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someone desperately trying to hold their full bladder because they can't let go yet but they're starting to leak. their pee comes out in little spurts, their hole pulsating as they try in vain to hold back a flood. little droplets sliding down their legs with each leak as they squirm frantically. the soft 'no, not yet!' slipping out as they breath heavily and their bladder throbs.

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drunk dad "raping" me while i try to remember to put up a fight cause he'll get confused if i start moaning and drooling and bouncing on it. sober dad raping me bc he's already done it so why not do it better and remember it this time. teach me to actually put up a fight

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(second omo idea from my lovely boyfriend~)

Dressing room omorashi!!

Wanting to buy the perfect outfit for a big event or just to treat yourself, but the mall/outlet is about to close so you enter a fitting room in a hurry.

What you failed to calculate for is needing to pee in the room. Maybe you shouldn't have had all those sweet beverages before this, but nothing you can do now- you're just gonna have to hold it.

With how beauty standards are with these kinds of places, it's for certain that some of the outfits you'd try on are too small, tight and compressing your already full bladder.

You're dancing around to try on each outfit as fast as possible while also wanting to pick the cutest one, but it's just so hard to take your time when you're sooooo desperate. You don't want to make a mess in this clean, tidy fitting room and be a hassle for the workers. Worse, what if they ban you for life? You could never live that down!

FINALLY settling on a good outfit to buy and rushing out of the fitting room. Sure, you were in such a rush that you left wearing the outfit you just bought, but nothing you can worry about now. Rubbing your tightly-pressed thighs together as you dig through your bag/wallet to pay for the outfits in question, fumbling and panting the whole time. Bolting out of the store in a flash when you finally do, hoping to reach one of the many public restrooms and let it all pour out before-

Oh no. It's too late. The mall's officially closed. Looks like you took too long- and worse, now you're wearing the outfit you just bought, all because your poor bladder couldn't wait any longer. Hope the drive home isn't too full of traffic. Wouldn't want to ruin your new clothes~

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Peeing in unusual places:

As much as I love the classic peeing in a bottle/cup, here are a few other things I like.

Peeing on a folded up towel/folded up piece of fabric because that's the only thing they have.

Peeing in an empty trashcan when they're locked in a room.

Peeing in a bowl.

Peeing on the floor because it's their only option other than their pants.

Jumping in a body of water because they're already peeing and everyone will be able to see.

Stopping at an abandoned building because they don't want to pee out in the open.

Peeing in a bag.

Peeing on the side of the road while being stuck in traffic. (Bonus if they're really shy)

Peeing in a public shower because all the toilets were occupied.

I love the prompt where someone needs to pee so badly that they're not afraid to use anything around them to relieve themselves in. Especially if it starts to overflow, thus forcing them to hold it until they can dump it out or they can't hold it and finish in their pants.

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Bed-wetting omo

A character who struggles with PTSD frequently waking up after having a nightmare that causes them to wet themselves.

Peeing in their dream only to wake up and realize they were peeing in real life too.

Character A and character B sleeping in bed together for the first time and character A wets themselves.

Waking up while peeing and trying to stop the flow to make it to the bathroom.

Crying when they wake up because they're so sick of wetting the bed all the time.

Forgetting to pee before bed and waking up because their bladder can't take anymore. As soon as they get up, they start to pee.

Sick/injured characters who can't get out of bed on their own wetting themselves.

Waking someone up to tell them they had an accident in their sleep then hugging them as they start to cry.

Getting too drunk the night before and pissing the bed as a result.

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I want to curse you to be sealed up until your bladder is holding exactly a gallon, at which point the seal breaks and you suddenly have to hold it all yourself. I want the seal to return every time you empty yourself, leaving you with no choice but to keep filling up over and over again. The curse makes it safe to be that full, but doesn't stop you from feeling exactly how full you are and exactly how badly you need to go.

that sounds hot i'm not going to lie, only being allowed pee until i'm absolutely bursting. i have a habit of going before i'm about to go out and do something, so i don't get stuck needing to go without a bathroom around. so the thought of having to squirm around, desperately trying to hold it when i'm out in public because i physically couldn't go beforehand??? yes >_<

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dad pushing me on the swingset, pushing me higher and higher while I’m giddy laughing, flying through the air. the shift from pushing on my back to the more than occasional “accidental” grope of my ass becoming noticeable, the blush on my face becoming more prominent. you gradually slowing down, blatantly gripping or smacking my ass with each push until you suddenly grip my hips, your arms around the chains of the swing holding me against you teetering on my tippy toes.

