Unbetitelt

[margaretjones]

Jsyk diapers minimize the instances of skin irritations and infections. Wear diapers, stay comfy and stay happy 🤗

[babyginagirl1]

Of course I am ONLY a babygirl!!

[crinkletales]

💖 20 Things This ABDL Babysitter Loves About Diaper Boys💖

1. The timid look on their faces when I tell them to lay down on the changing table and their facial expressions when I spread their legs, pull down their dirty diaper front, and giggle at their somehow always tiny wee-wee, while gagging on their pamper stink and making disgusted faces.

2. The sound of crotch snaps snapping on a cute baby blue onesie, snugly holding up a helpless diaper boy’s saggy pamper.

3. The way diaper boys move their hips and try to hide their little moans and grunts when I pull their new pamper front tight and start fastening the tabs. And the whimper they make when I make sure their pee-pees are pointing snugly downward in their fresh diaper.

4. How they blush and look down or away when I ask them how their diaper is doing when we are out in public.

5. The way a diaper boy's eyes look when he looks up at me from the changing pad while I'm putting a paci in his mouth and patting his pamper.

6. When they stand perfectly still and try to act casual while I check their diapers and adjust the diaper in back, making sure to sniff.

7. Their reaction to the loud crinkle of their wet diaper or a butt pat when we are out in public.

8. That blank “pee-pee” face boys make while doing a pee in their diaper and their happy relieved expressions afterwards.

9. How they can be so embarrassed but also so ready to put their old stinky pamper in the diaper pail like a good boy and the look on their face when I make them sniff it and then wave and say “bye-bye” to their poopy diaper before dropping it in the pail.

10. The sweet smell of lavender body lotion, baby powder, guy scent, and wet pamper.

11. How they give up all of their dignity and are totally humiliated and contrite but silently thankful for their babysitter and their clean soft pamper and safe crib at night.

12. That scared look in their eyes and their hands trying to cover up their pamps when I have a friend over and I’m babysitting a diaper boy loser.

13. The rush I get when a little one is almost asleep but wakes up because he realizes that his cold pamper is soaked and wants a diaper change right now. And the bigger rush I get from letting him wait in his soggy cold and eventually poopy pamper, crying like a real toddler, while I watch on the baby monitor and calmly sip tea.

14. I love how diaper boys on social media ask me to watch them while they poop in their pamper. Even though it’s in private in a locked room and just for me and the camera, I can sense their humiliation. It’s hot when they stop suddenly after making grunting sounds. How they shift awkwardly and make the most adorable scrunchy faces, knowing full well a woman on is watching them on a full length video camera zoomed in on their bulging pamper and blushy blank poo-poo face. And then when they look so proud after and waddle over to show me the sag and want to be praised, I love telling them that I’m glad I can’t smell their stanky loser butts and to get a life! Diaper boys are so needy!

15. I especially love when a cute diaper boy has had a laxative and then he is playing or watching television distractedly when, suddenly, he starts to fill his pamper without warning. I adore the loud sounds and his his face first expresses discomfort and then panic, as he starts to realize what is about to happen. So adorbs. But my fave thing is when they can feel themselves starting to poop their diaper, there is this cute blank face with fear building up, and an awareness that they are going to look so dumb helpless and are no match for the physical act and mess going on in their pamper.

16. I love it that these spoiled toddlers always want out of their wet and poopy diapers so they can go play or watch tv, only to complain and fuss when its diaper change time. I love teaching them that babies don’t decide when they get a new pamper.

17. I love the small grunts and eye bulging expressions when I strap them down on the changing table and rub their pamper like a metronome, edging them with an unstoppable rhythm until I hear that special whine. Then I walk away, with a bored look, and ignore them as I scroll on my phone, text, and talk to my besties. Repeat when bored :) No release. No mercy, as they get progressively more desperate.

18. The cute confused look and then gasping burst of energy when I give them a time limit to make diaper humpies. For example, twenty seconds on, ten seconds off, just to drive them crazy with frustration, till they almost make a sticky diaper. Then I make them beg and only then do I allow one more twenty second session. Their eyes stare like the world is about to collapse in on them, their heads droop, they don't seem able to vocalize clearly, they whimper and quiver their lower body, trying to finish in their pamp, they stammer and force out words that don't mean anything just like the babies they are. And if they manage to get a release in time I make them yell “baby make goo-goo!” It’s hilarious!

19. To see a sweaty panting diaper boy’s face redden with humiliation as he senses he might not be able to make stickies in time with his lil wee-wee contained inside double dry stiff diapers, no matter how fast and hard he humps, but he just keeps trying until the timer goes off, and then he whines like then immature crybaby that all diaper boys are.

20. Seeing them trying to squat without being noticed (failing, of course). I imagine their humiliation and desperation as they realize they will soon be stuck in a poopy diaper. I find it fascinating, and I just get a nice rush seeing it. This is one of my faves for sure, and I have spoken with other ladies who also mentioned how nice it is to see a diaper boy squatting like the helpless immature toddler he is and trying to stifle his grunts and farts while making an invariably silly, cranky, and guilty poo-poo face. Cute diaper guys squatting, making dumb scrunchy poo-poo faces, their hands on their hips, their pamper starting to droop, is the stuff dreams are made of for this diaper boy fangirl :) I always wonder what goes through their mind in that moment.

[canttitlethisbaby]

Hi my sweet little hubby. I’m back! I’m sorry I was away for so long, but I bet you were a sweet little angel for you babysitter. Where was I? Well let me give you a hint. Nuh uh, not feeding time sweety, look at the sticker. Do you remember what these are?

Voting! Today was election day. It was so exciting, I voted for the Women’s Party all the way down the ticket. The news says it’s shaping up to be an even bigger blowout than predicted. Hahah baby no, not the stinky kind of blowout.

Oh I’m so excited. Between this election and the last midterms the Women’s Party wont have any problem enacting it’s whole platform! Soon the term man wont appear in any government document. It’ll just be boys and boys can’t have a say in anything important can they? No boys can’t even manage to use the toilet anymore. That’s why you have to wear those super thick extra cute diapies!

Ah part of me wishes I had taken you to vote, as silly as that sounds. I mean this will probably be the last election a boy could even vote in. Probably for the best I left you hear though. I saw one naughty little guy who kept on trying to fill out a ballot of his own! Thankfully his mommy caught him and gave him a big old spanking. Sure it’s technically illegal but none of the other women there seemed too upset about it.

Oh sweety this so wonderful. I haven’t been this excited about an election in I don’t know how long. I just know that this country is going to lead the world into the future with the Women’s party running things.

With all you silly boys out of the way we’ll finally be able to get things running smoothly. No more poverty, working infrastructure for once. We can get rid of all those big useless toys you silly boys insisted on building. It’ll be so much fun with for you too baby just you wait. Now you wont be able to work even if you wanted to! Nope the only job you can have now is booby drinker and diaper filler!

Ah we’ll finally be able to seize all male owned property. If it doesn’t go to a wifey or mommy it’ll go to the state. With all that extra money we can do so many things, like set up daycares, we can build more playgrounds for you big baby boys to toddle around in too!

Oh and there were local resolutions too! So many good ones women put on this year. I’m sure when the votes come in we’ll have all the men’s rooms in the city be converted into changing areas, change the law so that boys can be naked in public if they’re with a caretaker. This means that even if there isn’t a private spot to change a boy you can just wipe their cute tushy anywhere now! Oh and we’re going to have our public access channel just play those lovely nursery hypnos you love!

Honey are you ok? You look so sad. What was that? Two? Oooh why do I have two stickers. Well aren’t you clever remembering that one voter business. Well baby after last mid term they passed another law, I don’t expect you to remember. Female caregivers of adult boys are able to vote in their place. That’s right baby I voted for you! I knew all these big adult issues would only upset you. See I’ve upset you just talking about it! Well get it all out baby, cryings about all you can do about anything now.

[regressionschool]

In the heart of the transformed city, where the Women’s Party had achieved an overwhelming victory, a new nursery for boys stood as a testament to the changing times. Thomas, Stefan, and Olaf found themselves in this peculiar setting, each with a distinct perspective on the recent political developments.

Thomas, his speech pattern already regressed to toddlerhood, waddled over to where Stefan and Olaf were sitting. “Hewwo, Stef, Owaf! Look at my teddy!” he exclaimed, holding up a stuffed bear with a gleeful smile.

