āAh yes, the suppositories you pushed into his bottom are finally working their magic. He wasnāt able to hold back as long as expected considering this is his first time.ā
āNurse Amy please keep taking detailed notes as he evacuates the bulk into his diaper. Weāll need to include a full description in our report. Iāll keep monitoring closely to evaluate his output ā his diaper is already bulging to contain it and heās only just begun. Yes, noticeable muffled noises from the diaper as he evacuates. I feel it expanding against my hand.ā
āIām going to reach down between his legs to monitor for urine evacuation. Oh wait, what is this I feel? It appears heās having quite a physical response in the front. Please note that down ā extreme involuntary excitement reaction during first diaper loadingā
āOh, hi there Ms. Peterson! Yes, heās been very well behaved, though itās a good thing we have our mandatory diaper policy here since he hasnāt made it to the big boy potty once today.ā
āI think you made the right decision dropping him off with us instead of bringing him to services ā itās just not fair to everyone else having him act up in church like he does. Heās much better suited for spending his Sundays in the daycare for now until he learns to be more mature.ā
āFeel free to call me if anything comes up while Iām out for the day. You know where the diapers and supplies are in his room if he needs a change.ā
āAnd remember to put him down for a nap at 2:30 even if he doesnt want to stop playing. Just tuck him into bed with his baby bottle and heāll fall asleep before you know it. And just a heads up that he usually has a dirty diaper during naptime so be ready for a change when you wake him upā
āAwww why is he crying? I thought you said he wanted to wear diapers again momā
āOh he does. Donāt mind him, he just gets a bit fussy when heās making poopies. Itās actually right on schedule ā always happens this time of morningā
āAwww poor thing. Does your tummy hurt? Itās ok to to push it out and make it feel better. Donāt worry about us being here. Mom told us you asked if you could wear diapers again so thereās nothing to hide.ā
āJust push and let all the pressure fill your pants. Youāll feel so much better.ā
āGive him some space Sarah. I know you just love your stepbrother and are trying to be supportive, but you just have to let nature take its course. Thereās really no need to fuss over him. Heāll be happy as a clam again in a few minutes once his pamper is full.ā
āMom, doesnāt he have to start college again in a few weeks? How is he going to do that if heās so used to this routine?ā
āWell Iāve been thinking that over as well and think it may be best for him if he has a gap year or two to stay home and finally just fully get the attention and care heās always secretly wanted. I think this routine is much better suited for him for now.ā
āAwww why is he crying? I thought you said he wanted to wear diapers again momā
āOh he does. Donāt mind him, he just gets a bit fussy when heās making poopies. Itās actually right on schedule ā always happens this time of morningā
āAwww poor thing. Does your tummy hurt? Itās ok to to push it out and make it feel better. Donāt worry about us being here. Mom told us you asked if you could wear diapers again so thereās nothing to hide.ā
āJust push and let all the pressure fill your pants. Youāll feel so much better.ā
āGive him some space Sarah. I know you just love your stepbrother and are trying to be supportive, but you just have to let nature take its course. Thereās really no need to fuss over him. Heāll be happy as a clam again in a few minutes once his pamper is full.ā
āMom, doesnāt he have to start college again in a few weeks? How is he going to do that if heās so used to this routine?ā
āWell Iāve been thinking that over as well and think it may be best for him if he has a gap year or two to stay home and finally just fully get the attention and care heās always secretly wanted. I think this routine is much better suited for him for now.ā
Sunlight spilled into the nursery like golden syrup, making everything feel soft and warm. The pastel walls glowed gently, and the mobile above the crib spun lazily with planets and stars dancing in slow motion. Oli stirred beneath his blankie, the one with the satin edge he loved to rub between his fingers. Harvey the hippo was tucked close under his chin, and his paci bobbed gently with each sleepy suckle.
His nappy was warm and heavy between his legs...a squishy, soggy squelch that made him feel small and safe. He let out a soft coo, wriggling a little but not wanting to leave his cozy cocoon just yet.
