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Bellyaching

The bottle hovered in front of my lips, milk sloshing heavy inside, beading and dripping out of the nipple. She looked down at me with a smile that was both indulgent and disdainful, like she couldn’t decide if I was funny or pathetic.

“Someone’s been quite the little whiny-pants lately,” she crooned, voice dripping with false sympathy. Then she pitched her tone higher, mocking me, almost sing-song.

“‘MoMmyYy!! My diapy’s icky, when are you changing meee?’” she parroted, jutting out her bottom lip in an exaggerated imitation of a face I must have done. She let the words hang, then shrugged, dropping her voice into a flattened tone: “You’d think you’d be used to them by now. That’s the whole point of pampers, sweet pea! You’re supposed to be shitting and sitting in them.”

Before I could answer, she pushed the rubber teat of the bottle past my lips, sealing it against my tongue. Warm milk rushed in immediately, thick and heavy. I gulped helplessly as she wiggled the bottle just enough to keep the flow steady, her mocking sing-song never missing a beat.

She continued with her mockery. “‘Wahhh MommYyYy!! My cage is too tight! wahhhhh wahhh wahhhhh!!’” She wagged the bottle in rhythm to the words, lips curling in a grin.

“‘Don’t make me wear pampers outside, everyone will seeeee!’”

“‘I don’t want mushy food, it’s yUcKy!'"

"Blocks and dolls are boring!

“Bedtime is too earlyyy!’”

And finally, with the bottle still lodged between my lips, she took her free hand and pressed it to her crotch in a pantomime of mock-desperation, bouncing up and down in exaggerated “frustration” as she whined, “‘Oooh, Mommy!! I’m so achey down thereee!! Poor widdle meee!! My pampy plums are turning blue!! Boo-hoo!!’”

Then, as if struck by inspiration, she plopped the nipple from my mouth with a wet pop, clutching the bottle dramatically to her chest with both hands. She fluttered her lashes in a false falsetto: “‘Please can I make stickies? Please, Mommy, just a few seconds with buzzyyy? I wanna make a goo-goo!!!’”

Her eyes narrowed as she shifted back to her normal tone. “Mmhm. Crying. Pouting. Bellyaching. Whimpering. Always something…”

Before I could even catch a breath, she shoved the nipple back between my lips, cutting off any protest as the milk rushed in again.

“Every time you start that noise,” she said firmly, sweetness turning sharp, “I’m going to assume you’re crying like a baby who needs a feeding. Not arguing. Not negotiating. Not ‘making a point.’ Hungry. For milk.”

Her smile bloomed again, saccharine and cruel.

“So here’s what we’re gonna do,” she cooed. “Every whine, every little huff, every pouty puff: another ba-ba. That’s how we’ll handle it. No more sulking, no more backtalk. Just bottles. And bottles. And more bottles… until my little loser's tummy is all round and noisy!”

She gave the bottle another shake, wiggling it in between my lips, milk sloshing against my tongue. I cringed at the taste, thick and cloying, but she only smiled down at me.

“D’awww!! What’s the matturr?? Hmm? Did you think it’s just plain ‘ole cow’s milk you’re drinking, buttercup? Haha! Oh no! This is special milk! Thick formula to keep that belly nice and heavy, a little fiber to keep you regular, and a splash of daddy’s milk, just so you never forget who you belong to.”

The formula poured steadily, rushing too fast. I struggled to keep up, swallowing in noisy gulps, my cheeks hot with effort. She chuckled, giving the bottle a firmer push against my lips. “That’s it, loser. Keep up. Keep sucking. “You will suck whatever I put in your mouth without protest. Pacifier, teether, bottle, Daddy's big fat dick...doesn’t matter. You’ll suck and swallow everything down like the good little cry-baby you are!!”

Then she started working the bottle back and forth. Almost like she was jerking it off. Right into my mouth. The nipple tugging at my lips and then roughly pressing back into it before sudden spurts of milk flooded my mouth. I gagged, scrambling to swallow, and she let out a low giggle.

“Awww!!! Does this remind you of something, baby?” she cooed, eyes alight with mischief as she worked the teat back and forth, watching me choke on the spurts.

It did. She knew it did. Her holding Daddy’s cock, guiding it to my mouth the same way she does my bottles. Telling me that “the widdle baybee needs his milkies!!” The bulb of his head throbbed inside of my whimpering lips. How his dick tasted of salt and sweat. His gruff voice telling me this was the only way I was getting a change. Her maniacal laughter ringing in my ears as I mewled and sucked and slurped, humiliated beyond words.

