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[biggoofyguy]

Mmm no, no panties for this road trip. What if you have an accident? Let’s go ahead and get you in a diaper so we can get going

[mellowsadistic]

Mummy's Girl - Part 1

A sheltered young woman is sick of the babyish rules her mother makes her live under, not to mention the ever-present threat of diaper discipline. Kimmy wants to attend university, go out partying, and maybe even have a boyfriend, but will her mother ever let her out from under her thumb?

***

Kimmy hurried up to the front door as quickly and quietly as she could, praying her mother was preoccupied with something and wouldn’t notice her sneaking into the house so late – it was almost eight thirty in the evening, which meant it was past her bedtime. She tottered a little unsteadily up the drive, thanks in part to the half a dozen or so shots of vodka she’d had with her college friends at the bar after lectures. But there was another thing making her walk a little strangely; a thick pair of oversized Huggies pull-ups were pushing her thighs apart, and one of her hands was pressed urgently against her crotch as she fought desperately not to wet herself.

If it wasn’t for her babyish training pants and the childish clothes she was dressed in (a pale pink frock that could just barely pass for something a grown woman might wear), Kimmy would have looked the part of the archetypal blonde bombshell. As it was, her long golden hair looked more cute than sexy in braided pigtails, and her generous chest was hidden, crammed inside her tight blouse. Her bright blue eyes, plump lips, and perfect complexion were model-like, but at present her features were scrunched up with the effort of holding her aching bladder.

Nevertheless, there was no doubt that Kimmy was a beautiful, fully-grown woman. Although the toddler’s pull-ups she wore instead of adult underwear didn’t make her feel that way, she was actually two or three years older than most of her peers at university. It was her mother’s doing, of course. Mrs Jones had decided on three separate occasions that her daughter ‘simply wasn’t mature enough’ to move on to the next school year, and had insisted she be held back – once in kindergarten, then twice over the course of primary school, making her much older than her classmates. But she’d been the only one still toddling off to the nurse’s office at breaktime for diaper changes. At least she’d kicked her pants-pooping habit by the time she’d moved on to secondary school, even if she did still have to contend with wet training pants on a regular basis.

Now, though, the age difference wasn’t nearly as important as it had been, and even her pee-pee issues had almost completely dried up. At long last, Kimmy was free in a way she’d never been before, free from the humiliation of being a grown woman who still went to the bathroom in her own pants. She only wished she could be free from her mother’s constant coddling as well. She’d been worried her mum wouldn’t allow her to go to college at all, but with enough badgering, she’d eventually relented – on the condition that Kimmy choose a local university, and live at home rather than at a dorm. Unfortunately, that meant dealing with the same rules she’d had since the age of six.

“What time do you call this, Kimmy?!” her mother thundered the moment Kimmy entered the house. “It’s past your bedtime, little girl! Where have you been?!”

Kimmy let out a whimper and felt the familiar sensation of her bladder letting go in her pants. Warm pee flooded into her pull-ups at once, accompanied by a faint hissing sound. It had been a feeble hope, but there was a small chance she could have slipped in without her mother noticing if she’d been taking a bath or something. But she ought to have known better; her mum had never once failed to catch her breaking a rule in all her life.

Apart from being a little plumper, Mrs Jones looked exactly like an aged-up version of her daughter; the same golden blonde hair, only tied up in a tight knot behind her head rather than arranged in childish pigtails, the same large breasts, though in her case her assets were proudly on display in a tastefully tempting, low-cut top, and the same crystal blue eyes and full lips, perhaps a little less pouty than her daughter’s, but painted a deep, sensuous red. The most dramatic difference between them were their expressions, however. While Kimmy looked shy and sweet, her mother gave off an impression of severity and self-confidence.

“I was just out with my friends, Mama…” Kimmy said meekly, pulling a face at the icky feeling of the heavy, pee-soaked pull-ups squishing against her skin.

Her mother sniffed the air suspiciously and her eyes flashed. “Have you been drinking, young lady?!”

“I’m twenty-two, Mama!” Kimmy whined petulantly, looking down at her feet. “I’m allowed to drink!”

“As long as you’re under my roof, that decision is up to me, Kimmy! You know your bladder can’t cope when you…” She paused, sniffing the air again. “Oh, Kimmy…” she said in a disappointed, threatening tone. “You didn’t…”

Kimmy’s bottom lip trembled and tears welled up in her eyes as her mother reached out and lifted up the hem of her frock, exposing the faded wetness indicators on the front of her sagging pull-ups.

“Soaked!” her mother announced, as she inspected the discoloured training pants between her daughter’s legs. “This is exactly why you shouldn’t be drinking, Kimmy! I told you this would happen! Mama is very cross with you, little lady! I’ve been trying my hardest to finally get you potty trained, and you insist on going out of your way to make it as difficult as possible! Maybe you’re not mature enough for college after all…”

“No!” Kimmy squealed, eyes widening in fear. “Please, Mama! It was just an accident!”

