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He begged for a chance with us… and we put him back in Pampers instead 🍼✨
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I told my wife about my diaper fetish
We made a deal after we got married to only express our kinks if both of us can at the same time.
The thing is she already knew that I enjoyed wearing diapers before she told me her kink.
She was into feminisation
So the catch for me is that I can’t be a baby boy, but rather have to be a baby girl.
It didn't bother me too much at first.
But I think it’s gotten to her head
She only calls me Betty now.
Immediately I get home she has me diapered and dressed up like a little girl
She has also been talking about bringing her friend Marcus over to meet her new baby girl.
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Mistress Amber
I told my wife about my diaper fetish
We made a deal after we got married to only express our kinks if both of us can at the same time.
The thing is she already knew that I enjoyed wearing diapers before she told me her kink.
She was into feminisation
So the catch for me is that I can’t be a baby boy, but rather have to be a baby girl.
It didn't bother me too much at first.
But I think it’s gotten to her head
She only calls me Betty now.
Immediately I get home she has me diapered and dressed up like a little girl
She has also been talking about bringing her friend Marcus over to meet her new baby girl.
Image credit - MyKinky Pet
Mistress Amber
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A Daycare Teacher’s Demotion
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“Hannah, did you wet yourself again? I don't believe this! That's the third time this week!" Amy, the daycare director, exclaimed, her voice thick with incredulity as her scrutinizing gaze swept down to inspect the damp crotch of the woman standing awkwardly in her doorway. You’re soaked! Absolutely drenched! I’m going to have to call your mother to come get you! And trust me, Janet will not be happy; it’s bad enough for her having to chauffeur you around at your age , but now she has to deal with your potty problems like you’re a two-year-old as well!” Amy sternly explained, her fingers already unbuttoning her employee's jeans and sliding them down to her ankles with a swift, humiliating motion, Hannah’s face burning crimson. “No, please! It was just a few accidents! It won’t happen again, please don’t call my mom!” Hannah choked out, her voice cracking as she fumbled futilely to pull her sodden jeans back up. But Amy, her expression unyielding, simply pushing her down onto the cold, unforgiving wooden floor, her movements efficient and deliberate, peeling away Hannah's shoes, then the heavy, wet denim, followed by the even wetter, shamefully clingy saturated panties. Exposed and reeking, Hannah sat there, stunned and on the verge of tears , attempting to cover herself with trembling hands. “Just a few accidents? Don’t make me laugh! This has been going on for months, Hannah, and frankly, I’m tired of it,” Amy scoffed, her voice sharp as she dramatically pulled an extra-large, Little Mermaid themed pull-up from her desk drawer. The garish sight of the disposable training pants caused Hannah to gulp, her face draining of color. Amy’s gaze hardened, her disappointment palpable. “I’m afraid I’m going to have to let you go, Hannah. I need teachers here, not another baby to care for, especially not a big one like you who needs to be put in training pants like they’re in the middle of potty training!” she sternly explained, her tone leaving no room for argument or appeal. The humiliation washed over Hannah, a bitter wave confirming that her inability to control her bladder had finally cost her not just her dignity, but her job as well.
Amy’s voice tight with exasperation, called out for her assistant, "Stephanie, Hannah had another accident. Can you grab some baby wipes, a trash bag, a changing mat and maybe you could find her some pants to wear from the afterschool program’s lost and found. Maybe we’ll get lucky! Oh wait she needs a shirt too I just noticed it’s wet as well. And could you be a dear and get her mother on the phone please" Just outside her boss's office, the 19-year-old replied with an unnerving cheerfulness, "Yes, Miss Williams!" But Hannah, looking down at her vulnerability starkly exposed, pleaded, "Please don’t put me in that, Miss Williams! I’m not a baby! I’ll just grab my things and leave!" Shaking her head in annoyance , Amy bent down and, with a swift motion, pulled Hannah’s wet staff polo shirt over her head, leaving the thirty-year-old completely naked. "You’ll do no such thing, young lady! You’re going in a pull-up whether you like it or not and staying here with us until your mommy picks you up! And where is your bra? Well, I guess you really don’t need one, huh? With those little speed bumps," Amy teased, causing Hannah to burn with shame, desperately trying to cover herself. As Stephanie returned with the requested supplies, a wide, knowing smile spread across her face, relishing the once-high-and-mighty teachers utter humiliation.
