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Part 5

The week after their Disney trip felt different.

David had fully shifted into a new rhythm—working from home in soft clothes, rarely using the toilet, and leaning into the daily routine Lily had so lovingly built around him. Diaper checks and scheduled changes were part of their day now. So were bottles after long meetings, and quiet nap breaks curled up with his favorite blanket.

But there was one thing they hadn’t done yet: social time.

“You know,” Lily said one Friday morning as she fastened the tapes on his clean daytime diaper, “Rachel and Kai invited us over for a barbecue this weekend. You haven’t seen them in months.”

David hesitated, propped up on the bed with his shirt bunched around his chest. “Do they know?”

“No,” Lily said gently, “and they don’t need to. But you don’t have to hide, either. I’ll help you stay comfortable and discreet. You can wear jeans over your diaper, bring a small bag with supplies, and we’ll just… play it cool.”

He exhaled slowly. “Okay. I trust you.”

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Saturday afternoon was sunny and warm when they pulled up to Rachel and Kai’s place.

David wore soft jeans over his diaper, a navy hoodie, and low-top sneakers. Lily carried a canvas bag that looked like any other weekend tote—but it held wipes, powder, and two changes, just in case. David had double-checked his padding before they left; he was dry, but nervous.

Rachel greeted them at the door with a hug and a smile. “It’s been forever!”

Inside, the smell of grilled veggies and fresh lemonade filled the house. Kai was already outside at the grill, waving them over.

As the afternoon unfolded, David relaxed more than he expected. They played lawn games, caught up on travel stories, and swapped shows to binge. When Rachel asked how working from home had been, David grinned.

“Honestly? It’s been good. Slower mornings, better breaks. Just… leaning into comfort.”

Lily shot him a subtle, knowing look. “He’s gotten really good at self-care,” she added with a warm smile.

At one point, while Rachel poured drinks in the kitchen, Lily leaned in and whispered, “Still doing okay?”

David nodded. “I think I need a change soon, though. Not urgent.”

“We’ll sneak inside after dessert,” she said softly, giving his hand a light squeeze.

Later, after cake and some laughter around the firepit, Lily pulled him gently aside.

“C’mon, let’s do a quick check.”

They stepped into the guest bathroom together. Lily locked the door and crouched to unzip the bag.

“You’re a little soggy,” she whispered with a smile. “But nothing too bad.”

David leaned back against the counter, relaxed now as she worked quickly and quietly, replacing the wet padding with a clean, crinkly diaper and refastening his jeans. She washed her hands, passed him a bottle of water, and gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

“You did amazing today,” she said.

On the way home, David looked out the window, feeling something he hadn’t quite realized he’d missed: confidence. He hadn’t been afraid. He hadn’t had to pretend. And thanks to Lily, he hadn’t felt alone in any of it.

“I think I could do more things like that,” he said softly.

“You can do anything,” Lily replied. “You’re not broken. You’re just different. And we’ve built a life that works for you.”

He reached for her hand as the city lights passed them by, the car humming softly under their wheels

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Part 4

David had noticed Lily acting a little secretive.

She was planning something—whispering on the phone, closing tabs quickly when he walked into the room, and smiling just a little too much when he asked questions.

“You’ll see,” she’d say with a grin, ruffling his hair like he was five.

On Friday night, she finally let it slip. As he waddled into the bedroom in a fresh diaper and dinosaur-print pajama pants, she handed him a Mickey Mouse plush and a folded piece of paper.

“What’s this?” he asked, his eyes lighting up.

“Your itinerary,” she said. “We’re flying out tomorrow morning. Three days at Disney. I already packed your bag.”

David blinked. “Wait—Disney? You mean like… the parks? The real thing?”

She nodded. “Yup. I booked a suite at the resort, all meals included, early access passes… and yes, baby,” she added gently, “you’ll be diapered the entire trip.”

His face went red, but she cupped his cheek.

“No pressure. I’ve got everything planned—backpacks, quick-change supplies, the thick but quiet diapers you like. No one’s going to notice. You just get to be my little guy and have fun.”

The next morning, they were on a plane before sunrise.

David wore comfy sweatpants over his diaper, a hoodie with cartoon ears on the hood, and had a pacifier clipped inside his bag just in case he got nervous. Lily held his hand through takeoff, offering him a bottle of juice disguised in a grown-up thermos.

She whispered in his ear: “Today, you don’t need to be the adult. Just enjoy.”

At the resort, everything was seamless. Lily checked them in while David stood by her side, clutching his plushie. No one batted an eye. She had already arranged for early check-in and a private room with extra laundry service—just in case.

That first afternoon, they hit the parks. He wore layered shorts over his diaper and a long t-shirt. Lily had a diaper bag disguised as a regular backpack, filled with wipes, powder, changes, and even a collapsible changing pad. Every few hours, she’d lean in close and ask quietly, “Do we need a change?” Sometimes he did. Sometimes he didn’t even realize he was wet.

Their day was filled with color, music, and laughter. They rode It’s a Small World, teacups, and a slow boat ride where Lily sat him between her legs and wrapped her arms around his waist. He felt small. And safe.

That evening, back in their hotel room, Lily unzipped his shorts and smiled.

“You did great today,” she said, finding him soaked but happy. “Let’s get you into something thick for bed.”

She laid him down, wiped him clean, and taped him into a nighttime diaper with stars and moons, then added a soft onesie she’d packed just for the trip.

“I brought storybooks too,” she added, pulling out a small stack. “Want me to read to you?”

He nodded, pacifier in his mouth now.

She read to him as he snuggled beside her, head resting on her chest, her hand gently patting his padded bottom.

Over the next two days, they explored every corner of the parks—riding rides, meeting characters, and sharing snacks. Lily kept him on a soft routine: morning changes, afternoon naps back at the hotel, evening bottles, and lots of hand-holding.

At one point, while waiting in line for a show, he whispered, “I wet again…”

Lily gave his hand a squeeze. “Good boy,” she said simply, then leaned close. “After the show, we’ll do a change, okay?”

David’s heart fluttered. In the middle of the happiest place on Earth, he felt deeply, beautifully little—and absolutely loved.

On their final night, Lily surprised him one more time—with matching ears and a “First Visit” pin that she gently pinned to his shirt.

“You’ve been such a brave, sweet boy,” she said. “This whole trip, you trusted me completely. That means the world to me.”

He hugged her tightly, words lost behind his pacifier.

The next morning, as they boarded the flight home, David was already in a clean diaper and cozy clothes. He fell asleep against her shoulder before takeoff, pacifier clipped to his collar, and one hand resting on the stuffed Mickey Mouse still tucked under his arm

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Part 3

By the time fall arrived, what started as a way to manage stress and bedwetting had become something else entirely.

