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29. Daddy. The Shores of Lake Erie.

[daisyslilworld]

Daddy wanted everyone to see what a big baby I really am…. 👶🏼🍼🧸

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Original content! Please don’t steal! ✨

[ghxstmouse]

How used to sleeping messy are you? What’s the longest you’ve gone without a change after messing?

Daddy use to make me have yuckies in my sleep when we didn’t switch years ago. That’s when I discovered I love taking enemas and a melatonin before bed. I’ve been in messy dips for at least 9 hours at a time. 😳

I really think I’m the princess of yuckies! 👑

[daddy-diapers-andspanks-deactiv]

Princess announcing the obvious 😭 I know babygirl. The sky is blue. Nothing else is new.

[crinklyfantasies]

Intro-cuck-tions (NSFW 18+)

Disclaimer: These are NOT my images. All credit belongs to @akinkycouple

The girl turned just as we opened the door. Her face was absolutely priceless. Dumb incomprehension quickly turned to a wonderful red shade of embarrassment.

"Uhhh, what?" My friend, Lindsey asked, echoing similar confused exclamations from Olivia and Trisha, the other two friends I'd invited over.

"What?" I asked feigning ignorance. "Oh, her." I said, following their confused stares. "That's just my maid. Don't mind her."

The girl somehow flushed an even deeper shade of red. The fat pink pacifier filling her mouth started bobbing as the distressed girl pathetically tried to soothe herself.

Ignoring the follow-up questions, I click-clacked away in my high heels to take a seat in one of the kitchen barstools. I set my purse on the counter and sighed. "Ugh, that feels so much better. These stupid heels have been killing me for like an hour," I complained.

"Seriously, Liz, who is this chick?" Olivia asked, not buying it and clearly annoyed by my evasive attitude. "And why is she sucking on a big ass pacifier?"

I shrugged. "Because she likes it. Oh, and her name is Bethany." I said, as if that explained everything.

"What do you mean she likes it?" Trisha asked. "Is she like, uhhh, slow or something?"

I laughed. "No, no nothing like that. I mean little Bethany here liiiikes it." I said in a sultry tone, staring directly at the shivering woman.

Lindsey gasped. "Wait, you mean like... like that kind of like?"

"You mean she gets off on this shit?" Olivia laughed, blunt as always.

We all turned to look as Bethany whimpered loudly. She was shifting from foot to foot, sucking so hard now that a soft "nuk-nuk" noise could be heard across the room.

I smiled. This was going even better than I'd hoped. "Take a wild guess."

"Ew," Lindsey said.

Trisha chimed in. "You still haven't told us who she is though."

"Yeah!" Olivia exclaimed. "Does Ryan know about her," she asked incredulously.

I laughed at that. As if there was any way my new fiance COULDN'T know about Bethany. "Oh, trust me, he knows all about Baby Bethany here, isn't that right, sweetie?"

The girl just shut her eyes and clutched at her frilly maid's dress, rooted in place.

"Ok, so what, she's like, your sex slave or something?"

"Oh, she wishes," I laughed. "No no, technically though, I guess she's kind of like Ryan's ex."

Bethany let out another whimper and sniffled loudly.

"This just keeps getting weirder," Lindsey murmured.

"Define 'kind of'", Trisha said, intrigued.

"Well, Ryan was dating her for like a year or something before he started working at my place. I mean obviously we hit it off on day one and he eventually comes up to me and asks for some “relationship advice” because little missy here was having some trouble keeping her panties dry.”

“That’s not true!”

We all turned to look at the source of the outburst. Bethany had removed her pacifier, face scrunched up in a frustrated frown. With the whole “baby maid” get-up, it was ridiculously cute.

“What was that, Baby Beth,” I purred, amused at this sudden spurt of defiance.

She hesitated, recognizing the trap in my tone. Not that it mattered. She and I both knew it was already far too late.

A series of nonsensical stutters and peeps escaped her lips as her little brain worked overtime. Again, adorable.

“Ohh, what’s wrong, Baby-boo? Are you trying to say something? What is it? It’s ok, you can tell us.”

My friends snickered. Even Lindsey was smiling.

The pathetic girl just stood there red faced and shivering like a leaf. She stuffed her pacifier back into her mouth and began to suck loudly. I wasn’t sure if it was for comfort, or, she was trying to placate me with a display of submission.