“Here you go Miss Williams! I’ll try to get Hannah’s mommy on the phone now and explain the situation!” Amy, accepting the items with a grateful nod as Stephanie exited, then addressed Hannah directly: “Okay Hannah, let’s get you cleaned up and then we’ll talk to mommy!” A trash bag received Hannah’s wet clothes before Amy deftly slid a pink changing mat beneath her, eliciting a soft whimper as Hannah was laid down. Using baby wipes, Amy meticulously cleaned Hannah, lifting her legs above her head to ensure thoroughness, and a stern edge entered her voice upon noticing brown smudges. “Oh Hannah, you can’t even wipe yourself properly! Your mommy has her work cut out for her, doesn’t she? Honestly, you belong in daycare, young lady!” Hannah’s face burned with embarrassment as the director pulled a Little Mermaid pull-up over her feet and up to her waist, remarking, “A little tight, but it should do the trick!” Pink leggings with a white heart print followed, then a short pink T-shirt emblazoned with “Sassy Girl” across the chest. “Awww, you look adorable, sweetie! Let’s just fix your hair to match your new outfit!” Amy cooed, pulling Hannah’s shoulder-length brown hair into two adorable pigtails, securing them with pink elastic bands. Staring down at her reflection, Hannah erupted, “I look like a toddler!” Crossing her arms in a defiant pout, her protest was immediately overshadowed by Stephanie’s call: “Line one, Miss Williams! It’s Hannah’s mommy!”
Grabbing the phone from her desk, Amy hit the line one button, greeting her old friend, "Hi Janet! I assume Stephanie filled you in!" Janet's voice, thick with mortification, responded, "Hi Amy! Yes she did! I’m so sorry! I’m so embarrassed! I thought Hannah was at least staying dry during the day! I’m just grateful she didn’t have a messy accident there! I’m at my wits end with her!" Amy, ever practical, reassured her, "It’s quite alright Janet! We got her cleaned up, dressed in dry clothes and in a pull-up. But I’m going to need you to pick her up!" After a brief silence, Janet, seizing the moment, explained her desperate plan: "It shouldn’t take more than a few hours! Cheerful Changes is on their way! You know the company that caters to bigger babies in people’s lives! I’ve been waiting for the right time to do this! But I can’t wait any longer given Hannah’s latest transgressions!" Amy, recognizing the necessity, offered her full support: "Yes their commercial is hilarious and I think you’re doing the right thing! You have my full support Janet! Why don’t you come at 5 and pick up Hannah with the other moms meanwhile I’ll put Hannah in the toddler classroom with Miss Apple, I’m sure she’ll fit right in!" Janet, immensely relieved, responded gleefully, "Oh Janet! You’re a lifesaver! I’ll see you this afternoon! Let’s get together soon, once I find Hannah a babysitter!" before abruptly hanging up as a furious wail erupted in the background, "No you can’t! I’m not a toddler that’s my classroom I’m the teacher! I won’t let you treat me like this!" Hannah cried, her protests met with Amy’s silent, knowing smirk. Thus, an unconventional solution was set in motion, promising a temporary reprieve for Janet and a dramatically humbling experience for Hannah, whose indignant cries underscored the challenging path ahead.
"Stephanie? Can you take Hannah down to Miss Apple's new classroom? She's going to be with Miss Apple until her mommy picks her up!" Amy asked, her voice carrying a routine expectation. "Yes, Miss Williams!" Stephanie responded happily, entering her boss's office and gently pulling Hannah to her feet by the hand. But just as quickly, Hannah began wailing like an infant, pulling back on the young woman's hand and stubbornly refusing to comply with the simple directive. "Hannah, you stop that tantrum right now!" Amy sternly shouted, her patience visibly thinning, before softening her tone. "I think somebody needs her pacifier! Doesn't she?" Amy added, pulling her desk drawer open to retrieve a brand new pink Nuk pacifier, which she swiftly placed into the former teacher's mouth, instantly silencing her cries as Hannah began sucking the silicone teat with infantile contentment. "Oh, take these with you, Stephanie! I'm sure Miss Apple will need them for Hannah!" Amy explained, handing Stephanie a a stack of pull-ups, a stark reminder of Hannah's current state, as the 19-year-old led the oversized toddler towards Miss Apple's classroom. This transition underscored the profound and unsettling transformation Hannah had undergone, requiring care typically reserved for a young child.
