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The stages of a bbabybbear change. Tapes off and a new diaper on, quickly, before…😳
I'm A Big Kid Now
Come sit on the mat, sweetheart. Right here, legs crossed like a good little boy. That's it...
You’ve been such a good baby lately, haven’t you? No squirming when Mommy has to wipe that stinky, poopy bottom clean, no spitting out your mushy num-nums, letting me buckle you into your carseat without a single fuss. You even said “tank ‘oo, Mommy” the other day when I powdered you up! So precious.
Because you’ve been so obedient, Mommy decided you’ve earned a very special treat today. I know you've been wanting to go back to potty-training, but I just don't think you're ready for big boy undies yet. That's why I figured we'd start small. You, know, baby steps.
See these? Training pants. Real training pants with little red and blue cars all over them. Not baby diapers. These are for slightly bigger boys who are trying their very hardest. Isn’t that nice of me? You get to feel almost grown-up again… for a little while.
But there's a catch, honey: you do not get to use the potty. Not once. Not even if you beg, cry, hop from foot to foot, or promise the moon. The potty is locked for you today. Big boys can hold it, and you keep telling me you’re a big boy, so you’re going to prove it.
You will wear these training pants for exactly twenty-four hours. If--and that’s a very big if--you somehow manage to keep them perfectly dry until I check tomorrow evening, Mommy will let you try real big-boy underwear. I might even drive you to the store myself so you can pick out your very own package and patterns! Won’t that be exciting??
But if you fail? You will sit in your accident, waddle in your accident, nap in your accident, eat dinner in your accident, and watch every single episode of SpongeBob in your accident. Training pants don't absorb like your diapers baby. You’ll feel it spread, you'll leak, and it will get heavy and cold and clingy against your skin, and every single squish will be a reminder that you couldn’t do it. That's why they call them 'trainers', after all.
You'll have to stay in your shame until the full 24 hours are up. And when I finally peel them off tomorrow, if there's a yellow stain, I won't be angry. Just disappointed. And we’ll both know the diapers have to come back, maybe for a very long time, because clearly my sweet boy still needs them.
Do you think you can do that, sweetheart? Can you really hold everything for a whole day and night with no potty and no excuses?
Awww, look at that little nod!! So brave. And maybe just a tiny bit naive. That’s okay, Mommy thinks it’s precious.
All right, baby, let’s get that soggy overnight diaper off first. Go on! Lay back! Are you excited?? Oh my goodness, look at that wetness indicator! It’s practically navy blue! Well...I hope you emptied your little tinkle tank!
riiippp! riiiiippp! Oh!
Someone has quite the stiffy! Well...you need to control that as well, honey. Sticky stains count against you too. Try not to get too excited in your new undies, okay? Here they come!!
Lift those legs…raise your bottom...up, up, up...theerrreee we go! Doesn't that feel so good??
Stand up for Mommy and give us a twirl. Aww, don’t you just feel like a widdle boy trying so, so hard? Those tiny cars zooming around your bottom are just adorable!
Now...you know Mommy wants to keep her growing boy hydrated and healthy, don't you? So you'll need lots of liquids today. Mommy will make you bottles of ice-cold apple juice, creamy whole milk, water with lemon, whatever you want! And you'll drink them alll up without a fuss, won't you? We wouldn’t want to go straight back to diapers just because someone decided to be a fussy little prince instead of a big boy, would we? Noooo, that would be so sad!!
So here's a bottle baby, drink up! And try to be a big boy for Mommy and stay dry, okay? Mommy's rooting for you...
I know this picture doesn’t really give off “little” vibes, but I’ve always loved sharing my normal outfits with a diaper. For me, this feels more authentic than putting on a onesie and playing with blocks for a photo because most of my time is not spent in little space. Typically, I don’t fall into little space when I am alone, and most often, I feel the most little when a caregiver or daddy figure is present.
On occasion, people will assume that I am only a DL, and while I do love diapers, I also truly enjoy the AB side of things and that sort of dynamic (if not more). I view diapers as more of a tool to enable someone else to take on the role and responsibility of caring for me, while allowing myself to give up some of that control.
I like making little girls and boys earn their pull-ups. Like, how demeaning is it that you have to do everything mommy tells you to do just to wear trainers! Here's just some tasks my little needs to do for me to consider if they'd get to move on up!
Writing little essays in crayon about how much you want to use the big kid potty.
Staying dry for a few hours after I change you.
