know you’re a silly pamper packer, you don’t need to hide your diaper! And now you won’t have to worry about leakies!”

Daddy picks you off the changing table. “There, how does that feel?”

You stand there, legs thrust apart to accommodate your diaper, acutely aware of the girls staring at you like an adorable toddler.

It doesn’t take long to realize why.

Your dress is wildly overmatched by the diaper, only covering the top half of your diaper. Where the dress ends, a poofy pink diaper continues, on display for everyone to see.

A poofy pink diaper with bunnies.

“Look Mia!” Jen says softly, “Your diapee has bunnies on it! They’re adorable just like you!”

You suck on your paci, unable to say anything.

“Oh! The meat!” Daddy shouts, running back to the grill. “Just in time, dinner is ready!”

Jen grabs your hand, leading you to the dinner table. “Why don’t you sit here, sweetie? There, good girl.”

Your dress does absolutely nothing to cover your diaper when you sit—something the boys were all too happy to point out.

Daddy places a plate of cut up chicken and sald in front of you. “Okay, eat up everyone!”

All everyone could talk about is how cute you looked in your diaper—and how lucky your Daddy was to have such a well-behaved little one.

And, more importantly, that you were right where you belong.

Daddy’s helpless, adorable pamper packer.

[mellowsadistic]

Birthday Party - Part 3

One Year Later

Sarah’s soaking wet diaper squelched between her thighs as she toddled into the kitchen where her aunt was making breakfast.

“Good morning, baby girl,” Helen cooed at her twenty-one-year-old niece, reaching out to cup a hand to the front of Sarah’s nappy through her baby duck patterned onesie. “What a soggy girl! But I don’t smell any poo-poos just yet. Go take a seat, little one. Auntie will have your num-nums ready in just a second.”

Sarah blushed furiously, but even though much of the hypnotist’s conditioning had been undone and control of her body had been returned, her resistance had long since disappeared. She clambered obediently into to her highchair, her breasts wobbling freely in her loose onesie, and sat down on her pissy diapered bottom, wrinkling her nose in disgust as her bum pressed heavily against the sodden padding.

A few moments later, the microwave tinged, and her aunt took out an enormous bottle of warm milk and plonked it down in front of her. Sarah looked at it with distaste. It was breastmilk, she knew. One of Helen’s friends was producing too much of it for her own baby to take, but she was more than happy to deliver a regular supply of bottles to Helen’s house to make sure it didn’t go to waste.

Fighting her revulsion, Sarah took the bottle with both hands and lifted the rubber nipple to her lips. Her mouth latched on instinctively and she began to suckle, feeling the warm, creamy breastmilk squirt across her tongue and flow down her throat. She sucked quickly, but the bottle seemed endless – even after fifteen minutes, she was barely halfway through the enormous thing, and she already felt full to bursting!

Sarah let out a feeble whimper as she thought about her once-tight, sexy tummy. Her mother and aunt were careful not to make her gain too much weight, but her formerly trim stomach was gone. Her belly had a cute layer of what Helen called her ‘baby fat’, perfect for tickles and tummy raspberries. Even her face had a slightly rounder, ‘cuter’ look to it. But Sarah knew better than to throw a fit over her baba. Her aunt was quick with a spanking, and looming over everything was the threat of being reduced back to being a helpless prisoner inside a baby-brained body.

After a few more minutes of mindless suckling, Penny joined Sarah at the table, flashing her babified older cousin a bright smile before tucking into a bowl of cereal with milk.

Sarah couldn’t help but notice how her little cousin’s table manners had improved. It wasn’t long ago that she’d ended every breakfast with soggy cornflakes and milk on her chin, but now she didn’t spill a drop. Straight away, Sarah felt something clunk into place inside her head. She let out a quiet little moan around her bottle, but there was nothing she could do – not all of the hypnosis had been removed, and when a compulsion hit her, she was powerless to stop it. Penny had done something mature, and that meant Sarah had to do something immature.

Immediately, she popped the bottle out of her mouth, blew a spit bubble, and dribbled breastmilk down her chin. She could feel it soaking into the collar of her onesie. Messy girl, a voice echoed in her head. Mucky tot. Dribbly, soggy, wet little baby. Penny giggled at her, and Sarah shoved her bottle back into her mouth to resume her sucking, her face as red as a tomato. No matter how much time passed, it never got less humiliating. She was a grown woman for goodness sake! She didn’t deserve this! Just because she’d been a little rude one time, it wasn’t fair to turn her into some kind of overgrown baby! She’d been taken out of university of course, and there was no chance of going back – her auntie said that if she was lucky, maybe one day she’d be allowed to grow up a little bit more and get a job pushing shopping trolleys at the local discount supermarket. But that was it. No more ambitions. No more dreams. Just minimum wage, and well-used nappies hanging off her hips.

Tears started welling up in Sarah’s eyes, but before a tantrum could really get started, she was distracted by another feeling. There was a sudden fullness in her bottom. Her bladder control was totally gone, and Sarah found herself helplessly dribbling pee-pee into her diapers on a near constant basis, but even after months as little more than an adult-sized toddler, she still had at least some control over her bowels.

With a hiss of air, she finished her bottle. Feeling almost nauseous at the amount of breastmilk now sloshing about in her tummy, Sarah gently lowered herself out of her highchair, clenching her bottom tightly.

“Um… Auntie…” she said, waddling up to Helen and putting on her best pleading look, “I really need to go poo-poo. Do you think maybe I could use the potty?”