Stephanie's knock on the toddler classroom door was met by Miss Apple, who, upon noticing the defeated Hannah clutching Stephanie's hand, immediately registered the unusual sight. "Hi Stephanie, what can I... Oh my! Is that Hannah?" Miss Apple's gaze swept over the thirty-year-old, noting her childish attire and utterly humiliated expression. Stephanie quickly explained, "Yes, Hannah will be joining your class for the day until her mommy picks her up," as she indiscreetly handed over a stack
of Hannah's pull-ups. A knowing smirk played on Miss Apple's lips. "Well, I'm glad to see Miss Williams and her mommy finally put Hannah in her place. Though," she added, taking Hannah's hand from Stephanie, "I'm not sure Hannah's quite ready for the toddler classroom, but we shall see." "Bye-bye, Hannah! Now be a good girl for Miss Apple!" Stephanie cooed, giving the 30 year olds pull-up a firm pat. "What do we say, Hannah?" Miss Apple demanded, her gaze unwavering. A muffled, "Yeth Mith Stephis me bes goods!" escaped Hannah's pacifier-plugged mouth before she was led inside. "Let's find you a cubby, Hannah!" Miss Apple declared, guiding her to an empty slot where she deposited the pull-ups and placed a "Hannah" name tag. "Miss Brown, can you grab some changing supplies for Hannah, a blanky, and a new sippy cup to stock her cubby?" Miss Apple instructed, as her assistant, stifling a laugh, replied, "Yes, right away!" "Please don't do this! We're colleagues! I'm a grown woman, dammit!" Hannah cried, pulling out her pacifier and stomping her feet in a desperate, adult protest. Miss Apple's response was sharp and unwavering: "Colleagues? A grown woman? I don't think so, Hannah! You, my dear, are nothing but a little girl , and frankly, you belong with the infants, but for now, I'm stuck with you in here!" She then firmly reinserted Hannah's pacifier and marched her to the playroom. Addressing the class, Miss Apple announced, "Children, we have a new student today! Does everyone remember Miss Hannah? Well, Hannah isn't a big girl anymore and will be your new playmate. You can call her Hannah; she's just a toddler like you now!" With a final, dismissive pop to Hannah's pull-up-clad bottom, she commanded, "Now go play, Hannah!"
What began as a begrudging play session at the dollhouse swiftly spiraled into pandemonium, catapulting a mortified Hannah into an escalating series of toddler-level indignities. The air crackled as a tiny tyrant, Ava, lunged, ripping the cherished doll from Hannah's grasp, eliciting a primal, pacifier-muffled shriek of "No that mine!" from the thirty-year-old . Their bickering escalated into a full-blown toddler war, drawing the sharp, exasperated command from Miss Brown, "Hannah! Ava! Do you two need a timeout! You need to share!" Hannah's indignant "No me was pwaying fwirst!" was immediately answered by Ava's projectile doll, narrowly missing her head – a near-miss that sealed their fate. Without a moment's hesitation, Miss Brown swept both "fresh" toddlers into opposing timeout corners, but the drama was far from over; a faint, tell-tale scent of poop soon wafted through the room, triggering an immediate, mortifying inspection. While Hannah's pull-up surprisingly held no secrets, Miss Brown's cheerful decree, "Good girl Hannah! But let’s go sit you on the potty and see if you can make any peepees or poopoos for me like a big girl!" sent a fresh wave of horror through the grown woman. Dragged by an unyielding hand into the brightly colored potty room, Hannah's cheeks burned as she was positioned before a garish princess potty, her pants and soaked pull-up swiftly lowered, prompting a disappointed shake of Miss Brown's head that only intensified Hannah's mortification, leaving her stranded on the tiny throne with a stern directive to "stay put and try." The indignity was crushing: a thirty-year-old woman, trapped on a training potty, her wet pull-up bunched around her ankles, desperately, fruitlessly straining for a tinkle or a poop as Miss Brown returned with a clean one. The surreal humiliation of her predicament, a grown woman utterly powerless in a world of pink plastic and enforced toddlerhood, festered with each failed attempt, leaving Hannah simmering with an unprecedented blend of anger and despair.