Telling mommy when you have to go potty, asking me for permission to go in your diapers, and then going pee pee in your pampers.
Telling mama whenever you've had an accident, regardless of where we are. If your diaper is wet and cold? You aren't getting a change until you can write a letter apologizing to me for not telling me sooner.
do you think you'd get the opportunity to try potty training under me?
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Warm water rushed out of the spout as Kelly pulled Barbara's blouse over her head, leaving her in just the diaper. Next, her hands gently untaped the girls diaper, and layed it flat on the ground outside the bathroom.
Barbara looked at it dumbfounded. It had never not been rolled up into a shameful ball before. "Mommy?" She hesitated.
"Yes baby?"
"What are you um. Doing?"
"I'm getting you cleaned up honey, you had a little accident and now you just need a bit of help."
"N-no, I know that. I mean with the d-" she stopped. Despite wearing them and having them checked every free moment and changed when it became convenient or needed, she struggled to say the word. "The diaper."
"Oh." Kelly's tone grinded into caution. "Your diapers a bit wet sweetie but, it doesn't need changing quite yet. Mommy can't afford to change you whenever you get just a little damp, especially with these overnight ones."
"What?"
She continued, "so once we get you cleaned up, I'll put you back in that one."
"BUT ITS WET!" Barbara cried it, tears threatening to spill out, her chest heaving with anger.
"Volume, young lady."
"But it's wet! Mommy! I don't want t
Sarah was many things. A service technician, a handyman, a doordasher, a janitor, repairman, and a myriad of other titles. Sarah was also a scrapper. She liked to collect bits of scrap and odd mechanical parts to sell for a bit of side cash. It wasn't easy work, but it did let her pay the rent.
Which is what brought Sarah to The Changing Table. An abandoned luxury daycare in a section of her city originally meant to be built to help boost tourism. Though it took a bit to bust the front doors lock open, she managed to find herself inside.
"Wow, this place is huge." She remarked as she wandered through the one of the classrooms. Though the lights were off, Sunlight entered through the many windows, letting Sarah see all the decorations and drawings made by the former students on the walls. Were Sarah not so engrossed in rummaging through the teachers desk, she might have found it odd how clean this place was. The lack of dust, insects, clutter, or trash, might have suggested to Sarah that this daycare wasn't without its caregiver had she been paying attention.
But alas, she was not. Nor was she when it grabbed her leg. A cold metal claw locked around her ankle, swiftly dragging her bottom to the floor.
"Young lady, what do you think you're doing?" whirred a voice from above.
"Shit!" Sarah spun, panicked that she had been discovered. Her heart raced as she looked around the room, not finding anyone.
"Cursing in my classroom, going where you don't belong, and not awnsering a question asked to you by a grown-up? I can see that you are in need of discipline. It will be administered."
Grown-up? Discipline? The monotone and steady volumed speaker gave Staff the awareness that it was A.I. An A.I. that thought she was one of the students! "Wait, I'm not-" she tried to explain as more tendrils came out of the floor, seeking to rip her pants off.
"You will now be disciplined" Sarah's pants were removed from her, and though she tried to explain, her voice could not be heard over the machines. "Diaper not detected. Additional discipline will be administered. Subject will be given new diaper afterwards."
Sarah was again denied the chance to explain herself as the spanking started. A large rubber paddle smacked against the entirety of her bottom.
SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, went the paddle.
"STOPPP! PLEASE YOU HAVE T-" blubbered out Sarah
SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, the paddle resumed.
It was not until the end of Sarah's long spanking that she would be given the chance to plea her case. But after seventy spankings, 40 for opening the teachers desk, 15 for cursing, and 15 for taking off her diaper, Sarah was not able to explain. The teary eyed thief was ready to listen, and ready to apologize, and more than ready to cry. Sarah choked back tears, gasping for breath as she tried to calm herself.
"It's all over now." hummed the bot. "Good girl." A large diapers was taken from the changing table to underneath Sarah's bottom. Mechanical arms were ready to restrain her, though they did not need to. Sarah shut her eyes, and tears dripped down her face. Her lips quivered as the papery polka dotted diaper was wrapped around her. For the first time in 20 years, Sarah was back in a diaper. It was not a thin crinkle free design you might have found at the drug store. It crinkled and rustled as she stood up, each movement eliciting a sound. The thickness of it pushed her legs apart, and made putting her pants back on impossible, leaving the poor girl in just a shirt, socks, shoes, and diaper. Even the smell of it reminded her of what she was in. A soft, powdery scent mixed with lavender wafted up. Sarah, who had babysat in the past, never imagined that she would hate the smell of a fresh diaper.