Stefan, wearing the Women’s Party emblem proudly on his onesie, chuckled at Thomas’s innocence. “Oh wow, Thomas, that’s a super cute teddy! Did Mommy get it for you?”

Thomas nodded enthusiastically. “Yep, Mommy gave it to me after my baf!”

Meanwhile, Olaf sat on the edge of a small table, his expression marked by discontent. “This is ridiculous. I can’t believe we’re sitting in a nursery, talking like toddlers. I’m a man, not a kid.”

Stefan, unfazed by Olaf’s resistance, responded, “Come on, Olaf, it’s not that bad. Embracing the Women’s Party’s ideals has made my life so much simpler. No more stress about work or decisions. Just enjoying the care and attention of our wonderful mommies.”

Olaf scowled, crossing his arms. “I liked my life the way it was. I had a job, responsibilities, and I could make my own choices. Now I’m stuck here, treated like a child.”

Stefan leaned in, a mischievous glint in his eye. “But Olaf, being a child has its perks. Diaper changes, playtime, and all the snacks you can ask for. It’s not so bad.”

Thomas, having overheard their conversation, toddled over with a smile. “Yeah, Owaf, it’s fun! Diapies are squishy!”

Olaf sighed, realizing the futility of arguing with someone as regressed as Thomas. “I miss being in charge of my own life. This Women’s Party stuff has gone too far.”

Stefan shrugged, his enthusiasm unwavering. “Well, Olaf, you better get used to it. This is the new normal, and honestly, I’m loving every moment of it.” As the conversation between Thomas, Stefan, and Olaf continued, Olaf’s frustration escalated. He couldn’t come to terms with the drastic changes in his life, and the nursery setting only intensified his discontent.

“I can’t believe you’re both so accepting of this!” Olaf exclaimed, his voice rising. “I won’t let them treat me like a child. I refuse to be a part of this!”

Stefan sighed, shaking his head. “Olaf, you need to calm down. Embracing our new roles is the only way to find happiness in this new world.”

Olaf’s agitation only grew, and his raised voice attracted the attention of one of the caregivers. A young and attractive woman approached the trio, her demeanor calm yet assertive.

“Oh, sweetie, what’s got you so upset?” she cooed, reaching out to gently stroke Olaf’s hair.

“I’m not a child! I won’t accept this!” Olaf protested.

The caregiver maintained her soothing tone. “Shh, it’s okay. We have something that might help you feel better.” With a practiced motion, she produced a peculiar pacifier – the tantrum paci.

Stefan, familiar with its purpose, chuckled. “Looks like someone needs a little pacifier time.”

The caregiver nodded, addressing Olaf directly. “Sweetie, this pacifier is specially designed to help with tantrums. Once it’s in, you’ll feel much calmer.”

Despite Olaf’s resistance, the caregiver expertly placed the tantrum paci in his mouth. The pacifier, once secured, began to inflate, making it impossible for Olaf to talk or remove it.

“Now, there we go. A nice, calming pacifier for a big boy like you,” the caregiver said, patting Olaf on the head.

Stefan couldn’t help but smirk, finding the situation amusing. Thomas, still blissfully playing with his teddy, observed the scene with wide-eyed curiosity.

As Olaf attempted to voice his frustration through muffled sounds, the caregiver smiled. “There, there. We’ll take good care of you, just like the big baby you are.”

With Olaf pacified by the special tantrum pacifier, the caregiver left the trio in the nursery, the crinkling of diapers and occasional sounds of toddler-like laughter filling the air. The Women’s Party’s influence had reshaped not just society but also the means of handling dissent, ensuring compliance in the most unexpected ways.

[diaperdiscipline-deactivated202]

Helping your partner go 24/7

We’ve talked quite extensively about the benefits in having your partner wear diapers 24/7 (or as close as possible) for their mental health and your relationship.

But getting to 24/7 or having diapers as their default underwear isn’t super easy especially in the first few weeks. Many people reading this will have tried 24/7 and managed a week or two before it fell apart or watched their partner say they want to try 24/7, start and then silently let it slip away a week or so in.

This is where you as a partner to a diaper wearer can make a critical difference and ensure it’s a success in the long term.

But first some hard truths about 24/7:

- It would sometimes be a lot easier for them to not wear a diaper

- It add extra planning and inconveniences to trips out of the house

- Sometimes things can get smelly or embarrassing

- Throwing on underwear would be quicker when they’re in a rush

- They will sometimes not want to wear a diaper or feel shame/regrets about the whole 24/7 idea

So how can you help?

Internalize the idea that they NEED to wear diapers and this is a PERMANENT thing.

If you’re hoping this is just a phase and don’t really want them to succeed in going 24/7 it most likely won’t but your relationship will likely suffer as a consequence.

Also try reset your expectation of them to being that they wear diapers all the time and they need them to avoid accidents.

Provide consistent encouragement, especially in the first month

It’s extremely likely they will be feeling worried & anxious about how you are finding them being 24/7 and will be plagued by all the fears they’d had growing up about having these desires.

Being silently ok with it isn’t enough and they’ll probably just assume you’re hating it & them. So make sure to provide encouragement to them for wearing and using their diapers.

There are several areas of encouragement to provide:

1. Acknowledge their diapers as being normal.
Tell them you’ve laid out a fresh diaper for them in the morning, ask if they’ve packed a diaper bag before leaving the house, ask if they need to order more diapers or if you should pick up more baby powder when shopping.


2. Provide praise for wearing diapers.
Tell them that diaper looks cute on them and that you’re glad they’re now wearing all the time. Check they’re wearing a diaper when they get into bed or when you leave the house and say something like good boy/girl for wearing it. If you see a public restroom or have to go yourself mention that they’re lucky they’re wearing their toilet (this makes my baby blush)


3. Provide praise for them using their diapers.
Talk about the state of their diaper in a positive way for example saying “I’m glad to see this diaper held all of your pee ok” or “remember you should just let go straight away now you’re in diapers”.

Messy diapers will likely cause them the most anxiety so be extra aware in those situations and don’t just ignore it. If you detect a messy diaper acknowledge it with something like “Is that a messy diaper I can smell” or “I think someone might need a change” it can be slightly embarrassing but just saying something shows that you’re not surprised or annoyed they’ve messed.

If you haven’t noticed a messy diaper in a day or two, ask them if they’ve need some help to use their diaper and tell them explicitly that you expect them to use it for everything. Administering a suppository to help force the issue can also be a great way to show you’re serious.


4. Assure them it is discreet.
A fear when wearing diapers 24/7 is other people noticing as often they’ll be wearing in public more than before. Provide simple assurances that their diapers are discreet and that even you struggle to tell.

Even an obvious diaper bulge to you would go unnoticed by the vast majority of people so a small white lie to give them confidence will help a lot even if you can just see the outline of it. Interestingly the more confident they are the less likely others will notice as they wont be touching their bum etc out of fear it might be noticeable.


5. Make it clear this is permanent 
Them wearing diapers 24/7 is now the new normal and you should make sure they know you’ve accepted and expect that.
Talk about diapered plans far into the future, for example if you have a vacation coming up in a few months mention that you’ll need to make sure to order enough to last or discuss if shipping diapers to the hotel is the best option.

Start discussions with confirmation of this reality, e.g. “Now that you’re going to be in diapers for the rest of your life…
…maybe we should convert the guest room into a changing area”
…lets look into laser hair removal for your groin”
…we should order diapers in bulk”
…I’m going to throw away your old underwear”

Tell them things like “It’s funny to think you’ll never use the toilet in the house again” or “I’ve got used to the fact you’re now always going to be in a diaper”, or “I wonder how long it will be before you lose control at night and in the daytime”

You’ll like notice a positive improvement so assure them you’re happy they’re now 24/7:
“Things have been better now your always in diapers so I’m glad this is permanent”
“I can’t imagine you without diapers now “
“I’m keeping you in diapers from now on, I hope you know that”

Be prepared to “force” them to wear

I can almost guarantee that one day you’ll see them putting on underwear instead of a diaper or realize they’re not diapered when they should be.

Do not be silent. Tell them in no uncertain terms that they need to be wearing a diaper and to get changed immediately, ideally take them and diaper them yourself.

Equally something might come up where they ask if they can not wear a diaper. Maybe you’re going out for the day or some other activity where diaper wearing will be more inconvenient. Push back heavily on this unless it was a pre-agreed exception and tell them no, they must be wearing a diaper.

The other high risk time is post orgasm especially in male partners. The low following this is prime for feelings of shame and regret, so even if they don’t say anything make sure to put them straight back into a diaper and provide positive encouragement about their diaper wearing.

