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He also left me in my diaper, and if my bottom keeps playing dumb, I should be able to hold it all in for the next 2 hours, right?
It's not like he didn't offer to change me before he left. He offered and I thought it wasnt gonna be a big deal. But now I'm getting little gut pinches that make it harder to keep my bottom closed up tight, so I'm gonna guess Daddy will want to use this incident as a point of reference in the future when my bottom fails to stay closed.
I just have to hold it until he gets home tonight. Then when he gets here I will um... empty my system, and get a new diapee.
Otherwise, daddy might come home to a filthy messy horny girl who has a pot assist. He would definetly smell her before he saw her. She'd probably be riding the arm of the couch again like a dirty little diaper slut.
Daddy's dirty girl, either way, but how long I have to spend being a stinky little overconfident brat... thats another matter, entirely.
it's important to give your caregiver a gold star as well when they do something that you like and want to reward. i promise they will really really like it
Zuri was determined to prove to her boyfriend how independent she was that day. She had decided on giving up being a little just the day before as it conflicted with her sexy grown woman aesthetic that she found herself drawn to every once and awhile. Despite how confident she seemed, her boyfriend found the endeavor quite adorable. He was preparing to leave for work while she stayed home from work that day and took care of some chores.
“Are you sure you’re going to be okay if I’m gone for the whole day sweetheart? You know I can come back and check that bottom of yours during my lunch,” her boyfriend peered at her softly. “Da- I mean, babe…of course. I don’t even know why you insisted on putting me into these diapers, I told you that I wasn’t going to be little anymore,” Zuri played with her fingers nervously. “Ah, just humor me honeybun, I’m still a daddy at heart and love to see that cute bum of yours all comfortable and padded up”. Zuri blushed a deep shade of purple. Why does he know exactly how to push my buttons?
“I understand babe, I’ll wear them just for you, but don’t expect me to use them today, okay?” Zuri said determinedly. “Of course not cutie”, he said with a wink. They kissed goodbye and went on to start their separate days.
Zuri had been doing amazing all day. She cleaned the kitchen, the bathrooms, and did all of the laundry that had been patiently waiting for a week. All of this and she was able to make it to the pot- use the bathroom like a big girl. Of course, she always taped her diaper back up - not because she wanted to use it - but because it was comfortable and fluffy like a pillow anyways. Why waste a good diaper? She decided to take a break and watch some cartoons. She had just discovered one about this girl who was a ladybug superhero and could not help but binge watch it! Zuri was so into the show that she had felt the rumble in her tummy and disregarded it quickly, assuming she may just need to have lunch soon. Unfortunately for her, it wasn’t just food that her body needed, it was indeed the potty. Zuri barely paid attention to the pressure in her bottom and absentmindedly started pushing into her diaper. The show was too good to tear away from. Someone could have easily heard the little grunts slipping from her mouth as she messed her diaper. She even eventually moved into a squatting position to allow room for it to grow. It wasn’t until the episode ended and she could her the hissing of bladder into her diaper that she finally gasped and looked down. “No no no no, how could this happen?” She panicked, but barely had time to react and she heard keys jingling in the door.
“Hi sweetie, I’m home for lunch- I” her boyfriend sniffed the air. “H-hello, I made some lunch for us! It’s in the fridge, how about you heat it up while I run to the bathroom really really quick-“ Zuri stumbled nervously to her feet, prepared to make a mad dash. “Not so fast you stinker-“ her boyfriend grabbed her by the diaper and pulled her back to him. He pulled it back and peered inside, while Zuri sighed knowingly. “What happened to being a big girl today?” he smirked at her. She looked up with her big doe eyes, “I still am, I just got distracted today.” Her boyfriend chuckled and gave her kiss, “Well good thing this big girl still has a daddy to change her wet and messy diapers.”
After being cleaned and put into new pajamas, Zuri and her daddy snuggled into their couch to watch tv. He gently nudged a pacifier between her lips and she gladly accepted it, suckling very eagerly.
Perhaps she could be a baby girl just one more day after all.
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We had been talking about it on the edges for a long time, but I didn't think he was ever gonna be ready to pull the trigger so I hadn't given it much thought for a while.
Until we were talking about the snack station for trail mix that I had set up in the kitchen a few months ago. See the guys have decided that little spot is now forever now called NIBBLE MOUSE STATION, and the name stuck, so now that's what we all call it.
I never questioned the "station" part of that name nearly enough.
Today Daddy introduced me to his "Toddler Train, a kind of way to talk about parts of the house in a more "appropriate" vocabulary for me from now on.
I don't need the word RECLINER anymore, because I now get the words "Playpen Station"
I don't need the word COUCH anymore because I now get the words "Snuggle Station"
I don't need words like POTTY or BATHROOM or RESTROOMS anymore because I now get the words "Off-Limits Station"
I don't need words for BEDROOM, BED, or or SPARE BED because the only ones I sleep in are now called "Diaper Station" and "Pretend You're A Big Girl Station"
I don't have an ART STUDIO any more. I now will be spending my days at "Playroom Station"
And I don't have a need for the word OFFICE, or SEWING ROOM, because those are big girl places and she might not be allowed without permission. Daddy hasn't told me what words to replace them with are yet. Any ideas? Also maybe the Garage? And one for yard and Garden stuff.And will Bestie make me be consistent when Daddy isn't there?
When I want to refer out loud to someplace from now on on our house, I have to identify it by its toddler train station name.
I am concerned Daddy will tell Bestie the rule Bestie will adore the rule and decide to keep it in play even when Daddy isn't here... And I can't stop trembling and cumming to the thought, and even humping my soft dry diaper.