"I can not find a file for you. I'm going to give you five minutes, and then you're going to come down to the office so we can set your student profile." cut in from the speakers as Sarah rubbed the back of her diaper, hoping to relieve the pain.
I love diaper checks. Mommy knows you're far too little to keep track of when you're dry or not, so it's up too her to check if you're wet, or if you need a change (two separate things)
"It smells kind of funny here, sweetie come over here, I want to check something"
"Come here sweetheart, let mommy check your diaper"
The smile, or dissapointed sigh she gives when she squeezes your squishy diaper.
"Um, sweetie? Why are you waddling? Do you have something to tell mommy?"
"This feels so gross, baby. Why didn't you tell mommy? If you don't know when you're sitting in this kind of mess maybe we need to get rid of your pants so mommy can check you easier"
I like when mommy is trying to get you to know when you're wet so she makes every check a big thing. Even lifting your shirt when you don't have any pants on and your diapers just on full display. Rubbing your soaked diaper, and grabbing at your rear.
Or when mommy tries to make you check yourself. "Squeeze your diapee. You see how that feels squishy? That's not good right? That means you had an accident and need mommy to change you! Can you ask mommy for a change?"
Being denied changes is so hot.
Maybe it's because "Those diapers can hold a whole lot more. I'll change you when it's full."
Or because "Mommy is a bit busy right now, go play, and I'll see if you need to be changed later."
Or because you've been mouthing off and "I think you should try being more grateful to the person who has to change all your nasty diapers."
Or because she's still trying to potty train you and "This is what happens when we don't listen to our body. Maybe sitting in a wet diaper will show you why you need to get up and go potty."
Or just because she says so.
Or just because she put something extra in your bottle and knows your about to go again in a few minutes.
Or because of how cute you look when you're waddling around in a full diaper.
But no matter why, your warm diaper is going to grow cold long before she changes you, and you'll just have to live with sitting in a soggy, clammy diaper. Maybe you should just be grateful to mommy for putting lots of baby powder on you so you don't get a rash.
Tonight was "thirsty Thursday," which meant mommy would be out with her friends, and I with the babysitter. Candace, or "Candy" as she asked to be called, was a young woman with platinum hair and overdone makeup that might indicate she's the type of dumb headed girl that parents wish their children never turn into. Unfortunately for me, this was not true. Candy held a rather short and aggressive personality that usually resulted in tears running down my cheeks and a red bottom.
"Katieee! How are youuu!" she beamed, stretching the ends of her words as if it was a malleable thing.
"I'm good Ms. Candace."
"So formal!" she said, each syllable almost bouncing. Her hand reached towards my bottom, her long fingers groping the rear of my diaper. "You're all dry! Good job Kaitlyn!"
"Thank you." I try to say without grumbling.
My cheeks crawl up to the ceiling as she squats down, her eyes fixated on my sesame street diaper. Her hand works it's way down, rustling the paper like material. I try to hide the growing redness against my face as her finger slips inside, brushing against my parts. I'm unable to stifle a soft "mmf," that shoots out of my chest when she pulls her finger out.
I hate how long she makes diaper checks, but finally, her investigation ends. "Kaitlyn, did you know when the little lines on your diaper turn blue, it means you've had an accident?"
"Yes ma'am.."
"and do you know what having an accident means?"
I stare at the veins in the drywall ahead for a second, not wanting to awnser her. "It means I couldn't hold it and went pee-pee."
"That's right, and girls your age usually don't have accidents do they."
"No ma'am."
"I think you're getting a little old for diaper checks honey. So we are going to do things a little differently tonight." Candy searches through her bad, before finally taking out a sharpie. Unfortunately, the bulk of my diaper gives her plenty of space to write out what she wants. Soon after, she takes my hand and leads me to the mirror of my nursery.
"Okay honey, I know it's backwards but try to tell me what your diapee says."
I choke back when I see it. "I... am not a potty pants."
"Good girl," she says in a plain tone. "Now I'm gonna take a picture and send it to your mommy before I put you to bed, and we are gonna see if your diaper stays the same, or if I have to put a big cross through 'not.'"
"y-yes maam.."