Be prepared for challenges

While you’re both getting used to the new reality of 24/7 it’s very likely some things might go wrong.

Their diaper will probably leak at some point onto clothes or furniture, try laugh these off and learn from them.

Their messy diaper might cause you to react instinctively in a way they perceive as disgust and cause them to feel ashamed. Counter this quickly by apologising and assuring them you do want them to use their diaper for everything.

They might forget to bring a spare diaper with them on a day trip and need to change. Ideally you should approach a problem like this with the mindset that they need diapers so just changing out of it isn’t an option. Go into a drugstore with them and buy some more diapers to wear as a temporary measure, the embarrassment of this will likely help you both make sure a diaper bag is always with you.

Normalize diaper wearing in your house

Now they’re diapered 24/7 and the expectation is they need diapers and use them, it shouldn’t feel hidden or secret.

A dedicated changing area should be setup with lots of diapers and changing supplies on display. Invest in a diaper pail / genie to make disposal easier. Hang up their ABDL clothes in this room. Empty their underwear draw and replace with diapers.

A spare bedroom can often be converted for this purpose. Design it in a way so the room can be locked or items easily hidden if you have guests.

Buy a diaper bag and have it packed and ready to use for any trips out. This can be a real diaper bag but for more discretion a small backpack can be used, ideally buy one that’s more juvenile than a plain black one.

Add a mattress protector to your bed to protect against inevitable leaks.

Convert their wardrobe to suit their diapered status

Early on after making the switch hold a fashion show where they try on their clothes while wearing a thick or wet diaper. Anything that doesn’t hide their diaper well put to one side to go to goodwill.

Next go shopping while they’re thickly diapered to find new clothes which work well. General rules are darker & loose fitting bottoms hide diapers well and dresses and skirts are great for women. Overalls can be super cute and combined with onesies for discrete abdl wear. Longer tops can help hide the extra padding around their bum.

It also might be worth expanding your ABDL clothing for use at home so they have a full wardrobe of options to wear daily.

Get involved

The best way to show your support is to get as involved as possible in their diaper wearing.

Ideally try take control of their checks and changes when you’re around. If you’re uncomfortable with messy changes that’s ok (but honestly they can be the most intimate and positive events if you’re willing to try).

Pick out diapers for them to wear if say you’re not around to change them into a fresh diaper in the morning. Browse and buy new diapers for them. When shopping add diaper/baby supplies without comment such as powder, rash cream or more ABDL items like a kids no spill cup or a cute teddy.

(Side note of one of the things I did which made my partner incredibly happy was coming home from a normal grocery shop with a toddler plate and cutlery set and telling him I thought they would be cute for him. Later he told me this made him feel so accepted and loved 🥰)

Pack a diaper bag for day trips or help him pack enough diapers and supplies for a vacation. Try make this as matter of fact as possible, “Do you think these diapers will be the best for daytime”, “Have you packed your swim diaper”, etc.

Be involved in dressing them with a view to not hiding their diapered state at home. At night especially they should always be in ABDL attire which makes it obvious they’re diapered and in the daytime where possible too.

I do believe that most 24/7 diaper wearing should be combined with ABDL activities as well. At a minimum use ABDL diapers and clothing with pacifiers and bottles used where possible. But definitely experiment with things like crawling, bibs at meals, holding a bottle for them and feeding them. Baby talk can also be a lot of fun to tease them with.

Other related articles you should read:

The best how to guides for implementing diaper discipline into your relationship. ABDL / MDLB / DDLG. 18+ ONLY. NSFW. https://dd-guide.webfl

Alongside making my baby wear diapers 24/7 the other big step we took which proved to be highly beneficial was me taking control of all his

A very common theme we’re hearing from partners on both sides of the relationship is the challenge of going 24/7 or even just trying to make

[windelstolz]

This would be fun to do for a week or two! ☺️

[bigmistressann]

Dm and reblog sissies

[regressionschool]

Anna and Molly I Molly, full of curiosity and excitement, booked a professional regression session with Anna, an experienced mommy/regression trainer. After going over the basics of regression, Anna leads Molly to a specially prepared nursery, complete with shelves stocked with colorful diapers.

As Molly enters the room, she hears soft, whimsical music playing in the background, and although the words are unclear, it creates a soothing atmosphere. Anna encourages Molly to relax, assuring her that it's part of the experience. To Molly's surprise, she finds herself easing into a tranquil state.

Anna, with a gentle touch and a warm smile, guides Molly to lie down. She carefully selects an ABU Bunnyhops diaper, complete with adorable bunny prints, and secures it snugly using hook-and-loop tapes. The soft music continues to play, creating a tranquil atmosphere.

As Molly lies there in her newly adorned Bunnyhops diaper, Anna sits beside her, ready to engage in a conversation about the experience.

"How does it feel, Molly?" Anna asks, her voice soft and reassuring.

Molly takes a moment to reflect, a content smile gracing her face. "It feels really good on my bum, Anna. It's soft and snug. I never thought I'd enjoy wearing a diaper this much."

Anna chuckles warmly, "That's the magic of regression diapers. They're designed to make you feel cozy and secure, just like a real baby."

Molly giggles, feeling a sense of lightness and relaxation.

Molly: "I didn't think I'd enjoy this so much. It's like a warm hug for my bottom."

Anna encourages Molly to embrace the sensation, assuring her that the diaper is designed to provide not only physical comfort but also a comforting mental state.

Anna: "Regression is all about letting go of adult worries and embracing the simplicity and joy of being little.”

Molly nods, realizing the truth in Anna's words. "I never imagined it could be so comforting. It's like a warm hug for my bottom." Part II available on my Patreon

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A place for regression

[mommy-chloe]

[mommyvicky001blog]

Anzeichen dafür, dass Sie Windeln tragen müssen

1. Wenn Sie nach dem Pinkeln ins Töpfchen immer noch tropfen, müssen Sie eine Windel oder einen anderen gepolsterten Schutz tragen, um Ihre Hose trocken zu halten.

2. Wenn Sie 10–15 Minuten nach der Benutzung des Töpfchens den Drang verspüren, aufs Töpfchen zu gehen, sollten Sie stattdessen eine Windel tragen! Das Tragen einer Windel hält Sie produktiv und ermöglicht Ihrem Körper, sich einfach um das zu kümmern, was er braucht.

3. Wenn Sie viel trinken, müssen Sie zweifellos ständig pinkeln, insbesondere wenn Sie Limonade oder Kaffee trinken. Warum Zeit damit verschwenden, mehrmals pro Stunde aufs Töpfchen zu gehen? Einfach eine Windel anziehen und weiter Spaß haben!

4. Wenn Sie jemals Auto gefahren oder mitgefahren sind und plötzlich das Gefühl haben, dass Ihre Blase gleich platzen würde, müssen Sie eine Windel tragen, um eine solche ärgerliche Situation zu vermeiden.

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6. Wenn Sie ständig über Windeln nachdenken, sollten Sie eine anziehen.

7. Wenn Sie mitten in der Nacht zum Pinkeln aufgewacht sind, sollten Sie im Bett eine dicke, bequeme und flauschige Windel tragen und lernen, im Schlaf einfach nass zu werden. Es macht Ihr Leben viel stressfreier und Sie können auch eine ganze Nacht durchschlafen! (und eine durchnässte Windel!)

8. Das Lesen dieses Artikels ist ein Zeichen dafür, dass Sie Windeln tragen müssen! 😛

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Nevermore - Remastered

Another Spooky Season remaster, this time featuring some awesome original art from @spaced-goddess. Go check her blog out!

“Alright now, up we go,” came Mrs. Winthrop’s soft voice, as she picked her onesie-clad student up from the classroom floor and placed her onto her desk, their school principal looking on as she did. “Can’t be having a talk with you while you’re crawling around on the floor.” 

Amber didn’t resist. She didn’t say anything, didn’t fight back against her teacher’s choice of words - after all, walking without tripping seemed to have become her latest challenge, and she had the carpet burns on her knees to prove it. Without a word of protest, the girl allowed herself to be picked up and placed on the desk, hiding her blushing face away as much as she could. 

This was a far cry from the girl who first arrived in Mrs. Winthrop’s preschool classroom on Halloween day, half a year before. That Amber was headstrong and defiant, fuming constantly that some saboteur had seemingly drugged her and messed with her brain, leading her down a road of failed tests and embarrassing accidents. She was furious that she had to drop out of the college and come here to relearn her basics, and she let everyone around know it. 