“I still remember your sobs,” she crooned, then pitched her voice higher in a mocking whine: “‘pLeAsE dOn’T maKe mE sUcK hiM, Mommyyy!’”

She dropped back into cold indifference, lips curling. “Big deal. Get used to it. You’ll be doing it again. And again. And again. Every time Daddy wants. Did you like the taste of his man-milk? Because there will be a LOT more where that came from.”

I remember the way his cock felt when it pulsed in my mouth, pumping his warm, gooey, bitter load onto my tongue. The same way Mommy was pumping the bottle now.

The thought having to do it all again made my stomach churn. Before I could stop it, I let out a pathetic plea: “M-mommy please…”

It was small. Muffled but unmistakable. Her eyes immediately lit up.

“Ohhh, what’s this?” she teased. “Did I just hear a little protest?” She sounded angry, but she looked positively amused. “That counts as a whine, baby boy. Which means another bottle.” She laughed softly, delighted, then leaned close, her tone dripping with sugar. “Mmm, please? Please what, sweetheart? Please no more bottles? Or please don’t make you do your widdle cucky-suckies on Daddy??” Her fingertip brushed my cheek, mock-gentle. “Either way, it sounds like more fussing to me!!" She laughed softly, delighted. “Keep it up, silly goose!! You’ll drink yourself sick before long.”

She tilted the bottle higher, keeping the nipple jammed between my lips. I gulped desperately, each swallow heavier than the last, my belly noisy and tight. I tried to twist away, wheezing for a bit of air, but her hand pressed firm against my chest.

“Uh-uh, sugarplum! You’ve still got a little ways to go!!” She gave the bottle a another shake, thick white still clinging to the sides. “Don’t you dare leave Mommy’s milk unfinished! Drink it all down like a good little mushy moaner!”

I whimpered through the nipple as she tipped it again. The last warm mouthfuls slid heavy down my throat until the bottle gave a sharp whistle, a hiss of air sucking through the nipple. Only then did she finally plop it from my lips, satisfied. A low, miserable groan slipped out of me as I tried to squeeze a breath into a chest already stretched and aching

She immediately mimicked me in a singsong voice: “‘Ooooh Mommy, my tummy’s sooo full!! Poor widdle meee!!’” She chuckled and pinched my cheek painfully. “Goodness! So full, so whiny, and still trying to act like you’re not my baby. But I can hear those bubbles begging to come out.”

Before I could protest, she gripped my wrists and tugged me off my back and folded me forward towards my knees. The swollen padding between my legs squished as she lifted, warm and clammy from the last time she’d made me drink. My belly pressed tight against itself, round and stretched, the fullness sloshing uncomfortably inside me. I let out a pitiful squeak as both the soggy diaper and the gurgling in my gut shifted under the pressure.

“Tsk tsk, just look at you...” she murmured, lifting the end of the bib around my neck and using it to dab at my cheeks where milk and drool had dribbled out. “Messy face, messy pampers. Just what am I going to do with you?? When Mommy holds the bottle, you’d better keep up. No more dribbling milkies down your chin. If you don’t glug-glug faster, we’ll have to think about another punishment for our sloppy sucker!”

She reached behind her and plucked a cloth from the basket, draping the burp rag neatly over her shoulder. The gesture made my stomach drop lower than the milk had. One more babyish ritual, as if I were nothing more than a drooly infant in need of her care.

“Come here, bloaty boy!”

She pulled me in close, sliding me into the hollow of her lap until I was nestled between her thighs, my body folded forward against her. Her arms wrapped around me in an embrace that almost felt intimate, almost tender—if not for the rag tucked against my cheek, the rocking, the humiliating way she handled me like I was nothing but her oversized baby.

She swayed us gently back and forth, chest to chest, her chin resting atop my hair. One hand rubbed broad circles up and down my back while the other patted rhythmically at the thick, sodden seat of my diaper. With every dull, squishy pat, she reminded me that I wasn’t in control of anything. Not my feedings, not my bladder, not even the air trapped in my belly.

“Shhh. Big rubs for my little gasbag,” she cooed, the sing-song lilt twisting the knife. “You’ve got a balloon belly and a soggy bum, and Mommy knows just how to fix both.”

My stomach lurched with every rock, every pat, the bubbles climbing higher in my chest. I clenched my jaw, mortified, refusing to give her the satisfaction. If I just held on, maybe I could keep it in, along with at least some of my dignity.