I hate going to the potty. I know how to use the toilet but mommy makes such a big deal out of it. If I don't have to go she'll make me sit on it, and talk to me about how to use the potty, but when I do have to go she takes forever to actually let me sit down; and right now I am at the brink of wetting myself. "Okay sweetie, we're in the restroom now. Do you know what we're going to do next?" She says as if talking to an actual two year old. I clench my body, carefully trying not to let go. "Use the toilet." I squeak out. "Ah-ah. No baby, we're going to use the potty! Mommy is going to take your jeans off, then we'll pull down your little trainers, and then we can go potty! Now what's my little princess going to do in the potty?" Trying too suck my entire stomach in to keep my bladder from soaking the stupid sofia pullup, I practically yell out "TINKLE!" Which is met with a coo'ing "good girl!" I plant my feet as hard as I can on the cold tile floor as mommy reaches for my jeans, delicately unbuttoning them. Staying still for this proves too be a mistake, holding it for way too long, combined with her fingers gently pressing against my stomach, it's all too much. I don't realize it at first, Mommy gently saying "Kaitlyn," as if she's dissapointed, and the feeling of something warm running down my legs leads me to look down. In horror I recognize just what moms taking out of the "potty emergency" box to deal with. A completely soaked pair of pull-ups that's somehow still leaking out urine.
"Mom, seriously? Do you have to check my diapers like I'm a toddler?" I grumbled. It hadn't been long since mom had made me wear these. I knew I had an accident waiting in line but she was completely overreacting. "Evidently I do.." she trailed off as she pulled my pants back up "you're still dry, good girl!" She coo'd, patting my bum as if I was a child. "Mom seriously, knock it off! I don't need you to do this for me." "Honey I don't think that's true. Do you remember when you tried to change yourself last time? And you leaked all over my nice floors? We had to get the carpet replaced," she tutted. "Mom I was twelve, and-" "and back then you said you were too old for diapers, which is the same thing you said when I put you in them yesterday." My throat choked up, I wanted to say something but there was nothing I could think of. The only reason I didn't know how to change myself was because she wouldn't teach me how. "Now if you're done pouting, why don't we get some lunch?"
"Honey your wet again? I just changed you. You can sit in it for a bit."
"You want a diaper change baby? Mommy is busy right now. maybe later, okay?"
"You've sat in far worse than a wet diaper. I think you'll be okay waiting for a change."
"Do you think diapers grow on trees? We're trying to make our pack last until the weekend. I'll change you if you need it, not when you want it."
You tentatively looked up at your mommy, who was smiling and holding her phone's camera to you. You were dressed in nothing but a thick diaper with elmo and his friends printed on it, visible for the whole world to see, or just your mom's YouTube. "Thank you got tuning in too watch our latest diaper review! Today pampers sent us their new sesame street SecureSeal diapers! First thoughts, I really love how secure they feel, they definetly have a tight fit and some extra bulk to them. They're also very soft so your little one will love them too. Katie what do you think of it?" You didn't want to reply. You hated being in these videos, but you had no choice. You knew the consequences of not being easy for mommy. "I... like how soft they are.. and the elmo." Mommy smiled at you. "So, were going to test out a few things that I know your already wondering. How big of a mess do they hold, and how long your little one can stay in them." She flipped the phone back towards you. "Katie, mommy needs you to be her little helper. I need you to make biiiiig pushies in your diapee." Your heart clenched in fear. There's no way she seriously just asked you to just.. mess yourself. In a somewhat shocked tone she replied too your inaction. "Kaitlyn! I don't see you making pushies! We don't have all day baby. If you can't do it mommy will give you some castor oil to hurry you up." Your heart lurched into your stomach. Willingly shit yourself, or get fed castor oil and do it anyways, although with a bit more of a stomach ache. You shuddered from remembering the last time mommy gave you that vile concoction. Your knees shaking, you sat up a bit and squatted. You needed to hold back your tears, knowing that about one hundred thousand or so people were going to watch you grunting and squatting into diapers that looked like they were made for an infant. Worse yet, they were going to watch this.. a blush overcame your pouting face. You clench and push, trying to get an unwilling and unwanted lump into your pants. It was hard to get going but you never had much control in the first place. Your stomach groaned as you pushed it all out. You could tell mommy was trying not to laugh at you. Your diaper sagged down, gathering between your thighs. You were fighting back tears, trying not to cry as the warm mess settled into your pampers. "So, as you can see SecureSeal is absorbent enough to handle the toughest messes. We're going to come back in a few hours to see how it holds up over time, so make sure to like and subscribe for part two!"
