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[ameliemommy]

A Moment of Doubt

Photo-credit: @toreabdl The sun filters through the tent window, painting the seat in warm, golden streaks. I glance at him, my boy, sitting there in his colorful onesie, the soft crinkle of his fresh diaper barely audible. His fingers trace the fuzzy ear of his teddy, his lips moving in a silent conversation only the two of them understand. A pacifier bobs gently between his teeth, and his eyes are bright, alive in a way I’ve never seen them when he was buried in spreadsheets or lost in the weight of adult expectations.

For a second, my chest tightens. Did I take too much from him? The thought slithers in, unwelcome but persistent. His books, his job, his sharp mind... all of it traded for the simplicity of stuffed animals and the security of a thick, snug diaper. I stole his maturity, his independence, his potty training, even his ability to fall asleep without his plush bear tucked under his arm. Was it fair? Was it right?

I watch his thumb press into the teddy’s paw, his other hand patting his padded bottom absently, as if reassuring himself it’s still there. The guilt coils tighter. Maybe I should have let him choose. Maybe I should have given him a chance to find happiness on his own terms, as a "big boy."

But then he giggles. A real, unguarded sound, so pure it makes my throat ache. His whole body wiggles with delight as he points at something outside the window, his voice muffled around the pacifier. And just like that, the doubt dissolves.

I know, deep down, that he never would have found this joy on his own. Not like this. Not with the same unshakable, childlike wonder. The world was too heavy for him before, too full of expectations and exhaustion. And now? Now he’s light. Free. Happy in a way that feels almost sacred.

My fingers twitch toward him, itching to ruffle his hair, to pull him closer. This is where he belongs. This is where he’s meant to be. And if that makes me the villain in someone else’s story? So be it. Because in this moment, with the sun on his face and his heart so full it’s practically glowing, I know I made the right choice.

[pampersboysworld]

Undies are for grown ups, Babys wear Pampers...

I was washing some of my clothes, when babyboy came in. His diaper was clearly wet, he did the obvious "diaperwalk". ☺️

While i was washing one of my undies, babyboy looked at me with envy and said:

"Mooommy?!....um...i need to go pottys...But... but i can go to the big boys potty...i can do it! Please mommy, take my diaper off....pleeeease"

She looked him up and down, squished his soggy crotch and said:

"...doesn't look like you can make it to the potty in time, now do you?!" 😅

"I can mommy, i promise!"

"Yeah? Then why is your Pamper so squishy?"

He was nervous clearly and did the "potty dance", cause he had to go #2 so bad... 🤭

"...i really have to gooo mommy... pleeeease!"

"Well, thats ok babyboy, just let it go. Do what babys do. I will change you when i am done here"

"But....moooommy... I am a big boy, pleeease take this stupid diaper off and let me go to the bathroom like any other adult!"

"Huh? Stupid diaper? I told you a dozen times, NO SWEARING in my house!"

She was looking around searching for his binky...

"Come here, open your mouth!" She said in a decicive tone.

"By the way, you're nowhere near an adult! You're about to poop your Pampers, remember?!" 😈

She put his binky in his mouth and checked the back of his diaper by pulling the waistband...

*flapp*

"Nah, you're good baby, just do, what you got to do. And listen to me: NO more swearing, NO more complaints! I decide when or if it is time for you to wear big boys undies or not! And by now you clearly are not ready for big boys undies whatsoever!"

He was about to argue about that...

"Naaah, don't you dare taking your paci out!"

Kind of angry, he was turning around to search for a silent place, where he can make pushies in his diaper without beeing disturbed.... 😆

But mommy had other plans...

"Stop! Where do you wanna go, little stinker? Come back to mommy! As punishment for argueing with mommy, you'll poop your Pamper right in front of me."

"Noohooo....i don't want to..." he said.

"You don't want to, huh? Well, you just earned yourself 2 hours in your poopy Pampers then! Every discussion will earn you another hour in your poopy diaper! Don't you dare argueing with mommy again! That's what you get! Now show mommy how babys do their businesses! Right here!"

He seemed to be shocked about his punishment, trying to avoid eye contact with me while slowly squatting down... 😋

I continued making my laundry, enjoing that unique view 😂

"Turn around, baby" i said in a decicive tone.

"You're so mean Moooommmyyy..." he complained.