“Sarah,” Helen said sternly, turning to look at her niece, “you know the rules. You get to have control over your body again, but you are not an adult anymore. Your mother convinced me not to make you act like a total baby all the time, but when it comes to your potty training, I’m putting my foot down. You will never use a toilet again, young lady. You wear nappies now, and nappies are for pooping in. Now squat down and make a messy in your pants right this instant, or I’ll call the hypnotist and have you cooing and gurgling in your crib by tomorrow!”

Her lower lib trembling pathetically, Sarah fell into a squat, all traces of the formerly proud, snarky young woman gone for good. With a loud fart, she started pooping her diaper. She could sense the smiles of her aunt and cousin above her as she grunted and strained to make yuck-yuck in her pants right in front of them. As the heavy, disgusting load dropped into the back of her nappy, Sarah burst into tears.

“That’s a good girl,” Helen cooed, her face alive with malicious delight, savouring the sight of her niece packing her adult Pampers like the ridiculous baby-woman she’d been turned into. “Get it all out. Right in your pants like a silly little baby.”

Sarah’s vision was blurred by her tears, but she felt her aunt take hold of her hand once she’d finished pooping. Helen led her into the living room and positioned her in front of the television, where some inane children’s program was showing.

“Be a good girl and watch your kiddie shows, Sarah,” said Helen, smirking. “I need to take your older cousin to kindergarten now, so I want you to stay right here. I’ll change your diaper when I get back.”

Sarah only sobbed.

“And your baby monitor will be recording,” Helen went on. Sarah felt her stomach plummet. “I’ll be reviewing the footage later,” her aunt continued warningly, “and if I don’t see a happy big baby girl dancing along to her silly programs, you’ll be getting a very nasty spanking when I get back. Is that clear, little miss?”

“Yes, auntie Helen,” Sarah whimpered, as the embarrassing, babyish music began to play. Helen and her daughter turned to leave, and Sarah started to dance. This was her life now, and she had no choice but to get used to it.

The End

[diapersarefashion]

Ella Raine

[ageplay-is-adorable]

Perfectly captured my mindset 🥰

[diapersandotherfun]

The Diaper Revolution (Can’t remember the author, but wasn’t written by me)

The evolving diaper revolution

It all started in the 1990s but no body really picked up on it. Most public schools in the United States have strict rules stating that children must be potty trained before entering school. But more and more parents were sending their children to kindergarten before they mastered their potty skills. Teachers dealt with the occasional accidents.

By 2010 however with both mothers and fathers working and the world becoming increasingly automated, parents spent less time giving their children the appropriate potty training skills. Instead of the occasional accidents, kindergarten teachers began noticing more children coming to school in training pants. They were dealing with constant dribblers now. School boards were informed, but sided with parents, relaxing the rules on potty training for kindergartners.

After a few years, more and more kindergartners started arriving at school in full fledged diapers. Diaper manufacturers responded with larger sizes, better protection and odor guards. Commercials on television showed kindergartners in school, a teacher praising a child for wearing the proper protection. “I love my children and that’s why it’s important to send them to school with the best protection,” she says. Pointing to a child in a slightly crouched position, the teacher smiles and says, “Keeping them comfortable all day is important for their social development.”

Soon first graders began to enter the school year with a constant dribble. Again the training pants manufacturers responded. Teachers saw thick panties hugging the bottoms of their students. Some quit. It just wasn’t right they said. But school boards continued to relent to parents’ insistence that their children would eventually master their potty skills.

Then it happened. First graders began coming to class in diapers. Diaper manufacturers were excited. This was a big money making opportunity. News organizations pounced, but what they found was that most child psychologists recommended children mastering potty skills on their own. A famous daytime talk show television star began a month long campaign about child development. Parents saw study after study showing that potty training was harmful to young children. It just produced too much stress they said.

Soon first graders moved from the occasional pee accident to full fledged diaper defecations. School nurses began training programs to show teachers how to properly respond to accident prone children. Don’t make a scene, they said. They’ll grow out of it. Diaper manufacturers made the diapers so well fitted and comfortable that the young students could comfortably deal with a messy diaper throughout the day and even learn to change themselves when they got home from school.

The trend continued. Soon second and even a few third graders trickled into class with the dribbles. Children’s diapers were coming close to some of the smaller adult diaper sizes.  Then the first third graders came to class in diapers. Socially, children saw diapers as a necessity, sort of like putting on a pair of socks. Fourth, fifth and sixth graders started dribbling. They came to class in training pants. After a few years, some started having day time bowel movements in class, alarming teachers. The older students progressed to pull-ups. Diaper manufacturers pounced. It was time to put older students into diapers, they said. Hiring some of the best marketers, ad campaigns focused on how cool diapers were. Diapers in colors like hot pink came to market. And ads focused on young television child actors feeling cool in their diapers.

Parents were encouraged to keep their children in diapers. “Your child will learn at their appropriate time,” the ads said. Some ads got even bolder, showing a famous child actor entering a school rest room for a “change.” The camera zoomed in on the bottom of a bathroom stall. The sound of diaper tapes could be heard and then a clearly full diaper fell to the floor. It was the color that was most interesting. This wasn’t a young teenager with bladder control issues. Nope, this teen was quite comfortable pushing out a fresh load in his pants. Clearly a brown hue could be seen through the diaper’s plastic cover.