"Let’s see how you did babygirl!" Miss Brown announced with a practiced cheerfulness, pulling off Hannah’s pants and wet pull-up before standing the thirty-year-old up and peering into the empty potty. "Dry as a bone Hannah! Maybe you’re just not ready for the big girl potty!" she teased gently, her voice a soft murmur as she began wiping Hannah down with a handful of baby wipes, the clean, baby fresh scent filling the small bathroom. A fresh Little Mermaid pull-up was then slid up her legs, followed by her familiar pink heart-printed leggings, before the wet one was discreetly deposited into the bathroom diaper pail and Hannah was led by the hand back to the playroom for story hour and nap time. An hour and a half later, Hannah was the last of the "toddlers" to stir, slowly rubbing her eyes before getting on all fours on her nap mat, her cherished blanky still clutched tightly as a trail of drool escaped beneath her pacifier. Her mother, a figure of quiet determination, stood before her, an oversized pink and white tote diaper bag — adorned with bows and "Baby Hannah" stitching — draped over her shoulder, drawing hushed glances from the other mothers who, while wrangling their own children, struggled to maintain composure at the sight of the former teacher reduced to such tender, public vulnerability.
The unmistakable, pungent scent of a fresh bowel movement assaulted Janet's nostrils, causing her to instinctively wrinkle her nose at the overpowering odor emanating from her adult daughter, Hannah. "“Hi babygirl”! Are you ready to go home with mommy”?" Janet cooed, her voice softening despite the smell, as Hannah awkwardly maneuvered herself into a squatting position. Facing her mother, the unmistakable bulge of a full pull-up protruded comically beneath her pants, but she merely shook her head with a resounding yes. "“Well I think a certain little stinky girl needs her butt cleaned first huh babykins”?" Janet continued, gently picking up her daughter and placing her on her hip, an action that inadvertently squished the messy load further up Hannah's backside, eliciting an immediate, infant-like wail of distress and humiliation. Spotting Hannah’s teacher , Janet pleaded, "“Miss Apple? Do you have a changing table I can use for Hannah I really need to change her”!" Miss Apple graciously replied, "“Of course! Right in the back outside our potty room! Although it might be a little small but should do the job”!" With that, Janet guided her mortified daughter towards the designated area. "“Ok sweetie let’s get you out of that yucky pull-up clean your butt ”!" Janet announced, laying Hannah down onto the surprisingly soft, padded changing table. With practiced ease, she slid off Hannah’s heart-adorned pants and socks, then tore the sides of the pull-up, bringing down the front to reveal a truly massive, messy load within, which made Janet wince visibly at the renewed, overwhelming stench. "“Pew Yew! Stinky girl! But that’s ok mommy is here now and will make everything all better”!" Janet singsonged, her soothing tone a stark contrast to the task at hand, ready to clean and comfort her little girl.
"Mom, please, I’m not a baby! It was just an accident. It must have been something I ate!" Hannah cried, her voice thick with shame as she spat out her pacifier, a futile gesture of defiance. Janet merely smirked, her eyes glinting with a familiar resolve as she unzipped the diaper bag, pulling out a fresh package of baby wipes. "Now, Hannah! Stop lying! It wasn’t something you ate! We both know this isn’t your first poopy accident, and I can’t even count how many wet ones you’ve had in the last few weeks!" Janet retorted, her tone leaving no room for argument as she expertly lifted her daughter’s bum into the air, beginning the methodical process of cleaning her. "Please, Mom! This is humiliating! Just let me do it myself!" Hannah pleaded, squirming against her mother's firm grip, but her pleas fell on deaf ears. "No, Hannah! As of this moment, you have no independence. Mommy will be taking care of all your needs from now on. If I was Amy, I would have put you in the infant class where you belong!" Janet announced, her voice stern and unyielding as she slid out the soiled pull-up, dropping it with a soft thud into the diaper pail beside the changing table. With a swift, practiced tug, Janet pulled Hannah’s "Sassy Girl" T-shirt over her head, leaving the thirty-year-old completely naked, before retrieving a large, white disposable diaper emblazoned with Barney and Friends from her bulky diaper bag.