"Ah, and thats another hour in your squishy baby pants, Mister!"

He couldn't hold it back anymore... 🙈💩

Looking so cute with his pacifier, while making big pushies in his Pampers for mommy... 😂😋

"You know what? Since it is such a nice weather outside... Why don't we take a walk with your stroller, after i'm done here?!

I think he didn't even notice what i said while pooping his diaper...

When he was done, i again checked the back of his diaper.

I whispered in his ear: "Good boy! Well then, your four hour punishment begins now!"

He knew, that every moaning or argueing will result in another punishment, so he didnt even take his binky out...

I went into his room to get his stroller. While I was at it, I also packed a few diapers and his diaper-changing supplies. You never know...

"Come here Babybear, take a seat!"

I could tell by his looks, that he was not amused about having to sit in it with his diaper showing. But that's what you get when argueing with mommy... 😋

I fastened his stroller straps, placed the diaper bag in the bottom compartment, and off we went...

To not embaress him toooo much, i choose a route with not too many people around. But still, some were around...

Nevertheless, some people were looking at him in disbelief... Two women laughed as they came towards us and said:

"That's certainly the biggest baby i've ever seen. Hahaha, and look, he even has a diaper on! I really wonder why this is? Maybe he is disabled or something...?!

"Could well be... poor guy... Imagine not being able to go to the toilet on your own and always having to go in diapers at that age... Kinda humiliating..."

Do you think he actually uses them 24/7?

"Possibly, if he is incontinent or something..."

Quietly i answered to myself: "Of course, he has to..."😆

As they went by, they smiled at us... I didn't answer none of their questions at all, just smiling back.

I could hear one say "Did you see that, Felicy, his diaper was baby themed and clearly used...why would anyone do that?! He must be either disabled in some way or might like beeing babied..." The girls laughed

Again, i quietly replied to myself: "Yep, he is just a big baby..." 🤭

As we continued our walk, after some time i was checking his diaper again.

With my mommy voice i said: "Stand up little stinker, diapercheck"

He did as he was told. His Pampers was so full, that it could not handle another accident... Good thing mommy brought his diapers...

"Uh oh's, somebody needs changies!" 😋

He was looking at me in concern, he hates to get changed in public. But thats just what it is, when you're a baby and have soaked your diaper...

So i searched for a place to change him. After a while we entered a forest path, nothing but pure nature all around us. Well, almost...

"Oh look, there's a table, let's change your bum over there!"

Nervously he was looking around, searching for people... There was an older couple in the far, he was pointing at.

"But mommy, there's people, look!"

"Yeah?! Just take your binky and lay down, let mommy handle that"

"Nohooo mommy, pleeeease nooohoo!!!" He was so ashamed...

"Listen Babyboy, your diaper is soaked to the top! I don't mind if there are people, you need to get changed and that's what we'll do now!"

But since he had to still serve his Punishment, i pointed out:

"And don't you think your punishment is over - you still have over three hours left. I am afraid you'll have to serve it, when you make boomies in your Pamper again."

He was looking at me with his grumpy binky face, so cute, i just had to smile...☺️

"Nah nah, no half measures, baby, you will have to pay your punishment"

I couln't help but smile while unfolding a fresh diaper and pulling out some wipes. He was soooo messy... 🫣 No wonder, he had to sit in it for almost an hour...

When i wiped his bum, the older couple at the forrest path went by...

They looked at us in disbelief, most likely wondering what the f.... is happening here. 😂

Just a baby that gets his poopy Pampers changed, nothing too special. 🚼

I decided to put him in two diapers and added a stuffer on top, cause sometimes he just don't want to sit in his stroller anymore. With the thick padding between his legs i made sure, he can't walk normally and has to obey mommy. 😋

"All done, you're such a fresh baby now" i gave him a kiss on his belly and helped him to stand up"

He stood there, looked down at himself and begun to touch the thick Pamper i put him in...

"Remember baby, no touchies!" 😈

We continued our stroll and went back home after another hour...

[devipa-abdl]

Table of Contents

Welcome to the devipa literary universe. I write ABDL short stories that get a little spicy as a treat. My favorite stories hew close to real life, authentic and believable, and that's what I like to write.