High schools started a program to give out a potty training certificate to students who mastered potty training by the tenth grade. Parents rebelled. The certificate program was pushed to the 11th grade and then the 12th grade. And then graduation.

With a worldwide shortage of clean, drinkable water, environmental groups came on board. They touted the benefits of cloth diapers. A few years later government research produced ways to recycle disposable diapers to create clean energy. This finally did it.  

–

Today is 2025 and my son Bobby is headed to his high school graduation. I’m proud of him, he’s only one of two students in the whole school who mastered his potty training. It hasn’t been easy for Bobby. All those messy accidents at soccer practice were disgusting. I remember one time he had an accident on an airplane – some parents were so mad at us for not making sure he was wearing diapers. But he’s finally mastered it. Well, almost. He occasionally has a few dribbles.

At the graduation the valedictorian, a young teenager gave a rousing speech. Jennifer Thompson was a straight A student.  Her parents were very proud. Jennifer got a perfect score on her SATs. She was headed to Harvard next year after having her choice of all the Ivy League schools.

“During these four years, we’ve gathered cherished memories that we will forever hold dearly in our hearts,” she said.

Suddenly during the middle of the speech, there was a pause. Jennifer looked out at the crowd, shifted slightly from side to side and then clenched her fists on the podium. She leaned slightly forward.

Recent studies by school psychologists showed that teenagers were enjoying the same sensations as infants when they had bowel movements in their pants. Jennifer was no exception. Those in the front row could see her face turn a shade red. Only those on the stage could hear the sounds. She quietly grunted. A tingling sensation shot up her spine as her body responded to her signal to expel the waste. She let out the first fart and then a slight brapp as a large semi-soft load began to fill her diaper. Beneath her graduation gown, the creases in the back of her diaper began to stretch and puff out slowly as the warm brown mess exited her anus pushing against the back of the thick disposable diaper and spread to form a warm thick wad between her legs. The sensation climaxed for Jennifer. Then she released a flood of urine into the diaper. As it tricked against the padding it warmed and expanded making the diaper grow even heavier. It was a full fledged diaper defecation.

Soon, Jennifer regained her composure and went on to finish her speech. She may have mastered her education, but toilet training took a back seat.

What made it an interesting scene was that all the students and even the teachers and administrators on stage were clearly unfazed by the episode. No one said a word or came to her aid. They had seen it so many times before.

After the speech, Jennifer received a standing ovation. She shook the high school principal’s hand and walked with a slight waddle to her seat.

When she sat down the soft load squished between her butt cheeks. What a mess she would have to deal with when she got home.

I’d expect in a few years we’ll all be wearing diapers. They’re all the rage now. And just think, it all started in the 1990s.

[diaperabdltemp]

Who wants to change me after this?? 🥰😇😜

[dippersaurus]

The Aquarium Day

The aquarium was dim and cool, with soft blue light spilling across the floor as if the ocean itself had come indoors. The air smelled faintly of saltwater and seaweed, the gentle hum of filtration tanks blending with the distant whoosh of bubbles. Oli padded alongside Mummy, little hand nestled firmly in hers, feeling the tug of her presence like an anchor.

At the first tank, schools of tiny silver fish darted in unison, glinting like stars. Oli pressed both palms against the cool glass, letting out a high, squeaky giggle. “Fiiishy!” he cooed, voice muffled around the paci clipped to his shirt. Mummy gave his hair a soft ruffle, leaning down so her cheek brushed his temple.

Deeper in the exhibit, the light shifted darker, and glowing jellyfish pulsed in tanks like slow, magical lanterns. Oli’s mouth dropped open, eyes wide. He bounced a little on his feet, nappy crinkling faintly under his shorts. “Ooohhh… pwetty…” he whispered, voice wobbling with awe. His words turned into a happy hum as he pressed closer to Mummy, rubbing his cheek against her arm.

As they wandered, Oli felt the familiar tingle in his tummy. A soft groan and whimper escaped as he waddled closer to her, cheeks heating. Mummy noticed immediately, bending down and murmuring in her calm, loving voice, “It’s okay, baby… let it out. Mummy’s got you.” He buried his face in her chest, sucking harder on the paci while his body gave in, filling the diaper snugly. The warmth and squish settled around him, oddly comforting, cradling him in a soft, helpless hug of security.

He clung to her, tiny arms wrapping around her waist, and little whimpers turned into happy squeaks as she kissed the top of his head. “Good boy… such a good baby,” she whispered, rubbing circles on his back, rocking him gently. The sound of bubbling tanks and distant visitors faded into nothing. Oli melted completely, feeling safe and adored, the mess in his nappy a gentle reminder that he could rely entirely on Mummy.

They found a bench by the giant reef tank. A shark drifted lazily overhead, casting shadows across Oli’s round cheeks. He squealed and ducked into Mummy’s lap, hiding his face in her chest before peeking back out with a breathy giggle. She laughed softly and stroked his back, rocking him just enough to make him feel secure. “Silly little fishy boy,” she whispered, kissing the top of his head.

Oli wriggled, burying his face deeper into her. He gave a contented coo, muffled and warm. “Mmmm… snuggwy…” he murmured, arms hugging her tighter. The steady beat of her heart in his ear made the outside world melt away. He let himself reflect on just how lucky he was to have her, how much he loved her warmth, her silly quirks, her mommyisms.. the soft rasp of her voice, the gentle tug of her hand, the way she made every little mess feel okay, even the ones in his nappy. He was completely hers, and it made his heart throb with love.