She chuckled softly, as though she could hear the war inside me. “Mmm, I can feel it rattling. Poor stubborn piddle-pants, trying to hold it back like a big boy!! But you’re not, are you?? You’re Mommy’s gassy little feeder, and Mommy always gets her burps.”

The pats grew firmer, timed with the rocking, her palm pressing through the thick bulk of my diaper with each bounce. “Come on now, sweetheart. Don’t fight it. Big burps for Mommy! Let’s hear them.”

My gut gave a noisy gurgle against her chest, and I bit down harder, cheeks puffed, eyes squeezing shut.

“Ohhh,” she crooned mockingly. “Trying so hard to keep it in. Look at that pouty mouth. Look at those red cheeks. Doesn’t matter, baby boy! Because Mommy will just keep patting. And rocking. And waiting. Until—”

The pressure finally surged too high, and a loud, wet burp tore free against her shoulder, muffled into the rag. I sagged instantly, humiliated.

“There we goooo…” she cooed, triumphant, kissing the top of my head. “Knew you couldn’t hold it forever. My noisy little stinker!! All better now, hm?”

My stomach still felt heavy, but the sharp edge of the gas had eased. Against my will, I mumbled, “A… a little.”

“Mhm. A little relief for my overstuffed tummy-tot.”

Her steady rocking and pats finally wrung another noisy belch out of me, followed by a hiccup. She grinned like she’d claimed a prize. “There we go. Mommy knew you had more in you.”

She kept rocking me, her palm giving a few more pats against my back before she eased me down onto the mat again. I sank into the rubber, limp and dazed, milk still sloshing uneasily in my belly, but glad that at least it was all over.

But then she wagged the empty bottle between two fingers, her smile sharpening. “Now then,” she said sweetly, “Mommy will be right back… I’m gonna go make another one.”

My eyes flew wide, a startled noise catching in my throat.

“Awww!! What’s that face for?” she teased, crouching to plant a kiss across my forehead. “You didn’t think I forgot, did you? That little whined you tried to whisper through your ba-ba about having to be a little cocksucker? That already earned you another. And that groan just now? That sealed it.”

She rose, bottle dangling casually from her hand. “You know the rule: whining means baybee must be hungee!! And you, sugarplum, just can’t seem to help yourself. So Mommy’s going to fill up another, and you’re going to drink it alllll down. Because we wouldn’t want our widdle baby going hungries now , would we??”

The urge to whimper caught in my throat, trembling there, but I swallowed it back down. For a moment she smiled, as if pleased I was finally learning. Then her hand dropped to my middle, giving my bloated belly a slow, patronizing pat that made it slosh in protest.

“Don’t worry, buttercup! If your tummy’s too full, we’ll just burp you again. And again. And again. Until alllll that bellyaching is gone!! Maybe then all those widdle fussies and whiny noises will finally disappear for good.”

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A little short story I've been working on

Your hands grip the bars of your crib tightly, cramps wreaking havoc through your tummy as the enema works its “magic”. Your partner had feigned concern, worried that you hadn’t made a mess in your diaper for 2 days, so an enema was swiftly administered to resolve any resistance you had left. As you held on, your mind wandered to how you had ended up in this situation in the first place.

It had started innocuously on a random Tuesday evening. Your partner, after much hesitation, had finally revealed their deepest secret, a kink they had believed too taboo to share with you up until that point. You had explored various kinks with them throughout your relationship, so you weren’t taken aback at their admission. ‘Diapers?’, you had once thought. They had been open to everything you had suggested, so you didn’t see the harm in humoring them at least once. The only twist was that they wanted you to be the one who wore them, not the other way around. From there, it was a gradual, but inescapable spiral into ABDL. Now the spare bedroom of your home had been converted to your own personal nursery, and you were kept padded more often than not.

Another cramp broke your concentration, and the last bit of defiance slipped away as your bottom could no longer handle the pressure that had been building. A watery mess escaped you, your padding sagging immediately from the force of the enema being released. You whined, and your partner stood and watched from their seat in the corner of your nursery with an elated smile. “Very good, poppet. I was really starting to worry that you hadn’t made messies for me, but it looks like that enema took care of that, hmm?” Your partner purred, their words sultry and sickeningly sweet. Unlocking the side of your crib, your partner beckoned you out. You were hoping you’d receive a change right then and there, but they had other plans in mind as they commanded you to drop to your knees and crawl to the living room.