In Progress, Active & Updating

Spellbound [M/f. Idiot guy fumbles a diapered baddie. You probably don't believe me but this is not biographical. At least the second part.] Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 Daycare, Goodnites [F/f. 'Big girl' goes back to daycare.] Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9 - End, Pt. 1 - End, Pt. 2

The Friend-sitter [F/f. Little bit of wearing, little bit of feels.] Part 1 (DA) - Part 2 (DA)

The Caring Machine [F/f. Diaper machine/automatic nursery vignettes.] Trial 1 (DA) - Trial 5

Forbidden Fruits [F/f. Role-reversal, age gap, slowish burn.] Part 1 - Part 2

Just Date Me? [F/f. Relationships are hard and sometimes there's diapers.] Part 1 (DA)

Completed, Probably

(unless somebody asks nicely for more then maybe i would accomodate i dunno) The Playdate [M/f x 2. A daddy-daddy-daughter-daughter double date.] Oneshot

I Don't Need a Babysitter! But... [F/f. Slow burn CG/L vibes into slow burn romance(?!).] Oneshot

Her 'Little' Plan [M/f, F/m. Role reversal. Early relationship romance.] Oneshot

Potty Buddies [F/f. Daycare role reversal & 'falling behind' younger kids.] Oneshot

Daycare Demotion [F/f. Slow regression with a little spice.] Oneshot

The Road Trip [F/m. Diapered road trip and whirlwind con weekend.] Oneshot (DA) Diapered in the Dorm [F/m, M/f/m. Experimental for me. Humiliation, non-con, probably cringe.] Oneshot (DA)

Technically Not Finished and People Keep Asking Me to Continue but I Kind of Don't Like Where It Is Right Now and It's Not Really What I Like to Write Anymore so My Motivation Is Low

The Nurserymaster's Apprentice [F/f. My first work, a magic realism diaper machine story.] Chapter 1 (DA) - There are 23 chapters on DA, not going to link them all here.

[bladderbrain-blog]

Given to the Lord of the Manor.

The meeting was sudden, wedding was swift, he rode in in his carriage as all the lord's and lady's do.

He found the pearl he wanted and took her to the church. The priest didn't object and the dowry to her family was handsome.

They were married in the sight of God and he sent his best house maids to her home to gather what little she would bring with her. He also sent her traveling clothes.

"Lay down, this will go fast if I do the work." The head maid said flatly. She complied, after all this was well beyond her world, she was married to a noble now.

Scrubbed clean by more hands than she could count her skin raw she laid on the bed nude as the day she was born.

Her bottom was lifted and she was succinctly diapered. A lace shirt was given to her and she put it on. It hid nothing.

"The lord does have his vices." The maid sighed. "At least we won't need to clean the carriage when you decide to pee yourself."

"Pee myself?" She sound incredulous.

"Its well known how filthy you country folk can be. Im just glad the lord had the foresight to put your but in pampers before taking you home."

Now greatly offended and embarrassed she fought back. "I am no child. I dont do that anymore!"

"It does not matter, you will be wearing them from now on as my lord has commanded. We will see if his mind can be changed or if we will just be changing you." Those we her final words as she snapped and left the room. The poor girl was headed out the door and her life left behind.

Paraded in front of the town and into the carriage l, their last memory of her would forever taint how she was viewed here. No longer the accomplished apothecary, she was now the diapered wife of a noble.

He smiled as she entered the large carriage, "Worry not, my dear, you will be given greater accommodation than you thought was possible, and your maid will make sure you are always clean and ready for me. Oh, what a future you have waiting."

The carriage began moving. The old was gone, the new was coming closer with each passing second.

And she really needed a pee...

[rakkamostlyspanks]

It was a lazy Saturday afternoon. Robbie was settled comfortably on the couch, beer in hand, fully absorbed in the football game. Down the hallway, his girlfriend Jackie was sound asleep in the bedroom, wearing nothing but an oversized soft t-shirt and a pair of simple white panties.

A loud knock at the door made Robbie pause the TV. When he opened it, Cindy stood there, looking anxious and holding up a phone bill.

“Robbie… we need to talk,” Cindy said, stepping inside. “This bill is $700. It’s from Jackie taking collect calls from her ex-husband in prison. I let her use my phone because she begged me… I didn’t realize how many times she was calling him.”

