Being a good lil Bunni and knowing to trust my diapers and push all those grownup feelings into them whenever I need to, even though the other littles will call me stinky
Thats right loser make some fudgies in your huggies for Santa. Lets drop you off at my daycare where you fit in with all the other dumb babies! You smell and act like the part now! Santa doesnt tolerate naughty boys or girls so have fun stinking it up with your new friends!
You collapse onto the sofa, ready to binge a season of your new favorite dramedy. Maybe you took a hot shower and poured yourself some wine.🍷😌 It's been a long day, after all, and you deserve to relax with some #SelfCare.
⏳️ Ten seconds later... ⏳️
You're on the floor with a pacifier in your mouth, being handed a stuffie and a bottle of apple juice. A little gasp escapes your suckling lips as your jeans come off and a bunny-soft diaper slides under your butt. Change of plans. It's Tummy Time. Right now. Your head is spinning.
😵💫 What just happened? 😵💫
Small things don't have a lot of control over what happens to them. They get picked up, set down, passed off, tossed around...and very rarely asked or notified when they're about to experience a random interruption. After all, they're SMALL. What are they going to do about it?
Caregivers: even if it isn't practical to physically haul your kiddo away from whatever they were doing, you can simulate the experience by randomly changing their plans at a moment's notice!
Is your Little in the middle of playing a video game? "You're going to pause that and suck your thumb for ten minutes, cutie pie."
Are they scrolling on their phone in the living room? "It's time to read some kids' books for a half-hour, sweetie."
Did they just start watching a movie? "You need to change your diaper, honey. Hop to it."
It's not about planning all their activites or taking away their free time. You're just sprinkling their life with little reminders that they're so small, so itty bitty, so teensy weensy, you can just pick them up and set them down in front of a new activity.
Whenever you feel like it.
🤏😊
(Reposted from my deleted prettyprettypaci2 blog. This is my content).
Intense, uncompromising pleasure overwhelmed your resistance, coaxing you into the sweet bliss of surrender.
All you had to do was close your eyes and succumb to its power.
It would be so easy…
A loud moan snaps you back to reality, from the brink of annihilation.
The sobering truth of your situation dulls the unyielding ecstasy beckoning you to capitulate. You cannot give in.
But the egg your husband slid into your diaper continues to vibrate, steadfast in its indulgent call to rapture.
Mittened hands render your fingers useless and ineffective, unable to manipulate the straps of your harness. Unable to rip the tabs of your diaper to get inside.
Unable to stop the egg from dragging you into the abyss.
Your attempts to escape accomplish nothing but bouncing you merrily in your bouncer, your toes briefly touching the ground. Your overworked, messy diaper squelches whenever you’re thrust upward.
Bouncing. Bouncing. Bouncing.
The bouncer offers a perfect vantage point of your husband’s naked body. You can see every bead of sweat, every perfectly chiseled muscle firing as he passionately thrusts into your best friend.
Her face contorts in carnal pleasure in response to his thrusts. Deep, red gashes cover his arms and back where her fingers clung to him, pulling him deeper into her.
The divine apotheosis of the masculine and feminine—a startling antithesis to the woman bouncing in a diaper.
Watching.
Unable to escape, you close your eyes and cover your ears with your mittened hands, lest you lose yourself to the animalistic dance.
It takes every ounce of strength to keep your eyes closed. The buzzing egg and your own lust whispers in your ear, encouraging your surrender.
Eroding your willpower.
In another world, this moment would be the culmination of your fantasies. With you dangling from a bouncer in this comically full diaper while your husband took your best friend right in front of you.
But the price of surrender is more than you can bear.
Twenty minutes ago, as your husband strapped you into your bouncer, at the peak of your lusty anticipation, your best friend walked over with a smirk that sent jolts of electric pleasure through you.
“I want you to enjoy this, honey. We’ve worked so hard on this. Tonight’s the night. Aren’t you excited?”
You nodded enthusiastically, thinking it was all part of the act. Of the tease.
She laughed derisively, patting your diaper. “That’s right, baby. This is what you’ve always wanted. All you need to do is make diapie cummies like a good girl and you’ll be ours forever.”
“Wh-what do you mean?”
“The hypnosis, silly! We’ve played it for you every night for three months while you slept! And now it’s finally time to put it to work!”
Hypnosis always got you hot and bothered. But it was all fantasy. It wasn’t actually real.
So you played along. “Oh, yeah! Turn me into your plaything, ma’am!”
“Told you she’d be into it, babe! Tell me, princess…have you had any dreams about a diaper girl that looks just so similar to you begging you to come play with her?”
Your heart skipped a beat…how did she know?
“I thought so! You want to join her, don’t you? She’s so free, not a care in the world. Telling you all about how wonderful it is to surrender to your desires. To let go.”
“H-how…”
“She’s ready, babe. Told you it worked!”
“What worked?!?”
She booped your nose. “Don’t you worry, darling. Just make some biiig cummies in your bouncer while we play, okay?”
“Wh-what will hap-happen if I do?”
“Nothing you don’t want already—deep down in that head of yours! Just cum for us and you can kiss your potty training bye bye for good! You’ll have your diapers for everything!”
She paused for dramatic effect.
“And I mean everything! You’ll never be able to make cummies without your thick, soggy padding ever again, no matter how hard you try! And the best part? You’ll be our dutiful, obedient little diaper slave without a care in the world! And it will all be real, baby!”
Before you could say anything, your husband pushed a button and the egg roared to life, forcing you to moan in pleasure.
“Remember, baby. All you need to do is surrender.”
With every passing second, intense waves of pressure swells in your princess parts, peaking and receding, matching the intensity of the guttural moans coming from your husband and best friend.
Begging you to surrender.