That Amber was proud. She was sure of herself. And even through all of her setbacks, she was confident. “Whatever,” she would snarl, “fine.I’ll just re-do some stuff and get out of here. I’m still an adult. I’m still better than all these dumb little brats.” 

As the school year wore on, though, those “dumb little brats” could actually keep up with their preschool lessons. And Amber? Not so much. 

While her classmates learned their numbers and letters and shapes, Amber just stared blankly, trying and failing to understand what the teacher was talking about, only to be distracted by the slightest hint of a pretty bird or a squirrel outside the window. Again and again, those “dumb little brats” ended up having to help her with shape blocks and stacking rings, while they played with their ‘advanced’ toys. Again and again, they would have to remind Amber to use the potty - or, more often, tell Mrs. Winthrop when the girl had an accident. 

Maybe, if Amber had known that she was under a witch’s curse, she wouldn’t have been so shocked at how it all turned out. Maybe, if she had heard the incantation, heard that the spell would lower her abilities to the level of her maturity, she would have understood why her stubborn attitude wasn’t getting her anywhere. But of course, these were truths she never would have accepted, or believed. 

“Amber, sweetie,” Mrs. Winthrop began, “we need to talk about your progress.”

The girl said nothing. Her face was turned away, her hands hidden between her legs.

“Now now,” the principal chimed in, a stern air of authority in his voice, “your teacher made you a very special potty chart, don’t you remember?”

Amber turned her eyes briefly to the wall, turning them back just as quickly. It was embarrassing for her to think about - the way her teacher had set it all up to help encourage her re-training, the whole class cheering her on like their little sister as she proudly donned her training pants. But of course, her results were anything but encouraging, and she was soon taken out of pullups altogether.

“Do you think you did a good job with your potty training?” Mrs. Winthrop asked.

The girl hung her head in silence. 

“And do you think you’ve been doing a good job with your preschool lessons?” the teacher added. 

“N-no,” Amber finally muttered, tears beginning to well in her eyes.

“And do you know what we’re going to have to do now?” came the principal, his arms crossed as he stood in front of the girl.

“Am I… Am I gonna havta stay in preschool again next year?” Amber's voice began to crack. 

Mrs. Winthrop let out a heavy sigh. “No, honey… I’m afraid it doesn’t look like you’re ready for preschool at all.”  

The girl was in shock. “B-b-b-b-” she stammered, “but… but I’m a big girl! I’m a big girl!”

 “Oh?” the principal offered flatly, “And what do you think makes you a big girl?”

“‘Cause - ‘cause I’m…” Amber took her hands out from between her legs, trying to emulate the “I’m this many!” gesture that her classmates would often make. She wanted to show that she was nineteen… or was it twenty now? Was twenty more than nineteen? Would she need to use more fingers than the other preschoolers did? After all, she was a lot bigger than they were. But then again, they were a lot smarter than she was…  

“Oh dear,” Mrs. Winthrop intervened, motioning the girl’s hands back toward her lap, “I think the poor thing’s gone and confused herself again.”

It was at that moment that another set of footsteps made their way into the classroom, and they belonged to Tom, Amber’s college boyfriend. Through all her failures and misadventures, he was the only one who stuck by her, seeming to enjoy having to take care of her more and more. And now, here he was again to pick her up from school.

“Daddy!” the girl blurted out instantly - he’d encouraged her to start calling him that, and it came naturally to her now - “They tolded me I can’t go preschool! They tolded me I’m not ready! But I’m a big girl! Big girl! Big girl big girl BIG GIRL!!” Amber shrieked, pounding the desk with her balled-up fists as the tears began to stream down her face.

“Oh my,” Tom turned to the two adults, unfazed, “has she been causing trouble?”

“Ah, you know how she can be,” Mrs. Winthrop shrugged, “I’m sure it hasn’t been easy for her, trying to keep up with these classes with the level she’s at.” 

“Maybe,” Tom nodded, a wry smile beginning to form, “or maybe she just needs a change and a nap.

“Up we go, princess,” he turned to the girl, lifting her from the table and into his arms, “time to go home.” 

“BIG GUWL!” Amber kept shouting, hands still waving in the air, “BIG GUWL! BIG GUWL!”

“I’m sure you will be one day,” her boyfriend-turned daddy assured her, patting her padded bottom, “but for now, we’re gonna find you a nice daycare, and first we gotta change you out of that stinky diapy.”

“But I’m not stin-” the girl protested meekly, before freezing halfway through.

That, of course, was when the smell and the sensation hit her. Of course she was stinky - she'd probably filled her diaper while shouting about what a big girl she was, while insisting that she belonged in a preschool where she was nothing more than the pants-pooping laughing stock of the class. 

As the last remnants of her pride crumbled away, Amber started to imagine just how far she had left to fall. She wondered, as she was carried away from that classroom for the last time, was she going to be the laughing stock of her daycare, too? It was all too much for her mind to handle, and so the girl simply started to bawl. She cried, helplessly, like the little baby she had become. She cried, helplessly, like the little baby she had now been for months. She cried, helplessly, like the little baby she was going to be for a long, long time.     

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Increasing Diaper Discipline Involvement

Many partners new to Diaper Discipline struggle to increase their involvement, the below list is designed to provide ideas and inspiration for you to implement in daily life.

You don't need to do all of these every day but try incorporating 2-4 elements a day and work up in terms of frequency and progressing from Beginner items to Intermediate & Advanced.

Beginner

Make an effort to talk about their diapers. Casually ask things like:‍

“How’s your diaper holding up?” “Your waistband is showing baby” “Do you need to change?” “Those jeans hide your diaper well” “These diapers look cute on you” “Do you need to order more diapers soon?” ‍

Let them know you expect them to use their diaper, by saying things like:

- “This diaper should hold all of your wee’s and poops” when changing them into a fresh diaper - “Remember you’re not allowed to use the toilet today” - “Did you wet your diaper like a good boy/girl?”  - “Good boy/girl for messing your diaper.“ - “Did you poop today or do you need something to help tonight?” ‍

Make an effort to interact with their diaper. Squeeze it, pat/smack their bottom when padded, rub the front of it to get them excited, and when hugging place a hand on their diapered bum, etc. ‍

Implement simple Baby elements:

- Call them your baby boy/girl, etc - Dress them in baby-style (AB) clothes at night  - Give them a bedtime drink in a sippy cup or baby bottle - Have them use a adult pacifier at night ‍

Each morning check their diaper, this can be done in bed by just squeezing the front of it. ‍

It will likely be wet so comment on that by saying something like “I’m glad you had a diaper on or you’d have wet the bed” or “You really are turning into a bedwetter aren’t you” ‍

After their morning shower either change them into a fresh diaper if you’re up, or if you're still in bed, get them to come over and drop their trousers / lift skirt so you can check they're wearing one. ‍‍

Each evening lay out a thick diaper and ABDL bedtime clothing and tell them to go get ready for bed. This should be a few hours before you actually go to bed. ‍

Before leaving the house make them drop their trousers / lift skirt so you can check they're wearing a diaper. For day trips, also ask them if they've got their diaper bag packed. ‍

Once or twice a week force them to mess themselves by giving them either 2x Ducolax tablets or a suppository which they must take/insert. ‍

When not wearing diapers, make them wear pull-ups, training pants, girly underwear (if male), or childish patterned pants. 

When at home and not working dress them in embarrassing clothing, good options include:

- No bottoms / exposed diapers - ABDL onesie / romper - A skirt (male or female) - ABDL shortalls or dress - Childish 2-piece PJs - Footed sleeper

Experiment with light bondage:

- Add a locking diaper cover over their diapers - Restrain them to a bed for 2 hours after making them insert a suppository - Chain them to their desk using locking ankle cuffs or diaper cover - Use other locking clothing to prevent diaper access (e.g. rear zipping footed sleepers)

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Intermediate

In public, ask them about their diaper or do a subtle diaper check (squeeze front/back) when nobody will hear or see.

Add more elements of babying:

- Feed them a bottle of milk each night - Make them sleep with a teddy - Talk to them like a baby during diaper checks and changes - Make them use a pacifier in the daytime

Encourage them to mess in their diaper for convenience. For example, if heading out for the day ask them to fill their diaper before leaving so they won’t mess in public.