David wasn’t just wearing diapers at night anymore. They were part of his life now. On most days, he padded around the house in soft lounge clothes or footed pajamas, rarely thinking twice about when—or if—he needed the bathroom.

And Lily… she didn’t just accept it.

She embraced it.

Their lives had slowed into a comforting rhythm: Lily would wake up first, make coffee, and greet him in bed with a warm smile and a diaper check. Sometimes he was wet. Sometimes messy. She never made a big deal of it—just kissed his forehead, got out the wipes and powder, and quietly cleaned him up while humming softly.

On weekends, she’d dress him in fresh padding and a cozy shirt—sometimes adding playful touches like socks with cartoon animals or pajama pants with stars or moons. He never argued. He felt safe, and Lily made it feel… normal.

“I like seeing you like this,” she said once, brushing his hair back as he nursed a warm bottle she’d prepared on a rainy afternoon. “You’re softer. Calmer. I think you needed this part of you to have space.”

David blushed but nodded. He no longer tried to explain or justify it. There were parts of him that had always wanted to let go of responsibility, to feel nurtured and unburdened. And Lily gave him permission to lean into that—without shame.

Gradually, their routine shifted.

Diapers became the default.

If he wasn’t at work, he was padded. And even workdays began with Lily offering him a fresh diaper “just in case,” tucked under his slacks. At first it was occasional—long meetings, road trips, late nights.

But eventually, David stopped taking it off entirely. His control had slipped more than he realized. And honestly? He didn’t miss it.

Lily adjusted their home around the change. A diaper caddy appeared in the bedroom. A second changing station was set up discreetly in the guest bathroom. She bought thicker night diapers and colorful covers that peeked above his pajama bottoms. He started drinking from bottles more often in the evenings, and once a week, Lily even spoon-fed him dinner while they sat cross-legged on the living room floor.

Nothing was forced. But the more David surrendered to the gentle routine Lily offered, the more peaceful he became.

One Sunday morning, Lily leaned against the doorframe as David waddled out of the bedroom in a damp nighttime diaper and a soft, oversized sweatshirt.

“Do you want your cartoons?” she asked with a grin.

He nodded sheepishly.

“Then let’s get you changed and cozy.”

She led him to the living room, changed him right there on the rug with the sun pouring through the windows, and helped him into a fresh daytime diaper with cute little clouds on the front. She gave his tummy a light pat, then pulled him onto the couch and settled in beside him.

They watched an old cartoon together, her arm around him as he leaned against her chest, nursing a warm bottle of almond milk she’d made just the way he liked it—with cinnamon and a little vanilla.

He dozed off partway through the second episode. When he woke up, he was wet again—but he didn’t feel embarrassed.

He felt… content.

That evening, Lily sat across from him at dinner.

“I’ve been thinking,” she said. “We’re basically already doing this full-time. What if we made it official? You don’t have to think about the bathroom anymore. At all. I’ll keep you dry, and clean, and happy. Every day. Would that feel good?”

David swallowed, his heart racing.

“I want that,” he whispered. “I don’t want to worry about control anymore. I just want to let go.”

Lily smiled, reaching across the table to take his hand.

“Then it’s settled. Diapers, all the time. And we’ll build a little routine around it. A nap schedule. Playtime. Even bath time, if you want it.”

His cheeks flushed, but he didn’t protest. He felt warm, safe, and completely seen.

As they went to bed that night, Lily changed him one last time, humming softly as she powdered and taped him up snugly.

“You’re my good boy,” she whispered as she pulled the blanket over them. “And you’re exactly where you belong.”

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Part 2

The longer David wore during the day, the more natural it felt.

It wasn’t just the security of being protected during a nap or zoning out while reading on the couch—it was the way Lily treated it. There was no teasing, no humiliation. Just soft affection, like she was proud of him for trusting her. For letting go.

Over time, his bladder seemed to adapt to the freedom. He began to wet more frequently without thinking. Sometimes he didn’t even notice until Lily pressed a hand to the front of his diaper and whispered, “Looks like someone needed this.”

He had stopped resisting it. It had become part of who he was—with her, at least.

One evening as they were winding down from dinner, Lily curled up beside him on the couch. “You know,” she said, “you’ve been so relaxed lately. I think it might be time to try wearing out.”

David blinked. “You mean… like in public?”

She nodded, casual but calm. “Nothing big. Just a walk in the park. Something low-stakes. You can wear jeans over it. No one’s going to know.”

He hesitated. The idea scared him—but also thrilled him. After a pause, he nodded. “Okay. I trust you.”

She smiled. “That’s all I need.”

The next day, Lily helped him into one of the thicker diapers with elastic sides—more absorbent than his usual daytime ones. She added a pair of snug boxer briefs to keep everything in place, followed by jeans and a hoodie. David glanced at himself in the mirror.

“No one can tell,” Lily assured him, kissing his cheek. “You look like any other handsome man out for a walk.”

They strolled through the park, hand in hand. The diaper crinkled slightly, but no louder than the rustle of leaves or distant chatter of kids. David felt exposed, but also… weirdly liberated. He wet during the walk, halfway through a story Lily was telling. She smiled when he glanced at her nervously.

“Good boy,” she whispered, giving his hand a squeeze. “Told you this would be okay.”

They walked a little longer, then returned home. Lily changed him right away, wiping him gently and praising him for how brave he’d been.

Over the following weeks, public wear became less intimidating. David wore during errands, long drives, even dinners out—always discreet, always on his terms. Lily remained his quiet anchor, always in tune with his comfort level.

But then came the accident.

It had started with a stomach ache. David had felt it brewing all afternoon, but hadn’t thought much of it. He was diapered—just for convenience—and they’d planned to spend the day antique shopping across town.

They were walking through a quiet shop when it happened.

A cramp hit hard, and before he could stop it—before he could even ask Lily to find a bathroom—it happened.

He messed himself.

It wasn’t much—but enough to be unmistakable. His face turned pale.

“Oh no,” he whispered. “Lily…”

She saw the panic in his eyes and didn’t ask questions. She gently took his arm and led him out of the store, moving fast but calm.

“It’s okay,” she said. “We’ll take care of it.”

They got to the car, and David sat down carefully, still red with shame.

“I didn’t mean to,” he muttered. “I wasn’t planning to—”

Lily interrupted him softly. “You don’t need to explain. Your body did what it needed. It happens.”

“But I… I pooped myself, Lily. Like a toddler.”

She turned to him, unshaken. “And I love you. Whether you’re wearing boxers, diapers, or nothing at all. You’re safe with me. Always.”

She drove them home in silence, her hand resting on his thigh the whole way. When they arrived, she led him to the bathroom, helped him undress, and gently cleaned him up—wipes, warm water, fresh powder.

No judgment. Just care.

She rediapered him afterward and wrapped him in a blanket, sitting beside him on the bed.