Robbie’s expression darkened as he scanned the bill. He glanced toward the bedroom, then back at Cindy. “Jackie’s still napping. She’s not waking up yet. But when she does… she’s getting a long, hard spanking. And you — you helped her hide this from me. If you want me to pay this entire bill, you’re going to take the exact same punishment. A real spanking that leaves you crying and embarrassed. No negotiating. Agree, and I’ll cover it. Refuse, and you can deal with it yourself.”

Cindy’s cheeks burned bright red. Oh god, this is humiliating… but I can’t afford $700, she thought. After a long, tense silence she whispered, “...Okay. I’ll take it.”

Robbie nodded. “Good. Both of you are getting spanked, diapered, and put in the corner.”

He went to the bedroom and gently but firmly woke Jackie. “Come on, baby. We need to have a talk.” Still half-asleep and confused, Jackie was led into the living room wearing only her oversized t-shirt and panties. Her eyes widened when she saw Cindy standing there nervously.

“Robbie, what’s going on?” Jackie asked, suddenly very awake.

Robbie sat down on the couch and explained everything. Jackie’s face went pale. He knows… I’m in so much trouble, she thought, her stomach twisting with dread.

Robbie pulled Jackie over his lap first. He lifted the hem of her big t-shirt, exposing her white panties. “You’ve been lying to me and talking to your ex behind my back. That stops today.” His hand came down hard and steady, spanking her panty-covered bottom with loud, stinging smacks. Jackie kicked her legs and whimpered. It stings so much… I’m so embarrassed Cindy is watching this, she thought as tears started to fall. Robbie spanked her thoroughly, scolding her the entire time until her bottom was bright pink and she was sobbing over his lap.

When he finished with Jackie, he motioned for Cindy. “Your turn.” Cindy’s heart pounded. I can’t believe I’m letting him do this… but I need that bill paid, she thought as she went over his lap. Robbie lifted her skirt and started spanking her firmly over her panties. Cindy gasped and squirmed. This is so humiliating… it hurts worse than I thought, she thought, tears quickly spilling down her cheeks as Robbie lectured her about enabling deceit.

After both women had been thoroughly spanked, Robbie stood them up. Their faces were flushed and tear-streaked. He brought out two thick adult diapers and laid them on the couch. “You both lied and acted like little girls, so now you’re going to be treated like little girls.” One by one he had them lie down, powdered them, and taped the diapers snugly around their hips while they blushed furiously.

Finally, he pointed to the corner. “Noses against the wall, hands on your heads. Diapers on full display. You’re staying there until I finish the game.”

Jackie and Cindy stood side by side in the corner, diapered bottoms on show, sniffling and shifting uncomfortably. Robbie smiled, unpaused the football game, and leaned back in peace.

[idranktoomuchwater]

Oh my god, are you serious? Mom just told me she had to put you back in diapers because you wet the bed again? For the second time this week? I can't believe this. Look at you, standing there with that stupid plastic crinkle every time you move. You're supposed to be older than me, and yet here you are, padded up like a toddler who can't control their own bladder. Wait until my friends hear about this, they're going to die laughing. How does it feel knowing you’ll be sleeping in Pampers tonight while I'm in my big girl bed? Maybe we should get you a pacifier too, since you clearly can't handle being a grown-up.

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[idranktoomuchwater]

This is the new normal from now on. I've got your diaper all laid out and taped up for you, so stop staring at it. Just step into it like a good boy and pull it up. Think of it like putting on a pair of my panties, if that helps you get your head around it… only these are about a hundred times thicker and way more humiliating. Don't worry, you'll get used to the crinkle. Now hurry up, I want those tapes snug before we sit down for dinner.

Great, good job!! Now, let's make sure it's nice and secure. I'm going to check the leg cuffs, we don't want any leaks, do we? There. Feel how thick it is between your legs? That’s because you need the extra protection. It’s a constant reminder of your place in this house. Now go stand in the corner for a while I finish up in here. I want you to get comfortable with the feeling before you have your bottle.

Over the next few weeks you can expect to learn what it really means to be my baby. You'll be in diapers 24/7, and I'll be the one checking them and changing you. We're going to replace your big boy drinks with bottles and sippy cups only. Your 'potty' from now on is whatever diaper you're wearing, so get used to using it whenever you feel the urge. And don't even think about pants; you'll be in onesies or just a t-shirt and your plastic pants from now on. This is your new life, so you'd better start accepting it.