If you notice their wet diaper is starting to smell take them by the hand, lay them down, and change their diaper. Don’t ask if they need one or make it a choice. ‍

Surprise them by buying new ABDL items (clothing, diapers, pacifiers, etc)

Punish any bad behavior by making their diaper experience less pleasant:

- Smack them until crying before changing them into a new diaper - Add elements of forced regression such as locking mittens, pacifier gag, restraints  - Make them stay in messy diapers for extended periods - Feed them a blended or cut-up version of their meal. Use a bib and mittens to force them to let you feed them. - Treat him as a sissy/girl with pink diapers and female clothing or baby girl AB items.

Twice a week, force them to mess themselves. Insert a suppository into their bum (wear disposal gloves) or use a fleet-enema (no gloves required) during a change.

Make them ask you for permission to get changed and use the opportunity to inspect their diaper. If it doesn’t look full, make them wait 1-2 hours longer.

Get them ready for bed each evening by changing them into thick diapers and dressing them in ABDL clothes.

At home only allow thick or ABDL diapers to be worn.

Take them shopping while diapered to buy new medical diapers, pull-ups, feminine/childish underwear/clothing, and other baby supplies (powder, baby food, etc)‍

Make their diapered / baby status obvious around your home when visitors aren’t present:

- Have a dedicated changing area with diapers stacked up clearly - Keep a pacifier next to their bed - Have a few ready-made bottles in the fridge - Hang up their ABDL clothes so they’re easily accessible ‍

Make them wear a swim diaper on vacation (at the beach/pool)

If they're male, experiment with treating him as a sissy/girl some days:

- Pink / girl-themed diapers - Feminine ABDL clothing (onesies, rompers, etc) - Women’s clothing (dresses, skirts, leggings) - Butt plugs - Chastity

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Experiment with more bondage:

- Use locking mittens at night - Restrain them to a bed overnight after giving them 2x ducolax tablets - Add ankle and chest restraints to their office chair to prevent movement while working from home - Use a pacifier gag regularly

Advanced

Change their diaper while out in public. ‍

Look for a changing places toilet (Europe) or a standard accessible restroom can be used by bringing a disposal changing mat for the floor. You can also change them laying down over the back seats of your vehicle if in a secluded area.

Increase Babying:

- Create a baby bed for them, ideally a single bed with childish sheets, teddies, and restraints to simulate being locked in a crib. This can be used for naps or overnight punishments. - Regularly feed them a blended or cut-up version of their meal. Use a bib and mittens to force them to let you feed them. - Make them wear mittens to bed each night  - Force them to crawl by using training booties (small spikes prevent standing) - Pacifier must be attached to them at all times while at home - Setup a playpen which they must stay in for extended periods (even if still doing more adult activities like being on a phone or gaming)

Force them to mess themselves in front of you.

Administer a suppository or fleet enema but make them stay laying or sitting next to you. Encourage and then tease them for messing themselves like a baby.

Occasionally change them out of their messy diapers. Disposal gloves and adult wipes are recommended.

Force them to mess themselves while out of the house:

- Hand them a suppository to go and insert after finishing a meal at a restaurant. They'll have to try to hold until you’ve got the bill and left. - On long drives make them insert a suppository when you’re still 1-2 hours away from your home/destination - Administer a suppository or fleet enema before sending them to go shopping or other out-of-home chores.

Incorporate bondage into their forced babying by:

- Use locking diaper covers, plastic pants, or onesies to prevent self-changing - Attach hands and feet to restraints during changes - Restrain them overnight - Use a straightjacket 

Take them shopping to buy supplies from an ABDL shop 

If male, treat him as a sissy most or all of the time at home:

- Pink / girl-themed diapers - Feminine ABDL clothing (onesies, rompers, etc) - Women’s clothing (dresses, skirts, leggings) - Chastity cage - Pegging

Dress them as a baby most or all of the time at home:

- Exposed diapers & babyish t-shirts  - Baby-themed onesies (not plain) - Baby dresses/rompers - Baby-style socks & tights - No adult clothes (if working from home, adult clothes can be worn on top but the lower half should still be babyish)

Force them to lose control by adding laxatives without their knowledge to some meals and drinks (have prior consent to do this).

Restrict their diaper changes to certain times ensuring they’ll sometimes have to wait a few hours to change out of well-used diapers.

Switch to thick or ABDL diapers exclusively, making them less discrete in public.

Increase use of bondage:

- Use locking mittens & clothing most nights - Use a straight jacket some weekends and evenings, feeding them and changing them during these times. - Use Segufix restraints to completely secure them to a bed/crib

[xogoddessbrandy]

[paddedlittleparadise]

Messy Caption Index

@babyclaire​ recently requested a list of messy content, and so here it is at last! It’s probably not exhaustive, but I hope the links are useful anyway. I’ll try to get together a messy story index too before long!

Keiko and the Bully

Showtime for Daphne

Baby Cassie at Play

Tessa’s Tribulations

Daphne’s Latest Patient

Auntie’s Little Stinker

Odette and Odile

Carmen’s Conditioning

One Dirty Date with Darren

Messy Training Tips

Baby Beckie

Sophie Makes a Stinky

Dreams of a Dirty Dolly

Betty’s the Boss

An Icky Orgasm for Ellie

Naomi’s Bet

Life with Auntie

Angel Dreams

Sheila and the IMP

Tiffany’s Tummy

A Date with Erika

Mona’s Messmaker

[regressionschool]

In the cheerful classroom of the regression school, Naomi stood next to her classmate, Lisa. They chatted animatedly about their experiences, giggling like old friends. Naomi couldn't help but share her enthusiasm for pacifiers.

"You know," Naomi whispered with a playful grin, "pacifiers really are the best. They make everything feel so cozy and safe!"

Lisa nodded in agreement, her eyes sparkling with shared excitement. "I totally get what you mean! It's like having a little piece of comfort with you all the time."

Just as their conversation was reaching its peak, a resonant gong echoed through the classroom. Naomi and Lisa instinctively lifted their skirts in unison, revealing their undergarments. Naomi's eyes fell on her own pink princess pull-up, its wetness indicator still pristine, signaling that she was dry.

Lisa's diaper, on the other hand, was clearly soggy. The stark white surface bore the telltale signs of recent wetting.

Naomi glanced over at Lisa's well-used diaper, her curiosity piqued. She leaned in a little closer, speaking in a hushed tone.

"Hey, Lisa. I noticed your diaper looks, um, pretty well-loved," Naomi said with a friendly smile.

Lisa blushed slightly but met Naomi's gaze with a warm expression. "Yeah, it's been a busy morning," she admitted, her voice tinged with a hint of amusement. "But honestly, it's not so bad once you get used to it. Plus, it's kind of a relief not having to worry about finding a bathroom all the time."

Naomi couldn't hide her curiosity and amusement. "I guess that does sound nice. But don't you ever feel self-conscious about it, especially when it's all used?"

Lisa shrugged, her shoulders relaxed. "Not really. Every girl here uses her padding at one point, so it's no big deal. It's actually pretty liberating."

Naomi blinked in surprise, realizing that her own experience was quite different. "I've never actually wet my pull-up," she confessed, a touch of uncertainty in her voice.

Lisa blinked in surprise. "You've never wet your pull-up?" She whispered incredulously, glancing down at her soggy diaper.

Naomi nodded, feeling a mix of pride and slight embarrassment. "Yeah, I mean, I guess it's just... not something that's happened yet."

Lisa's eyes widened in astonishment. "Wow, that's impressive. You must have really good control."

Naomi chuckled nervously. "I guess so. It just feels... strange to let go like that, you know?"

Lisa nodded understandingly. "I get it. It did feel weird at first, but after a while, it becomes kind of second nature. And to be honest, wetting your diaper feels kind of nice."

Naomi considered Lisa's words. It was hard to imagine reaching a point where using a diaper felt normal. But then again, she was in a regression school now, and normal had taken on a whole new meaning.

"So, how did you get used to it?" Naomi asked, genuinely curious.

Lisa thought for a moment, a thoughtful expression on her face. "Well, I started by using it when I really needed to go, like when I couldn't hold it anymore. And then, gradually, I got more comfortable with it. It became less of a big deal."

"Thanks, Lisa. That actually makes a lot of sense," Naomi replied, a newfound determination in her eyes. "Maybe I'll give it a try, see how it feels."

Lisa beamed at Naomi, clearly pleased to have been of help. "That's great!"

Encouraged by Lisa's words, Naomi took a deep breath. She closed her eyes for a moment, focusing on the sensation, letting go of any lingering reservations. Slowly, she felt the pull-up grow warm,  knowing that the wetness indicator was fading as she did so.