“hi daddy!”

your breath hot against my cheek as you grumble a “hi kid” in my ear, gripping my hips tighter, your hands start to wander to my inner thighs as I whine, “daaad not hereee”. “why not here baby?” “you… you know what happened here daddy, what he did to me when I snuck out n came here alone” “yea? ohhh baby it’s okay, I know. tell me, did he touch you… here?” as you grope my tits, pinching my nipples as I let out a breathy “mhmm” and pout, tears springing in my eyes at the memory. “where else baby? walk me through every detail” and I do. tears streaming down my face as I relive every detail with you recreating it exactly as I describe. Every unwanted orgasm, every hit, every load filling my holes you make me narrate while I sob, beg for you to stop, please dad please you’re hurting me please stop. “We’re gonna start over and over again, until I replace him in your silly little nightmares. And I will be there to comfort you and fill you with dad’s love while you wake up crying, every single time. I pinky promise kid.”

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Little sis that can’t sleep because of nightmares so she crawls into her big big brothers bed. What are you doing? I can’t sleep, she pout trying to get her way. He lets out a sleepy laugh and pulls her in close. Why can’t you sleep,baby? I keep having weird…bad dreams. She says softly and leans into him, and you think big brother can do something about it? I know my big brother can, she places a hand on top of his.

Fine, he smiles and kisses her cheek. Just behave, okay? You know I’ve told you to not come into my room like this anymore. You know I can’t sleep- not about being able to sleep. In just a tshirt and panties, he hooks a hand on her panties. He pulls it back just enough to let it go and if slap onto her skin. She gasps. I didn’t mean to. She whines, I was wanting my big brother’s comfort. I know, little sister. He squeezes her, now go to sleep before I bite.

I wouldn’t mind that, she giggles then squeaks when she feels him bite her cheek. They try to fall asleep but little sister is squirming. Can you stop? I’m sorry! Just…I’m scared, this pulls on big brothers heartstrings. I’ll protect you, he runs his hand up and down her side. I’ve got you, he lays a couple more kisses on her cheek. I think I have something that may help, he mumbles into her ear. His hand travels from her hip into her panties.

She lets out the billionth gasp that night, big bro? It’s okay, this is just to distract you…calm you down. He starts to rub her clit, shh just relax. He kisses her on the lips this time, he does lazy touches to her. She starts to relax against him, are you even goin to be able to cum? He whispers and she groans softly, finally snuggling properly. Already such a sleepy girl…just from kisses and getting your clit rubbed.

I keep waking up from nightmares. I feel terrible so I wrote this.

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So with shock collars you can set up GPS fences so your submissive can't leave a set area, and I have just so many ideas

Imagine changing the fences every day so they wake up not knowing where they're allowed to go and have to check by getting shocked

They try to go into the kitchen and get zapped, they have to search for the food you've left them else were in the house

One day they try to go to the toilet and the whole bathroom is off limits, but the backyard isn't

Or maybe they can't even leave the bed

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Mom walks into my room and sees I'm still awake. What are you doing up? You got important things to do tomorrow, she scolds. My eyes roll back and I whimper, but...mom. No buts young lady! I don't care how old you are now, you live under my roof. That means you follow my rules, I sniffle and nod. I knew that rule too well, she was totally ignoring the fact that her husband was fucking me.

Dad's making it hard, I raise my head to look at her and pant. You should understand that your father does so much, she shakes her head and walks over. He deserves to use your cunt after a rough day. I feel dad's hands tighten on my hips and drill into me. I gasp as he hits a new spot inside me and shake my head. Too deep! I try to escape his cock but both of them pin me down to the bed. Stay still, go to bed.

Dad's hands pin my hips in place while mom holds my head to the pillow. I don't have to see them to know when they share a kiss. You're coming to bed right after? Of course I am, honey. I just needed our girls cunt then I'm all yours. Mom plays with my hair as she watches dad fuck me. The way his grip tightens, my bottom shakes, and his thrusts get desperate for release.

She's learned to take your cock so well, she's getting better at it. Dad moans and spanks me, I whine. She can take some good hits, and loves to put up a fight. How can they talk so casually!? I feel mom run her hand up and down my back. Then I feel her spread me open more, look at that... She has a tight grip, I can tell. No condom? She's my daughter, why would I need one? Dad laughs and mom joins in. So you cum in her? Yeah, little girl loves her creampies. In contrast to moms soft touches dad grabs my hair and yanks my head up. Don't you? I don't respond as I'm made to look at mom.