Then came the creak of the nursery door, followed by soft footsteps and the familiar scent of lavender lotion and baby powder. Mummy Koko was here. Her voice was like a lullaby. āGood morning, my precious baby,ā she whispered as she leaned over the bars, brushing back his hair and planting warm kisses all over his sleepy forehead.
āDid you have nice dreams, honey bun?ā she asked, sliding the crib rail down and slipping her arms around him. She rubbed his tummy in slow, gentle circles, then reached into his nappy with two fingers. Her voice turned teasing and sing songy: āOhhh, someoneās had a very busy night!ā
Oli blushed and buried his face against her shoulder as she lifted him into her arms. The squish of his nappy was unmistakable against her hip, but she didnāt mind one bit. āLetās get you all fresh and cozy before we have snuggles and milkies, hmm?ā
She laid him down on the padded changing table, singing softly as she undid the tapes with practiced ease. āMy soggy little stinker,ā she cooed, lifting his legs and wiping him gently. The fresh nappy was thick and crinkly, and once she taped it up snug, she blew a raspberry on his tummy that made him giggle and squirm.
Bundled back into his soft footie jammies, Oli was scooped into her arms again and brought to the big rocking chair in the corner. She settled in, tucking him to her chest and lifting her shirt to nurse him slowly and lovingly.
He sighed against her skin, warm milk filling his tummy while her hand stroked his hair. The whole world melted away in that moment..just his heartbeat, her warmth, and the perfect start to a perfect baby day.
The last few weeks had been pure, unexpected bliss.
A few months ago, you finally managed to admit your ABDL kinks to your wife.
It did not go well.
āSo let me get this straight. You, ostensibly an adult man, want to not only wear diapers, but have me treat you like a baby? And youāre serious?ā
Needless to say, you did not bring it up again.
After a few awkward weeks, however, it seemed to be forgotten, and your relationship seemed to get back to normal. Both of you pretended that the conversation never happened.
Which is why you were so surprised the night you got home from work and found her waiting along with cases of diapers, onesies, and more accessories than you could have ever imagined.
āAwwww, are you surprised to see all this, baby? Good! At first I thought it was just soā¦pathetic. But Iāve done a lot of research and think this is perfect for us!ā
You couldnāt believe your ears.
It didnāt take long to see just how thorough her research must have been. She hadnāt just bought every ABDL item she could findāshe had fully immersed herself in the kink.
āI need you to understand one thing, baby. If this is what you want, then you will fully commit. This wonāt be something that happens when it suits you. Itās all or nothing.ā
She continued, āYou will be diapered 24/7. No exceptions. At home you will have no more rights than a baby. You can wear big boy clothes in public over your diaper, but I will check and change your diaper when I see fit. Got it?ā
How could you say no?
She was a natural. A perfect mix of loving Mommy and firm domme. Caring and attentive, yet unrelenting and uncompromising. She was unambiguously in control.
And it was better than any fantasy you ever imagined.
Which brings us to today.
Mommy just fed you your lunch: a large bowl of oatmeal with sliced strawberries and bananas, followed by two jars of pureed prunes.
As usual, you were doing your post-lunch tummy time on your oversized Winnie the Pooh blanket in nothing but your Rugrats t-shirt and comically soggy Little Kings diaper.
Of course, Mommy knew you were due for a change. She wasnāt blind. But she knew her little one was extremely regularāespecially after eating those prunes.
Sheād change you once you made your afternoon poopoo.
The first wave of cramps hit seconds before the doorbell rang.
You looked up in panic; youād be immediately obvious to anyone at the door.
Yet Mommy completely ignored your terrified squeals from behind your paci, heading straight for the door.
You watched in horror as the door opened. It seemed to happen in slow motion, slowly and inevitably.
āHey girls! Come on in!ā
Nothing could have prepared you for this.