“You didn’t do anything wrong,” she said. “You don’t have to be in control every second. That’s why I’m here.”

David buried his face in her shoulder. “I never thought I’d be this dependent.”

“You’re not dependent,” she replied. “You’re open. Honest. Brave. And lucky to have someone who loves every part of you.”

That night, she diapered him again without asking. He didn’t resist. In fact, he relaxed fully—knowing, now more than ever, that he was loved for who he truly was.

Not despite the accidents. Not because of them.

But because Lily had always seen him—not as a burden, not as a patient, not as a man to fix—but as someone who had finally stopped holding back.

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Part 1

It started gradually. David would wake in the early hours of the morning and find the bed cold and damp. The first time, he was too stunned to speak. The second time, he blamed it on a weird dream. The third time, he stripped the sheets before Lily could notice.

But Lily noticed everything.

One morning, she woke to the sound of the washing machine running earlier than usual. She padded out to the laundry room and found David staring down at a pile of sheets, his shoulders slumped.

He didn’t hear her approach. She wrapped her arms around him from behind.

“Want to tell me what’s going on?” she asked softly.

He tensed, then slowly turned around. His eyes were rimmed with exhaustion.

“I didn’t want you to know,” he said. “I didn’t want you to worry. I’ve been… wetting the bed. Not every night, but enough.”

Lily blinked, then just nodded. No shock. No disgust. Just calm, quiet concern.

“You’ve been carrying that alone?” she asked.

He nodded.

“Well,” she said, squeezing his hand, “you don’t have to anymore.”

That night, Lily brought a small package to the bedroom—one she had discreetly ordered while David was at work. Inside was a package of thick, soft adult diapers, in a plain design. She also held a small container of powder and some wipes.

David froze. “You… you really don’t have to do this.”

“I want to,” she said. “Not just because of the accidents. Because I think part of you needs to feel safe. Cared for. And I want to be the one who gives you that.”

David lay back on the bed, heart pounding, as Lily carefully unfolded the diaper and slid it under his hips. Her hands moved slowly, deliberately, treating the moment not like a chore—but a gift.

Once he was snugly taped up and tucked under the covers, Lily curled against his chest.

That night, David slept deeply. And in the morning, the diaper was wet—but the bed was dry. Lily didn’t tease, or gawk. She smiled, kissed him, and helped him change before breakfast. It became their quiet ritual.

Over the next few weeks, the routine became more natural. David stopped flinching at the sound of tapes or the crinkle of padding. He began to associate it not with shame—but relief. Safety. Warmth.

One weekend morning, Lily looked over at him while they were drinking coffee.

“Have you ever thought about wearing during the day?” she asked.

David blinked. “You mean…?”

“Just when we’re at home,” she said. “Days when you need to shut the world out. I can help. It’s not weird to me. Honestly, I think it’s kind of sweet.”

David hesitated, but his heart thudded with a quiet kind of longing. He nodded.

That Saturday, after his shower, Lily met him in the bedroom with a fresh diaper—not just the basic white ones, but one she’d found that was a little thicker, with faint pastel colors and soft, stretchy sides.

She helped him lie back and diapered him gently. Then she dressed him in a cozy T-shirt and soft cotton lounge pants.

“There,” she said. “Now you don’t have to worry about anything.”

They spent the day curled on the couch, watching movies, reading, napping. Lily would occasionally check him, smiling quietly when she felt he was wet.

“You don’t even realize you’re going,” she whispered once, gently patting the front of his diaper. “That’s how relaxed you are with me. That makes me really happy.”

Eventually, David began to ask for it—especially on weekends or after hard days at work. Some nights, Lily would bring him a warm bottle before bed, and they’d talk as she rubbed his back.

They never rushed it. No roles were forced. But over time, their dynamic shifted: not just husband and wife, but caregiver and cared-for. Two people who had found in each other the rare freedom to be their whole selves—no masks, no shame.

And when David woke up one morning—wet, warm, and smiling—he realized something he hadn’t been able to admit before.

He wasn’t broken.

He was safe.

Because Lily had made it safe to let go

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As she watches all the grownups go about their day, you couldn’t help but be proud of her. She’s come so far.

You remember the very first time she brought this up. It was three months into your relationship. More than enough time to have fallen head over heels in love with her.

She was so nervous. She told you she wanted to talk about something important, but as she mumbled and stuttered along, you remember how scared you were.

You assumed she was going to break up with you. Or maybe tell you she was dying. You didn’t know what it was, but her nerves and dancing around it caused your anxiety to spike.

You remember when she finally said it. “I-I like to…well..wear…iliketoweardiapers.” She said it so fast you weren’t sure if she was speaking English.

“I’m sorry you like to wear what?” you ask.

Her face made was so red it would make a tomato jealous. “Diapers,” she whispers, barely audible.

It wasn’t what you expected. You weren’t kink averse by any means, but it was still unexpected. But if you believed in one thing in this world, it was that people should be free to live out their best lives, free of judgement. You may not understand it—yet—but you loved her so you supported this.

“That’s nothing to be so nervous about, you know I love you! Of course I’ll support you! Tell me more…”

She did. She explained all of it. That she was a little. That she loved wetting and messing her diapers. How happy and free she felt in little space. How she’s always dreamed of finding someone who could be her boyfriend and Daddy.

You discussed it with her for hours. You told her you only have one rule: you will go as far as she wants, but once she wants a privilege taken away, it would never come back.

If she wants something, she has to really want it. So if she wants to wear 24/7, she would be expected to wear 24/7. No exceptions, no excuses, no breaks. If she wanted an early bedtime, she can’t go to bed later ever again.

It wasn’t to scare her. No, quite the opposite. You saw just how important this was to her. You knew this wasn’t a passing phase. So this would ensure every decision she makes, she thinks long and hard about.

You would go as far as she wanted. But she could never come back. You saw how much she loved your new rule.

She started off slow. “I want to wear diapers whenever we are in private and nobody else is around.” And so she did. Not long after she asked to call you Daddy and have you check and change her diapers in private. Soon after she asked for more babyish things like pacifiers, onesies, and sippy cups.

And, for a while, that’s how it stayed. She was content living her dd/lg dreams in private. Whenever you were alone, she was your diapered babygirl. When you were in public, she was your diaper-free girlfriend.

But you could tell she was growing antsy. “Is there anything else you want to do babygirl?”

She thought about it for a few minutes. “Well, I was thinking, maybe I should start wearing 24/7.”

“That’s a big step sweetie, are you sure you want to wear all day, every day, forever?”

More hesitation. You knew she was mulling it over. Finally, she whispers, “yes, Daddy, can I go 24/7? But can I handle my diapers in public for now?”

“Of course, princess. But you’ll have to wear pink megamax diapers, okay? I don’t want my babygirl leaking because she has bad diapers or forgets to change.”