After a while, Mummy pointed to the stingrays gliding like soft wings through the water. She tapped Oli’s nose. “Look, baby, they’re smiling at you.” Oli blinked up at the rays, then broke into giggles, answering with a soft, playful squeal of his own, “Hiiiii!” His little voice echoed faintly in the chamber, drawing a fond chuckle from nearby visitors who thought he was just a particularly enthusiastic child.

When they reached the penguin enclosure, Oli clapped both hands together, bouncing from foot to foot with squeaky coos. “Heehee! Waddo! Waddo!” The penguins dove and splashed, their sharp cries mixing with his own bubbly giggles. Mummy scooped him close, kissing his cheeks until he squealed again, burying his face in her shoulder.

By the time they reached the dark tunnel where fish swam overhead, Oli was snug and heavy in Mummy’s arms. His thumb found his paci, and he made soft suckly sounds, head lolling on her chest. The water cast shimmering ripples of blue and green across both of them. Mummy swayed gently, whispering, “That’s my little guppy… safe with Mummy… my good, snuggly boy.”

Oli cooed in reply, not with words but with a dreamy sigh that trembled into a tiny hum. His body melted fully against her, the crinkle of his nappy barely audible over the soft whoosh of the ocean world around them. A soft, warm spurt reminded him of how much he loved being helpless with her, how comforting it felt to let go completely, trusting her to handle everything. He whimpered softly, nuzzling into her, seeking reassurance, and she held him tighter, whispering little praises and kisses that made him melt even more.

By the end of the day, they curled together under a soft blanket at home. Oli held his blankie and plushie close, tiny coos and sleepy sighs escaping as Mummy stroked his hair and whispered, “Always my baby… always safe… always loved.” His eyes fluttered closed, reflecting on how much he adored her, how much he needed her, and how grateful he was that she loved him completely..messy, needy, clingy, helpless, and all

[stepmotherslaw]

Suzy sat on the floor of her nursery, playing with her toys when she felt the need to poop. She was just new to diapers and had only just been entered into the regression scholarship. She thought back to what her teacher had taught her in school about pooping her diaper. She got up from her sitting position and squatted down with her hands on the floor. Closing her eyes, she calmed herself, preparing for her first messy diaper. She had no idea what it would be like but she was looking forward to it. In her crouching position she began to push. All at once she felt the poop fall into her diaper and make it warm and heavy. It felt weird for the poopies to just stay at her bum and gather there but it also felt good. It was warm and squishy and Suzy liked it. She remembered that her teacher had said she should congratulate her self when she messed her diaper for the first time. “I’m a good girl,” she said to herself as she wiggled her dirty bum, feeling the mess squish about in her diaper. Now all she needed was a change. “Mommy!” She shouted. “I’m a stinky poo bum!”

[diapersandotherfun]

Ashley walked around the corner to greet her cousins.  As she did so she noticed her cousin who was her age, and also a freshman in college stop what she was saying to her mom and look at how Ashley was dressed in her footed sleeper with a paci in her mouth.

“Umm, Ashley, why are you dressed like a baby?” Her cousin asked

Before Ashley could say anything her mom jumped in.

“Well we might as well tell you this now since you’ll be here for a week.  Ashley wears diapers and baby clothes.  She also sleeps in a crib and gets changed on a changing table. She no longer wears panties or uses the toilets, and if she has to pee or poop she goes in her diapers.”

“What? Why in the world is she wearing diapers?”

“Because she chose to.”

“She did?”

“Yes, about 9 months ago I was cleaning her room and I happened to find an open pack of diapers in her room.  When we confronted her about them she admitted that she liked wearing diapers and acting like a baby.  So we made a little deal with her and now she is treated like a toddler 24/7.”

“Wow!  Well it’s a bit different, but I think it’s kinda cute too.  Would you like me to change her if she needs it this week while I’m here?”

“That would be a big help.  In fact if I’m not mistaken I think Ashley is going poopy right now.”

Her mom and cousin watched as Ashley scrunched up her face and clenched her fists and started rhythmically sucking her pacifier as she slightly bent her knees and pushed a load of firm poop into the seat of her diaper causing her diaper to expand inside her sleeper and cause the mess to squish against her backside.  It was nothing new to Ashley though, who absolutely loved it.

“Come on you little stinker.  Let’s go get that bottom changed.”  Her cousins said as she patted Ashley’s full diaper and led her upstairs to get changed. 

[xsublimelimex]

CW: Diaper play (including messing) & breastfeeding kink

Disclaimer: all characters depicted in this story are consenting adults over the age of 18. If you are NOT 18 or older, click away now!

“Aw Sweet girl why are you crying?” I question her running my hands up and down her arms in an attempt to calm her. “Shh tell mommy what’s wrong?” She whines and wraps her arms around her belly. “Is it your tummy, is it hurting again?” She looks at me with big sad eyes, “Uhuh mommy i wanna make pushies but it hurts mommy.” She whines and stomps her foot.

I smile softly. “There’s no need to get upset sweetie its okay mommy will help you make poopies. Come sit in my lap.” I twist her around and she sits her diapered butt on my lap her head rests on my chest. “There you go good girl!” I lift her pajama top and pull it off leaving her tiny tits out. I slip my tit closest to her out and she immediately takes my big nipple into her mouth suckling away. I gasp at the force of her suction, “Good girl.”