When she opened her eyes, a mix of surprise and triumph danced in her gaze. "I did it, Lisa!"

Lisa clapped her hands with genuine excitement. "That's fantastic, Naomi! See? It's not so bad, right?"

Naomi couldn't help but grin. "You're right, it's not. Thanks for encouraging me, Lisa. This feels like a step towards embracing all of this."

As Naomi and Lisa continued their conversation, the teacher was making their way through the classroom, systematically checking each student in the class. With a friendly smile, the teacher approached the two friends.

Naomi blushed slightly, feeling a mix of embarrassment and anticipation as she realized the teacher's presence. The teacher knelt down, examining both of them closely. A sense of pride and emberassment washed over Naomi as the teacher nodded in approval. "Good job wetting, girls," the teacher praised them warmly. " Now, it's time for a change."

With that, the teacher sent Naomi and Lisa off to the changing area. As they walked together, there was a shared sense of accomplishment. Naomi felt like she was taking steps toward embracing her new reality, with the support of her friend Lisa and their encouraging teacher.

In the changing area, they would receive fresh padding, but Naomi would carry with her the knowledge that she was progressing in her journey through the regression school, one step at a time.

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[diapersandotherfun]

It came to be November. Katie was of course still in diapers and was wearing babyish clothes around the house, and pretty much being treated like a toddler around her home 24/7. 

Every Thanksgiving holiday her family would always go visit her relatives. She always liked going to see these relatives and they always met up at her Grandmother’s house. 

The night before they left she asked her mom if she’d have to wear baby clothes at her Grandmother’s house. Her moms reply was no, but she said that if someone notices her diapers that she would tell them why she wore them.

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We arrived at my Grandmother’s house early on Thanksgiving Day. By the time we got there, my diaper was soaking wet and cold. I was still wearing the ABU diapers, and had in fact switched to these diapers almost exclusively. I liked the babyish designs on them, and my parents said that since I was essentially a toddler anyway that I should wear diapers that fit with that image.  I was happy to wear these diapers, even though it was fairly obvious by the crinkle and bulk under my pants that I was diapered, but by this point I didn’t care because of how much I loved being in diapers 24/7.  Anyway, by the time we got to my Grandmother’s I badly needed a changing but I didn’t know how to get my mom’s attention without flat out saying “my diaper is wet,” so I nudged my mom’s leg a little and pointed to the front of my pants. She understood what I was trying to say.  

“Excuse me, we’ll be right back.” She grabbed my diaper bag and took me into the bathroom and changed my diaper on the bathroom floor. 

“If you need to be changed you are going to have to come to me and tell me.” My mom said mater-of-factly, as she finished powdering my diaper area and taped up my fresh diaper.

“But mommy.” I said in a whiney voice.

“But nothing Katie. If you can’t act like a regular teenage girl and use the potty, and wear big girl panties like other girls your age then I guess everyone should know.” My mom said as she rolled up my used diaper and placed it in a plastic bag before putting it in my diaper bag so they could dispose of it when we got back home.  My mom might have not cared if others found out I wore diapers, but she still wanted to be considerate and not leave my stinky diapers in the trash for everyone to smell while we were at my Grandmother’s house.

I was a little stunned by what she had said and wanted to cry. I hoped that I wouldn’t need to be changed for the rest of the day, but knew that was impossible since lunch was only an hour away and we wouldn’t be leaving until after supper time. 

After I was changed I went off to play with my cousins. One was my age and the other two were a year younger. None of them wore diapers of course. The one who was my age was a boy and the other two were girls. We got along quite well for the most part, except my guy cousin, John, sometimes picked on us girls. 

It came to be lunch time. My diaper was dry at this point but I knew that wouldn’t last. I ate a lot of food since I was quite hungry. I also drank a few glasses of chocolate milk and some water and lemonade as well, and knew I’d be paying for it later. 

Later came. Around mid afternoon I was playing games with my cousins when I wet my diaper. Of course, after a few seconds it didn’t feel very wet and things were fine. A half hour later I had to pee again. This time the wet feeling stayed. The diaper wasn’t leaking, but was beginning to get soggy and bulky (the ABU’s always got thicker when wet). When I walked they made more noise, as usual. One of my cousins, the one my age, noticed the crinkling noise and asked me what that was. I acted as if I didn’t know and he forgot about it. 

Another hour passed. Now my diaper was soaked and the pee was cold. I could feel the wetness in every move I made. I didn’t want to tell my mom I needed to be changed, so I didn’t, and just tried to ignore it and hope for the best, and hope that I could hold off mentioning my diapers to my mom until we left that night.  She hadn’t come to check to see if I needed a diaper change, so I thought that just maybe I could make this plan of mine work.

Something happened which made my little plan fail though. When it was my turn to spin the “spinner” on the game we were playing, I felt I had to poop, and I knew it was going to be a big load since I hadn’t gone since earlier the day before. So I tried my best to hold it. I didn’t have much control left after being in diapers for so long, but what little I had I was determined to try and hold off pooping my diaper until maybe my cousins went to do something else or maybe when they had to use the bathroom.  It wasn’t meant to be however and my ability to hold it lasted for about ten minutes. Then the feeling was stronger and I couldn’t hold it any longer. I stopped for a short bit during the game and kind of gave a muffled grunt as I felt my muscles give in, and felt almost two days worth of poop fill my diaper.  Before I knew it, there was a strong odor coming from my diaper. And of course, my cousins noticed it. 

“What’s that smell? Darn it, Lisa, did you have another accident again?” John, the cousin my age asked his sister who was a little older than my sister, and a year younger than me, and apparently had been having some accidents in her pants from time to time lately. 

“No. I didn’t go poop.” Lisa said with a red face.

“Then who did?” He looked at me and I just kind of was there squatting down, not wanting to sit in my dirty diaper and smoosh it, so I just acted like I didn’t hear him, and I didn’t say a word as he continued to look at me and the stance I was in, with a now obvious diaper bulge around my crotch, and a smell that couldn’t be mistaken for anything but a dirty diaper. 

“Was it you Katie? Did you poop in your pants?” John asked with distain in his voice.

I knew I was busted and couldn’t get out of it.  My other cousins, the girls around my age, were both wearing leggings, and it was obvious that they hadn’t pooped their pants and didn’t have a diaper on underneath their leggings either.  I on the other hand was wearing toddler-style overalls that my mom had dressed me in earlier that morning, that also had snaps in the crotch and legs for easy diaper changes.  How they hadn’t noticed my poofy butt and crotch earlier was an amazing feat in itself, but now I was busted and there was no way out of it.  I got up and ran, or more like waddled with my now loaded diaper, to where my mom was playing cards with tears in my eyes. I shyly told her “I need my diaper changed.”

“Oh, excuse me, Katie needs her diaper changed. From what I smell, I think she pooped her diaper” My mom said nonchalantly.  As if changing a teenage girls diaper was just a normal everyday thing.

Everyone at the table, except my sister and father, who were playing cards had a puzzled look on their face as my mom patted my bottom to feel my loaded diaper and then held my hand and led me to the bathroom, with my diaper bag over her shoulder.

I heard them comment, “Katie wears diapers? Since when?” My dad began telling them the whole story. He explained how they had caught me with an opened pack of diapers in my room and they had busted me wearing diapers about 10 months earlier.  He told them how they had confronted me about my diaper wearing and after some discussion and my admitting that I enjoyed wearing diapers that they had decided to return me to diapers and treat me like a toddler 24/7.  My relatives had tons of questions of course, but my dad was patient and explained to them that I was no longer really potty trained and was now reliant on diapers.  That back at home I was dressed as a toddler, and I also slept in a crib and got changed on a changing table, and they brought a diaper bag with them whenever we went out in public.  I no longer wore panties like other girls my age, and they had in fact thrown away all my panties when I had decided to wear diapers.  And of course I didn’t use the toilet at all, and if I had to pee or poop I just did it in my diaper like a toddler would do.

In the bathroom, while my dad was explaining all of this to my relatives, my mom was changing my diaper, and getting me all clean after the big mess I had made in my diaper.  Finally after cleaning me thoroughly, she pulled out some footy pajamas and my paci and put the paci in my mouth as she slipped my legs into the pajamas.  I kind of let out a moan of frustration, and tried to object, but my mom gave me a quick pop on my diaper.