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You tentatively looked up at your mommy, who was smiling and holding her phone's camera to you. You were dressed in nothing but a thick diaper with elmo and his friends printed on it, visible for the whole world to see, or just your mom's YouTube. "Thank you got tuning in too watch our latest diaper review! Today pampers sent us their new sesame street SecureSeal diapers! First thoughts, I really love how secure they feel, they definetly have a tight fit and some extra bulk to them. They're also very soft so your little one will love them too. Katie what do you think of it?" You didn't want to reply. You hated being in these videos, but you had no choice. You knew the consequences of not being easy for mommy. "I... like how soft they are.. and the elmo." Mommy smiled at you. "So, were going to test out a few things that I know your already wondering. How big of a mess do they hold, and how long your little one can stay in them." She flipped the phone back towards you. "Katie, mommy needs you to be her little helper. I need you to make biiiiig pushies in your diapee." Your heart clenched in fear. There's no way she seriously just asked you to just.. mess yourself. In a somewhat shocked tone she replied too your inaction. "Kaitlyn! I don't see you making pushies! We don't have all day baby. If you can't do it mommy will give you some castor oil to hurry you up." Your heart lurched into your stomach. Willingly shit yourself, or get fed castor oil and do it anyways, although with a bit more of a stomach ache. You shuddered from remembering the last time mommy gave you that vile concoction. Your knees shaking, you sat up a bit and squatted. You needed to hold back your tears, knowing that about one hundred thousand or so people were going to watch you grunting and squatting into diapers that looked like they were made for an infant. Worse yet, they were going to watch this.. a blush overcame your pouting face. You clench and push, trying to get an unwilling and unwanted lump into your pants. It was hard to get going but you never had much control in the first place. Your stomach groaned as you pushed it all out. You could tell mommy was trying not to laugh at you. Your diaper sagged down, gathering between your thighs. You were fighting back tears, trying not to cry as the warm mess settled into your pampers. "So, as you can see SecureSeal is absorbent enough to handle the toughest messes. We're going to come back in a few hours to see how it holds up over time, so make sure to like and subscribe for part two!"
Introducing Pampers Allstars. The new diapers for your daughter, including parents testimony!
"Kaitlyn's the perfect daughter. She's well behaved, listens to mommy, and doesn't fuss when playtime is over; But we've been struggling with something most Moms and their Littles can relate too, potty training.
We tried every tactic in the book. From a hopeful potty chart that slowly turned into a collection of frowny faces, to strategically placing a potty chair in the living room, which remained untouched. We even experimented with treats for successful attempts and spankings for accidents (and let's just say, Kaitlyn faced her fair share of those). But alas, progress eluded us.
That's why we made the switch to Pampers ultra thick daytime Allstars. Kaitlyn was hesitant at first and insisted that she was too old for baby diapers, but a quick figging and some corner time had her ready to make the switch from pull-ups to diapers. Now I don't have to worry about leaks or if her pull-up will sag after just one wetting. And while her old pants don't fit over her new diapers, Kaitlyn is now free to play without mama worrying about her having any leaks."
But enough talk about how moms feel. Littles love Pampers Allstars, and here's why.
Pros
1. Unrivaled Absorbency: Pampers Allstars Diapers are designed to handle even the heaviest accidents, providing unmatched protection and keeping you safe and secure.
2. Adorable Designs: Pampers Allstars features some of your favorite characters, princesses, Sesame Street, Dora, and more!
3. Peace of Mind: With our patented blowout barrier and extra absorbent material, you won't have to worry about any leaks or wet spots on your pants. Whether you're a princess puddlepants or stinkerbell, Pampers has got you covered.
Cons
1. Oops, Extra Cute: be ready for all of mommies friends to coo over you and take lots of photos. But hey, who said being adorable was a bad thing?
2. Super Secure Tapes: Those tapes have a surprise – they're strong! You'll need a grown-up's help to take them off. Good luck getting into any type of mischief!
3. Waddle-tastic: Okay, well admit it. It's hard walking in such thick diapers, especially after a few uses. If your used to diapers this is no biggie. But if you're just coming out of potty training, be prepared to need extra time getting to where you need to go.
4. Embarassing: Yep, we know that wearing diapers at your age can feel embarrassing. It makes you feel like you're a toddler, or worse... a baby. But than again, we'd say it's more embarrassing to have a lump in your jeans or a trickle running down your legs. At least with Pampers Allstars, you're protected from any potty mishaps.