Suddenly she hits my face lightly, your father asked a question. Y-yes, I whimper and my face is shoved back down. This might take a while, honey. I'm very pent up from my trip, it's okay, darling! I'll just sit and watch...there's no rush. She'll fall asleep any minute now.

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The Playdate - 1

"Come on, Mia! Get your little tushy in gear! We're already late!" Lisa, Mia's girlfriend yelled at the 25-year-old woman from the garage.

Mia was dragging her feet. The newly minted attorney was wearing her favorite, pink, My Little Pony T-shirt. Her cute jean shorts, embroidered with multicolored hearts and stars, were worn over childish, cotton Disney-princess panties. On her feet, she wore white socks with frills on the top under light-up, pink sneakers. Her hair was tied back in braids with cute pink ribbons tied into bows holding them in place. On top of her head sat her pink sunglasses with heart shaped rims. If it wasn't for her small, but noticable breasts, and curvy ass, she could have easily been mistaken for a second grader. And, given the Mommy Domme/Little Girl relationship she was in with Lisa, that was the point.

Normally, Mia would be ecstatic to have a 'middle' day out in the world with Lisa. Exploring her surroundings with all of the exuberance of a grade schooler while her 'Mommy' looked after her was exhilarating. Today, though, Mia was upset. Instead of going to the zoo, to a park, or to an aquarium, they were going over to Mommy's best friend Sasha's house for a playdate with Sasha's little, Tammy.

Mia hated playdates with Tammy. Mia had to agree, when Lisa brought it up, that Lisa and Tammy were always more than friendly and kind to her. However, in middle-mode, playdates with Tammy were always the worst.

Despite both women being into ageplay, Lisa preferred to act like she looked currently: like a precocious, sometimes bratty, sometimes angelic, seven-year-old. Tammy, however, on her best day, acted like a stupid, smelly little two-year-old. Worse, in Mia's opinion, sometimes, if Tammy was feeling really little, she would let herself regress so far that she wouldn't even let herself crawl. That meant that Sasha and Tammy's house was full of nothing but baby toys and every playdate in their home was incredibly boring for Mia as a middle.

However, if that was it, Mia wouldn't complain so much. She could always overcome boredom with a little tablet time, and, to keep the peace, Lisa was always ready to allow her to have that.

No, what worried Mia more than being bored playing with Tammy was Sasha. Despite always being kind and friendly to Mia, Mia couldn't help but feel like she was being stared at by a predator every time she was around the woman. Mia was resolutely a middle, not a little, meaning she never wore pull-ups or diapers, didn't use a pacifier, ate mostly adult foods, and, only rarely sucked her thumb. Mia had absolutely no interest in acting like a big smelly baby like Tammy.

Mia was certain, however, that Sasha wanted to drop Mia to Tammy's level. When Mia and Lisa spent time with Sasha and Tammy, Sasha was always 'accidentally' treating Mia like an infant or toddler. She'd bring Mia her juice in a bottle or sippy cup. She'd only talk to her in baby talk. Once, when Tammy pooped her pants, Sasha pulled back Mia's shorts and checked her first, causing the small woman to turn bright red in embarrassment.

However, every time Sasha was called out on her behavior, she quickly apologized and stated it was all just "a force of habit." Lisa always bought that excuse. Mia was not so certain.

Adding to Mia's fears about Sasha, Mia was certain that just two weeks ago she had caught Sasha trying to convince Mia's Mommy to put Mia in diapers over the phone. Mia confronted Lisa about the conversation, and the other woman had denied that that was what it was about. But, Mia had been with her Mommy long enough to know when her caregiver was lying to her.

And, that is what has brought Mia to her current predicament, armed with her pink, kid's edition, Kindle Fire, her pink headphones with cat ears, and a pack of gum, trying to delay her playdate with Baby Tammy at all costs.

"Come on, Mia! It's time to go! Stop lollygagging!" Lisa yelled at again from the door connecting the garage to the kitchen.

"But, Mom, do we have to? Tammy is SOOO boring?" Mia yelled back, knowing her protests were futile.

"Yes, we are going. We are not having this argument again. Sasha is Mommy's best friend, and I want to spend time with her. If playing with Baby Tammy gets too boring, you can always play with your tablet like you always do," Lisa lectured her partner.

Mia just sighed in response and walked to the car. She knew from experience there was no use fighting her partner on this issue. As Lisa jumped in the driver's seat, Mia climbed into her booster seat in the back and buckled herself in.

The drive to Sasha and Tammy's house didn't take long. In less than twenty minutes, Mia found herself standing next to Lisa on Sasha and Tammy's porch, knocking on the door. During the car ride, Mia has popped a stick of bubblegum into her mouth and was blowing bubbles impatiently while they waited for the door to open.