“Surely you didn’t think you’d be getting a fresh diaper any time soon. No, little one, I must ensure you’re completely cleaned out first. How about some bouncy time? I’ll even be nice and turn the TV on for you.” Hot tears streamed down your face, but you had learned better than to talk back, lest you stay in your messy diaper for the rest of the day.

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The First Surrender

She always savored this moment when the struggle was still fresh, when the mind hadn’t yet cracked all the way. The new girl on the table was no exception. Bound at the wrists and ankles, silenced behind a thick red ball gag, she still believed she had some say in the matter. That belief made everything so much sweeter.

The nurse’s gloves crinkled as she smoothed the front of the girl’s diaper, freshly taped and whisper-white. For now. It wouldn’t be long. She could already feel the tremble in the girl’s belly, the squirming tension in her hips. The formula always worked faster when the subject was resisting, like the body wanted to prove the mind wrong. Her favorite kind of rebellion: doomed from the start.

Leaning close, she cooed into the girl’s ear. “Oh, sweetie… you’re trying so hard to hold it, aren’t you?” The girl screamed into the gag, muscles tight, forehead damp with strain. That sharp, intelligent mind so proud, so scared still fought to stay above it all. As if clenching thighs and gritted teeth could stop what was coming. As if anything could.

A low, wet gurgle betrayed her. Then another. The nurse smiled and palmed the front of the diaper again, feeling it expand ever so slightly with the first betraying tinkles. “Good girl,” she whispered, voice like velvet, “let it all out. You’re almost home.”

And then it happened, full and sudden. The sharp gasp through the gag, the desperate arch of her back, the diaper swelling with soft crackles and squishes beneath her. It was always the same expression when they crossed that line: horror, relief, disbelief.

The nurse stroked her hair as she whimpered and sagged against the restraints. “First one’s always the hardest, baby. But they get easier. Especially once your brain catches up to your tush.” She patted the warm, bulging padding, already browning at the edges. “Give it a few weeks. You won’t even flinch.”

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Stinky pull-ups

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Two Worlds, One Family

This caption is for @baby-bear-den! I hope you enjoy it!

I smile as the front door opens. This is my favorite part of the day.

As always, you’re wearing your favorite big girl costume: a fancy white lab coat covering your chic clothes. Nobody would ever guess what you truly are. Or what you’re hiding under all those fancy clothes.

But I know.

For the few hours you leave the house, you get to pretend you have everything a diaper girl like you lacks. Power. Authority. Respect. It’s well-deserved, I’ll readily admit. You earned it. Not only do your colleagues respect you, but your subordinates fear you.

It makes me laugh every time I think about it. If they only knew.

“Hi, Daddy!” you chirp, walking over to me to let me check your diaper.

“Hi, sweetie!” I respond, removing your lab coat and feeling the soggy diaper under your clothes, “how was your day?”

It’s the contrast I love so much. Listening to you ramble on about roleplaying as big girl while you obediently lift your arms so I can remove your shirt. On and on you go. All the while, I strip you of your big girl costume, replacing them with clothes much more suited to your authentic self.

You continue rambling on about your “big girl” life, even as you’re standing in nothing but your soggy diaper. It’s adorable. But not as adorable as the onesie I put you in, delightfully colorful and covered in all kinds of barnyard animals.

Perfect for you.

I shove your paci in your mouth when I finish buttoning your onesie, stopping your adorable rambling midsentence. I’m done listening. You may command a room there, but not here.

I’ll never get tired of the look on your face when the paci silences you. It’s the look of a woman caught between two worlds. The moment you truly understand whatever happens outside of the house is nothing but a mirage. You aren’t the well-respected, highly competent biologist you think you are. Not at home.

Here you’re nothing more than Mommy and Daddy’s diaper girl—our plaything. You never have been—and never will be—in charge. Not over us, not over your own life. Your place is filling your diapers for us, adorably begging for changes, desperately wishing you could join our adult fun.

I carry you to your playpen, playing Doc McStuffins, before heading to the kitchen to make dinner. You may supervise others out there, but here you are supervised. The only thing you supervise here are the stuffies scattered around your playpen.

Someone walks into the kitchen. I turn around, preparing to scold you for leaving your playpen, only to find my girlfriend smiling back at me.

“Hey babe, how was your bath?” I ask, kissing her.

“Amazing, I love those new bath bombs,” she replies, “do I hear Doc McStuffins? She’s home early!”