Hannah's eyes widened in a profound shock that quickly transformed into a desperate plea, her small world collapsing around her as she registered the thick Pamper in her mother's hands. Her voice, though, was swiftly overridden by her mother, Janet, who held the pristine white diaper with an air of unyielding finality. As it was unflinchingly unfolded and slid beneath her, Hannah’s protests erupted, sharp and raw: “Hell no! There’s no way I’m wearing a diaper like some dumb baby! Please, I’ll wear a pull-up!” Janet’s response was immediate and cutting, her tone leaving no room for negotiation: “Hannah Ann! That’s quite enough! Pull-ups are for potty trainers and you, my dear, have proven once again you are nowhere ready for potty training! So you can just forget your big girl life, you are a baby now!” With a methodical, almost clinical precision that sent shivers down Hannah’s spine, Janet began coating her daughter’s genitals in a cool, thick diaper rash cream, followed by a liberal dusting of baby powder, the cloying scent filling the air. Finally, the Pamper was taped firmly in place, sealing Hannah’s fate and triggering a torrent of anguished wails that tore from her throat, echoing the demise of her perceived independence.
With quick reflexes, Janet reached into Hannah’s diaper bag, pulling out an oversized pink giraffe-themed pacifier with an extra-large teat and deftly shoved it into her daughter’s mouth, instantly silencing Hannah as she began nursing the silicone nipple. "Good girl, Hannah! Now let’s get the baby dressed for byebyes!" Janet sang-songed, her voice sweet and patronizing, as she produced a matching short, pink frilly baby dress adorned with a baby giraffe. She slid it over Hannah’s head, the hem barely reaching the crotch of Hannah’s diaper, then completed the look with pink ruffled ankle socks, causing the thirty-year-old to whimper unhappily at her mother’s outfit choice. "Aww, babygirl, you look adorable!" Janet cooed, tickling her daughter’s belly before packing up her diaper bag and hoisting Hannah onto her hip. "Now I think a certain little girl is ready to go byebyes with mommy!" she teased, patting Hannah’s diapered bottom as they moved towards the main entrance. There, Amy exclaimed, "Omg, Janet, she is too cute! Look at her in her diaper and baby clothes!" as Hannah turned bright red with embarrassment, immediately wetting her pamper, while Stephanie and Miss Brown struggled to maintain their composure. "Thank you, Amy! I definitely think this is really for the best! Are we still on for Monday?" Janet asked hopefully. "Yes, I just spoke with Miss Anderson, and she would be delighted to have Hannah in the infant program. I’ll send you a list of supplies Hannah will need tomorrow!" Amy responded. At this, Hannah began throwing a tantrum, muffled babbles of "No no no me no baby me teacha!" escaping around her pacifier, followed by tears, while the four adults openly laughed at the former woman’s distress. "Well, I think that’s our cue to go! I think somebody is overdue for her bottle!" Janet explained, leading a wailing Hannah outside to her Kia Telluride SUV. She opened the back door to reveal a gigantic grey Graco car seat, causing Hannah to blink in disbelief as her mother placed her down inside, securing the former woman with the five-point harness. Overwhelmed with a potent mix of humiliation and despair, Hannah cried, pleading to be a big girl again, as her mother settled into the driver’s seat, ready to embark on Hannah’s irreversible journey back into babyhood.
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Hi there ! 💗 Found all my networks here to follow my diapered life. 😘
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Is this right 😜
Perfect from my point of view 👍😁
Do love you so much i love seeing you in your nappie and plastic pants so much i have started to wear nappie and plastic pants 24/7 to and after yourself show there’s nothing to be ashamed about i starded going out .
So thank you from the very bottom of my heart.
Love you Ninapantie for all the right reasons.
Oh hell yes.
Are you ready to be diapered by mommy?
Bist du bereit, von Mama gewickelt zu werden?
Reasons why Mommy loves diaper:
1. The elastic around the waist and the insides of my thighs (and who can forget the part that cradles my little butt?)
2. The adorable, babyish print that makes me feel like a 3-year-old again.
3. The emotional comfort, safety, and security I feel when I’m swaddled in a diaper.
4. I’ve never felt more innocent than when I’m a diapered little girl.
5. The way my diaper expands and feels heavy between my legs when I fully wet it.
6. Poking and squishing, and squeezing, my soaked diaper. I mean, who can resist that?!
7. The sounds of the tapes or Velcro when I’m changing my diaper or simply playing with them.
8. The crinkling sound when I waddle around.