"Now, remember kiddo, I want you in your best behavior. Any shenanigans out of you will result in punishments, understood?" Lisa hissed out quietly.

POP

Lisa let the bubble she was blowing pop before responding, "Yes, Mom," and rolling hers eyes.

POP

"MIIIIAAAAAA!!!!!"

As Mia let her next bubblegum bubble pop, the door flung open and she was enveloped in a giant uncoordinated huge. Both the excited, childish tone of the hugger and the smell of stale urine and baby powder announced the identity of Mia's assailant as much as her visage. Tammy, the giant baby woman, who was 8 inches taller and 75 pounds heavier than Mia, squeezed the smaller woman tightly to her chest as she spoke.

"Me's so 'cited to see ya', Mia! Me miss you!" Tammy followed the statement by planting a messy, drooly kiss on Mia's lips. Mia pulled back in disgust. She went to wipe her lips clean, but as she reached her hand to her mouth, Tammy caught it and started to drag her friend forward. "Come on, Mia! Letth pway!" Tammy said as she all but carried Mia towards the front door.

Only a firm hand stopped Tammy from immediately carrying off her friend to her playroom.

"Patience, baby!" Sasha giggled, halting her charge's momentum, "Little Mia just got her! Let's give her a second to get settled before you run off with her. Maybe she wants something to drink or needs to go potty!"

Mia appreciated Sasha saving her from being carried off by Tammy like one of the bigger woman's dolls. But, she bristled at the use of the name 'Little Mia' and the subtly infantilizing statement about the 'potty.' Mia looked over at her own Mom for support, but only got a stern look that screamed, "Suck it up, buttercup."

Mia took a deep, calming breath before responding, as cheerily as she could muster, "Thanks, Miss Sasha! I don't need to use the bathroom, but some juice sounds nice!"

Lisa quickly followed Mia's words as she embraced her friend in a hug, "And I could do for some Mommy-juice, if you know what I mean. Good to see you again, sweetie." Lisa punctuated her statement by given her friend a platonic peck on the cheek.

"Well, let's not just stand around out here, come on in, and I'll get you both set up!" Sasha said as she lead both women into the house.

Tammy, for her part, bounced ahead of the procession, practically vibrating with toddler-like energy.

"Mommy, can me haf sum juice too? Me knows me not supposta, but, if Mia gets some," Tammy letting her question trail off as, much to Mia's frustration, Tammy drew a comparison between the middle and the little.

Mia bit her tongue again as Sasha responded. Mia was a middle, not some stupid adult-toddler, she could control her emotions like a big girl.

"Sure, baby, a little juice won't hurt you, and since your little friend here is having a glass too, it wouldn't seem fair to restrict you to milk or water like normal," Sasha said.

"Fanks, Mama!" Tammy responded exuberantly.

"Tammy, your Mommy told me you are starting something exciting today?" Lisa said quickly, changing the subject before Mia lost her cool.

"Yeth, Mith Lisa! Me potty training like a big girl!" Lisa lifted the front of the pink sundress she was wearing, showing off the extra-large GoodNites pull-up wrapped around her bottom underneath. To no one's shock, the padding already looked damp.

Lisa knelt down to inspect the padded underwear. "That's wonderful Tammy, but it looks like you might have had a potty accident," Lisa said, sliding a finger inside of the leg gathers of the pull-up to confirm how wet it was.

The energy immediately drained out of the large adult-baby. Tammy's face turned as pink as her undergarment as she looked at her feet despondently.

"Me sowwy, Mith Lisa. Me didn't even notice!" Tears started to swell up in Tammy's eyes as she spoke.

"Hush, that's okay! You're not supposed to be perfect your first day! Why don't you let Miss Lisa change you into a fresh pull-up while your Mommy gets everyone their juice?" Mia's partner said soothingly.

Tammy's mood instantly improved. "Otay, Mith Lisa, leth go!" Tammy grabbed Lisa by the hand and dragged the caregiver down the hall, off to her nursery.

Much to Mia's chagrin, that left her alone in the kitchen with Sasha. Mia awkwardly shuffled from foot to foot, playing with the cord of her headphones like a fidget while Sasha poured juice and wine for her guests.

"How are you doing little one? Have you been having lot's of fun with your Mommy lately? It sounds like you've been having all sorts of adventures," Sasha asked as she turned around and handed Mia a sippy cup full of what appeared to be grape juice.