“Katie, you are a toddler, and around the house you wear these clothes, and now that everyone knows you are in diapers it shouldn’t make a difference.  Unless you want to wear just your diaper and t-shirt and paci when we go back out there.  Is that what you want baby girl?”  My mom paused as she waited for an answer.

I quickly shook my head no.  

“That’s what I thought.  Don’t worry, it’s no big deal.  Now everyone knows you’re a baby and wear diapers, so now you can enjoy yourself and not worry about people finding out about your diapers.”  She said as she zipped up my pajamas, rolled up my loaded diaper, which my Grandmother had said she could throw away in the regular trash now, helped me to my feet and then gave my diaper butt a pat before leading me out of the bathroom.

When my diaper was changed, my mom and I walked out of the bathroom, me in my toddler footy pajamas with my paci in my mouth, and my mom holding my diaper bag in one hand and my loaded stinky diaper in the other as she headed towards the trashcan. A few of my relatives looked at me strangely and when I went back to play with my cousins, John poked fun at me. 

“You baby. Can’t you use the toilet like everyone else?”  

“Shut up.” I said in a crying voice.  It made me sad when people, especially family laughed at me for wearing diapers.

“Oh, did I hurt the baby’s feelings. I’m sorry.” John said mockingly.

“Cut it out John. So she wears diapers. Katie, I don’t care if you wear diapers. Let’s play somewhere else.” Lisa, who was one year younger than me, said. I was glad she didn’t mind. Alyssa, my other girl cousin didn’t care either. We played games without John and he just watched TV for the rest of the day. 

My Aunts, Uncles, and Grandmother didn’t seem to care very much either and I overheard one of them saying something like, “Well, everyone’s different I guess. I’m sure it’s just a phase she’s going through.”

If this was a phase it was the happiest phase of my life, and I had no intention of ever giving up my diapers.

[babybellandiapers]

Let this happen to me

[enzzin]

[diaperwomen-captions]

Amelia was just getting changed for bed.

Despite being 19, she regularly still wet her bed. She still wore an adult diaper to bed every night which she was extremely embarrassed about. She had always managed to keep it a secret though.

Tonight she wasn’t at home. She was babysitting for some younger kids that went to her school and would be staying the night. A boy called James who was 15 and a girl who was 14 called Zoe.

She made the mistake of not locking the door while she was in the bathroom. 

James walked in and was completely shocked at what he saw, he couldn’t believe his babysitter was stood in front of him wearing nothing but a thick diaper.

“"oh my god get out” she shouted

“Hahaha you still pee the bed”

Amelia grabbed hold of him and pushed him out of the bathroom.

James suddenly realised the power he had now that he knew this. He went and told Zoe that he had caught the babysitter wearing a bedwetting diaper which she thought was hilarious.

They opened up the phone camera and waited outside the bathroom.

James then spoke “Amelia if you don’t come out of there wearing nothing but your diaper in the next 30 seconds I’m gonna tell all your friends what you wear to bed.

Amelia knew she had no choice but to do as he said

She came out of the bathroom where they were both in hysterics that a 19 year old still had that problem.

Snap- they took loads of pictures of the bedwetting babysitter

“"please stop” she begged 

She then started crying 

“"ooh is the baby crying”

They dragged her downstairs and tied her to a chair.

Getting a baby bottle out of the cupboard which belonged to their baby cousin, they filled it with some ingredients that would give her a tough time keeping her diaper clean. 

They forced her to drink from the baby bottle before going through her bag and finding her something else to wear.

They put her in some tight grey yoga pants and a short fitting shirt which did little to hide her diaper.

They then announced that Amelia would be driving them to Wal mart as they needed to buy some things.

Amelia protested but soon realised she would have to go along with it.

They arrived at Walmart. Amelia complained that her stomach was hurting and that she didn’t want to go in, but they dragged her out of the car and into the store. 

Amelia kept holding her stomach.

James and Zoe wanted to go and look at some DVDs to make Amelia buy them. 

The store was generally quite quiet but there was a group of girls around Amelia’s age stood nearby.

She kept holding her stomach. All of a sudden she leaned forward in pain and began farting, which caused the girls nearby to start chuckling.

James and Zoe grabbed and arm each and leaned her right over so her butt was sticking out.

“"oh Amelia you poor thing it’s lucky you’re wearing that diaper” shouted James

The group of girls were now in hysterics

Amelia was too uncomfortable to care what was being said.

“" we better check your diaper I think”

With that they yanked down Amelia’s yoga pants leaving her diapered butt on full display 

“"oh wow she’s actually wearing a diaper” said one of the girls

Amelia was still bent over as the cramps were so bad as she finished pushing a load out into her diaper.

When she had finished only then did the reality of what she had just done hit her.

She had just messed herself whilst wearing a diaper which was on full display to anyone nearby in a public place.

She couldn’t imagine possibly feeling  anymore embarrassed as she stood back up straight and pulled her yoga pants back up to cover her now full diaper.

She looked behind her to see the group of girls still watching her 

“"You’re fucking disgusting you little diaper baby” one of them shouted

To which Amelia became tearful as James guided them over to the other place they were going- the incontinence aisle 

They got to the incontinence aisle when James announced he was going to find a member of staff to help.

“Oh god, This surely can’t get anymore embarrassing’ Amelia thought to herself

As James came back around the corner, she couldn’t believe who he had with him. It was a girl who was in Amelia’s class at school called Taylor. Taylor had always been a bit mean to Amelia and she certainly wouldn’t class her as a friend. She’s just about the last person Amelia wanted to see in her current state.

“"oh hello Amelia your little brother here called me over saying you needed some help with something”

Amelia didn’t know what to say 

“I uuuu yea, no I think we should be alright”

James intervened “ what she was meant to say is that she needs some help choosing some adult diapers”

“"adult diapers? For who?”

“Amelia needs them because she’s run out and she’s just messed the one she’s wearing,also she needs some more because she still wets the bed”

Taylor started laughing

“Very funny but what do you actually need them for”

“They’re for Amelia, cant you smell her?”

“"is he telling the truth Amelia as it does kind of stink around here”

“"get lost” she replied 

With that James and Zoe grabbed an arm each and spun her around before yanking her yoga pants down to her ankles”

“"oh my god I always knew you were a bit of a baby, I can’t wait to tell everyone at school about this. Eeeeww and you’ve actually shat in it that’s disgusting”

Amelia was now crying her eyes out

The last thing she was forced to do was to buy a pack of the thickest adult diapers available on her card, before being escorted by the two youngsters she was supposed to be babysitting to the women’s restroom where she was made to lie down on the baby changing table where they publicly changed her messy diaper. 

Her humiliation was complete when a women walked in with her toddler to the sight of an adult girl having her diaper changed by a boy and girl who were much younger.

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The ask from earlier sent me looking for a little story I had started writing a while back… I only finished a couple chapters before getting distracted, but here’s the first one just for fun…

It was early morning. The sun had just begun to creep its way through a lingering cloud cover, after a long night of thunder and rain. Jolene squinted her still-closed eyes, before touching the back of her hand to her forehead, and fluttering open her heavy eyelids.

A sliver of light danced across her face; itself, a tiny sunbeam that found its escape from between the imposing, velvet curtains over her bedroom window.

“Kit-TY!” Jolene’s whisper-scream causing her nighttime pacifier to drop from her lips, as she gently scolded her kitty for playing in the windowsill.

“My alarm hasn’t even gone off.”

From the floor, Kit looked up at Jolene before darting his eyes across the distance he’d need to cover, and then jumping up onto the bed. He circled a few times before laying down and nestling into the crook of her neck; his soft fur brushing against her skin as he settled down. “Oh, Kit” she whispered in a raspy, barely-there voice. Still groggy, and struggling to keep her eyes open, she continued, “You, of all people, know how tired I am.”

Jolene lightly traced her finger along the length of Kit’s back, giving him a little scratch on each of his ears, followed by a series of 9 rapid-fire-kisses-on-the-head; each with that kissy-pucker sound (the universal sound we all make to call a kitty over to us).

Kit had been a stray that Jolene kept an eye on and fed anytime he would come around.

“Dude. Joles. (“Joles” was a common nickname among Jolene’s small, tight-knit, circle of friends.)

This night, Jolene was home, trying a new pasta recipe with one of her roommates, Spencer. They had stepped out onto the balcony after the bright, full moon caught their eye. The stray kitty suddenly came into view, bounding along the top of the fence that surrounded Jolene’s condo.