Standing in the doorway were Mommyās two best friends, Lauren and Mary, smiling from ear to ear.
Looking right at you.
Utterly exposed.
You instinctively try to cover your diaper in an admittedly adorable, yet wholly futile attempt to preserve your dignity.
As if that was even possible.
Your bulging, yellow diaper was merely one aspect of the humiliating, infantile menagerie before them.
āOh! My! Gosh! Fiona! Heās adorable!ā Lauren squealed in delight, walking straight toward you, āHeās even cuter than you described! And that diapie? Ahhh, I canāt!ā
They knew about this?
Mary followed right behind Lauren. āLikeā¦he even actually looks like a baby! Justā¦bigger.ā
The three women surround you, looking down at the red-faced baby too stunned to speak.
You canāt believe Mommy told them!
āTold you youād love him!ā Mommy says with pride, āHe just belongs in babyhood!ā
Mary laughs. āI know Lauren thinks so. Remember that fight before your wedding?ā
āCan you believe I actually argued this sweet little boy was a man?ā Mommy says quickly, noticing Laurenās hesitation, āBut you were right all along!ā
āWell, I still shouldnāt have said all those things at the Bach party. It was way out of line.ā
Mommy waves a hand dismissively. āYou were just being a good friend. I wasnāt ready to hear it, yet. Good friends tell hard truths.ā
Your eyes go wide in fear as a strong wave of cramps hits you. A tiny whimper escapes your mouth.
You look at the women, praying theyāre too distracted to have heard you.
āWhatās wrong little guy?ā Mary asks softly, kneeling down, āWhat are you whimpering about, hmm?ā
Mommy flashes a knowing, devious grin.
āUt oh! Does Mommyās little baby have an icky tummy? Is someone gonna make poopoo in his diapie for us?ā
āAhhh! He even makes the same poopy face as actual babies!ā Lauren squeals, tickling your tummy, āGo on, baby. You donāt have to be embarrassed! Babies like you go poopie in their pampers!ā
Your face burns in embarrassment. Or maybe from the effort of holding it.
All you know is you cannot mess your diaper like this in front of them. Itās bad enough being seen like thisābut you wonāt give them the satisfaction of pooping your diaper.
āPoor baby, trying to hold it,ā Mary coos, āJust let go for us. We know youāre just a baby. Donāt pretend to be a big boy. Itās okay! Just push all your ickies into your diaper, and it will all be over.ā
āI think itās cute,ā Lauren giggles, āDoes he actually think if he holds it, we wonāt see him as a baby? Well, kiddo, about thatā¦nobody will ever see you as an adult ever again. Besides, weāre going to be here all night babysitting you. Weāll see your stinky tushie sooner or later!ā
Theyāre babysitting you tonight?
Lauren sees the look of confusion on your face. āOh, does he not know we're babysitting him, Fiona?ā
The thought distracts you from your cramps, forcing out a loud, bubbly toot followed by a small amount of mess.
āGood job, baby!ā Mary says encouragingly, āYou can do it!ā
Mommy just smiles.
āWhy would I tell a baby my plans? What Mommy does in her free time is of no concern for him, is it baby? All he needs to worry about is when heāll be changed.ā
Mommy is planning on going somewhere?
Another grumbly toot trumpets into your diaper. You grunt as you push warm mush into your diaper.
Despite the overwhelming humiliation of losing the battle in front of Mommyās friends, youāre more concerned about Mommy leaving you.
āI think the baby is finally making pushies!ā Mary shouts, āIs that bulge in your diapie poopie, baby? Yes it is! Yes it is!ā
Lauren slides your pacifier into your mouth between grunts. āHere, sweetie. Suckle on your paci while you go poopoo.ā
Mommy stands up. āDo you two mind watching him for a bit while I shower? Heāll probably be going for a while. Prunes go straight through him.ā
āNot at all, Fiona! Youāve been excited for this date since you put him back in diapers!ā
No. No. No! Mommy is going on a date?