"Uh, yeah, Miss Sasha, me and Mom have been having a great time! We, uh, went to the zoo the other day," Mia stopped talking and scrunched up her face as she was handed the sippy cup. "Um, I'm really sorry Miss Sasha, but, you know, I'm a big girl, I don't need a sippy cup."

Sasha dramatically slapped her hand to her forehead in response to Mia's statement. "Oh, I'm so sorry, little one! I just forget you're a big girl. I mean, you are so little standing next to my Little Tammy, I always just assume you're a little like her! Let me grab that cup from you, and I'll fix that."

Mia smiled graciously as she handed the cup back to Sasha, pleasantly surprised that the woman wasn't putting up a bigger fight. "Thank you, ma'am!" Mia chirped politely.

Sasha quickly turned around and poured the juice in the sippy cup into a more mature plastic cup without a lid for Mia. She turned around and held the cup out for Mia to grab. Mia reached out to grab it. As she did, however, Sasha inexplicably and unexpectedly moved the hand holding the cup into Mia's outstretched one, causing Sasha to lose her grip on the cup. Grape juice got all over the floor of the kitchen and, distressingly for Mia, all over her clothes.

"Oh my goodness!" Sasha said, inspecting the small woman now drenched in grape juice, "I thought you said you were a big girl and didn't need a sippy cup? Now you've spilt your juice everywhere and ruined your pretty clothes! Maybe you aren't as big as you think, huh?"

The predatory grin that haunted Mia's nightmares appeared on Sasha's face.

"What? No! But? You! You spilt the juice, I was just reaching for it?" Mia sputtered out. The small woman knew this wasn't her fault. Why was Sasha blaming this on her?

"Really? That's how you want to play it? Lie and say that it was my fault? I'm an adult, Mia. A real adult, not just an overgrown toddler playing pretend like you. Adults don't spill drinks. Kids do."

This was outrageous! How did that woman think she'd get away talking to her like this? How did that woman think that she could frame her for making this mess? Mia stomped her foot in righteous indignation.

"I am not a TODDLER! I did not spill the juice! You did!" Mia wailed as she stomped her foot again.

Unfortunately for the proud middle, just as she was confronting Sasha, her caregiver was coming around the corner.

"Mia Eileen! Are you throwing a temper tantrum? We've only been her for five minutes!" Lisa started to lay into her girlfriend, "I told you to behave and… oh my goodness, are you covered in juice? You ruined your outfit!"

"Mom! It's not my…" Mia was cut off by Sasha.

"Oh, Lisa, please don't be mad at Mia, it wasn't her fault. I tried to give her juice in a sippy cup, and she said she didn't need a sippy cup. But, when I gave her a big girl cup, she immediately spilt it everywhere. I should have known better then to believe her," Sasha said, placing a hand on Mia who was about to explode in anger. "And, it's not her fault she's having a temper tantrum. You know how baby girls like her have such a hard time controlling their emotions. Please don't hold that against you sweet baby girl!"

Mia immediately bit her tongue. Being reminded that only babies couldn't control their emotions forced her to realize that if she kept tantruming, she'd be playing right into the malevolent Mommy Domme's plan.

Mia took a deep breath, "Sorry, Mom. It was my fault; I was just, clumsy. It won't happen again."

Lisa let her rage subside, seeing Mia seemingly take responsibility for her behavior. Sasha smiled darkly, letting her hand slide to the small of Mia's back.

"Lisa, let me take Mia and find her new clothes. Tammy's quite a bit bigger than her, but we have a couple of outfits that were too small when we bought them and never returned. I'm sure one of them will fit," Sasha offered.

A pit formed in Mia's stomach. She knew that anything Sasha had bought for Tammy was going to be far to babyish for her tastes. However, she also knew she didn't have any other options. The downside of being a middle rather than a little was that her Mom didn't carry around a diaper bag full of extra outfits for the inevitable accident.

"That sounds great, Sash! Thank you so much for being so understanding," Lisa replied. She then turned on her charge, "Mia, do what Miss Sasha says and wear what she gives you. I do not want to hear about you having another outburst, got it?" She said sternly.

Mia swallowed her feelings. "Yes, Mom," she replied, allowing Sasha to lead her off to Tammy's nursery.

As Sasha led Mia back to Tammy's room, she spoke. "What a good girl, taking responsibility for your own mistakes! Maybe you really are a bigger girl then I've been telling your Mommy you are!"

Mia gritted her teeth, not rising to her tormentor's taunts. Lisa wanted Mia to behave for Lisa, and she was going to do her best to follow her girlfriend's instructions.