“Two-year-olds have accidents, Kimmy, not twenty-two-year-olds. Perhaps daycare will suit you better than university…”

“I’ll be good!” Kimmy said desperately. Tears were spilling down her cheeks. “Please, Mama! Don’t make me drop out! I can be a big girl, I promise! I even have a date tomorrow with a guy from my class!”

Her mother said nothing for a few seconds. Then she sighed. “Alright, Kimmy. But you still need to be disciplined. Are you going to be a good girl and accept your punishment?”

“Yes, Mama!” Kimmy said at once, even though her stomach was twisting uncomfortably at the thought of what her mother likely had in mind.

“Then come me with, baby.” She took her daughter’s hand and led her to her bedroom. Kimmy’s heart sank as she watched her approach the closet, open the doors, and bend down to reach what Kimmy knew was sitting at the bottom. A moment later she straightened up, holding in her hand one of the enormous, custom-ordered Pampers that she used for her go-to punishment – diaper discipline.

“Mama, please…” Kimmy whispered, her bright eyes fixed on the huge nappy.

“Three days in diapers, Kimmy,” her mother said briskly, walking over to the large changing table that still sat in the middle of the bedroom and patting the surface. “Hop up. You know the drill.”

Her feet felt like they were made of lead, but Kimmy dragged them over to the table obediently and hoisted herself up.

“Good girl,” her mother said, quickly getting to work stripping off her clothes. “You just lie still and Mama will have that naughty bottom back in nappies in no time!”

Kimmy covered her face with her hands so she wouldn’t be able to see as her mother ripped off her pissy pull-ups and slid the bulky diaper under her bottom in their place. But she could feel the cool tickle of the baby wipe as the pee was cleaned off her skin, and there was no blocking out her mother’s voice. “There you go, Kimmy,” she said, pulling thick padding up between her legs and taping it into place. “Now you can wet yourself as much as you want, just like a baby. Do you remember the rules?”

“No toilets,” said Kimmy quietly. “No asking for a change. No touching my diaper.”

“Good girl.”

Kimmy took her hands away from her face and swung herself down from the table. Her gait was spread wide; as always, the Pampers felt absurdly thick between her legs – big enough to hold a full day’s worth of a grown woman’s pee.

“Mama,” Kimmy said hesitantly, “maybe I could just use them for number one, and then when I need to-”

“You’ll poop in them too, Kimmy,” her mother said firmly. “A full nappy will help you appreciate how immature you acted.”

Kimmy screwed up her face and tried not to cry. Wetting herself was one thing, but dirtying her diaper always transported her back to those awful days of her childhood when she still had poopy accidents. She wanted more than anything to leave that phase of her life behind forever. “Yes, Mama…” she mumbled.

“Now, brush teeth and straight to bed young lady!” her mother ordered, delivering a firm smack to her bottom to send her on her way. “No dawdling, or you’ll have a red bottom under your nappy by the time I tuck you in!”

[boywhimpers]

did you make it in time? aww, it’s okay, you can tell us, we won’t make fun of you. you had an accident, didn’t you? come on, let me see…

oh, yeah, your pants are definitely a little darker there. is it noticeable? um… yes, it’s pretty obvious, i’m sorry. i think it’s getting a little bit bigger, too… are you still leaking on yourself a little bit? oops…

you guys are so mean! stop laughing at him, he probably couldn’t help it! look how red he is, he’s all embarrassed now… stop it haha, it’s not that funny!

oh man, that’s embarrassing. you’re not going to cry, are you? are you sure? you look really upset… is this a sensitive spot for you? it is, isn’t it? shh, it’s okay, we won’t tell anyone… it’s okay, happens to everyone… well okay not, everyone, but…

[hiddenbabygirl32]

You're so incredibly adorable in both how you describe your inner thoughts to your babying treatment and your physical reactions. Definitely love seeing the little clips you include. Any chance your daddy would allow you to share other little clips youve sent him of you being the naughty little girl you are? I have a feeling it makes you all the more blushy and squirmy.

Thank youuuuuuuuuuuu. Here's one of me asking my daddy permission to be a big girl and cum (wwwaahhhhh it's so embarassing having to divulge to daddy when I'm horny and want to make cummies)

ASKING PERMISSION:

She prides herself in the fact that she asks permission from no one…except for daddy.

“Daddy can I please make cummies today?” Her words muffled by her binky. She always has to ask.

Because daddy is in charge of her bottom and her princess parts. Daddy chooses her panties suited more for a 12 year old. But as he explained it she was more of his bratty preteen than his wife anyway. “You may be an adult to the world but with me you are just a paci sucking little girl. Understood?”

Daddy gives her a bedtime, puts her in timeout, and he even cleans up her bottom after cummies or tinkles and daddy decides when all of it happens.

So yes she does ask for permission from her daddy and her daddy only.

[tilda033]

I need a older man who can take care of me 🩵

[555-angel]

[randomaccount1988]

I am 37.

[555-angel]

first post!!