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[idranktoomuchwater]

It started as a fun, forbidden thrill, watching hours of diaper hypnosis, whispering promises of permanent incontinence straight into her ears. The videos claimed that enough exposure would reprogram her body, and part of her desperately wanted to believe it was all fantasy, a kinky game with no real consequences.

She binged for weeks, headphones clamped tight, letting the suggestive whispers and rhythmic pulses wash over her until the idea felt less like a fetish and more like an inevitability.

Now you realize it wasn’t a game at all. The hypnosis worked too well. Your body doesn’t ask permission anymore; when it needs to go, it goes.

Now she lives with the result: a bladder that no longer obeys her. Every day is a race against her own body, stuffing herself into pastel pull-up diapers before heading out the door, trying to time every twinge and sudden urge so she can reach a toilet before everything gives way.

Now you are stuck hoping you can re-potty train yourself. You set alarms on your phone, trying to retrain your brain to recognize the signals your body has learned to ignore. You sit on the toilet every hour, whether you feel the urge or not, straining and concentrating, willing your body to remember what it’s like to control yourself. But more often than not, nothing happens, until ten minutes later, when you’re laying on your sofa or standing in line for coffee, and warmth spreads between your legs without any warning.

You carry a discreet diaper bag everywhere now, along with wipes and powder, just in case. The crinkle under your clothes is a constant reminder of what you’ve done to yourself. Sometimes you catch people looking at you funny when you shift in your seat or walk a little stiffly, do they know? Can they smell it? Every public outing is a test of endurance and shame.

And tonight, you will lay in bed with a thicker nighttime diaper securely taped around your hips, you wonder if this is just your life now, forever at the mercy of urges you deliberately erased from your control.

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[idranktoomuchwater]

You know, sometimes I stop and wonder if it’s a little weird. But then I think about it… really think about it. A fresh diaper is nice, sure. That soft, clean padding, all fluffed up and waiting. It feels secure and comfortable, like putting on your favorite pair of sweatpants.

But a used one? A warm, soiled diaper? That's where the real comfort is for me.

There's just something about it. The way it gets heavier, thicker between my legs. That first little squish when I sit down after wetting it, it’s like a little secret hug just for me. And as it gets more used, that feeling just gets better and better. It puffs out so much that my thighs have to push apart a little to accommodate it. Walking with that full, bulky weight swaying with each step… it’s incredibly grounding.

I love how the warmth spreads through the whole padding, this constant, soothing heat that just clings to my skin. It's a reminder of what I've done, a private little trophy of my own needs being met in the most basic way possible.

And changing? Oh, I really put these diapers to work before I even consider taking them off. A single use? Absolutely not. That’s barely getting started; you haven't even broken it in yet! Four uses? Please, that's still the breaking-in period. The magic really starts around the fifth or sixth time you add to it. By then, it’s sagging beautifully low on my hips when I stand up.

The plastic backing is stretched taut over all that absorbent pulp inside that’s now completely saturated and squishy mush from top to bottom and front to back.

Why would I ever want to give up this perfect cushion of warmth and weight for something cold and stiff and new? No thanks.

I'll stay right here in my perfectly broken-in throne until there’s genuinely no room left for anything more.

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[bigdiaperanna]

[ameliemommy]

Lights, Camera, Diaper

The email had been sitting in your inbox for three days. "Urgent Call: Pampers Men Commercial Casting." You’d laughed when Sarah first showed it to you, tossing your phone onto the couch like it was a joke. "Yeah, right. Like I’d ever do that." But she’d just smirked, her fingers already tapping away on her laptop, pulling up the details. "Babe, it’s five grand for a day’s work. And you’d be perfect for it."

You’d rolled your eyes. "Perfect for a diaper commercial? Really?"

Sarah had just grinned. "You’re hot, you’re confident, and you’ve got that whole ‘all-American jock’ thing going on. They want someone who looks like he’s never worn a diaper. Irony sells, baby."

You’d scoffed, but the number had stuck in your head. Five thousand dollars. That was rent for two months. A new set of weights for your home gym. A weekend in Vegas with the guys. And all you had to do was… this.

Now, standing under the blinding studio lights, the reality of it hits you like a sack of bricks. The diaper is thicker than you expected. Not just a thin pad, but a full, crinkling monstrosity that swallows your ass whole. The tape is snug, the leg holes tight around your thighs, and every time you shift, the plastic rustles like a damn announcement: "Look at me. I’m wearing a diaper."