"Thank you for the compliment, Miss Sasha," Mia croaked out demurely as they reached the door to the nursery.

Mia had been in the obscenely pink room dozens of times. She hated it. Along one wall sat a giant, white, adult-sized crib. It was large enough to both hold and contain the larger Tammy. Mia knew if she was ever placed in it, there was no way she could escape.

Along the other open wall was a similarly large changing table. Ankle and wrist restraints were attached to each corner and a strapped dangled right at waist level. Mia shivered looking at it, imagining the humiliation of being strapped to it and forcefully diapered.

"You like it? Want to try it out?" Sasha jabbed as she saw the other woman's reaction to the piece of furniture.

"No, that's okay Miss Sasha," Mia responded, not wanting to give the woman any excuse to tie her to it.

Mia's eyes drifted around the room more. In a far corner, a large white rocking horse sat. Like the changing table, it had cuffs attached to where the rider's hands and feet would sit. More insidious, Mia knew from watching Tammy take a couple of interesting rides previously, the saddle of the horse also vibrated for the rider's pleasure. Mia shuddered again. Sasha just smiled knowingly.

Trying to not examine the dungeon disguised as a nursery any closer, Mia let Sasha lead her to the closet.

"Alright, what do we have here?" Sasha asked rhetorically as she started digging through her girlfriend-turned-daughter's clothes. "Oh, here we go, this is perfect! It might even be your size!"

Mia almost vomited as Sasha held the oversized toddler party dress to her body. The dress was pastel yellow with puffy sleeves. It was adorned with lace and had a short skirt made shorter by the petticoats sewn into it.

The petticoats insured that if the wearer beant over, they would flash their panties or whatever else they were wearing as underwear to anyone nearby. The dress, unfortunately, for Mia, also seemed to be made to fit her perfectly.

"Wonderful! This should fit exquisitely! And you'll look so cute in it, little one!" Sasha said as she held the infantile dress up to Mia's shoulders.

Mia did not want to put that dress on. She knew that it would make her look just like a toddler in her Sunday best. That was not the look she was trying to cultivate, especially in front of Tammy and Sasha. Carefully, so as not to seem ungrateful or like she was throwing another tantrum, Mia asked if there were any other options.

"Oh, you don't like the dress? We might have something else in here your size. The problem is that Little Tammy is so much bigger than you," Sasha said as she started digging through the closet.

It only took moments before she emerged with a other option: a pink onesie with the phrase "Mommy's Lil' Princess" written across the chest. Like the dress, it looked perfectly sized for Mia. It took all the determination that the small woman could muster to not gasp in shock at Sasha's ease at finding such a infantile garment in her size in Tammy's closet.

"Oh my goodness! This is adorable and should fit you perfectly! Is this better, baby?" Sasha asked, holding up the onesie with a dark smile.

"Um, no thank you! The dress is, uh, beautiful, and fine! Thank you!" Mia squeaked out hurriedly as Sasha descended on her.

"Ok, if you're sure! I know it's fancy and hard to play in. I know you don't want to worry about getting it wet or messy!" Sasha said, placing undue emphasis on the last three words in Mia:s opinion.

"No, the dress will be wonderful. I'll, uh, feel so pretty," Mia said, trying to convince Sasha to let her were the toddler dress rather than the onesie clearly meant for an adult infant. She couldn't believe what she was doing.

"Are you sure? It'd probably be easier to get to the potty in this onesie than in the dress, since it has just the snaps rather than all of those pretty petticoats. You don't want to have an accident, do you?" Sasha said, trying to convince Mia to wear the more infantile outfit and causing Mia to blush

"No, Miss Sasha, I'll wear the dress please. It's just so… pretty," Mia said as convincingly as she could through gritted teeth.

Sasha responded with a laugh and walked over to the smaller woman. "Well, if you really think it's pretty baby girl, who am I to stop you! Maybe I'll tell your Mommy how much you like it! I bet she could find you some more pretty little dresses like this!"

Mia blushed at the thought of Lisa filling her closet with garish baby dresses like this. It sounded like a nightmare. Mia was already too committed to her statement about the dress, and she was not going to put on that onesie.

"That would be nice, Miss Sasha," Mia said, politely.

"Wonderful!" Sasha responded condescendingly as she reached out and, without warning, began to undress Mia.

Mia immediately reached out to stop her Mom's best friend from undressing her. "Miss Sasha! I'm a big girl! I can dress myself!" Mia said indignantly.

Sasha slapped her hand away. "Does a big girl spill her juice all over herself?" She asked. "Does a big girl throw temper tantrums and blame their mistakes on other people?" Sasha continued. "Let me answer those questions for you: No!"