“Okay, Daddy! Thank you!”

This continued for the next six months. She was your babygirl in private, potentially incontinent girlfriend in public. It was perfect.

She sobbed as you proposed on her favorite hiking trail that day. She was in diapers for it. She was living the life she always dreamed.

That night, as she stared into your eyes, she asked to go further. “Can you be in charge of my diapers, Daddy? I want you to check and change my diapers for me. I want you to order them. I don’t want to worry about my diapers ever again.”

You smile at her as she lays on your chest, eyes full of love and excitement. “Of course, babygirl. Do you want me to check and change you whenever I think is appropriate, or whenever we can be discreet?”

“Can you be discreet, Daddy?” she whispers, “but also, can you please choose everything I wear from now on? I want to be your cute princess everywhere. Can you choose clothes that don’t make it obvious? I don’t want to look like a baby.”

“Of course, princess. You’ll look so cute, I promise! But nobody but me will know.”

The first—and only—time you ever broke your rules was when you let her choose her own wedding dress. You wanted this to be special—for both of you.

Two weeks before your wedding, she waddled over to you. She was so cute in her saggy diaper, short white t-shirt, and pink pacifier. She sounded even cuter as she lisped out, “Daddy, can-can I talk to you?”

“Of course, babygirl, what’s up?”

“I-I was thinking. After we get married, can I be your full time baby girl? In private and in public. I..I love you,” she says, tears welling up in her eyes, “you make me feel so safe, so happy. This is the happiest I’ve ever been in my life. I want to go as far as I can. I don’t care what people think. I don’t care what they will say. I only care about you, Daddy.”

You never loved her more than this moment. She was finally breaking down the walls. Finally becoming who she was destined to be. But you also knew what this meant.

“Of course, princess,” you say, “but you know what this means right? No more adult privileges ever again. No more late nights, no more alcohol, no more adult shows like Vanderpump Rules, no more privacy, no more phones, none of it.”

“You will be my babygirl, full time. You will go to bed when I say, eat what I say, be changed when I say, watch what I allow. And…”

You hesitate. You know what you have to give up for her to fully be your babygirl. You work hard to compose yourself. You don’t want her to see your pain. You don’t want her to see your own sacrifice. It’s worth it for her to be happy. That’s all that matters.

“It also means no more big girl bed time activities. Your princess parts will stay in your diapers.”

You see her look up into your eyes. Searching for clues. You know she doesn’t want you to suffer for her. So you smile. You force yourself to smile the same smile as when she asked to go 24/7.

“But-but…Daddy! No, why not? I-I-I love you,” she cries. Tears dripping down her face.

“It’s for the best, babygirl. I don’t mind, I promise,” you say as you wrap her in a hug.

“Can…can we have just one last night on our honeymoon?” she sobs, “please.”

“Of course, princess,” you say, trying to avoid her hearing your voice crack, “one last night.” You knew how painful that night would be.

Today was the second day of your honeymoon. You think back to last night. It was full of bittersweet pleasure. You touched each other as if for the last time, wordlessly communicating your love through your bodies.

When you finished, both of you collapsed into the bed. You held each other tight. Letting your eyes say what neither of you could bear to say out loud. It was unnecessary. You kissed her deeply, like the adult she was for the moment, for the very last time.

You saw her eyes grow heavy. It was well past her bedtime. Before she fell asleep you say, “good night, Megan, I’ll always love you.”

You hear, almost as a whisper, “I love you too, always.”

You give yourself only a moment to mourn the loss of that part of your relationship. After all, she did fall asleep without a diaper—also for the last time. You know her control has already spiraled. You don’t want a wet bed.

You’re already awake when she wakes up. “G’morning Daddy!” she says happily.

“Good morning, babygirl. What do you want to do today?”

“I want to watch the grownups!”

“Of course, princess!”

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Thanksgiving at his Family's House

"Sorry, sweetie! Brandon didn't tell us he was bringing a guest! This is the only chair we have left! I'm just so happy that you're such a tiny little thing, that you fit!" Your boyfriend's mom told you as she slid the tray of the high chair in place.

At least you got to sit next to Brandon, you thought to yourself as you looked at the crowded room filled with the unfamiliar faces of your boyfriend's relatives.

It would have been nice if Brandon could have warned his family he was bringing you. It would have been nice if he would have had the time of dinner right. Maybe if you had been on time or his mom was forewarned, you wouldn't be dressed in your holiday best, locked in a high chair, waiting for Brandon to make you a plate like a toddler.

But, you weren't going to make a fuss and risk a bad impression the first time meeting his family. And you were glad you didn't.

As dinner went on, you found yourself happily chatting with all of Brandon's family members. They were all so kind and interesting that you totally forgot your childish seating arrangement.

As you chatted away with Brandon's sister, a 27-year-old woman just a few years your senior, you didn't even mind when he left, saying he was going to play football in the backyard.

At least, you didn't mind until all of the delicious food you had been eating started to make its way through your body.

"Hey, do you think you could let me out so I can help clean up?" You asked your boyfriend's sister timidly as you started to notice mother nature running it's course through your bladder and bowels.

"Of course not, sweetie! You're our guest! Make yourself comfortable! No cleaning for you," she said as she cleared your plate and utensils off the tray of your highchair.

You turned to Brandon's mother, hoping for help from her as a cramp rocked your body.

"Um, ma'am, could you let me out? I'd like to keep getting to know you all and don't want to be stuck at the table," you asked politely.

Your boyfriend's mother grinned.

"Oh, sweetie! You don't have to get out of your seat for that! I'll just roll you into the kitchen so you can talk with us while we clean!"

You blushed as the larger woman easily tipped the high chair back on its small wheels and rolled you into the kitchen.

You gripped your stomach and squeezed your thighs together as best you could as his mother and sister spoke with you while doing dishes.

However, after a little time, the sound of running water in the sink and the pressure of the large dinner you ate became too much. With zero fanfare, your bladder and bowels released at once, destroying your panties and cute holiday skirt.

Tears immediately pooled in your eyes at the humiliation of what had just happened. You were trying to plan a way out of the situation when Brandon's sister turned from the sink, and her gaze fell on you.

"What's wrong?" She asked just as the smell hit her. "Oh! Oh, no! Why didn't you tell us you needed to?" She asked rhetorically, letting the last words of her question drop off.

Tears began to roll down your cheeks in earnest.

The slightly older woman leaped into action immediately at your obvious distress. She whispered in her mom's ear then rescued you from your plastic prison. She easily lifted you onto her hip like an infant, embarrassingly smushing the mess in your panties into you, and carried you to an upstairs bedroom, decorated for a young girl.

"Don't worry, sweetie, we'll get you all fixed up and know one will be the wiser!"