“Yep, she got home a few minutes ago!”

I watch as she approaches your playpen, kissing you on the forehead. She picks you up and carries you back into the kitchen, sitting you in your high chair at the table.

Your face still burns in embarrassment whenever you’re locked into your highchair. I have no idea how we went so long without it. You look so cute in it, especially when Mommy puts your bib on you.

For the next twenty minutes, you sit in silence, listening to Mommy and Daddy talk about our day. We make an effort to ignore you, all to make you feel even more little. Besides, adults don’t want or need a baby to talk about her day.

Once dinner is ready, Mommy prepares a plate for you, cutting your chicken into bite-sized pieces and filling your cute Disney Princess plate with all your num-nums.

Mommy playfully feeds you before we eat, your face burning brighter every time she says, “here comes the choo choo train! Open up for Mommy!” When you’re finished, your face is smeared with mac and cheese, your bib dirty from all your “oopsies” as you clumsily spilled your food.

As we eat, I notice you fidgeting in your seat. I’m careful not to draw any attention to it. I know what’s about to happen. I surreptitiously prod my girlfriend, letting her in on your potty dance. You’re staring off into space, desperately—and fruitlessly—trying to avoid packing your pampers at the dinner table.

You continue to squirm, no doubt wondering why we’re still at the table long after we finished eating. I couldn’t help but laugh seeing the relief on your face as we finished eating, believing you’d be freed from your plastic prison before loading your diaper only for the relief to vanish, replaced with renewed terror, as I sat back down after cleaning the dishes, continuing my conversation.

The cutest toot, slightly—and adorably—muffled by your soggy diaper, escapes into the room. You whimper as our conversation stops, our undivided attention on your endearing display in your highchair.

“Are you making a stinky for us, baby?” Mommy asks rhetorically.

“Mmmmphfff!” you unintentionally respond, your body tightening to fill your diaper.

Your legs, once freely swaying in boredom, are now rigid and unmoving. You unconsciously grab the plastic of your highchair, fingers white, as you grip for leverage to push. Your eyes are wide, full of humiliation.

More toots escape into your diaper.

Finally, with one loud grunt, your diaper visibly expands, crinkling as it does.

“Good girl,” Mommy coos, “get all those ickies into your diaper, little one!” Your face somehow manages to grow an even darker shade of red.

You struggle for a few more minutes, your diaper occasionally expanding as you push the mess out. It’s adorable.

“All done, kiddo?” I ask, unlocking the highchair, “you did such a great job filling your diapee for us!”

“C-can I hab changies?” you whimper through your paci.

“Not yet, little one,” Mommy answers, “it’s almost your bedtime and I want to spend some time with you, baby!”

You look up at me pleadingly. I laugh. “Sorry, kiddo, I’m with Mommy on this one!”

I pick you up, carrying you over to the couch. I sit beside Mommy, gently laying you on your back across our laps.

Mommy tickles your tummy, causing you to laugh despite your embarrassment. “Such a cutie patootie we have! Daddy and I are so proud of you!” Mommy coos.

“That’s right, sweetie! I don’t know how we got so lucky! We have the cutest baby in the whole world! Even if she is stinky! Pee yew!!”

“Can you say ‘I’m the cutest, stinkiest pamper packer in the whole world!’ for us, baby?” Mommy asks.

You nervously suck on your paci. “I-I’m da cudest, stinkwiesth…p-pam-pamper packa in da ‘ho world," you stammer, faced flushed in embarrassment.

“Yes you are! Yes you are!” Mommy chirps proudly, “you’re the smartest baby in the whole world too! I don’t think there’s another baby who knows as much about animals as you!”

You stare back at Mommy, knowing the humiliating game that’s about to start.

“Yes you do, sweetie!” Mommy continues, “can our widdle scientist tell us what sound a cow makes?”

You squirm in embarrassment.

“You can do it, little one!” Mommy prods, “tell Mommy and Daddy what a cow sounds like!”

“M-moo,” you answer meekly.

“Surely you can do better than that!” I add, tickling your tummy, “try again, silly!”

“HAHAHA Daddy! It tickwes!!” you plead, squirming around, diaper crinkling wildly.

“Well, tell me what a cow says, silly!”

“MOOOOOOO!” you scream, still laughing after I stop.

“That’s right, baby!” Mommy says, “so smart! What about a pig?”

“OINK OINK OINK!” you squeal, starting to have fun despite your humiliation.