No…you can’t…you won’t be their diapered plaything.
Her sudden screams of ecstasy, building inevitably to climax, mixes with your husband’s deep, powerful grunts.
You open your eyes, needing to watch it happen. Needing to see the moment your husband fills her with his seed.
Panic and terror overwhelm you as the pleasure becomes unbearable—uncontrollable—and you desperately try to stop the inevitable.
Through your haze you hear that familiar, ethereal voice. “Cummies! Cummies! Good girls make cummies!”
No no no no no no…you can’t make cummies!
“Hehehe! Let go and we can playyyyy!”
Someone screams in utter ecstasy.
Screaming with the same orgasmic bliss ripping through your body.
Screaming with your voice.
Every atom in your body radiates with heavenly bliss. It’s Intoxicating.
Liberating.
As the waves of orgasmic pleasure fade away, you greedily thrust your princess parts into the egg, bouncing wildly to up the pressure.
You’re so lost chasing the next orgasm, you don’t notice the two naked people walking towards you.
“Told you it would work! Look at her go!”
“Holy shit…is she drooling?”
It’s only when Mommy wipes the drool from your chin that you notice you’re not alone.
“Mommy!!!” you squeal happily, bouncing wildly, “I made cummiesssss!”
“You sure did, baby!”
Your thumb works its way to your mouth and your eyes light up when you see him.
“Daddyyyyyy! M-more cummies, please?” you beg thrusting ridiculously at the egg.
Not a single thought runs through your mind—all you want is to show Mommy and Daddy how good you are at cummies.
“Want to take our new toy for a test drive, babe?”
It was a weird tape. It looked like a "My Little Pony" Tape. you had loved "My Little Pony" as a kid, but you were sure you had grown out of that silly baby show by now. but you had never seen this episode, "Welcome to Daycare." you began to ask questions as your curiosity grew but why was this on a VHS tape? Didn't this show end just a few years ago? Just how old was this tape ? your curiosity got the best of you, and you just so happened to have your old tv with the built in VCR. as the plastic cassette slotted into the machine, you heard it whir to life, buzzing and droning as it sped up and everything else slowed way, way d o w w w n nn. the white noise on the screen gave way to a softer, more pleasant droning sound. Pretty soon, you'd meet all of your cartoon pony friends again...what wonderful things might they have in store for you?
Taping the diaper around your cucks face and drawing a big smiley mouth on the tape so everyone knows how much she loves her pissy diapers all over her face (alternatively, letting your lover do this to the cuck..)
Gagging your cuck with your lovers wet panties before wrapping her diaper around her head
Taping a picture of your lover’s face over your cuck’s dumb diaper face
Securing the diaper to her head by tying it in a stupid little bow under her chin
Referring to your cuck as you and your lovers little peepee head.
Writing mean and embarrassing things all over her diaper hood for you and your lover to laugh at (bonus points because cuckie won’t know what you wrote until it’s taken off, if you even let her see then, letting her know also you and your lover snapped some great pix beforehand.) Hoods are so dehumanizing as is, but now that you’ve turned her into a faceless pisshead, replace her identity with whatever you and your lover like for that day and write it all over her diaper hood.
Calling for her to come to you while she’s blindfolded by her own piss. Mocking and laughing at her when she runs into something or goes the wrong way or falls over. Asking her what’s so hard about it and encouraging her that it might be easier if she just crawls.
Making her beg and plead to be hooded during you and your lovers intimate time, in effect training her to be turned on by the smell of her used padding and to desire being your depraved, nasty little bitch. Make her admit how much she loves it and prefers to be this way, how much lower she sinks when like this.
If/when a used diaper/pull up can’t be used, pull your lovers panties over her head, maybe even multiple pairs, maybe secure them all in place with a pair of panty hose tied in an adorable bow under her chin. Letting her know how stupid and clueless she looks wearing your girlfriend’s underwear on her head like that.
Refer to it as her princess crown, and invite your lover over unannounced while your little cuckie princess prances around with her used pull ups on her head. Sneak into her playroom taking videos as shes lost in play with her idiotic crown on. Grab her attention as you and your lover stand there filming, and tell her to wave to the camera for mommy and dada!
If cuckie leaks in the night, rub her face in those piss soaked sheets in front of your lover before you tape her sodden diapers around her head. Tell your lover it’s your cuck’s bedwetting hood of shame.
Above all, make her behave as though she genuinely enjoys it and likes it and wants it. She better be laughing and smiling and begging hard for it. Enforce gratitude when she’s hooded, you and your lover want to hear how thankful she is to you both for making her into your stinky, gross, undesirable, little peepee head.
I cant believe I'm standing in my living room wearing sissy clothes and a DIAPER! I feel a sudden urgency behind me and dare myself to actually mess myself right there while standing up! So I focus and give a little push and suddenly feel the most babish feeling of a small buldge starting to push against the back of my diaper! I cant believe I'm doing this! I actually get a little nervouse and try to hold it back! Just a little bit is fun, but i don't want to actually fill my diaper. MY DIAPER... The weight of my soft, plastic tits resting in my bra distract me a little. I reach up and grab them imagining that I have actual tits hanging off my body. The thought makes me giggle a little. I let out a little "guhhhh.." as bit of drool dribbles down my chin. I'm just a giggly baby with big bouncy titties! I relax and suddenly feel the biggest, mushiest oopsie start to fill my diapee! Feels sooooo good!!! I let out a little baby grunt, and push even more to fill my diaper up as much as possible! After all, im just a silly, diaper wearing baby that loves filling up her diaper!!!! 💗💗💗
“Your diaper is all ready for you little one. I left you a little present inside to keep you from making a little ‘present’ of your own while you’re watching Daddy and I have play time tonight!”
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