Your boyfriend's sister expertly stripped you of your clothes and produced another holiday outfit, this time a red dress that looked a little big for you. She also pulled a large, white diaper out of a dresser.

You were too embarrassed to protest or ask questions as she had you lay on the bed and diapered you. You then meekly raised your arms as she pulled the dress over your head.

You spun for her at her command. She clapped her hands together, satisfied.

"Perfect! And no one else has to know! If anyone asks, I just thought you would look amazing in this cute little dress I used to wear to Thanksgiving in middle school, and you agreed to change!"

You nodded your head obediently, ready to agree to any story other than the truth.

"And, if you have any other little, um, accidents," your boyfriend's sister said conspiratorially, "just let me know, and your new big sister will be more than happy to take care of you again."

You blushed, but nodded your head in affirmation meekly, not ready to piss off the woman who just helped you after watching you mess yourself in a highchair.

She led you back into the rest of the house, where the rest of the family was now gathered together watching football. Brandon's mom gave you an empathetic look as you carefully walked over to your boyfriend and sat next to him.

"Hey, baby," he said, making your face turn as red as your dress, "Cute outfit! My sis is letting you borrow her clothes? I told you that she'd love you!"

You just snuggled into him and made a non-committal noise.

The rest of the night went blessedly smoothly. Everyone socialized amiably, updating each other on the happenings in their lives before it was time to leave. You were only reminded of the events earlier in the day twice, when Brandon's sister asked if you needed any more 'help.'

As you left for the night, his sister made sure to give you the last hug. She let her hand drift down your back and onto your padded rear-end, squeezing it before announcing to the rest of the family, "I've always wanted a baby sister, and I'm so happy my little brother has seemed to find me the perfect one! I can't wait to see you at Christmas!"

The rest of the family cheered in agreement as you walked out the door to the car, your boyfriend beaming at how much everyone loved you. You, on the other hand, couldn't help but feel like you were going to learn to dread holidays with his family as you let a little trickle of urine into the diaper wrapped between your legs.

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I’ve never really thought of myself as a super-far-out, anything-goes sort of guy. Oh, I’m totally down with toleration; you do you, be what you want to be, wear whatever clothes or get whatever tattoos or love whomever you want. But I somehow always thought about socially unusual things as still somehow far away - not something that I’d ever consider doing, and not something any romantic partner of mine would ever be into. Not remotely.

And then I met Nancy. She’d come to my college from Portland - or so I learned that first day when we’d been inexplicably thrown together in orientation. I found out too that she was a cat lover, that she’d studied abroad in Japan, and that her favorite genre of music was dream pop. She was cute in a fresh sort of way - unstudied, bright, and genuine - and she seemed so wholesome. Needless to say, I’d fallen in love before the first week was out.

Nancy certainly didn’t seem like the sort of girl to meet anyone’s definition of far-out or weird. But then, one evening as we were walking back from the campus gym, she hesitantly mentioned that there was something she wanted to tell me before we hung out any more. Yep, that’s when she dropped it: the bombshell that - according to some, I guess - made her so far-out, so different, so weird.

She had a little quirk. Quirk was her word for it, and somehow, I still like using it even now. “A little quirk I’ve had for years and years,” she told me simply, her fingers delicately picking at one of the seams in her gym shorts. “It’s not really all that normal, I guess…but it’s me. And I guess I want you to know before you and I, you know, get too serious…” Thankfully, and before my imagination could kick into overdrive, she finally told me what that quirk was. Sometimes, instead of normal underwear, she liked to wear diapers.

“They just feel so nice and safe and warm,” she replied to my confused questions as to why she liked them. “It feels like a warm hug all around down there, you know. And wearing helps me feel, I don’t know, so calm and peaceful…” Well, I couldn’t very well deny that it did seem pretty odd. But it was sweet of her to tell me, especially since it must have been super embarrassing. And somehow, the more I thought about it, both in that moment and in the days to come, the more sense it began to make…

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Yes, that’s Nancy there in the photo; we took a little trip to the park just last weekend. Already she’s surprisingly comfortable wearing her “special pants” around me, as you can see. But oddly enough, I don’t mind at all. Far-out? Weird? Well, some folks might say so. But all I see when I watch her leaning there, her cute shorts puffed out around the diaper neatly tucked beneath, is a lovely and attractive young woman. Call it whatever you want, but to me somehow her little “quirk” is one of the most endearing and sweet things about her.

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Coffee Shop

Another chapter in Emily and Katie’s world. Long story with a few pics. As always characters are 18+

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Trevor hated living with his mother. He is 19 years old but still lives at home due to being in college, but she always had the most humiliating punishments, even in adulthood. A week ago, Trevor got drunk and came home and wet the bed. His mother was not happy, so he head to school. He came back in awe to see his room had been completely rearranged to a babies nursery complete with a crib, changing table, and high chair. His punishing for "pissing himself like a baby" was he was to live as a baby for 1 year, including using diapers for every toilet need even at school, drinking from baby bottles, wearing babyish clothes, being spoon fed from the high chair, and everything else a baby needs. As Trevor was laying on the changing table getting his messy diaper changed by his mother while he sucked his pacifier, and thinking about how he had messed himself in math class and everyone noticed the smell and the diaper bulge, he knew his social life was over.

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"What's that smell Jonathon, it's not what I think, is it?"

*Silence and shy blushes*

"Oh my gosh it is! You stinky little boy! I told you not to dirty your nappy and what have you gone and done!"

"Sorry Mummy"

"Get up to your bedroom, I can't have this smell in the house whilst we have guests round. I'm going to have to change you right now!"

"Please Mummy not in my bedroom, my cousins are in there."

"Well that can be your punishment then! They're not only going to find out that you're still in nappies at the age of 18, but they're also going see what a disgusting mess you make in them as well! Now get upstairs, strip and lay on your bed, I'm so furious with you Jonathon!"

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My Best Friends Sister (Pt. 1)

"Hey man, is Katie okay? She seems really on edge or something." I ask my friend Connor.

We've all know each other since we were kids. Their dad was never around so Connor and I looked after Katie and their mom. Now we still spend most of our free time together. Katie lives with my friend Conner so I see her frequently. She's normally bubbly and happy but this week she hasn’t been herself. Conner cares about her but he can be kind of a dick to her, where I've always had a soft spot for her. The older we get, the larger that spot has grown but I'd never act on it.

"I don't know, she won't talk to me. She's been acting like a little brat again and shutting me out so I've started to give her some space. She talks to you sometimes though, maybe you could attempt to see what's going on." He says, a bit hopeful. Of course, I'd take any chance to talk to her.

"Yeah, I'll go see if I can get her to talk. Call 911 if I don't make it out" I joke and we both laugh.

*Knocks on bedroom door*

"Katie it's me, can I come in?" I ask, trying to sound normal.