I settle my hand on her lower belly and rub it warming the spot up before I press down lightly. She moans around my nipple and I watch as her diaper fills with piss. I keep pressing until she starts grunting biting down slightly on my nipple which makes me moan. “Sweetheart be careful with mommy’s nipples, keep pushing I know you can do it.” She looks up at me tears leaking from her eyes. “Owie mommy it hurts.” I keep pushing down on her bloated belly. “I know sweet girl but you have to keep making pushies I promise it’ll feel so good once that poopy comes out.”

She nods and nuzzles my breast grunting as she pushes. I slip my hand down to her diaper and I feel just as her poop plops out into it. “Ahh mama it came out!” She says in excitement. I smile at her and pat her diaper. “I know sweet girl you did such a good job!” I sit her up and she wraps her her legs around my waist and jumps up and down squishing her dirty diaper all over her butt. I laugh and rub her thigh as she bounces in excitement. “Such a silly little girl!” I tickle her belly and she laughs loudly. I wrap my arms around her waist and she tucks her head into my shoulder breathing heavily. She slowly starts rubbing the front of her diaper against my leg. Ahh my little girl wants to make cummies. I kiss her shoulder and she moans as my fingers find her puffy nipples. “Mommy I need to make cummies please!” She whines as he throws her head back and humps my leg faster no doubt spread her messy all over the place. “You got this sweet girl chase it. You can come whenever you need.” I grab her hips and help her grind down until she moans loudly and cums in her poopy diaper.

“There you go such a good girl going in your diapie. Mommy is so proud of you.” I rub her back as she slumps against me. She lifts my boob until her lips close around my nipple suckling softly.

[prettymuchpottytrained]

Color Me Amused

Charlie fixed her skirt, looked into the mirror, and fixed it again. 

To say Charlie was nervous would be an understatement, she was downright terrified. She couldn’t seem to push away the fluttering butterflies in her tummy or the permanent blush that crept its way onto her cheeks this morning. 

Charlie had a date. 

Her mom smiled at her daughter as she knocked on the open bedroom door, leading to the Robin Blue room that had been her daughter's since she was in diapers. 

Not that she ever left those said diapers. 

Charlie wasn’t like most 19 year old girls. She, well, she never really got the hang of the whole “potty training” thing. Her parents tried—really, they did. But, by the time their brilliant girl turned eleven, they couldn’t take the constant cleaning of yellow and brown stains from their daughters' panties, so they just gave up and accepted the fact that their girl needed the extra protection. 

She hadn't gone a day without a diaper since.

Charlie glanced at her skirt and top one last time to ensure she looked presentable and then turned to face her mother and smiled shyly. Her mom was leaning casually against her door frame that was adorned with her beloved circus stickers.

“Are you nervous?” 

Her mother asked, but Charlie shook her head confidently. Her mother just chuckled and pushed herself off the wall and crossed her arms, her facial expression becoming a bit more stern. “Now, let's have a little chat, hm?” Charlie squirmed at her mother's tone, her eyes averted from the pointed look on her face.” We don't need to talk about it Mom.” she grumbled.   

“Look, I know you're excited honey, but you still have to tell Henry when you need your diaper changed. Okay?”

Henry was the boy next door, home from college for the summer. Charlie's mother was paying him to take their daughter on a so-called “Date”—as Charlie had taken to calling it—to the amusement park. 

Charlie had never been very good at taping up her own diapers, so, when her parents or another family member or friend couldn’t do it; her parents typically had to pay someone to watch her and make sure she made it to the change table in time.

Since she never figured out how to tell she needed the potty, she never really figured out how to tell she had gone potty either. But that’s what made Henry so different. Most of the time, her parents paid one of Charlie’s friends or the nice old woman down the street, but never a boy. 

This would be Charlie’s first time alone with a boy - well - at least a boy her age, and conveniently, not also in diapers.

Charlie swatted her mother's hand away as she lifted her perfectly fixed skirt to check the fresh elephant-themed diaper her mother just taped her into. “I know, Mom! Can you please just drop it?” She asks defensively. Her mother backs off and puts her hands in the air as a sign of surrender. Just about that time the door rang.

Charlie all but jumped down the stairs, her mother right on her heels. Charlie bounced from foot to foot in anticipation as she stood behind her dad who opened the door. The door opened, revealing the cute twenty-year-old neighbor with a friendly grin on his face.

“Hello, Mister Dawson!” he said kindly, outstretching his hand for the other man to shake. Mr. Dawson smiled and shook his outstretched hand firmly. 

“Ah, Henry! Nice to see you again, how's College?” The two exchange casual conversation before Charlie's Mother cuts in. 

“Hello Henry, are you here for Charlie?” She inquires, to which the boy nods. 

‘Yes ma’am”

Charlie's mother smiles and turns back, outstretching her hand to signal her daughter to come forward. Charlie sheepishly steps into Henry's line of sight and he smiles. She's just as pretty as he remembers.

Too bad she still poops her pants.

“Hey Kiddo! Ready for the Park today?” Henry says in a sickly sweet tone as if speaking to a shy toddler. 

Charlie, having always been spoken to like that, smiles and nods before stepping out onto the porch with Henry. 

“Okay! Wave bye to your parents, and let's hit the road!” Henry says, offering Charlie his arm, which she blushingly takes.