“Good job, kiddo!” I gush, “how about a frog?”

“WIBBIT! WIBBIT! WIBBIT!” you chorus, proud of yourself.

“Good girl!” Mommy sings, “what about a duck?”

“KWAK KWAK KWAK!” you lisp, violently blushing.

“So good!” I congratulate her, “but this is the hardest one yet! What does a baby say before bedtime?”

The smile fades from your face, “b-b-but I ‘on wanna go ni ni Daddy! I wan’ stay wif Mommy and Daddy!”

“No buts, silly,” Mommy says sternly, “Mommy and Daddy want to have some fun, and I gotta get you into a fresh diapee before you stink up the house!”

“Wha-no, PWEASE daddy!” you beg me, knowing I’m much more persuadable than Mommy.

Before I can answer, Mommy flashes you a dangerous look. “What did I say?”

You hiccup in fear. “T-that it’s b-bedtime, Mommy,” you answer dejectedly.

“That’s right, silly. Now say good night to Daddy, little one,” Mommy chides.

“G-goodnight, Daddy,” you whine.

“Goodnight, sweetie,” I say, kissing your forehead.

The last thing I see before you turn the corner is your pleading eyes over Mommy’s shoulder as she carries you to the changing table. I can’t help but smile at how adorable you are.

You may think you’re a big girl, but we know better. You’re right where you belong.

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The sound of shuffling footsteps and a slight crinkle pulls your attention away from your book. You glance up, and there she is, standing in the doorway of the bedroom. Well loved stuffed kitty in one hand, the twisted material of her shirt in the other. She shifts her weight from foot to foot in the way you know she's hiding something.

You wait for her to say something, but the seconds tick on. Her eyes won't meet yours.

You choose to break the silence. "Did you need something, baby?"

She shrugs, but enters the bedroom and clambers onto the bed. Her gait is awkward and widened by the damp diaper between her legs. A thin set of short sleeve pointelle pajamas do little to conceal her padding. Her top rests just above her belly button and the diaper's crinkly white waistband pokes out from her shorts. She cuddles in close to you. You stroke her hair away from her face and look down at her, tucked in the crook of your arm with her stuffed kitty wedged between you.

"You gonna tell me what you need? Or do I have to guess?"

"Just wanna be near you," she mutters and puts her thumb in her mouth to signify she's done talking.

You aren't fully convinced, but accept her answer. It's sweet, and you'll never back away from extra cuddles. Your attention drifts back towards your book and a comfortable silence fills the room. Just your own even breaths, and the rhythmic thuck-thuck-thuck of her thumb sucking.

Something breaks the cadence, though. A familiar hitch in her pattern of breathing. Her breaths become shorter. Almost forceful. Huffier. Then, a muffled crackling noise followed by a sigh.

"Did you come in here just so you could mess your diaper cuddled up to me?"

All you get is a whine and a head shake in response.

"Use your words, baby,"

She withdraws her head from where it was buried in your side and looks up at you, "I..I just like going near you. Makes me feel safe..."

It's incredibly endearing, and you would be embarrassed to admit how much her words (and actions) have turned you on. The idea of her doing something so humiliating and vulnerable just for you sends a rush of excitement through you.

"Well, I'm honored. Should we do something about that stinky butt?"

"Uh-uh,"

"Uh-uh?"

"I like it in there,"

"Oh?' you say, reaching your hand around toward her bottom. You find the bulge weighing the seat of her diaper down and cup it lightly. Not applying any pressure, just resting your fingers over the shape of her mess. "You like having your messes right here?"

With the last word, you push your palm on her diaper and do your best to flatten the bulge in your hand. The plastic of the diaper crinkles and squishes delightfully under your hand.

She lets out a gasp when she realizes what you've done. It peters off into a moan.

"You like it, baby?"

"I do,"

"Tell me why," you say, pressing down again.

"It just feels right. I'm a baby. A baby who poops in her diapers. It should be there. I like it when it's warm, and, heavy, and, squishy, and-"

She's practically babbling at that point, finding it hard to hold onto coherent thought and speech as you knead slowly on her bottom. You pull your hand away and she whines.

"That's enough of that, don't you think?"

"Noooo,"

"You stink, baby,"

She just pouts up at you, arms crossed. She's the picture of innocence, with her red cheeks and dainty pajamas. But, you the know the real her. The her who is far from innocent and guileless.

An idea pops into your head and you feel yourself getting excited all over again.