“Aww, the poor baby is shy. Is it because you need to go potty, hmm? Does Baby Bethy need to make wetsies?”

We all heard her desperate sob as she obeyed the implied command and lifted her dress. She’d been trained so well. I made a note to allow her some big girl time with her face between my legs later. We both deserved it, really.

We all watched as a small stain appeared in the white surface, slowly growing, creeping outward with the soft pattering sound of cucky pee hitting the padding.

The room erupted in derisive laughter.

“Good girl,” I exclaimed, clapping my hands like my pet had just accomplished some trick. Which, of course, she had. “Such a good baby. Isn’t my little Bethany such a good girl,” I asked, turning to the rest of the group.

“Oh absolutely!”

“I can’t believe she just did that. She’s older than me for fuck’s sake!”

“Aw. I feel kind of bad for her. Can… can I hug her? Is that weird?”

I grinned widely at the last remark. “No, no not at all. Of course you can! My hunny-bun loves being held. She loves being touched in general, actually. She’s really very needy. Aren’t you, sweetie?”

“y-*hic* y-yes, Mommy” came a soft, trembling voice.

Buxom and bold, Trisha immediately walked over and pulled the distraught girl into her arms. “You poor little thing. Shh. It’s ok.”

I watched with delight as Bethany’s face ended up mushed between Trisha’s breasts. I could literally see her baby cuck brain melting.

Emboldened by the other girl, Lindsey and Olivia rushed in, bombarding Bethany with questions.

“So do you like wear diapers all the time or something, or is it just like a home thing?”

“N-no…” Bethany squeaked out.

I laughed loudly and answered for her. “Don’t listen to that silly girl. The diapers ARE 24/7. Even in public. The floor and her car-seat would be in trouble if I gave her anything age-appropriate.”

Bethany cringed while the girls crowed with laughter. Even Trisha chuckled. “Silly girl, trying to lie when your Mommy is right there. You don’t have to fib around auntie Trish. You look so adorable in those diapers I’d be disappointed if you weren’t always padded.”

“So wait, does that mean she… y’know… goes like, number 2 in them too,” Olivia asked.

“Of course,” I said.

“Ewwwww,”

“OMG THAT’S HILARIOUS.”

“Wow, princess. I figured you were a little stinker but not THAT much of one.”

Bethany was trembling in Trisha’s arms now. It was a good thing we upgraded her to those extra thick overnight diapers with a stuffer during the day. It was easy to imagine how much extra work that diaper was now putting in to soak up everything dripping out of my pet’s denied cucky-cunt. 

“Seriously, why don’t you just use the bathroom like an adult? You’re so pathetic.”

“Do you like using your diapers? I bet you do, huh?”

“Shh, don’t listen to them, punkin. Have you gone boom-boom yet today? Do you need me to check?”

“Ew, don’t check her diaper. This slut will probably just get off on it! Why don’t we just spank this bitch instead?”

“Oh yeah she would tooootally get off on it. Isn’t that right, baby, huh? Idn’t dat wight?”

“Hmm. Looks pretty squishy but no stinkies, good girl. You tell me if you need to potty though, okay?”

“Why do you like fucking diapers so much? Can you even have sex like that?”

“She probably doesn’t haha!”

“Oh you poor thing. That’s gotta be rough. Do you want me to rub your diaper or something? Maybe go for a horsey ride on my leg?”

And that was the tipping point.

My friends stared in shock as Bethany let out a high-pitched whine and crumpled to the floor. The frills of her dress poofed up, exposing her smooth thighs and swollen crotch. A clear line of wetness trickled down one of her exposed thighs, beginning to make a small puddle on the floor.

I swooped in, planting my foot squarely on her crotch. “Bad girl! You know you’re only supposed to make cummies when Mommy and Daddy are watching.” I rubbed my heel back and forth as I scolded her, pushing the pissy padding into her over-sensitized pussy. “I’m so sorry about this,” I said, turning to my friends, who by now were giggling uproariously and snapping pics of the pathetic scene. “We should probably head back out now. I don’t want you all getting pee on your shoes.” I pressed my foot down harder, making Bethany shiver and moan and squeezing more wetness onto the floor.

With a few more pics and condescending words, the group filed out, eager to enjoy the night and tell everyone they could about the fascinating new story they’d just picked up.