“Oh! Henry, here's her diaper bag!” Her dad shouts, running out to meet them as they load up the car. Charlie blushes as her diaper bag is handed off from one caregiver to the next before saying their final goodbyes and heading off to their fun-filled “date”. 

❤️ • 🎠 • ❤️

Charlie bounded off the ride giggling uncontrollably as Henry followed close behind her laughing just as hard. Despite the diapers, and the occasional tinkle smell that came from her, Charlie was actually quite fun; making this so much better than the other babysitting gigs he had had in the past. 

As they made their way back to the main walkway, Henry caught Charlie's arm and pulled her off to the side, excluding them from the rest of the people deboarding the ride. Charlie blushed as she was pulled in close to Henry, his breath hot on her cheek. He looked sweetly into her eyes, brushing her hair out of her face gently. Was he going to kiss her? Charlie’s eyes fluttered close, her lips pursing slightly to prepare for the landing of Henry’s own butter soft looking lips. 

“How's that diaper holding up Kiddo? You've had a lot of soda.”

Moment ruined. 

Charlie's cheeks turn a comical circus red as Henry lifts the front of her skirt and squeezes the front of her soggy diaper, inspecting it intently. “Hm, looks like we've got time for one more ride before I change you,” he says, speaking more to himself than the girl he just checked. 

To which Charlie let out a meek little “Oh.” He glances up, smile fading a bit as he notices Charlie's dejected look. She didn't seriously think he was going to kiss her, right? She’s basically a toddler for crying out loud! That can’t be appropriate.

“And perhaps a Cotton Candy,” Henry smiles cheekily, “What do you say?”

Charlie smiles and nods quickly. And Henry finds himself feeling a bit relieved he hadn’t crushed the poor girl’s spirits; it’s not that she wasn’t pretty,and she was super cool, but he’d seen her poop her pants once before while playing in the sprinklers out front with the other children last summer. And you don’t really want to date the girl who was the only kid that needed laying down and changing.

Henry takes her hand and leads Charlie to the Cotton Candy stand as she toddles closely behind him, trying her best not to stumble due to the sagging diaper between her legs. They make their way up to the register and Henry promptly orders and pays for a Cotton Candy with the money Charlie's parents had given him to “Treat” their little pamper princess.  

Charlie hastily gobbles up the sugary sweet treat, her fingers and cheeks now sticky from the yummy endeavor. The tiniest bit of drool glistening at the corner of her pink lips. 

Henry cringes slightly, he had always hated mess. Charlie is far too engrossed in the task of licking her dirty fingers clean to notice Henry rummaging around her diaper bag, pulling out a diaper in order to get to her baby wipes. He takes a wipe from the pack and turns towards his diapered charge. 

“Here we go baby,” Henry says focusing on tidying up Charlie who matches her pink sweet. 

He called her baby!

Maybe they did have a small spark, she thinks as he finishes cleaning her up and throwing away their trash. 

Henry makes his way back over to Charlie who was sitting prettily on the bench, her diaper peeking out between her legs, there was a slight yellow shade to it, but Henry had promised her one last ride before a stop to the change station, and Henry was never one to break a promise.  

“Okay Kiddo, one more ride before we take an adventure to the change table and perhaps the back of Henry's car for a nap!” Henry claps his hands, rubbing them together as he proceeds to help the girl up. 

“Can we go on the Carousel!” Charlie chants happily, to which Henry nods. The carousel shouldn't be too exciting, so her diaper should be fine.

Or so he thought. 

As they stood in the line for the childish ride, Charlie felt a horrible feeling in her tummy, whimpering slightly, but the feeling quickly passed and she returned to her giddy self. 

As they neared their turn, her tummy kept feeling waves of aches and pains, causing her to shift a bit uncomfortably. Henry glanced at her quisically, but before he could open his mouth and ask her what was up; she was already answering his question.  

Charlie grunted, her stance subtly turning into a half squat as a small toot erupted from her backside, causing the people behind her to turn their attention to the overgrown toddler Henry was standing beside, finally making him blush with embarrassment for the first time on this trip. Unlike Charlie—whose face was now red from strain. 

Charlie was pooping her diaper in front of at least thirty people. 

Her little butt shaked slightly as she continued to push. Despite the concentrated look on her face, her eyes glossed over as she seemed totally unphased and unaware of her actions. 

Her diaper now drooped comically low below her skirt. Henry had to cover his mouth to stop from laughing like the people around them. The smell wafted over Henry—it took everything in him to not gag;

She smelt just as stinky as the other kids he babysat. 

The people behind her now waved their hands in front of their faces, disturbed by the infantile smell coming from the nineteen year old.

As Charlie finished up, Henry watched the realization slowly clink and clunk its way through her brain. 

Did she really not realize what she was doing?

Then it hits him again like a circus car. Of course she’s not aware—she’s not potty trained! She’s just like any other baby, peeing and pooping the moment she feels and not thinking twice about it. 

Charlie slowly stood back up to a normal stance, her hand slowly making its way to the back of her diaper, not evening having to lift her skirt in order to feel the crinkly bulge she had just left in its seat. ‘No, surely she hadn’t just pooped!’ She thinks mortified at the prospect.

“Next!” 

The ride conductor shouted ushering the line forward. Henry is promptly swept away with the rest of the line before he can swipe up Charlie and take her to the change station. 

“W-wait!” 

Charlie starts to protest, but she's cut off by the ride conductor and a swell of people pushing her toward the carousel. She stumbled clumsily, the sag of her diaper making it impossible to walk even remotely like an adult she felt she was at the beginning of this “date”. 