The set is designed to look like a cozy living room, plush couch, a coffee table with a half-empty mug, a TV playing some generic sitcom in the background. But the real focus is the oversized baby blanket spread out on the floor, right in the center of the shot. Your spot. Your throne.

Sarah sits in a director’s chair, her legs crossed, a smirk playing on her lips. She’s loving this. You can tell. She’s the one who pushed for you to take the job, who drove you here this morning, who whispered "You’re gonna do great, baby" as they led you to wardrobe. And now she’s watching you like this is the most entertaining thing she’s ever seen.

The director, a no-nonsense woman in her fifties named Linda, claps her hands. "Alright, Jake. Let’s get you in position. We’re going for ‘relaxed.’ Like you’re at home, just lounging in your diaper. Natural. Comfortable."

You force a laugh. "Yeah, because that’s exactly how I spend my Sundays."

Linda doesn’t even crack a smile. "Just follow the script. You’ll do fine."

The script. Right. The script that involves you sitting on a blanket, bouncing your knees, and pretending like this is normal. Like any red-blooded American guy would choose to spend his afternoon in a diaper, sipping juice from a sippy cup.

The camera starts rolling. The voiceover begins, smooth and reassuring: "Tired of accidents getting in the way of your life? Pampers for Men: because even the strongest guys need a little extra protection."

You’re supposed to react—laugh, look embarrassed, then embrace it. So you do. You force a grin, shifting your weight from foot to foot, letting the diaper crinkle loudly under your shorts. The sound echoes in the studio, and you can feel the crew’s eyes on you. A few of them are trying not to laugh. One guy in the back is outright smirking.

"Cut!" Linda calls. "Jake, you look like you’re about to bolt for the door. We need happy. We need confident."

Sarah stands up, walking over to you. She presses a hand to your chest, her fingers tracing the hem of your shirt. "Babe, you’re tensing up. Relax. It’s just a diaper." She leans in, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Besides, it’s not like you’re the only one."

You raise an eyebrow. "What’s that supposed to mean?"

She smirks. "Haven’t you noticed? The world’s changing. Guys are starting to… accept things." She gestures vaguely around the studio. "Hell, I bet half the women here have a boyfriend or a husband who wears at least pull-ups now. It’s trendy."

You scoff. "Trendy? Since when?"

"Since now," she says, poking your chest. "Since companies realized there’s a market for it. Since women realized they like taking care of their men. Since guys like you realized it’s easier to just… let go."

You open your mouth to argue, but Linda cuts in. "Jake, we’re rolling again. This time, commit."

The second take is worse.

This time, they want you to sit. Not just stand there, shifting uncomfortably, but plop your ass down on that ridiculous blanket, legs splayed, the diaper on full display. You hesitate, but the script says to do it, so you lower yourself down, the padding squishing beneath you. The crinkle is deafening. The crew laughs. Your face burns.

The voiceover continues, "Pampers for Men: because real strength is knowing when to let go."

And then… it happens.

A warmth spreads through the padding, slow and inevitable. You freeze. No. No, no, no. But it’s too late. The wetness indicators darken, the heat seeping into the gel core, the diaper swelling even more between your legs. The crew erupts into applause. Linda grins. "Perfect! That’s the shot!"

Sarah claps, her laughter ringing out. "Oh my god, Jake, you actually peed!" Her voice is a mix of delight and teasing, and you can feel your face turning red.

The camera stops rolling, but the damage is done. The diaper is heavy, sagging with the proof of your humiliation. And the worst part? No one seems shocked. No one’s horrified. If anything, they’re impressed.

Linda steps forward, adjusting your shirt. "That was exactly what we needed. Authentic. Relatable." She pats your shoulder. "You’re a natural, Jake."

Sarah crouches in front of you, her eyes sparkling. She presses a hand to your soaked diaper, her fingers tracing the swollen padding. "See? Not so bad, is it?" Her voice is soft, almost proud. "You look so cute like this. I bet you could get used to it."

You open your mouth to protest, but the words die in your throat. Because as you sit there, dripping, the weight of the diaper between your legs doesn’t feel wrong. It feels… right. The warmth, the security, the way Sarah’s looking at you like you’re hers… it’s intoxicating.