"Leave me alone!" She shouts back. I roll my eyes.

"Katie come on, don't start with the attitude." I say sternly. I look over and my friend is looking at me like I've lost my mind. She hates being talked to that way. Well… she acts like she hates it but I've seen her slip enough to know better.

"I'm going to count to 5 and if this door isn't open, we're going to have some serious problems. 1.... 2.... 3" I start counting and the door flies open.

"Fine! You better have a good reason for this.” She huffs and I smile, knowing I was right and my friend is probably in shock that it worked. She sits on her bed with her arms crossed, sporting a sour look. I start looking around before I sit down next to her.

"Come on Sugar, tell me what's going on. You haven’t been yourself all week" I say softly. She just shakes her head and basically pouts.

I adjust myself on her bed and notice something... A different sound. I move again and it's coming from the bed. I get up and lift the covers, seeing a plastic mattress protector sticking out from under the sheets. She's mortified but silent as she looks away from my gaze.

"Care to explain this, sugar? I know you haven't always had this. You can tell me if something is going on." I say gently. No answer again. I sigh knowing I'm going to have to do this the hard way.

"You've got two choices. 1, you look at me and tell me the truth about what's going on. 2, I go through all of your belongings… and device history until I find out." I tell her sternly.

She whips her head around so fast to glare at me. "I'll call my brother in here. He won't let you do that." She retorts, thinking that would work.

"Who do you think sent me in here, Sugar? I'm happy to get to the bottom of this either way so what's it going to be." I ask. She just stares at me in silence so I take that as the hard option and I get up to start on her closet.

"Wait!" She shouts, sounding panicked.

"Yes?" I ask without turning around.

"I'll tell you. Please don't go through my things, Jace" she says in a defeated tone. I walk back to her but instead of sitting on the bed, I sit on her computer chair. I move it right in front of her and sit with one leg on either side of hers.

"I'm all ears, Sugar." I say to her. She waits a minute before letting out a big sigh and starting.

"You're the last person I want to know about this, this is extremely embarrassing and I don't want to tell you." She states, hoping that I'll back off. But I watch her and wait for her to continue. "I've been extremely stressed with finals and work right now... It's brought on an old problem that I'm trying to deal with." She said and waited for me to say something but I just wait for her to continue. "I used to wet the bed and sometimes have accidents as a kid. I recently went to the doctor and she told me that stress is likely the reason I'm dealing with it again. But she couldn't tell me when it would go away." She finishes and she's bright red now and fidgeting with her fingers.

"Is that the whole truth? How often are these accidents happening and when did this start? Aside from your mattress protector, what are you doing to help with it?" I ask as I ease up on the tough guy act. I remember that she used to wet the bed sometimes but as far as she knows, I never knew.

"Yes, that's the whole truth. This is really embarrassing and it bothers me a lot. I don't want people to know or to think I'm some dumb baby. It started a few months ago and has just gotten worse. It's been happening every night and when it's a really stressful day sometimes I have an accident or two." She confesses but didn't answer everything.

"And aside from the mattress protector...?" I ask, reminding her. The poor girl looks like she's about to cry.

"I've been wearing diapers again to bed." She chokes out. I know she's embarrassed but none of this bothers me like she thinks.

"What about for your daytime accidents, Sugar?" I ask.

"I still wear my panties during the day." She says quickly.

"You were a very good girl for telling me the truth. I'm so sorry you're dealing with this but you don't have to go through it alone. Your brother and I can help you and help take the stress off the best we can. No one will think you're a baby or think less of you, everyone knows how independent and intelligent you are. You've done a great job by going to the doctor and taking care of your nighttime accidents so far. Let us help you." I say almost pleading.

"No! No. He can't find out, I don't want h-" she starts but I cut her off.

"Don't start that, he has a right to know and he will be finding out. He doesn't have to be involved if you don't want but he needs to be aware. It's very important, do you understand?" I ask sternly, giving her a look.

"I don't want him involved and I don't want to talk to him about it. " She states.

"Fine, I will handle it and make sure he respects your wishes." I reassure her and I see her visibly relax.

"Would you like my help, Sugar? I'm sure it can't be easy with your work load and you know I'll be here all summer while your brother is overseas. I can help you with your studies, the extra laundry, your diaper changes, the apartment chores." I start listing things and she goes rigid.

"I can manage just fine, thanks" she says through gritted teeth. I'm thinking it might be time to call it the end of the chat to let her relax when I notice her hand placement on her lap and the dark spot creeping out around it.

"Stand up, Sugar." I say quickly and she shakes her head at me. "Now. 1.... 2...." I start the countdown. I'm not sure why that works but it always has. She stands and tries to cover her accident. I see the tears prick her eyes as she tries not to let me see how upset she is.

"It's okay honey, I know this was a hard conversation. Would you please let me help you?" I say softly, trying to coax her into letting me. She gives me a faint nod. "You know I'll need verbal confirmation, Sugar." I say, hoping that didn't change her answer.

"Yes, please, Jace." She hiccups out as the wet spot grows. I direct her into her bathroom and start the shower. I undress her while the water warms.

"You're okay, Sugar, I got you. You take a long hot shower and I'm going to get the laundry started. I'll be here when you're all done though to get you ready for bed. Don't worry, I'll take care of everything if you let me know where you're hiding your diapers." I speak softly and brush her hair out of her eyes.

"In the closet... under the loose floorboard on the left." She says sheepishly. I raise an eyebrow but let it go.

"Okay the water is warm. Get cleaned up." I say and then get to work on the laundry like I said I would.

I lay out a clean blanket on her bed and go looking for these diapers. Oh, I definitely found them... I had to chuckle. They're not boring medical diapers. They have cute little animals in pastel colors all over them. She even has baby powder and rash cream. Oh, and there's a little stuffed animal down there too... That's no place for one. I got all of her supplies out and laid it on the bed ready for her. Next, I picked out her pj's, one of her cute nightgowns seemed fitting.

I heard the water shut off and I walked into the bathroom with a big fluffy towel that I had warmed in the dryer. She hesitated but let me dry her off. I think she was still in shock and unsure what to do or say so I let her just enjoy being taken care of. She froze when she walked out of the bathroom and saw what was waiting for her on the bed.

"I don't need all of that stuff, Jace. It can go back." She tried arguing but I didn't even respond. I just guided her to lay down for her diaper. God, she was so pretty and even putting a diaper on her had me worked up. I didn't give in to those thoughts though. I put cream and powder on her and taped up her cute diaper. I had to admit she was actually adorable like this. Naked except for a thick diaper was not what I expected to be turned on by. I put her nightgown on her and pulled back the covers for her to climb into bed. It was 8:30 which is extremely early for her but I know she hasn’t had a lot of sleep lately.