"We're only here because you haven't been acting like a big girl. Now, let me get you out of those sticky clothes and into this beautiful dress before you make a bigger mess than you already have!"

Once again, Mia wanted to rage. She wanted to yell. She wanted to scream. She wanted to stomp her feet. But, she knew she couldn't. Her best course of action to prove Sasha wrong and keep her dignity as a middle intact was to keep her emotions under control. So, despite her misgivings and frustrations, Mia let Sasha pull her shirt over her head, take her shoes and socks off, and slide her shorts off her legs, leaving her in nothing but her cute Disney princess cotton panties.

"Thank you, Miss Sasha." Mia chirped out politely, covering her breasts as best she could while waiting for the other woman to grab the yellow baby-dress.

"We may make a polite, big girl out of you yet Little Mia," Sasha responded.

NEXT CHAPTER

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dad telling you, “let me use you a little, yeah ? just a little” but it turns into them emptying multiple loads inside you, leaving you gasping for air with your legs shaking and twitching at any contact, and the inside of your thighs forming pretty blue and purple splotches from their rough grabbing

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love the idea of my prideful self being forced to answer babyish questions.

"what does the cow say, little lily?"

"what a ridiculous question" i want to say. "you insult my intelligence."

i bite my tongue as my enraged responses float just behind my lips.

i look at you, arms crossed. you hold in your hand the remote to the shock collar so lovingly hugging my neck, finger over the button in the case that i get uncooperative due to repeated slights to my ego. punishing me brutally if i ever insist that i'm an adult.

"m-moo..." my meek, fearful voice finally lets out, only to be showered in praise about how smart i am for knowing my animal noises

alternatively:

being asked babyish questions with unfairly complicated twists that i absolutely won't know.

"okay, little lily, between what range of nanometers on the visible light spectrum does the frequency of this color lie?", showing me a flashcard with a red circle

with my last physics class being 5 years ago, i tremble and try to think.

"f-five hundred and..."

screaming and writhing on the floor as the full-strength shock collar sends electricity into my neck

"awww, looks like little baby doesn't know her colors yet!" you mock while standing above me as i lose control and piss myself with tears streaking my face.

you mercifully let up, allowing me to pull myself back to a sitting position, wiping the saliva from my face and panting.

"okay, little lily, what is the average amplitude in decibels of the sound that this animal says?"

i haven't even caught my breath, i'm still sobbing when you show me a flashcard with a picture of a cow

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Imagine raping me to calm me down? I’m crying and panicking about something and you pin me down with your weight and slide your dick inside me?

“Shhhh, shhh, that’s it…come on baby, I know you can take it. Breathe now. You can take this dick, can’t you baby. Yeah, I know you can.” Gently whispering in my ear while you push your raw dick all the way into my pussy.

“Just breathe. Focus on that dick inside you, it’s big isn’t it? Breathe nice and slow, focus on your pussy” as you reach down to rub my clit. “Oh yeah, you like that don’t you baby? That’s it, nice deep long breaths, just like I’m fucking you long and deep.” Holding me tight while you rape my pussy steadily. “Shhhh, don’t cry, don’t cry anymore, just take this dick, you’re taking it so good aren’t you, you can take it baby girl.”

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The Floor Routine

This is a story written for a competition with and starring the wonderful @baby-erica! Go check out her awesome stories!

Inspiration struck Erica while watching the Olympics cuddled up with Mads. Snug in her soggy nighttime diaper and favorite Winnie the Pooh two-piece pajama set, she stared up at her boyfriend. Erica had been living her best life since Mads had agreed to be her boyfriend and caregiver. Only one issue had cropped up.

As time went on, Erica could tell Mads was losing respect for her as an adult. That loss of respect was expected when someone was tasked with changing your messy diapers everyday, but that didn't mean it didn't hurt. Erica still wanted to be seen as the sexy, intimidating, and mature woman Mads used to see her as, if only just occasionally.

That's where gymnastics came in. In high school, Erica had been a gymnast. However, like with many youthful endeavors, age, injury, time, and resources cut her gymnastic career short. But, the Olympics reminded Erica how strong, powerful, intimidating, and sexy the sport was.

Two days later, Erica stood just inside the door to her nursery, dressed in the sexiest leotard she could find, ready to surprise Mads.

"Are you ready, Daddy?" She called out flirtatiously.

"Yes, baby," Mads responded.

Erica stepped out from behind the door, revealing her sexy body wrapped in spandex that barely covered her naughty bits. Mads looked at her, appreciating the view. Erica grinned as his eyes lingered on her ass.