"Why don't we play a little game, ok? If I win, you get changed, so that I can start breathing out of my nose again. If you win, you get another half an hour in that yucky diaper."

She nods her rapidly, and her eyes widen like a cartoon character.

"I'm good at games," she says, "I beat you in board games all the time!"

"I know you are, but let's see about this one..." you say, reaching into your bedside drawer. You grab a familiar blue and white wand and place it on the bed between you. Her eyes narrow in on it, and she looks at you with her mouth slightly parted and eyebrows tilted in confusion.

"Mommy and you are going to use the wand together, at the same time. Whoever lasts longer gets what they want."

She nods again, slower this time. Her cockiness from just a moment ago is fading. You shift and settle on your knees and tug your own pajama bottoms down to reveal your underwear, a damp patch starting to form on the front. She follows suit, and shuffles on her knees close to you, little shorts around her thighs. Your bodies provide pressure from either side, with the wand supported by your grip on the handle.

With the press of a button the toy comes alive, spreading vibrations across the surface of her diaper and your crotch. You would think the thick padding would stifle any pleasure she could get, but it's quite the opposite. She's described it to you as feeling like her whole lower half is being stimulated, and you can only imagine how hard she's trying not to succumb to it. She's letting out little mewing moans and scrunching up her face. it's obvious she's caught between trying desperately to get more stimulation, while also knowing she can't finish too fast or her fun will end. You don't blame her for wanting the best of both worlds.

You grind against the wand, trying to keep eye contact with her, but it's hard. The waves of pleasure are cascading over you and staying focused on not finishing isn't so easy for you either. The vibrations are hypnotizing and all you can think of is more, more, more.

For a few minutes the room is filled only with the sounds of the buzzing wand and each of your quick breath's and occasional moans.

Until, "M-mommy, I don't think I can, I think I'm gonna..."

You lock eyes with her and push your hips forward so that the toy applies extra pressure to her padded crotch, and it seems you've found the exact right spot to send her over the edge.

The moan she lets out is theatric, and she pushes herself off the wand, flopping on her stomach. With her shorts tugged down you can see the staining on the back of her diaper, no doubt worsened by the past few minutes of wriggling.

You can feel your own orgasm building, but you manage to hold on just long enough to mutter, "Oh, poor baby couldn't hold it," and with a final pulse of vibrations you double over the wand and shudder. The front of your underwear is glistening and slightly pulled to the side.

Later, after a thorough diaper change and your own wipe down, you're cuddling on the bed while some cartoon you aren't really watching plays. She squirms in your arms and looks up at you, a grin on her face.

"Rematch tomorrow?"

[whateatme]

Part Two

My heart flutters in anticipation as the beautiful woman bites her lip, leaning in close to me.

I know what that means—tonight is going to be a good night.

Our lips meet, sending a jolt of electricity through my body. She knows what she’s doing.

Her hot breath tickling my neck. “Let’s get out of here, Tim.”

To drive the point home, she slides closer, pressing her body into mine. I moan as her hand caresses my pants.

But why is it…cold?

I instinctively reach down, confused.

She looks at me, a strange look that doesn’t fit the situation. “I know it’s cold, little one. You were so warm and cozy, poor thing.”

What is going on?

I open my eyes. The girl is gone, replaced by Mia and her sympathetic smile.

Just my luck.

“There’s my sleepy little baby. Did you have a nice nap?”

“I-I guess…” I answer, shivering.

“Oh, I’m sorry, hun,” Mia coos, rubbing my arms, “I had hoped to get your diaper changed before you woke up.”

Rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, I realize why I’m so cold: I’m mid diaper change.

Completely exposed. So different from the world she woke me from.

“Almost done, cutie! You’ll feel so much better with a nice, dry diapie and warm baba.”

I’d be happier if you let me sleep another twenty minutes…

Mia carries on with the diaper change as I slowly start to wake up, my dream floating away.

“There, all clean!” she says as she fusses with the leak guards, “Let’s get you back into your snuggly wuggly blankie and fill your tummy with num nums, hmm?”

For the second time today, Mia swaddles me like I’m some baby burrito.

“Don’t run off, Timmy! I’ll be right back with those milkies!”

As if I had a choice.

I couldn’t move even if I wanted to. Not when I’m swaddled this tight. If I wasn’t so flustered, I might have even admired her skills.

Mia smiles as she comes back with a large bottle of milk and some kind of rag.

“Alrighty, kiddo. Let’s get you fed.”