Lunch break. You’re still in the diaper, For continuity," Linda had said, sitting on a folding chair in the corner of the studio, a sandwich in one hand, a juice box in the other. The crew is scattered around, some eating, some scrolling on their phones. A few of them keep glancing your way, smirking.

Sarah plops down next to you, stealing a fry from your plate. "So. What do you think?"

You take a bite of your sandwich, chewing slowly. "I think I just made a fool of myself in front of a room full of strangers."

She laughs. "You loved it."

"I did not."

"Liar." She nudges your shoulder. "You felt it. The way it… fits." She gestures to your lap. "Admit it. It’s nice. Not having to worry about anything."

You want to argue, but the truth is, she’s not wrong. There’s something… freeing about it. No pressure. No expectations. Just the thick padding, the snug fit, the way it holds you.

A guy from the lighting team walks by, nodding at you. "Nice work, man. My brother wears ‘em. Says it’s the best decision he ever made."

You blink. "Your… brother?"

He shrugs. "Yeah. Started with pull-ups, then moved to full diapers. His girlfriend loves it. Says he’s way more relaxed now." He grins. "Plus, no more laundry stains, you know?"

You stare at him, your sandwich forgotten in your hand. "That’s… a thing?"

"Oh yeah," he says, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. "You’d be surprised how many guys are switching over. One at a time, you know? Like a… I dunno, a movement."

Sarah smirks. "Told you."

The afternoon drags on. More takes. More sitting. More crinkling. By the fifth hour, you’ve stopped caring about the crew’s laughter. You’ve stopped caring about the camera. You’ve even stopped caring about the fact that you’re soaking wet and have been for most of the day.

Because here’s the thing: It feels good.

Not just the diaper, the attention. The way Sarah keeps touching you, adjusting your shirt, whispering in your ear. The way Linda keeps praising you, telling you you’re nailing it. The way the crew has gone from smirking at you to… respecting you. Like you’re part of some exclusive club.

By the final take, you’re bouncing on the blanket, laughing as the voiceover plays for the hundredth time. "Pampers for Men: because even the strongest guys need a little extra protection." You’re not acting anymore. You’re living it.

And when Linda finally calls "That’s a wrap!" and the crew starts packing up, you don’t move. You just sit there, the wet diaper clinging to you, the blanket beneath you, the rightness of it all settling into your bones.

Sarah kneels in front of you, her hands on your knees. "So… what do you think? Ready to sign a permanent contract?"

You look down at yourself, the soaked padding, the way it clings to you, the way it shouldn’t feel so good.

This isn’t just a commercial.

This is you now.

[sparka403-deactivated20230912]

[naughtyspanko]

[ameliemommy]

Breakfast in Bed for Mommy- a Mommy’s Day Story

The first light of dawn crept through the curtains, painting Liam’s bedroom in soft gold. He blinked awake, his thick diaper crinkling as he shifted under the warm blankets. Today was Mommy’s Day, the one day of the year when he was determined to make her feel as loved as she made him feel every other day. His heart pounded with excitement and a touch of nervousness. He wasn’t usually the brave one, but today, he had a mission.

With a deep breath, Liam wiggled out of bed, his footed pajamas, covered in tiny blue dinosaurs, rustling as he padded across the floor. His favorite stuffed bunny, Mr. Fluffers, dragged behind him, its ears flopping with each step. The diaper between his legs felt heavy and damp, a reminder of the bedtime juice he’d had a little too much of last night. He didn’t mind, though. Mommy always said his thick diapers were part of what made him her special little boy.

The house was quiet, the kind of quiet that only existed when Mommy was still asleep. Liam tiptoed down the hall, his bare feet silent on the hardwood floor. The kitchen loomed ahead, a place that usually felt too big and grown-up for him. But today, he had a plan. Last night, Mommy had helped him set everything out,two slices of bread in the toaster, a small carton of orange juice, and the tray with the big, sunflower design that she loved. All he had to do was press the lever down and pour.

He climbed onto a chair, his diaper squishing softly as he reached for the toaster. The lever clicked, and the scent of warm, buttery toast filled the air. His stomach rumbled, but he ignored it. This was for Mommy. Carefully, he poured the juice into her favorite glass, the one with the little hearts around the rim. A drop splashed onto the counter, and he giggled, wiping it away with the hem of his pajama shirt.