"Sweetie, you aren't even wearing a pull-up?! You're going to ruin your cute outfit!" Mads said.

Erica could have screamed. She almost did. She resisted though. Tonight, she was a big girl. She wasn't going to throw a tantrum. Instead, she walked up to her boyfriend and grabbed his crotch.

"I'm only worried about needing protection from this!" She said, kissing Mads as she stroked his cock through his pants.

After what Erica deemed an appropriately long make-out session, she pulled away.

"Are you ready to see some of my special skills, Daddy?" Erica asked huskily. Mads just grinned.

"Other than being the world's cutest pamper packer?" He asked, squeezing her mostly exposed ass.

Erica did stomp her foot at that.

"Daaaddddy!"

Mads tussled her hair before saying, "I know, baby, I'm sorry. Let me grab your diaper bag and we can go."

Erica huffed again, but knew from experience there was no getting Mads to go anywhere with her without her diaper bag.

The couple reached their destination in 20 minutes: the Little City Gymnastics Center. Erica led Mads into the building with all of the energy of a toddler dragging their caregiver into a toy store, excited to show off her moves and re-establish herself as a capable woman to her boyfriend.

Once inside, they were greeted by a beautiful, younger woman at the front desk. Her name tag identified her as Sammy. As Erica looked at her, a familiar sensation struck her stomach and bowels. Not concerned, Erica dismissed the feeling as butterflies.

Sammy spoke cheerily, "You must be Erica? You rented out the whole gym for an hour? Come this way, let's get you where you want to go!"

Sammy led the couple down a hallway and into the main gym. A large, springy floor for floor routine was surrounded by various other gymnastics apparatus, pads, and training devices. Erica's eyes went wide as she walked in, and the sensation she was calling butterflies intensified. It was beautiful.

"Here you go, have fun! I'll be in the corner if you need anything," Sammy said, grabbing her cellphone and leaning against a wall.

Erica grabbed Mads hand as she turned and looked at him seductively. "Are you ready to see how much of a 'big girl,' I can be?" She said as she dragged him towards the space for practicing floor routine in the center of the room. Erica didn't even notice her other hand subconsciously rubbing her stomach as she walked.

"Of course, baby," Mads said with a smile.

Erica moved to the center of the floor and prepared for her first move, a standing back flip. She hadn't done one since high school, but she was sure that didn't matter.

Making eye contact with Mads, Erica squatted down, threw her arms back, and launched. The world blurred for a moment before Erica realized she had screwed up.

Erica undershot her landing, leaving her feet splayed out behind her as she belly-flopped into the hard floor. Failing to land wasn't the worst thing to happen though. As she hit the floor, Erica lost control of the cramps she had chalked up to nerves. With a trumpeting sound, her bowels released themselves, forcing Erica to push out a lumpy brown mess into the back of her leotard.

Mads quickly ran to Erica's side, diaper bag in tow. "Oh, baby, did you have a little accident?" He said as he hugged her.

Erica couldn't form words. She just sobbed as she felt her mess squish in her leotard.

With deft hands, Mads quickly undressed and diapered Erica. Sammy also appeared, holding a new, much less sexy, pink leotard that looked suspiciously like an infant's onesie. Mads quickly dressed Erica in that as well.

Staring at Erica, now dressed in the pink onesie with a substantial diaper bulge at her waist, Sammy pressed her finger to her lips.

"You know, sweetie, I don't think this room's for you," she said, grabbing Erica's hand. She led the waddling woman out of the room and into another one, a gym clearly meant for a toddler tumbling class. "This place seems much more your speed!"

Erica blushed as Mads came up from behind her, placed his hand on the small of her back, urging her to go play. "Go on, little one, enjoy your time! Show Daddy what you can do!"

Erica toddled into the middle of the room and released her bladder, soaking her diaper in shame. Standing in the middle of the glorified daycare in a wet diaper and onesie, Erica knew she was precisely where she belonged.

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Joining the Sleepover

Come on! Let's go play!

Oh, don't get all pouty about the diaper! Mommy makes all of my friends wear them! She says it's so we can focus on playing and not worry about silly things like the potty!

What do you mean, we're adults?

Do adults have sleepovers?

Do adults play video games all night?

Do adults binge junk food with their friends?

Do adults get dropped off at their friend's house by their parents?

That's what I thought!

Now, let's go! I just got the new Donkey Kong game!

Of course my diaper's wet, you goof! I had to pee!

Now, stop stalling, I want to beat a few levels before Mommy makes us stop for changies!