I paused at the door to look back. Bethany was still on the ground, softly whimpering and rubbing between her legs. “Okay sweetie,” I said. “You have fun making squishies while the big girls are out at the club. Just make sure you clean up afterwards. If I smell even a little pee-pee in this room you’re going to be sleeping with a red bot-bot for the next week. See-ya!”

With that, I shut the door, already imaging the frantic cleaning that would follow when her touchy-time glow wore off. Poor girl. She was surrounded by the smell of her own helpless incontinence so much I doubt she’d even be able to tell if she avoided a spanking. Oh well. More fun for later. For one of us at least.

[little-minimouse]

Daddy wanted to see me sit down in my very yucky mushy diaper tonight. So of course I had to be a good girl and make a little video for him.🥰

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[little-minimouse]

Since going 24/7 , is it easier to mess your diaper than non 24/7?

Yes and no. Some days it’s extremely easy and I don’t even hold it at all. I just go whenever it doesn’t matter what I’m doing. I just lift my bottom up a little, push until I’m done then go back to what I was doing. If it’s in the middle of the night I just curl up a little bit on my side, push then go back to sleep until morning. For me the clean up process isn’t hard and the smell doesn’t bother me. I actually enjoy being a messy baby so I don’t change immediately after. But going potty in front of my Papa... that’s a completely different story. I get all embarrassed and try to hold it for as long as I can. Knowing that if I do this I’ll probably end up getting a enema.😅

[abdlbabybee-deactivated20230409]

2020 first poo poo diaper 🙈 I need a change please. Dont make me go like this to lunch please! ☺️😇

[diaperedmilf]

Come on baby. Your diaper is pretty wet. Daddy needs to put you in a more thick diaper. Don’t give daddy attitude or when you’re done, we will go back and daddy will give you a spanking and an enema.

[wittlebabycunt-deactivated20240]

Shh!!

[littlediapieprincess]

Sitting in my first messy and wet diapie in a long time! It’s nice to just relax with Daddy and Benny in my diapies without a care for potties and stuff ^.^

[eastcoastdaddy-deactivated20190]

Daddy was so mean.

Allowed in the bathroom, but couldn’t use it. Dancing and desperate, she was finally overpowered as a stinky mess filled her diaper.

The tears were immediate, and Daddy patted her sagging behind as she wept. “Good girl, cry out the big girl inside you. Let it all out. No more need to pretend and lie about being a helpless little baby. It is time you became the real you. No more big girl stuff or it is back over my knee for a spanking. Understand?”

“Yes.. D-Daddy… No more big g-girl… I will be good! I promise!”

[princessofpuddles-deactivated20]

Fantasising

I have a strong desire to be forced back into nappy/diaper and humiliated……….. but here’s the twist……… I’m very much in love with my daddy and heterosexual however that’s what makes this desire all the more desirable for me.

I want to be put into a nappy/diaper by another female, I just can’t get over the surge of excitement I feel when daddy whispers threats about it in my ear!!

I want to be forcibly stripped, laid down and put into a super thick nappy/diaper in front of my daddy and with a suppository inserted. I want to be restrained while I watch my daddy and apparent new mummy talking and flirting while trying not to uncontrollably mess myself.

I want to be dressed up as a little girl and shown around to all my friends so they can see I’m just a helpless little baby that needs her nappy/diaper, the more humiliation I feel the wetter I get!!

Now after writing this I’m super horny and wet so now I’m going to wake up daddy hoping he’ll notice and treat his baby girl accordingly hehe 😘😘

[littlegirluniversity-deactivate]

I wanna be spanked till I’m a sobbing mess and forced into a diaper

So if anyone feels like helping out, holla at ya girl

[sookie62-deactivated20230615]

[paddedprincesss]

Plastic pants instead of a change from daddy when you’re soaked and stinky 🤭💩

[dryknight]

😈

[diapersanonymous-deactivated201]

Lily’s First Time

Lily’s First Time

I smiled to myself as I watched Lily coloring a new page in the book I’d bought her. She was laying on her tummy on the living room floor, coloring away, her pig tails bouncing animatedly as she turned her head this way and that. Once in a while she would kick her feet back and forth in the air and as she did, I’d catch glimpses of the pink Aww So Cutes hidden beneath her dress.

This continued on for quite some time. I’d read a few pages from my book, then glance down and check on my little girl. At one point though, my sweet girl had stopped kicking her feet. I continued watching her for a minute before curiosity got the best of me.

“Come here for a minute baby girl.”

“Okay Daddy.”