You look at Mommy, who doesnāt have even the slightest trace of shame. If anything, she looks more radiant than usual.
āThanks, girls. Iāll show you how to change him when I get back.ā
Your attempt to get up and follow her are foiled by another large cramp. Instead of following your wife, you push another round of mush into your diaper.
āOh, honey!ā Mary coos, rubbing your hair and rattling a toy for you, āMommy will be back in a bit, I promise. Are you almost done pushing?ā
You hate the way Mary talks to you.
She knows why youāre upsetāyouāre not an actual baby!
Your wife and her friends are casually talking about her going on a date with someone named Mark, but Mary has the audacity to make it seem like itās because youāre an infant with separation anxiety?
āSweetie pie, what did you expect?ā Lauren chides, āI mean, look at you! Youāre pooping your diaper during tummy time! Do you really think your Mommyāor any womanāwould ever want to be with you after that?ā
You want to argue but can't bring yourself to look her in the eye.
āBaby, you made your choice. This is what you wanted. You gave up your adulthood to be pampered by your Mommy. Youāre a babyānot a husband. So guess what? Your Mommy has needs babies canāt satisfy.ā
Tears well in your eyes.
āAww, donāt cry, honey,ā Mary says as she wipes the tears from your eyes. āBe nice to him, Lauren. He canāt help it! Heās just a baby!ā
āI think you have a soft spot for the baby, Mary,ā Lauren teases, āYou just love helpless things.ā
āGuilty. And whatās more helpless than a baby in a poopy diaper? Poor thing, you should never have been allowed to grow up, huh, kiddo? Donāt you fuss about Mommy. She loves you very, very much, okay?ā
You look into Maryās eyes. To your surprise, you donāt find a hint of mockeryāonly authentic concern and affection.
And for some reason, that makes everything worse.
Lauren may taunt and tease you, but at least sheās recognizing youāre an adult when she does. Unlike Mary.
Mary genuinely sees you as a baby; that much is clear.
You squirm at the realization. You passed the point of no return.
This isnāt a game anymore. Itās not a fun role play between you and your wife.
This is your life.
āYou look stunning!ā Lauren shouts when she sees Mommy come back into the room in a red dress you had never seen before.
Lauren wasnāt lying. If anything she was underselling how beautiful your wife looked.
She looked so good you forgot about your rapidly cooling messy diaper. You forgot her friends were here to babysit you.
Forgot she was your Mommy.
For the first time since her friends arrived, you found your voice. āBabe, you look amazing!ā
āAwww, youāre so sweet, little one,ā Mommy says before dramatically sniffing the air, āBut Mommy is more concerned about your stinky bum. Babies get diaper changes, not dates, silly!ā
āHe definitely needs a changie! Such a stinky boy!ā Mary adds unhelpfully.
The momentary bliss fades away as you remember youāre about to have your poopy diaper changed.
You stare longingly at your Mommy in her dress as she grabs your diaper bag.
āNo, no, we got this, Fiona. That dress shouldnāt be anywhere near a poopy diaper,ā Mary assures her.
āAre you sure?ā
āYour baby is in good hands. Youāre off the clock. Go have fun with Mark.ā
You pretend you donāt see her wink.
āUgh, thank you! You guys are the best!ā she says before turning to you, āYou behave for your babysitters, honey. Iāll see you in the morning. I love you, sweetie!ā
She blows you a kiss as she walks out the door, leaving you with a poopy diaper in desperate need of a change.
āAlright, mister,ā Mary says patting your diaper, āLetās get you out of that icky diapie so we can play!ā
The way Lauren laughs sends shivers down your spine.
āWeāre going to have so much fun getting to know the real you, baby!ā
Awww, is my baby worried that he might be a sissy?
