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Alina from Bytemine

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Going full Toddler Directionary

[Chapter 1]

[Chapter 2] arrival

[Chapter 3] So icky [Chapter 4]

[Chapter 5]

[Chapter 6] Confession

[Chapter 7] Playtime

[Chapter 8] She really loves her Pampers

[Chapter 9]

[Chapter 10] coming soon!

[Chapter 11]

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When you have to wear Nappies everyday, this is what your neighbours might get to see. Hopefully it might just teach them to mind their own business and stop looking and criticising other peoples yards, especially when theirs is a total mess. There’s no hiding the fact that Nappies have to be cleaned and hung out on the line to air properly. Nappies and Plastic Pants can mostly be hidden under clothing but every few days they completely dominate the back yard. Wearing nappies doesn’t mean we are a “lesser person”, in fact it means the opposite. Real men and women aren’t afraid of cloth or plastic, not afraid of a colour (pink, my favourite) and are not afraid to face and embrace the unsettling and sometimes traumatic curve balls life sends us. We all have choices and every choice has its consequences. When we choose an action we have also automatically chosen the consequences. We need to choose to only do things which bring about good consequences. In my having both the need and want to wear Nappies permanently, I have two choices… one is to suffer terribly from fear, anxiety, embarrassment with hiding away and a low self esteem. This will only leave us feeling worthless, unlovable or even that life is over or, we can choose to see all the positives and benefits (and there are many), accept the circumstances, build character with self-acceptance and develop inner strength, enjoy all the feelings and sensations, embrace the novelty of having a second childhood, treat it as a fountain of youth, be up front and confident and enjoy everything life has to offer. But we must never arrogantly stick our stuff in other peoples faces, we need be respectful to the comfort and entitlements of others. That’s how we’d like to be handled, right? Treat others how we would like to be treated. If we understand that our rights begin and end where others rights begin and end then we will have clearly defined and positive boundaries. When we step over these boundaries there will be problems. We are supposed to find solutions to our problems, with a poor attitude we only seem to make 10 more problems. Live and let Live. Let everybody off the hook. Dream a healthy dream of love and genuine service to ourselves and equally others and we will be truly liberated from fear and it’s consort, the misery and abject slavery of “self”. To be truly happy we need to put others centrally in our consciousness. This brings about inner happiness, it’s usually immediate. When we are central in all our thoughts and actions the result is a disconnection from the very thing we want so bad, happiness. If we’re not prepared to make some sacrifices then all we are doing is sacrificing the very thing we want most, Love. Love is the answer to all our problems. Love is not an emotion, it is an active intelligence of the highest form. Love can’t hurt people, it’s impossible. Love doesn’t seek to trap, instead it sets things free. Love does not think of itself, instead it’s consumed with the inner drive to bring happiness to others and make a better world. We shouldn’t sit back waiting for somebody else to fix the world while we just sit around and complain. This is called being part of the very problem we are complaining about, it adds energy to the problem and ensures that nothing changes. If we want to be part of the solution, it begins within ourselves. When we change ourselves (Nappy wearers know all about how important a change is… lol), we change reality. Either positively or negatively, the choice is ours. Make a good choice. ❤️

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Party pants

Jonathon had been particularly naughty that week and despite three over the knee spankings, two of which were bare-bottomed in front of his sister, Mummy still didn't think he had learned his lesson. It didn't matter though, if spankings and nappy punishments weren't working, a good dose of old fashioned public shaming would always do the trick.

"Please Mummy, no! I can't go to Robbie's party like this" Jonathon cried, as Mummy pushed the third suppository up his bottom and pinned the super thick, triple-layer terry nappy in place.

"Oh yes you can sweetie" she said fastening the straps on his plastic bib pants. "You've been such a naughty boy this week, I'm continuing your nappy punishment over the weekend."

"But Mummy I can't even walk properly!"

"No of course you can't darling! Your going to waddle like a baby and when those laxatives kick in everyone's going to know you've done a great big poppies in your nappy. Oh and don't you dare touch any of that nasty party food Jonathon, Robbie mum's kindly organised a high chair and I'm bringing some of your favourite baby food to spoon feed you when it's tea time. Now why don't we pop your bib on now so we don't forget it. And here's your dum dums, open wide there's a good boy."

"I'm sorry Mummy, whatever I've done wrong, I won't do it again, I promise!"

"I know you won't darling, particularly after all your friends see you dressed like this! You know Jonathon, I might even change your nappy whilst we're there, right In front of everyone."

"Please mummy nooooo!"