The tray was ready. He placed the toast on a plate, the juice beside it, and, most importantly, the handmade card he’d spent all of yesterday afternoon coloring. The crayon letters were a little wobbly, but he’d written it himself: "To the bestest Mommy ever! Love, your baby boy." He’d even drawn a tiny heart with a smiley face inside it, just like Mommy always did for him.

Balancing the tray in his hands, Liam made his way back down the hall. The weight of it made his arms shake, and the crinkle of his diaper seemed louder than ever. He hoped Mommy wouldn’t hear him coming. He wanted it to be a surprise.

Her bedroom door was slightly ajar. He pushed it open with his foot, the tray tilting precariously. Inside, Mommy lay curled under the covers, her dark hair fanned out on the pillow. She looked so peaceful, her chest rising and falling with each soft breath. Liam’s heart swelled. She worked so hard every day, cooking, cleaning, reading him stories, and tucking him in at night. Today, he wanted to give her a reason to smile.

He set the tray down on the nightstand and climbed onto the bed, his diaper making a quiet squish as he crawled toward her. "Mommy?" he whispered, his voice barely louder than a mouse’s squeak.

Mommy stirred, her eyelids fluttering open. For a moment, she just blinked at him, her expression sleepy and confused. Then, her eyes landed on the tray. A slow, beautiful smile spread across her face. "Oh, my sweet baby," she murmured, sitting up and pulling him into her lap. "Did you do all this for me?"

Liam nodded, his cheeks burning. He could feel the warmth of his diaper against her legs, but he didn’t care. All that mattered was the way she was looking at him, like he was the most wonderful little boy in the whole world. "I, I wanted to make you happy," he mumbled, twisting the edge of his pajama sleeve.

Mommy’s arms wrapped around him, squeezing him tight. "You did, baby," she cooed, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "You made me so, so happy." She reached for the tray, plucking a piece of toast from the plate. "Here, let’s share." She held it out to him, and Liam opened his mouth like a little bird, taking a bite. The toast was warm and buttery, just the way he liked it.

Between bites, Mommy fed herself, her eyes never leaving his face. "You’re such a good boy for your Mommy," she said, her voice thick with emotion. "My sweet, thoughtful little helper." She ruffled his hair, and Liam giggled, crumbs sticking to his lips.

As they sat there, the morning sun spilling over them, Liam realized something. He might be small. He might be shy. But when it came to loving Mommy, he was the bravest little boy of all. And as she hugged him close, her laughter warm against his ear, he knew he didn’t need to be anything else.

The tray was empty, the card was read, and Mommy’s eyes were shining. "This is the best Mommy’s Day ever," she whispered, and Liam believed her.

[boysrbabies]

Drop the attitude right now, mister. The guests are arriving any minute. Some of them are very important members of the matriarchal government, and you will be on your best behaviour. If you even think about asking to use the toilet, you'll be in serious trouble, little boy.

Yes, that means wetting and messing your diapers. I don't care how humiliating you find it. No arguing. And no fussing about being breastfed either! When you get hungry around dinnertime, I want you pawing at my chest and crying for milkies in front of everyone. Got it?

Enough. This isn't a debate. Having a properly infantilized husband is an important status symbol under the new order, and you are not going to embarrass me tonight. You will call me 'Mommy'. You will pee and poop in your diaper. You will nurse from my breasts. You will, in every way, act like a toddler for the entire evening. Or else I'll have the nanny spank you to tears every night for a week. Is that clear?

[boysrbabies]

What's with that frowny face, hmm? Look, I got you a yummy ice cream! Aren't you going to thank me for being such a good babysitter?

No? Awww, are you still grumpy because I checked your diaper in front of all those people at the pool? I'm pretty sure they already knew what you were wearing, sweetie. Your Mommy put you in those extra-thick swim diapers for a reason, and it wasn't to preserve your dignity. She told me explicitly to make sure as many people as possible find out you're being diaper punished.

Or is this about the spanking I gave you? Because I did warn you what would happen if you tried to stop me changing your dirty diaper in the ladies' room... Oh well, if you don't want your ice cream, that's fine. I have another, less optional treat for you to enjoy by the pool. Two big boobies full of breast-milk!

[backseatpamper]

Kim