Umm, yeah. š¬
Awww. Tell you what. How about we call you baby girl? Oh, I know. Youāre usually a big boy, arenāt you? Yes, a big, strong boy. But sometimes you just need to retreat from big-boy town and be the prissy little princess in Sissy Town! Isnāt that right?
I feel soā¦ funny about thisā¦
Hmm, well, honey, you just let go of all your worries and let your little-girl feelings take over. You didnāt seem to mind wearing my sisterās underwear. Remember? The ones youād been stealing from her for the last few years.
I told you I was sorry!
I know, but it was really embarrassing for me to learn that my husband is a panty thiefā¦ from my little sister! Thatās why I got you your own feminine things. And since you seem so interested in my younger sisterās undies, I thought maybe for your contrition I should take you outside your comfort zone and go even younger than that. A lot younger! And now look at youā¦ wearing a poofy, gauzy, slippery, pink baby dress, a pink diaper and a pair of shiny, noisy plastic pants adorned with little ruffles and bows! But it doesnāt appear to have caused you any discomfort. In fact, I think you like it.
Wellā¦
It was the most absurdly sissy outfit I could find. You must be feeling pretty girly right now.
Uhh, no! Well, maybe a little bitā¦
Just a little bit huh? And your tights, and patent leather shoesā¦ and that big pink satin bow in your hair! Everything just screams, āIām a swishy little fairy baby girl.ā You feel it, I know you do. You feel so cute and girly, but at the same time so shamefully sissy. Youāre feeling hot with shame, yet hot to trot!
Uhh, but I think it might be tooā
And now, here you are, feeling so baby, in a diaper thatās already a bit soggy, but now something else has entered the picture. You really need to go number two! I can tell because youāre squirmy. Which means youāre rather uncomfortable, arenāt you? Baby girl needs to relieve herself!
Yeah, but not in my diaper. Please. Itāll be soā¦ awkward.
Yes, but awkward makes for good learning experiences. Maybe you will learn some self-control, although I doubt it. You just grunt a little and pack your pampers. You know, even if you donāt go, youāre still a little sissy baby girl. So you might as well finish the job and do what little baby girls do, right? ļæ¼
Butā¦ Iām embarrassedā¦ š„ŗ
Donāt be shy. Mommyās right here. Just relax and look into Mommyās eyes and let go. I insist. And this way, my sister never has to know what you and I know about you pilfering her favorite panties.
Wellā¦ OK. š³
Look at me. Thatās it. Well, if you want to look at these, thatās fine. Nowā¦ just give a little pushā¦
OKā¦ š
Push! Yes, thatās it. Is it stuck?
It might be.
Do you need some medicine to help move things along?
No, no. I can do it. š
Iām sure you can. Just relax and accept your circumstances... and puuushā¦
OK. š
Oh, that was a good one. There you go. Keep pushing till itā¦ uh-oh! Looks like something is happening! Youāre breaking the logjam. and itās starting to emerge. Oh my, things sure are moving now. Yes. Holy moly! Thatās quite a load youāve packed in there. All done?
Yes, Mommy. š«£
I donāt mean to laugh, but your diaper is sticking out at such a crazy angle. I knew you had to go, but that is amazing. That must be a weekās worth in one fell swoop. How did you even manage to keep all that bottled up?
I donāt know. š
Nobody can deny what a pamper-packing sissy baby you are now. And something elseā¦ what is this? The front of your diaper is sticking out almost as much as the rear! Did somebody enjoy doing that for his Mommy?
Oh jeez. šµāš«
Ha ha, I can tell you did. Awww, I think itās cute that you got so excited. Pathetic, but cute. You want me to take care of that for you?
Uhhhā¦ Iā¦
Here, this wonāt take long. My sweet baby only needs a tug or two when heās all wound up from being a yucky baby girl. Now thenā¦ how about this? Isnāt this nice? Yes. Whoops! There you go. See? I told you it wouldnāt take long.
OK, Miss Potty Pants. Youāve done the diaper mess trifecta. Letās get you out of that diaper and get you cleaned up.