Charlie wanted to cry, her cooling messy becoming uncomfy as her eyes filled with tears as she noticed Henry's slight look of disgust. 

But worst of all, he looked…amused.

“Alright, stinker butt, up you go!”

He laughs as he makes his way over to her, scooping her up and gagging slightly as he lifts Charlie up and sits her on the back of a porcelain horse—the only porcelain her butt has probably ever sat on, Henry muses. 

Charlie bursts into tears as the mess in her diaper mushes against her butt, surely Henry wasn’t serious! Surely he’d change her diaper right away so they could go back to their fun grown up date.

But just like a baby, Henry fully intended to change her when it was most convenient.

“Oh, don't fuss little one! Henry promised you one last ride after all,” he chuckles condescendingly before popping Charlie's pacifier in her mouth which he had promptly dug through her diaper bag to get. This of course gets a giggle from the audience around them.

Charlie's eyes widen in shock as she subconsciously suckles her paci, cries turning to muted sniffles. Henry snorts, booping her nose.

She still was the cutest little poopy pamper princess he remembered.

“Your dad was right, binkies make the perfect little mute button!” Henry says amused as he climbs atop the elephant next to Charlie. 

Charlie could die, as the ride jolts forward, the up and down motion of the carousel squishing her shame even deeper into her skin which further causes the mess to ooze from the leakguard of her diaper. Charlie wails again in humiliation and great, childish discomfort. 

Henry doesn’t hold his laugh back this time as he realizes what’s just happened. 

Charlie had a blowout like a newborn baby. 

“Hold on tight Kiddo! It's going to be a messy ride!”

🎪 • The End • 🎪

[xsublimelimex]

Playing Mermaids

CW: Diaper play (including messing) & breastfeeding kink

Disclaimer: all characters depicted in this story are consenting adults over the age of 18. If you are NOT 18 or older, click away now!

“Mommy mommy mommy!!!” shouts my sweet little girlfriend as she runs into the kitchen slamming into me. “Woah woah woah baby” I clutch her biceps so she doesn’t fall over. Unfazed her bouncing doesn’t stop her tiny tits bouncing in her thin crop top, her nipples poking out from the chill of the AC in the house.

“Mommy I was just watching mermaids on the tv and they looked like they were having so much fun swimming around and mommy please I really really wanna go swimming in the pool now please mommy please!!!” she quite literally begs with her hands clutched in front of her giving me puppy dog eyes. I raise and eyebrow, “Now sweetheart before I answer your request, I need you to think back and tell mommy what you did wrong.”

She pauses her bouncing and scrunches her eyebrows together thinking. “Uhhh I dunno mommy, because I was running…?” She questions her high pitched excited voice lowering as she realizes her mistake. She looks down and twists her fingers together nervously before looking back up at me with her lip pouted and her lashes fluttering.

“Yes exactly, does mommy allow you to run in the house like you just did?” I question in my best stern mommy voice, one I usually don’t need to use. She lowers her eyes again and shakes her head.

I lift her chin up and she looks at me with her beautiful bright eyes. “The answer is no I do not because it’s dangerous and you could have hurt yourself or even knocked mommy over. Now what do you have to say for yourself?” I ask her moving my hands to my hips. She slips her thumb in her mouth to self soothe and mumbles around it. “I sowwy mama I pwomise nu running in da house for me eva again!” Her little lisp with her thumb in her mouth is just so fucking cute it’s hard to not just grab her and cuddle.

I soothe my finger down her rosy cheek and lean down and press a light kiss on her forehead. “Good girl. That’s what I like to hear, now hurry you little butt to the bedroom so I can change you into your swim diapie.” A big smile overcomes her face and she bounces. “Yay yay yay you’re the best mommy ever thank you thank you!” She exclaims, I slap her diapered butt and usher her out the kitchen. She speed walks ahead of me up the stairs and to our bedroom.

I step into the room and find her already spread out on the floor with the changing mat underneath her. Her legs are spread Eagle and she’s sucking on her thumb quietly. “Aw Baby you look so scrumptious.” I coo as I bend down and give her sweet chubby face kisses. She giggles and her free hand clutches my arm.

“Give me one second sweetie.” I stand and pull out what I’ll need to change her and sit back down between her spread legs. Wordlessly I pull off her crop top and her small tits spring to view, I also pull down her shorts. Now she lays just in her full diaper. “Alright baby let’s get you into your swim diaper and your swim top. But first let’s clean your little booty, is there a poopy in there sweetie pie?” I question as I rub the top of her diaper eliciting a moan from her. “I dunno mommy I no thinks so.” She mumbles around her thumb. I slide my hand down and squish her diaper. “Hmmm I guess mommy will just have to be surprised.” I say teasing her even though I smelt her stinky butt before I even entered the room.

I prep the wipes before I start pulling back the tabs of her diaper as she watches me intently. I pull her diaper down and surprisingly all I find is a piss soaked diaper. Her soft little chubby cock nestled so cutely against her balls glistening from her piss. “Oh sweetheart, are you having trouble making pushies?” I question as I rub her soft thigh. I guess that smell was her farts, poor baby girl.

She blushes and nods. “That’s okay baby no need to be shy mommy will help don’t you worry.” I coo and tickle her tummy. She giggles and wiggles around, “mommy swimming!!!”