And I know I will get in trouble if I forget to mention the incredibly blushie details of Daddy's Toddler Train ... So also now when I use the stations name, I have to say "whoo whoo" and pantomime pulling a train whistle. Enthusiasticly enough to please Daddy. Or until I make him believe it I love it.
He is acting like he is gonna enforce it and for some reason I feel like our relationship just had an evolutional moment. He has never taken a word away from me before, let alone several or given me a new lexicon like this before - an intentionally adorably age inappropriate one. Like he seems super serious, and I get a naughty little tickle when he puts limits on the baby that I don't get much say in. I don't know what caused the evolution but it happened in that natural way, like it's supposed to. I don't know how he will enforce it and punish me when I'm a little know it all who needs correction and guidance. Any ideas on good punishments he can use?
Daddy has started to deny me getting to feel him inside my princess parts, and it makes me a bit hotter and drippier between my legs and focused on Daddy, ...so I can see why he is employing the tactic.
When I get super little with Daddy, usually in concurrence with some THC assistance, I can get these moments where the whole universe becomes Daddy and ONLY Daddy. Daddy's voice, his heartbeat, his hands on my body exploring without hesitation, the feel of his fingers playing with my nipples, the thud of his hand on my diaper in rhythmic pats that some how seem to go right to my core and creat an aura of safety and cummies and ...Universe Daddy
And all the racing thoughts stop for a while, and my universe is Daddy, and nothing else.
Ddlg isn't just about a little girl and old man, You assholes. It’s about knowing and taking an interest into a smart sophisticated mature feminist woman and turning her into a silly pathetic filthy little cockwhore by providing a safe, comfortable, transparent, mutual kinky environment and fucking her with your intelligence, maturity, care and love.
This caption is for—and features—the relentlessly adorable diaper girl, @blushydollypoppy, who deserves all the attention for being so stinking cute.
You see what’s happening here, don’t you? The needy way she’s gyrating her diaper into her stuffy?
That delightful mix of obedient hesitation and greedy desperation. The way she yearns for the brief moment of bliss when her princess parts rub against her pee-soaked diaper.
A prisoner of pleasure.
Watch how each thrust is carefully tempered. Slow. Far less than what her needy mound craves. Just enough stimulation to want more, but far too little to get off.
The best part is she actually believes her ridiculous display is too subtle and sly for me to notice. Or maybe she’s just too desperate to control herself, consequences be damned.
To be honest, I don’t know which is more adorable.
All I know is the independent, ambitious, and confident woman she used to be is long gone.
The same woman who had guys eating out of her hand after simply smiling at them now reduced to surreptitiously humping her poopy pamper in the middle of the living room.
I should put a stop to it—diaper girls like her are never allowed to choose when they get cummies—but it's far too entertaining to not let it play out.
Plus, I can't help but wonder what she's thinking about right now. Is she imagining herself as a big girl having sex? Or maybe she's been denied so long she now craves her diapers?
I hope it's the big girl one. Ugh, that would make this so deliciously ironic.
I mean, how adorable is it to think she’s imagining herself having sex, like an actual adult, when all she’s actually doing is rubbing herself with four hours of tinkles?
Every stroke becomes bolder as her desperation grows and her brain fogs with desire after every unsatisfying thrust.
Barreling towards the inevitable.
There is nothing quite like watching a formerly strong, sexy woman demoted to this—humping her Build-a-Bear “boyfriend” in nothing but a very soggy, very messy diaper while Blue’s Clues plays in the background.
Nothing can possibly be cuter than her little diaper humpies as Steve teaches Blue how to tell time.
She even put her binkie in her mouth after a particularly adorable moan as if it were her soft moans, not the percussive crinkle symphony her diaper makes with every movement that gives her away.
Oh! It won’t be long now.
Each thrust is greedier than the last. She can no longer focus on anything but lustily rubbing her princess parts on her soft, squishy diaper.
One…two…three carnal, ravenous thrusts in quick succession send her into a frenzy, all attempts at subtlety abandoned.
She’s so close now.
“Having fun, buttercup?”
Her humping immediately stops, though she’s still shaking with the fruitless anticipation of an orgasm that was a heartbeat away.
“I-I-I…”
I didn’t expect a coherent answer, of course. Not when she’s consumed by the orgasm that was so close, but now so far away.
Poor thing must be so frustrated!
And even worse, knowing her unapproved, desperate performance had an audience the entire time. Caught in a ridiculously silly position.
“Awww, I think it’s romantic, little one! You and Sir Cuddles are star-crossed lovers like Romeo and Juliet—if Juliet were a poopy pamper princess! I don’t remember Romeo mentioning changing any messy diapers!”
Her cheeks slowly change from pink to red to burgundy.
“Come sit on my lap, princess. We need to have a little chat.”
She whimpers an adorably quiet “k-kay…”
Her diaper squelches as she straddles my leg, wincing as her mess smushes throughout her diaper.
I boop her nose. “Was someone being a naughty girl?”
“I…m’sowwy was v—hnnngh.”
Her eyes are suddenly unfocused, body tense as I bounce her on my leg.
“Come again, princess? I didn’t understand.”
“Mmmmgh...”
“Are you trying to apologize for being a horny widdle diapie girl?”
“M-mhm…”
“And that you know poopy pamper princesses never make cummies without permission?”
Suffice to say I am a fan of this.
I think what I mean to say is:
Fank you Destined for showing me off, pwease accept these blushes as fitting tribute x🫣
We dont do cummies denial for the Princess but i really love the energy of riding a stuffie friend and daddy catching me. Maybe an enema so i can have a proper poopie diaper-cum?
Daddy loves giving me messy cummies.
They are filthy.
I think, maybe I am, too.
I love every life choice that led me to this point.
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