Jolene produced a small piece of roasted chicken from a tissue in her hand, held back from the recipe for just this reason, and the kitty jumped from the fence to greet her at the balcony railing.

“Joles, if you keep feeding that cat, it’s gonna keep coming around.” Spencer cautioned.

“I hope so!” Jolene replied with a wink.

Spencer’s face softened into a knowing smile, “Ahhh, okay.. I get it. Haha what are you going

to name it?”

“Well,” Jolene furrowed her brow, and her eyes darted upward, while she gave it some thought. “His name is obviously Kit-ty!”

Spencer rubbed his hand over his mouth to hide his smile. He’s lived with Joles long enough to get the reference to one of her favorite movies. “Kitty”, enunciated the exact way that Jolene had just done it, is what Boo named Sully, in Monsters, Inc.

Spencer cleared his throat and put on a quasi-serious face, “Kitty? Okay… Then should I call you ‘Boo’?”

Spencer was a very good roommate and an even better friend. Jolene didn’t always realize the times Spencer was there to pre-empt a problem, or to soften the blow when things got tricky in her life, but Spencer felt naturally protective of her. There was just something about the way she navigated life - full of optimism about everything and everyone, that left her a little vulnerable, and he often worried about that being exploited.

That was 2 years ago, and Jolene did bring in Kitty that night, and made him part of the household. This morning, he just needed some reassurance; Something Jolene could empathize with very well.

Mere hours ago, Jolene was awakened by the frantic storm outside. The wind was blowing violently, and the rumbling of thunder was growing louder; accentuating the fact that Jolene had no one, except Kitty, to hold onto, were the flashes of lightening that lit up her room. She rolled over to the edge of her bed, reaching for her nightstand drawer, when she realized there was more than just the rain soaking everything around her.

“Damn it Jolene, you’re such an absolute mess…” she whispered to herself, followed immediately with “No I’m not - I just made a mistake.”

Jolene had made a point a long time ago to work on correcting her negative self-talk. She would often correct herself when she slipped up, and even tonight, after accidentally wetting her bed, she stuck to her commitment of being gentle with herself. But she was frustrated, and she was tired, and she had to work tomorrow.

“All I wanted was my binky, Kit. And now…” Jolene quickly assessed the state of things and realized that only one side of the bed was wet. Maybe she could just roll over and put all of this off until morning - if she could just find her pacifier.

Jolene felt silly sucking on a baby’s pacifier, ANY night of the week, but when she needed to go straight to sleep, it was the secret to her success. And knowing she didn’t have time to lie awake fretting about thunder, she needed to find it.

She pulled open the drawer of her nightstand and started feeling around. “Where is it?!” She propped herself up on one arm, and pulled out the drawer a little further, and then it happened: the drawer came out of its track and crashed to the floor, sending hair ties and chapstick and pens and papers flying. The sound of the crash seemed especially loud, as right then there was a lull in the storm outside. Kit jumped from the bed and began to inspect the damage, as Jolene buried her face in her pillow and lightly screamed in frustration.

Just then, her bedroom door opened. It was Spencer, who’d been awakened by the noise. “Joles, are you okay?”

“Yesssss” Jolene answered, still face down in her pillow.

“What’s going on in here?” He continued, looking to Kitty for answers.

Jolene lifted her head and moved to put her legs over the edge of the bed; her shoulders sunken, in absolute defeat. “Well, um, I needed something to help me get back to sleep, and then I broke my bedroom.”

“Oh my gosh, honey.” Relieved, Spencer relaxed his posture and walked over to assess the damage, giving Jolene a little rub on the back. “Did you lose your binky?” He knew about her secret sleep trick, and started to feel around the blankets behind her, guessing it was lost in the folds of the bedding. But just then, he felt the wetness of her bed.

Now, Spencer has been roommates and BFF’s with Jolene for a long time. You don’t spend that much time with someone without picking up on some things; even those things that friends try to conceal. Years of shared laundry and drunken slumber parties had clued Spencer in to a few of Jolene’s tightest held secrets. Her silence about such things told him loud and clear that he needed to tread lightly here.

“Joles, the bed is wet. Are you wet?”

Dear god could this night be any worse? Jolene thought to herself as she rubbed her opened hands over her face, trying to hide her blush even in the darkness of her room.

“Uh, I guess, yeah. I am. I’m not sure what happened.”

That’s a lie she thought, quickly reprimanding herself. She might not know why it was happening, but she certainly did know that her secret problem had become increasingly frequent over the past year.

The past year should have been filled with the joy of a pandemic fading away, and life getting a little easier again. And while she’d escaped the scary times without so much as a cold, she’d had nothing but weird problem after another popping up the last 10 months: Toothache, root canal, SHINGLES?!? (Which she didn’t think you could even get until you were old!), achy joints that made standing at work all day a real treat, and the really big one - wetting herself nearly every day, and her bed several nights a month. It was inconvenient for sure, but she kept thinking it would clear up. She even did her kegels, hoping it was just a muscle problem. And while that helped her get through a sneeze without issue, it didn’t explain the times that came without warning - without so much as a chance to “close the floodgates”. This was more like there weren’t any floodgates at all anymore.

Spencer was fully alert now, and could sense that his friend was having a really rough night. “It’s okay, boo. Just give me a sec to grab some towels and we’ll fix everything.”

Spencer left down the hall to the bathroom, where he grabbed some towels, and opened the sink cabinet to retrieve a package of overnight underwear he’d bought months ago. There never seemed to be a right time or way to introduce these to his friend, but he had to figure it out, and quick. He opened the pack and grabbed a handful of the pull-ups, leaving the rest tucked into the plastic pharmacy bag.

He shuffled back to her bedroom door and knocked lightly as he entered “Okay, babe. Everything’s gonna be fine! Let’s get you cleaned up and back to bed.”

Jolene stood up but kept her head low, her hair dangling just enough to cover her face, and her utter shame.

Spencer moved to lay towels over her accident. It would have to be good enough until tomorrow, when they could spend more time properly cleaning up.

“Okay, see? Good as new!”

Kitty jumped up onto the bed and circled the towel to make sure it would do.

Spencer had to think fast, and the lump in his throat made an audible sound as he swallowed before continuing,

“So, hey, Joles, do you remember when my sister & niece visited this summer? Well, they accidentally left these behind”

Spencer held up the handful of pull ups he’d brought back with him.

“I’ve heard these can help with nighttime accidents, and since you’re about my niece’s size, I think they’ll fit!”

Jolene looked up slightly, only far enough to see what he was talking about, but without fully revealing her face to him. Spencer squared his shoulders and moved confidently to show her a pair, opening it up to prove that it would fit.

“And it’s nothing to even feel upset about! These things happen and I just want to help you feel better and get back to sleep without having to worry about anything else tonight.”

Jolene was motionless. Partly for being tired, and mostly, for being ashamed. Here was her dearest friend in this world, patronizing her about wearing diapers meant for little kids. She knew what these were, but she really did need to go to sleep, and she really couldn’t be sure she wouldn’t make the same mistake again.

“Thanks” she said quietly, reaching a hand toward Spencer.

“First things first, let’s get these wet things off, okay?”

Jolene resigned herself to the fact that every bit of this was actually happening. But it felt a little better to go through it with her best friend. He knew everything else about her, why not this? They shared secrets, they had adventures, they fantasized about their future husbands, they talked about their worst dates and most embarrassing sexcapades… why shouldn’t Spencer be involved in her newest unraveling?

“Thank you, Spencer. You’re a good friend” Jolene whispered, as she stepped out of her wet panties and pulled off her “I ♥️ NY” t-shirt, the front of which had been soaked from the bottom of the hem to the middle of the big, red heart.

“Girl. That’s my job! You’re okay, boo!” Spencer felt relief wash over him. Maybe it was the perfect set of stormy-night-plus-tired-Jolene circumstances, but this was going much better than he had ever imagined it would.

“But this isn’t some regular thing I do all the time, you know.”

Ah. There she was. That’s the defiant Jolene he knew and loved.

“Of course not! Pfffft!! I get it Joles. It happens to me sometimes too…”

“That’s a lie” he thought, quickly reprimanding himself. He might not know why it was happening, but he certainly had realized that her secret problem had become increasingly frequent. But that was a confession for another night.

He helped her get the nighttime panties stretched and pulled up into place before walking to her closet for a fresh t-shirt. On the way, he kicked something, and looked down to find her pacifier laying on the carpet. Perfect.

“Joles, guess what I found?”

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