“Okay okay I hear ya!” I joke and wipe her pretty cock clean with a baby wipe and her bum. “One second sweetie mommy just has to do one little think before I put in your swim diaper.” I get up and grab the glycerin suppository and a bit of lube and bend back down between her spread thighs. I spread the lube onto the supportutory and with my other hand I spread her cheeks to get a good look at her pink hole and she squeezes it shut just as I go to push it in. “No mommy I no wan it.” She wiggles and whines. I lock eyes with her and give her my best mommy stare. “Honey you need this you haven’t went poopy in two days now sit still and relax your little hole for mommy.” I tell her in a sharp no nonsense tone. She quiets and stopes wiggling. She spreads her legs again and suckles her thumb. I spread her cheeks again and look at her now relaxed hole. “Such a good girl I love how you listen to mommy. There we go there we go.” I say as I push the suppository into her small hole. She grunts as it slips in “ah” and I rub her thighs. “See it wasn’t scary at all now was it?” I question and she shakes her head.

“Now let’s get you into your swim diapie.” I grab the swim diaper and put her feet through the holes and slide it up her legs.“Lift your butt for mommy.” She lifts her butt and I get it over her cock and butt. She shifts around and reaches and pushes down on the front of the diaper. “Is the princesses cock not in the right position?” I question and without her answering I slip my hand in and move her cock into a more comfortable position but before I can slip my hand out she begins to piss into my palm. “Oh baby you’re going potty in mommy’s hand!” I explain and press down on her little piss hole. “I sowwy mommy I couldn’t hold it.” She says in embarrassment covering her pink cheeks with her hands. “It’s okay honey I know you can’t control your bladder, you’re mommy’s little girl after all!” I attempt to calm her, I don’t love my hand from her diaper because I don’t want her to think her little accident upset me. Slowly I rub the tip of her cock as she pisses and she moans “mommy”.

“There we go sweetie, such a good girl pissing your diaper. Next mommy is gonna need you to make pushies okay?” I tell her.

“Okay mama I try make pushies!” She tells me in a serious tone or what she thinks is a serious tone. I can’t help but smile, “good girl.” I pull my hand out and it’s soaked in her urine. “Mommy will be right back sweetie I just need to wash my hands.” I tell her as I head to the bathroom attached to our bedroom. I come back and she’s still in position rubbing the front of her diaper with her eyes closed.

“Uh oh is mommy’s good girl being bad?” I question with my hands on my hips. She quickly pulls her hand away, “sorry mommy my princesses parts were tingling.” She covers her face in shame.

“Don’t be embarrassed sweetie but I better not see you touch that little cock without mommy’s permission again. You hear me?” I bend down and help her slip on her swim tank top. “Yes mommy.”

~~~

I’m laying on the day bed with my back propped up sipping a lemonade with my book watching as my sweet girl splashes around and swims like how she thinks a mermaid swims like. She’s quite possibly the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. Soon I’m gonna have to reapply her sunscreen, I don’t want her soft skin getting burnt.

She swims to the stairs and clutches her tummy. “Mommy I no feel good. My tummy really hurts.” Seems the suppository finally started to do its job. “Come to mommy baby I’ll help.” I call her over and she walks to me with her back bent and her arms clutching her stomach. I grab her arm and cradle her in my arms. Her wet body soaking my bikini. I brush her hair from her face as she moans in pain. “Shh it’s okay baby mommy is here now, I want you to take a deep breathe for me.” She breathes deeply, “Good girl, now i want you to make pushies.” She nods against my chest and scrunches her forehead.

I slip my hand down to her tummy and push just as she pushes. She moans in relief as she fills her diaper with her poop. “There we go such a Good Girl messing your diaper in mommy’s lap.” She grunts out as she keeps pushing and filling her diaper. “Ah mommy it’s so warm I can’t stop making poopy it keeps coming out.” I stroke her face and kiss her lips.

“It’s okay baby let it all out mommy will clean your stinky little butt up once you’re all finished.” I coo and she nods against my heavy breast and pulls my bikini top down my big double DD tit falling out. My nipple is already hard and leaking milk. “You want mommy milk baby?” I question quietly. She nods and whines opening her mouth and drool leaks out. “Shh it’s okay here you go sweet girl.” I slip my nipple into her mouth and she matches in right away sucking hard. I hold the back of her head just as my eyes shut in ecstasy.

Oh fuck that feels so good. I slip my hand between her legs and her little cock is pushing the soaking wet diaper out and I brush over it briefly eliciting a moan before I slide my hand against wet bottom. I press down and squish her diaper smearing her mess against her and she pushes her butt back against my hand liking the feel. I pat her bum and and move my hand back up and rub her chubby cock through the diaper. She moans in pushes against my hand searching for more. “You can come whenever you want baby.” She moans and nods suckling harder.

I need to see her little tits. I push her top up with my other hand that’s around her and her tiny tits spring to view. “So perfect baby I love those tits, only for mommy’s eyes to see.” She pulls my other tit out and plays with my nipple rolling it in between her fingers. I moan and rub her cock faster. She clamps her thighs closed and rides my hand. My nipple slips from her mouth and she moans as milk dribbles out across her chin. “Oh yes mommy yes I’m making cummies in my messy diaper.” Fuck she’s so sexy.

“Good Girl cum for mommy.” I praise her and slip my nipple back into her gaping mouth. “Now keep suckling on mommy’s tits.” She moans and licks my nipple before her rhythmic suckling resumes.