[womenarechildren]

“Alright, you’re all set. Now off to bed, it’s 7 pm already…”

[kayqueuetee]

I wet the bed this morning, so much for feeling like a big girl 😮‍💨

[maid-shaped-princess]

I wanna be unpotty trained so badly. I already have interoceptive issues, I make little piddles all the time. I want to just wear a diaper so I don't have to worry about it, but that's not enough. I want to erase any possibility of ever going without a diaper again. I want to really, truly need my diapers.

And I wanna be reminded of it too. Reminded that I completely and utterly failed at being a big girl, that I'm helpless to resist because I love my pampers and everyone knows it, and surely that means I belong in them. I didn't just fail potty training, it was a mistake to think I ever was in the first place. Nothing but a helpless little diaper girl from the start~

[princess-lizzy]

Mama had been making you tell her whenever you were going to use your diaper. At first it was humiliating, making you squat down and use your diapers in front of her while she coos praises to you. But the embarrassment left you weeks ago, it almost feels like a chore at this point. You never really understood why, but after she praises you for filling your diapers, you would hear it.

*Click*

Not too loud, but enough to be noticeable every time, coming from a little black button Mama wears around her wrist.

*Click*

The innocent sound started to work its way into your brain, now you expect to hear it any time you use your diapers.

*Click*

As you have many times before, you go to Mama to use your diapers. "Mama, I hafta-"

*Click*

In an instant your head is flooded with dopamine and your bladder lets go entirely despite your best efforts to make it stop. Mama lets out a satisfied hum as she watches the wetness indicator between your legs turn blue. All you can do is whimper as she showers you in more praise than ever~~

[diaperdiscipline-deactivated202]

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

[kayqueuetee]

All you have to do is change one single word. Instead of allowing your little to say "can you change my diaper" require them to ask "can you check my diaper"

All of a sudden they seem so much more helpless, they don't even know if they need a change or not. They just seem so unsure all of a sudden. Even if their intention is to get it changed you've turned a request into them asking for help and that is adorable.

[paddedtgirl]

Girlfriend who is so determined to get you into diapers she forcibly takes your potty training from you 😵‍💫 every night she pretends to go to sleep with you only to slink out of bed, coming back with a bowl of warm water. She puts your hand in it and watches as you wet the bed helplessly.

She wakes you up in the morning to show you what you’ve done and you promise her through tears it’s just a blip! “Aw baby, don’t worry! I’m sure it’s just a one off…” and here comes this but “but just in case maybe you should wear a pull up tonight?”

You don’t even question why she has pull ups just on hand but she talks you into it with that silver tongue of hers over the course of the day and you find yourself standing as she helps you into a pull up, sliding it up your hips as you stand there rethinking your life choices.

Rinse and repeat… she stands and watches as you wet your pull up, hand in the bowl again. Just as she hoped, your pull up overflows and you wet the bed anyway. This time, she wakes you up feigning concern as her lovely girlfriend is clearly a proper bedwetter now and she just must have you wear thicker padding tonight, no ifs or buts!

Again, you don’t question why she has a pack of adult diapers in the wardrobe, you’re just thankful that she’s so prepared for your accidents! Your girlfriend praises you as she tapes you, her adult partner, into a diaper! “Gosh you look so cute in this! You should totally wear these all the time!” She says as she presses a quick peck to your lips and helps you up.

She does this for months until you’re a genuine bed wetter, never waking up with a dry diaper ever again. At least you’re okay during the day right? Sure… until she starts adding those pills to your juice…

[boywhimpers]

aww. looks like you didn’t make it in time. again?

shut up! just- shut up.

aren’t you a little too old to be having accidents?

…

how old are you again?

don’t start-

answer me.

fine.

…oh, i see. so, a grown adult. we are way too old to still be peeing our pants, aren’t we?

look, it was just-

an accident?

…please don’t call it that.

we’ll call it what it is then. a glaringly obvious wet patch on your pants. or perhaps an embarrassing reminder that you couldn’t hold it in like a normal person. how does that sound?

…

[daddy-for-my-gf]

Crotch straps! 🤤

Can we talk about soft, padded crotch straps over diapers?? The way they pull the strap into your pussy, the constant reminder of no escape, and the constant arousal at its teasing hold.

Crotch straps on high chairs, in car seats, on straight jackets, on prams and push chairs. Daddy tells you they are there to keep you safe, but safe means ‘you can’t run away from Daddy’ safe means ‘you need your Daddy’ safe means ‘Daddy will never let you go, never let you grow up, always his big adult baby’ that he will love and care for, belittle, and ridicule….. such a cute pissy baby held tight by her cute soft straps……

[waffflecones]

Let's sleep in until noon. Your diaper will be soaked when you wake up but there's no time to change you. The cafe we love stops serving breakfast at 12:30 and last night I promised that we'd get you French toast in the morning. And Daddy always keeps his promises. You'll sit on the edge of the bed in nothing but your diaper and socks while I pick out a pair of overalls for you. They'll hide your diaper butt well--as long as you don't leak. We grab the keys and head out the door. Let's hope you don't have to wet again until we get home. I don't think that diaper of yours can handle another drop.