OK. Can I put my boy clothes on now?
Oh no honey, no boy clothes. Theyāre all gone. Now you get a fresh diaper, and your dress stays on. This is your new life from now on.
Wait, noā¦ pleaseā¦
You sure? You seemed to be having quite a good time. Letās put you in a nice, clean diaper so we can start fresh.
And I go back to being a boy tomorrow?
Probably not, but letās get you changed and reevaluate tomorrow. š¤
OK, sure.
This has to be the biggest diaper load of all time, babygirl. My goodness. And guess what! Mommy captured this whole thing on video.
Video? What? Why?
In case Mommy ever wants to show her sister, or your friends and family. Hey, maybe one of your friends will be interested in playing sissy diaper boys with you! Thereās nothing cuter than two sissy diaper boys trying to pretend theyāre straight. I bet Eddie would love to be sissy with you. Wouldnāt the two of you look sweet together in little sissy dresses and diapers? And you could hold hands and load your diapers together. Youād just love it, I know it. Should we ask him?
No, Mommy, no! Donāt say that!
All right then, you have to cooperate and be my good little girl from now on.
For how long?
Oh honey, itās forever. Got it?
Forever? Butā¦
Forever and ever. No more boy clothes. No more toilets.
So I wonāt ever be able to see my friends again?
Oh, I guess I can compromise. Maybe Iāll let you go out once a month with your friends. But you still have to wear a diaper under your boy clothes. Howās that?
Ugh!
Take it or leave it.
Well, OK.
You have to promise you will do as I say, or we will share your little secret.ļæ¼
OK, I will. I promise! š¢
Good girl. Now I need you to do one more thing for me.
Gosh, what now?
I need you to confess.
To confess?
Yes, tell Mommy you like doing this. Because you do, donāt you?
I donāt want to say that!
The camera is rolling, and you need to say it. Tell Mommy you like it. You have to say this was your idea and I just went along.
Thatās unfair!
Steven!
OK, OK, I like it.
No. Tell Mommy exactly what you like. All of it. Every detail. And I will edit the video until you say it right.
Ugh. I like dressing up like a baby girl.
And?
Andā¦ and going in my diaper.
Going what? Use your words. And then you have to describe what you like about the special treat I gave you for making a what in your diaper? You need to start at the beginning and tell me the whole thing and all the details of what you like. Say, āIām Steven, and Iām a sissy. My wife allows me to be a sissy and dress up like a baby girl, but I have to call her Mommy and use my diaper every day andā¦ā
Mommy, thatās too much! And you donāt let me do this, you make me do it!
You better do what I said.
Ok, fine.
Deep breath. Thatās it. Now tell everyone a little story about what a sissy you are and what you like. Make it sound like weāve been doing this for a long time.
OK. My name is Steven, and the truth is, Iām a sissy. I like dressing up like a baby girl. Itās the most swishy, sissy thing I can think of to do. My wife allows me to live out my dream of being a total sissy every day. She says I can call her Mommy and use my diaper just like a baby girl. Itās kind of embarrassing, but thatās the way I am. I like when she changes my diaper. I donāt want to be a real girl ā I prefer being a sissy instead. She knows how excited I get from being her baby girl and using my diaper, so sometimes she will give me a special treat after I fill the back of my diaper by making me squirt in the front of it. Thatās what I just did. I went number one and number two, and then Mommy helped me make a number three.
Perfect. Yes, this will be the only action you ever get.
Ever?
Yes, ever. Iāll have to find another guy to take care of my needs. So get a good look at these beauties. This is what youāll be missing. Oh, for heavenās sake. Looks like youāre already excited again. I think maybe this is your dream come true. Am I right?
Maybe. š¢ š„²
Awww, I feel kind of sorry for you. But glad to know it makes you happy. Maybe tonight Mommy can give you another special treat. By then your new diaper will be very wet. Would you like that?