Reluctantly she put down the color she was using, carefully scooted up to her knees, then scooched on her knees to the couch. The crinkling of her diapered bottom was sweet, sexy music to my ears.

“Lift up your dress for Daddy so he can check your diapers.”

Lily grabbed the skirt of her dress about half way down and lifted her hands up to her tummy exposing the soggy state of her Aww So Cutes. It was fairly obvious that a change was soon in order. I didn’t need her soiling her dress or the carpets. I reached down between her legs and gave the taut plastic a little squeeze confirming as much.

“Sweetheart, I think it’s past time to change your diaper. I don’t want a leaky little girl on my hands.”

She nods shyly, a smile creeping across her face. She really enjoys her changes. I hold my hand out for her to take and help her to her feet and we make our way to the bedroom where I keep all the pampering supplies.

Just as we pass the bathroom on the way to our bedroom, she stops and tenses up, and I having her hand, end up stopping too, rather abruptly.

“What’s the matter baby girl?”

Almost in a whisper Lily says, “Daddy… I, I need to potty.”

She’s doing everything in her power not to look at me, hoping I’ll understand her subtle hint. It takes me a second, and then it dawns on me. She’s never done ‘that’ in her diapers before.

I cannot blame her, it can be a messy endeavor, and so, though she has wanted to, she’s never done ‘that’ in her diapers during her solo playing. She put it off until she had a partner to help with the cleanup.

Well, there is no time like the present to have your dirty little desires realized right?

“Okay baby girl, Daddy will help you.”

She is so beautiful as the blush begins to rise in her cheeks.

Still holding her hand I lead her into the bathroom and sit on the edge of the bathtub adjacent from the toilet.

“Alright baby girl… Daddy knows you want to have the full diaper experience, so I’m going to help you with your first time, okay?”

We’ve talked about this and she knows exactly what’s going to happen, still, she feels the heat rise on her skin as she begins to blush more fully. She is so embarrassed by it all. It’s hot for both of us. Shyly, she nods instead of answering.

“Good girl!” I praise her. It only cements her babyish position, and what normally would be high praise just adds to the mortifying scenario.

“Okay, Daddy is going to sit you down on the potty with your diaper still on. That should be a little more familiar for you, and hopefully that will make it easier for you, your first time. Understand baby girl?”

She nods again and I lift the lid up, and have her pull her dress up above the waist of her diaper, and then set her down on the toilet seat.

Really, this doesn’t make anything easier. Actually quite the opposite. It’s much more for familiarity than anything else. As Lily sits her crinkly bottom on the seat, the diaper pulls tightly against her, leaving little room for what’s to come. I’m doing this knowingly, I have my reasons. I know that right now her heart is racing, she’s nervous and almost to the point of shaking, and every nerve ending in her body is on full alert. If she really wants to experience this, I’m going to give her as much bang for her buck as I can. What are Daddy’s for?

“Okay baby girl, go potty for Daddy.”

It’s hard to imagine the courage and trust it takes to perform such an act in front of someone. Most people would not consider pooping their pants voluntarily in a million years. She was not only doing so voluntarily, but in front of a new partner. To say it was a significant mental hurdle doesn’t do it justice. So naturally, I turned up the heat a little. She began to push and did what she could to avoid looking at me.

I grabbed her gently by the chin and turned her face toward mine. “Look at me baby girl. Look at Daddy.” She paused for a brief moment before she reluctantly met my eyes. There was no escaping or hiding from me. She was going to feel every bit of this, and she was going to feel it fully and directly, with me, and in the process, she would learn that her desires, no matter how dirty or shameful they felt, would not scare me away.

She took a deep breath and began to push again. It’s not an easy thing. The diaper pressing tightly against her, she had to work at it. With no room to expand outward, her diaper forced the mess up and down her bottom. Every inch of her skin felt on fire with sensory overload.

I cooed and encouraged my girl.

“That’s my baby girl, push it all out for Daddy. Load your diaper up for me. You’re such a good girl for Daddy…”

The praise for what she felt was such a naughty, dirty thing to do, kept the constant heat and color of embarrassment in her face. It was plenty humiliating to want to mess her diapers like some toddler. It was worse knowing that she was actually an adult doing something so childish. It was made worse yet by having to do such a thing in front of another adult, but then, adding insult to injury, to do it while sitting on the toilet, inches away from being the ‘normal’ adult, but CHOOSING to mess YOUR diaper instead… No, Lily would not forget her first experience, not ever.