"Thank you for being such a good girl and letting me take care of you. I know that was hard but I hope I helped ease some of your stress. Your clothes and blanket will be dry in the morning. You, Sugar, are going to get some sleep. I want you to unwind and relax. I know you extremely well so I put a timer on your TV and your phone. It's temporary, don't worry, I just wanted to make sure you relax tonight. Your laptop is staying in my room tonight as well. I'm just down the hall if you need me, the timer doesn't mean you can't get ahold of me anytime. I promise things will get better soon. Night night, Sugar." I let her know and started to get up but she grabbed my wrist.

"Thank you, Jace. I really appreciate your understanding." She said to me. I could tell she wanted to say something else but I didn't push it.

"No need to thank me, Sugar. Get some sleep." I say and then walk out of her room.

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Don’t fear, Mommy’s here!

“Sweetheart, this is what you wanted,” mommy sighed, “you said you wanted to be little more often, and I happily agreed, remember?”

“Yeah, but not in public!” I pouted.

“It’ll only be a picnic in the park. It’ll be a fun outing with Mommy, super casual.”

“B-but I’ll be in diapers.”

Mommy chuckled at that, “Baby, you’re in diapers most the time anyways these days. I don’t want you to be trapped in the house just because of some silly fear about someone seeing your diapers. What I do want is to spoil my baby boy by taking you on adventures to amusement parks, playgrounds, the zoo, you name it! There’s nothing to be afraid of sweetie, I promise.”

Mommy gave me one of her signature radiant smiles, and when I saw her lovingly looking down at me, I got the sense that everything was going to be alright. After all, she was my mommy, and she was going to take care of me.

“Mmmm okay mommy,” I crossed my arms trying to accent my point but probably looking more like a toddler than I wanted to, “but I want to wear big boy clothes!”

“Hmmm,” mommy put a thoughtful finger and thumb up to her chin as if she was some sagely philosopher, “Well, I don’t know about big boy clothes, but how about these.”

She showed me a pair of khaki shorts and a Barney t-shirt.

“I don’t wanna wear a Barney t-shirt, mommy!”

“But sweetheart, you’d look so cute in it!”

“Nuh-uh Mommy!”

“Hmmm well would you prefer your little onesie that says ‘Mommy’s little stinker’ on it? Or maybe your shortalls with the adorable little teddy bear on the front? Oh you’d look so adorable!”

“No! No! No! I wanna wear a big boy shirt, mommy!” I stomped my feet in a budding temper tantrum. Mommy’s smile faded, and I immediately regretted my brattiness.

“Careful baby,” Mommy raised an eyebrow, “if you keep throwing a tantrum, you’ll wear the onesie with a red bottom peaking out for everyone to see.”

“S-sawry mommy,” I tilted my head downward.

Mommy lifted my head to meet her gaze with her fingers under my jaw, “it’s okay little one. Thank you for apologizing like a good boy.”

“Heh you’re welcome Mommy!” I giggled. I loved when she called me a good boy…

“Now,” Mommy smiled, “Let’s get you dressed. And no more fussing. Honestly, I don’t think you have any ‘big boy’ shirts left. Remember how we threw out most of your big boy clothes? Barney might be the most big boy shirt you have left.”

“Okay mommy,” I sighed, resigned to my fate.

“Don’t worry, Sweetheart; we’re going to have a great time!”

Before I knew it, I found myself on a picnic blanket in the middle of the park with a sippy cup between my lips and a Barney shirt on my chest. Mommy dressing me and strapping me into my car seat usually felt like it took longer, but it probably went by so quickly because of how anxious I was.

Still, whenever I looked at Mommy’s gentle smile, I felt safe, and the world seemed perfect, even if the world felt like it only encompassed the park Mommy and I currently occupied.

Mommy had packed me diagonally sliced peanut butter and jelly sandwhiches as well as animal crackers! They were so tasty!

After awhile, I forgot about my anxiety in lieu of all the fun I was having! Mommy was right —as per usual— picnics were fun!

That is, until she decided to check my diaper.

Without so much as a word, I felt mommy’s hand squish against the seat of my diaper over my khaki shorts.

“Sweetheart, you’re soaked,” Mommy said, “I need to change you before you leak. Lay down for mommy.”

“B-Buh mommy,” I stammered, “people will see…”

“Well baby,” mommy gently yet firmly guided me down to the ground with a hand on my shoulder, “people would definitely see if you wet your shorts and you had to walk around in only a diaper. Is that what you want, little one?”

“N-no mommy.”

“Then be a good boy for mommy, and behave during your changie, okay?”

“O-okay mommy.”

Mommy unbuckled and pulled my shorts down to my ankles as if this were as casual to her as rummaging through her purse for something. I could feel the tomato-red blush singe my cheeks.

To my dismay, a couple waking their dog sauntered by on the walking path at the edge of the park. If they hadn’t seen me before, they definitely noticed when the loud plasticky rip of my diaper tapes came undone.

Tears started to well up in my eyes, as I saw the woman glance over at me, quickly followed by her partner.

“Hey. Hey, baby,” Mommy recaptured my attention, “shhh it’s okay. We don’t know them, and they don’t know us.”

I nodded, but the tears in my eyes didn’t go away.

“Shhhh,” Mommy soothed me again, “look at me. Look at Mommy. I’m going to take care of you. That means changing your diapers when they need changing, and that also means protecting you from the big scary world when you need it, okay? I won’t let anything or anyone hurt my baby, okay?”

As I saw her trademark smile grace her face, the tears in my eyes subsided. I didn’t have to worry. I was with Mommy!

“O-okay Mommy.”

“That’s a good boy!” Mommy beamed.

I loved her so much.

Before I knew it the diaper change was over, and my shorts were back around my waist, once again covering my babyish padding. Mommy was right, all I had to do was trust her.

“You were so good today,” mommy commented as she strapped me back into my car seat, “how about some ice cream as a treat for my good boy?”

“YAYYY ICE CREAM!” I enthusiastically agreed.

Mommy kissed my forehead, “and next week we can explore the Aquarium! Getting changed in a family bathroom should be nothing to you after this!”

I blushed but still managed to smile. To my surprise I was actually looking forward to all of Mommy’s adventures that the future held. I knew as long as she was there to take care of me, I would be okay.

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Showing Her Support

He was so timid, even when we first met. That was part of the reason I was so enamored with him; he was such a sweet and caring guy, which was such a refreshing change of pace from the hyper-masculine posturing of the typical guys I dated.

The first few months of dating were a totally refreshing experience. He was bashful and adorable. I was surprised by how much I enjoyed “wearing the pants” in the relationship. I found that I relished in taking the initiative and taking care of this sweet boy. My sweet boy.