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Sorry that I’ve been silent lately. I haven’t been feeling well. But I’m back now with a ton of pics for you🥰🥰😍

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Sissy Baby Bobby

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A Mother’s Resolve

Rebecca had always been a handful, her defiant streak shining brightly even as a child. But as she grew older, her attitude took a sharper turn. By the time she started college, her laziness and rudeness had reached a breaking point. Her mother, Evelyn, had tried everything—stern talks, compromise, even the occasional argument—but nothing worked. It wasn’t just the messes Rebecca left behind or the disrespectful tone she so often used; it was the disregard for everyone else’s efforts, the entitlement, the belief that the world would cater to her whims. Evelyn had reached her limit.

So, she made a plan. A bold, unconventional plan. She didn’t expect Rebecca to understand at first, but she was determined to make her see the consequences of her behavior in a way she’d never forget. It was drastic, but drastic times called for drastic measures.

Friday afternoon arrived. The faint hum of a car engine announced Rebecca’s return from college. As Evelyn stood in the lounge, her plan firmly in place, she heard the telltale thud of the front door slamming and the unmistakable sound of a bag and coat hitting the floor. No greeting. No acknowledgment of the house she’d walked into. Just the same careless routine.

“Rebecca!” Evelyn called, her voice calm but firm.

“What?” Rebecca snapped, poking her head into the lounge, irritation already plastered on her face.

“Come here,” Evelyn said, her tone leaving no room for argument.

Rebecca sauntered in, her eyes narrowing slightly as she noticed her mother’s odd demeanor. Evelyn was beaming, a strange mix of anticipation and satisfaction lighting up her face. On the floor next to her lay a neatly folded pile of white terry cloth and a small collection of brightly colored plastic pants. Rebecca blinked, her brow furrowing.

“What… what is this?” she asked, gesturing vaguely toward the items.

Before she could process the situation further, Evelyn grabbed her wrist with a strength that belied her years. Rebecca protested, pulling back instinctively, but her mother’s resolve was unshakable.

“Mom, what are you doing? Let go!” she yelled, panic creeping into her voice.

Evelyn said nothing, her actions deliberate and efficient. In one swift motion, she guided Rebecca to the floor, laying her down as the terry cloth was unfolded and placed beneath her. It wasn’t until the soft, thick fabric was pulled up between her legs that Rebecca truly understood what was happening.

“Mom!” she shrieked, her face flushing with a mix of shock and embarrassment. “Are you serious right now?!”

But Evelyn wasn’t deterred. She pinned the nappy securely, her fingers working quickly as if she’d done it a hundred times before. Rebecca writhed in protest, but the snug fit of the nappy made it impossible to escape. Evelyn finished her work with a pair of crinkly waterproof pants, sliding them up Rebecca’s legs and over the thick cloth. The sound was unmistakable, each movement accompanied by the soft rustle of plastic.

Rebecca sat up awkwardly, her legs pushed apart by the bulk of the nappy. The physical sensation was overwhelming—soft yet restrictive, unfamiliar in every way. She stared down at herself in disbelief, her cheeks burning.

“Mom, what the hell is this?!” she demanded, her voice shaking.

Evelyn crossed her arms, her expression calm but firm. “It’s a lesson, Rebecca. You act like a child, you get treated like one. You leave your messes everywhere, refuse to take responsibility, and expect everyone else to clean up after you. Well, if you’re going to behave like a baby, you might as well look the part.”

Rebecca’s mouth opened and closed, words failing her. She couldn’t decide which was worse: the humiliation of being put into a nappy or the fact that her mother seemed so utterly unapologetic about it.

“This is insane!” Rebecca finally managed to sputter. “You can’t just—”

“I can and I did,” Evelyn interrupted. Her voice was steady, unyielding. “And let me remind you what those nappies are for. If you think you can just take it off, think again. You’ll stay in it until I say otherwise. Maybe this will make you think twice about your behavior.”

Rebecca’s protests faltered as the reality of her situation sank in. The nappy’s bulk forced her legs apart, making it impossible to stand naturally. Every movement was accompanied by the soft crinkle of plastic, a constant reminder of her predicament. She felt vulnerable, exposed, utterly humiliated.

“Please, Mom,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “You’ve made your point. Can we just—can I take it off now?”

Evelyn shook her head, a small smile playing at her lips. “Not yet. You’ll stay like this for a while. Maybe it’ll give you time to reflect.”

The hours dragged on, each minute feeling like an eternity. Rebecca tried to busy herself, but the nappy was impossible to ignore. Every step, every movement reminded her of its presence. And with each crinkle, each awkward shuffle, she couldn’t help but think about her mother’s words her bladder ached and it was only a matter of time before the nappy was used for its purpose and there was nothing she could do as the warmth spread through the thirsty terry nappy the plastic pants doing the job as she couldn't help but grab the front to stop the flow as her mom watched the door with a satisfying smile.

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Regressed and being silly 🍼

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Soo comfortable and relaxed. Morning coffee. Incontrol Night + two boosters. LeakMaster plastics. Slept very well. Stay deliciously diapered my Friends.

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oh yes any time i would be like this

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Keira Knightley

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