Sweat actually began to bead across her forehead as she finished filling the seat of her soaked diaper.

“Are you finished baby girl?

“Yes Daddy, I’m done,” she whispers at me.

“You did it! I’m so proud of you baby girl!” I lean in and hug her tight, rubbing her back reassuringly. “Okay sweetheart, stand up and let me check your diaper. Show Daddy what a good job you did filling your crinkle panties!”

The fun with humiliation play is much like building tension in a story, you just keep throwing new levels of pressure at the protagonist, force them into new and unfamiliar situations and watch them bloom and blossom. My little girl was turning into the reddest of fire flowers if I was not mistaken.

Lily stood up off the toilet and as she did I watched her face as the mess in her diaper shifted with her movement. There was no way to hide or escape the sensation. The ever present condition of her diapers were a clear and constant reminder of the babyish act she had just willingly committed. She turned her back towards me and I instantly pulled her severely sagging diaper back up around her waist where it should have been. It appeared from behind her, as if she had winced slightly at the sudden sensation. I placed my hand on her bottom, cupping the mess in my hand, gently patting it. Her nerves were still acutely alert and she jumped a little the first time I patted the lump.

Not quite finished toying with her, I stood up off the edge of the bathtub. She chose now to be the first moment she voluntarily spoke since this little scene began.

“Daddy, I’m a stinky girl.”

I walked around and stood in front of her and wrinkled my nose at her with a playful grin dancing on my face. I grabbed her chin in my hand again.

“Yes you are, aren’t you?! That’s okay baby girl, you’re MY stinky girl, and Daddy loves you, and he’s very proud of you.”

I bent down and kissed her full on the lips and hugged her tightly.

“You were a very good girl“, I praised her once again. “Now, Daddy knows you’re stinky, Daddy knows you have a big mess in your diapers, and Daddy guesses that you would probably like to get changed right now…but…Daddy wants you to begin getting used to the way messy diapers feel. You’re my baby girl, and when Daddy puts you in diapers, Daddy wants you to use them like the baby girl you want to be, and the baby girl we both know you are.”

She nodded her head in agreement. We’d discussed this too.

I took her by the hand and led her out of the bathroom and back into the living room. I moved my book from earlier and sat down, and pulled her into my lap where she rested her head against my chest as she often loved to do. I nuzzled my head against the top of hers and we cuddled for a long while. Being the diaper lover I am, I couldn’t resist idly playing with her soaked, loaded diaper. She didn’t seem to mind. In fact, when I finally decided we needed to get her into a fresh diaper, she actually groaned at me for even suggesting moving from this position. I smiled at her again, kissed her forehead, gave her messy bottom a firm but friendly swat and pushed her towards her feet. Once more, I took her hand in mine, kissed it as well and walked my waddling diaper girl to the bedroom for a change. This time there was no detour.

Lily stood in the doorway as I laid out the changing supplies. I patted the bed where the adult sized changing pad had been spread out and she crawled to the center and rolled herself over into a laying position. I gave her a paci and handed her, her lamb stuffie. It’s one of her favorite for changing time because it rattles. She’s so adorable it nearly hurts.

While she’s occupied with her lamby, I tap her bottom and instinctually she lifts up as I push her dress up and out of the way. I tap her again and she lays right back down. She’s been such a good girl and I don’t dare waste an opportunity to reward such behavior. Besides, here’s a chance to tick another first off her list: cumming in her dirty diaper. I grab the hitachi and diligently bring my little girl two satisfying orgasms. She looks tired and ready for a nap now. That makes me happier still. I think after I get her all cleaned up and in a fresh diaper, I’ll lay her down. I sigh happily, rip open the tapes to her diaper and begin the arduous task of cleaning her dirty bottom. I don’t mind. She’s my baby girl and I am her Daddy, and that’s the way it is supposed to be…

The End.

Written by me: Diapers Anonymous © 3/16

[triple-padded-pampers]

Omg

[3yobbg]

…Sweet, and very well-written…well done!…

[diaperedlilgirl]

😳😳😳

[sshafer71]

[3yobbg]

“…Never mind that, ‘Pouty Face’…you seat that squishy little bottom of yours down in that crib right the heck now, or a certain little stinky someone is rather quickly going to be going on a non-refundable, one-way trip to ‘Spankiesville’, dirty diaper and all, understand?”