When he told me about this… little side of him some time after moving in together, I couldn’t not melt from cuteness overload! You’re telling me the cutest guy I’ve ever dated wanted to wear diapers and suck on pacifiers? It was almost too adorable to handle!

Regardless, he still seemed really shy about it, even after telling me. Even after hearing me gush over my new baby boyfriend. That’s why I had to be extra supportive!

And that’s what this was, showing my support. Transforming the spare room to a nursery complete with crib, diaper drawers, and everything should make it impossible for him to pretend he’s not a little baby boy anymore! This was all to show him that I support his little life, and I’m excited to take care of my new little baby boyfriend!

That brings me to the here and now, changing another of my baby boy’s diapers. He’s so cute and so silly. He still blushes every time even though I had changed his diaper countless times before. He still has shyness about his new role despite the childish nursery surrounding him, yet somehow that shyness was adorable.

“Why are you blushing baby?” I teased, “I thought you’d be used to Mommy changing your diapers by now?”

His only response was to suck his pacifier faster and hide his tomato-red face behind his bear. Adorable.

You smiled at the childish display as you wiped his most intimate parts.

He really was so silly. He was blushing as if he didn’t sleep in a crib every night, as if I hadn’t changed a countless numbers of his diapers, as if I didn’t dress him in the toddler-ish shirt he wore right now, as if he wasn’t used to sucking his pacifier or hugging his teddy. He just needed a little bit more encouragement, encouragement you would happily give him.

“It’s okay, baby. I know you’re just a little baby, and that’s okay! Look around; you live in a nursery, little one! Mommy is here to take such good care of you! ”

Sure your baby boyfriend was shy, but you were so proud of him for telling you about his little side. Now all you had to do was continue to show your support of your silly little one.

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Not So Bad

“See, this isn’t so bad, is it sweetie?”

You jumped at the voice of your mo— your girlfriend; you had gotten so invested in coloring between the lines that you hadn’t noticed her sit next to you on your playmat.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say my lil one was really enjoying coloring, hmm?”

You let the crayon fall out of your hands and turned to face her. You scowled behind your pacifier, trying your best to make a face that told her how unamused and serious you were.

“Sweetie,” she giggled, “if you’re trying to show mommy how gown-up you can be, it would probably work better without the pacifier bobbing in between your silly little lips.”

You blinked. Why hadn’t you thought of that? Your mouth widened, allowing the slobbery pacifier to slip out.

“I am a gwown-up!” You whined.

“Right~” Mommy said skeptically, “and that’s why you need mommy to check your diapies?”

“I don need my diapies checked!”

“Really? So if I checked your diaper right now, it would be bone-dry?”

“Well, I didn’t say—“

Mommy ignored your protests as she reached across the playmat to squish the seat of your padding.

“Oh my goodness baby! Your diapie is soaked! You must’ve gotten distracted playing, huh?”

“I— uhhhh,” you stammered helplessly.

“Don’t worry, sweetie. Mommy bought a whole new pack of diapers to change you into! Isn’t that great!”

Another one? You had always been pretty open to trying new things, especially when it came to your partner’s kinks, but this was getting out of hand.

Your girlfriend had convinced you to be her baby for as long as it took you to go through all your diapers. At the time, that meant one pack of diapers, which didn’t seem so bad. Then, one pack mysteriously spawned another, and before you knew it, you had shelves and shelves of diapers to soil.

Now that you think about it, you couldn’t even remember exactly how long ago that was. Parts of this had been fun while it lasted, but enough was enough. It was time to put your foot down.

“No! No! No!” You kicked your legs against the playmat for emphasis, “I am a big kid, and I wanna be treated as such! No more diapies!!”

“Sweetheart,” mommy’s voice was drowning in honey, “let’s not kid ourselves. A real adult would have never let this go on so long; nothing was stopping you from saying no and ripping off your diaper months ago. A real adult wouldn’t wet diaper after diaper and sit in them until their caregiver changed them with no complaints.”

“B-Buh…” tears started to well in your eyes as you failed to find a retort.

“Shhh it’s okay sweetheart,” she lovingly stroked a wayward strand of hair behind your ear, “Now that we know for sure you’re not a real adult, I can take care of you just like the baby I wanted.”

“Besides it’s not all bad. Look at these adorable diapies you get to wear for mommy; there’s even little teddy bears on the back!”

"Y-yeah, buh…"

"Hey, I know! How about I give you a super duper special diapie change and make you go all tingly in your special area? Then I'll read you a story and put you down for a nap. Now wouldn't that make my little one feel all better?"

"Y-yeth Mommy."

As mommy led you by hand to your changing table, you couldn’t shake the thought that maybe —just maybe— this isn’t so bad.

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Credit for this image goes to @diaperedcuties

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As always, all characters depicted are 18+

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If you’re looking for a sign to be shamelessly confident with wearing diapers in public, this is it.

For many, whether by condition or otherwise, being padded isn’t an option. It’s something that simply must be accepted. It can feel like your freedom is reduced, but that’s the furthest thing from the truth!

If you’re here.. diapers likely bring you comfort, protection, and happiness to live your life thinking about one less thing. You (or your partner) may be interested in 24/7 wear. Don’t make the same mistake I did.

Don’t hide.

Be you. Wear whatever you want. Let that waistband stick out when you bend over. Wear those cute pants that accentuate your diaper butt. Don’t be showy…but that doesn’t mean put a ton of effort into hiding.

This is along the same vein as disability acceptance. If you’re choosing 24/7 for life… you’re essentially co-opting a “disability” (or perhaps you’re padded for life because you truly have one). Just as any disability, the best course is to integrate accommodations into your life. Shame should have no say. Don’t let it shrink your wardrobe, social circle, list of things you like doing. No apologies. When you need accommodations, accessibility should be paramount and any mature adult won’t bat an eye at the accommodations you choose.

I’m only half-ish incontinent, the rest of it is based on sensory input and being high-anxiety. I don’t feel right without diapers, and on the off-day I’m not padded, I really struggle if I’m not near a bathroom. It’s slowed down fun trips and made adventures out of the house involving a lot of walking excruciating.

If diapers fix all of that for me, why shouldn’t I be happy and proud of them? Why shouldn’t I be proud of an accommodation that allows me to live my life freely?

I’ll take someone grinning at my diaper butt in the grocery store every day if it means I’m comfortably accommodated in public. I refuse to let the anxiety of not having my accommodation be replaced by the anxiety of having it.

The type of people that have a problem with it are not the type of people I want to be around. I will not let a disability (physical and mental) limit me as a person —- and sometimes the best way to do it is to rip the band-aid off and be out with it.*

(*: So long as it’s appropriately fully or mostly under-clothing and you’re not walking around in just a diaper. That’s not “being confident in your accommodations” — that’s just weird. Other people don’t just walk around in their underwear, disabled or not. Be respectful always! Just don’t hide!!!)