I’m lifted up as Mia slides under me, using the crib rails to support herself. She guides me down across her lap, my head resting in her arms.

This can’t be happening. There is no way she’s going to feed me like a baby.

It’s too far.

“Open up, Timmy!”

I turn my face away from her—the only option I have being so tightly swaddled.

Mia strokes my hair, undeterred. “Awww, come on little guy! Do it for me!”

“Nuh uh.”

Mia giggles as my cheeks flush.

Did I really just say “nuh uh?”

Her hand guides my face forward, back towards the waiting nipple.

“Silly baby.”

She brushes my lips with the nipple, teasing me in the most infantile way imaginable.

“No need to be fussy, all you have to do is open that lil mouth of yours.”

She tickles my tummy. The moment I open my mouth, she slides the nipple into my mouth, a trickle of warm milk drips on my tongue.

“There’s my good boy! I knew you’d listen to your Mia!”

My cheeks burning with even more embarrassment, I instinctively suckle. Slowly, tentatively at first, as more milk fills my mouth.

“Just like that, my hungry baby lamb,” she coos, rubbing my belly, “Fill your tummy with all the milkies.”

As humiliating as it is to be bottle-fed…in a crib…while being swaddled like a newborn…there is something soothing about it all. The rhythm of my suckles, the milk that tastes better with every sip, the hug of my blanket, and Mia’s warm, gentle embrace.

My mind is oddly quiet, the world around me fading away. My tummy expanding as it fills.

I don’t know if I’m awake or asleep. Time seems to fade away.

A dangerous thought swirls around my mind: maybe I could get used to this.

I’m ripped from my stupor as the nipple is unceremoniously yanked from my mouth.

“H-hey!”

“Sweetie, you finished five minutes ago!” Mia shows me the bottle.

I don’t remember finishing it…

“Time to get all those icky bubbles out of your tummy. I won’t let you feel bad if I can help it.”

Still dazed from the bottle, I barely notice Mia unwrapping the blanket. She pulls me deeper into her lap, until I’m practically sitting in her lap. She puts the rag onto her shoulder.

“What….what are you doing?”

“Burping you, silly goose.”

Wait a minute.

With one last hefty motion, Mia pulls me up so my diaper is now resting on her thigh—and my chin resting on the rag, leading to another uncomfortable realization.

There is nothing covering my diaper.

Mia is about to burp me after a bottle…in nothing but a diaper…in a nursery.

Exactly like a baby.

Before I can argue, Mia gently pats my back.

“Just relax, baby. Mia will get all the yucky burps out.”

“I don’t ne—”

A loud burp interrupts my argument.

“Good boy!”

I shove my face in her neck—too humiliated to show my face.

I don’t dare try to talk again—not after that.

But it doesn’t matter; more burps bubble out of me. Each little burp and encouragement from Mia more humiliating than the last.

I shift and squirm as a large bubble forms in my stomach, stubbornly resisting Mia’s tapping.

“Still more ickies, sweetie?”

“Mhm,” I whimper.

Mia pulls me up a bit straighter, tapping a bit harder.

Finally, after a rush of pressure, a loud burp explodes out of me. But that’s not all.

To my horror, milk flies out with it, landing on the rag and spilling down my chin.

“Woah, that was one big burp, Timmy! Are you feeling better?”

I nod my head.

Mia pulls me back, looking into my eyes, a big grin forming as she sees the spittle on my chin.

“Ut oh, did someone make a mess? Yes, he did! My sweet little lamb.”

Mia grabs the rag and wipes my face clean.

“All clean! See! Nothing to feel bad about! Just a teeny tiny baby spittle!”

She has a way with words.

And by a “way with words,” I mean she knows every way to make me feel even smaller than I am.

Just when I think I’ve hit rock bottom today, she keeps right on drilling deeper.

I look around, wondering what activity comes next, knowing I’ll eventually have to socialize with my peers.

My peers.

This is who my wife thinks are my equals. Who Mia thinks are my equals. Who that annoying daycare girl thinks are my equals.

And after the last few hours, I’m running out of arguments to show I’m not like them.

“What are you looking at, little one?” Mia asks, poking my diaper, reminding me I’m still in her lap.

“N-nothing. Just wondering what we’re going to do now.”

“Well, after nap time means it’s time to stretch those little leggies and play!”

“Play?”

“Yep! Did you see our playground outside when you got here?”

“No, my momm…wife, said it’ll be a surprise because she needed to go to work.”

“Duh, someone has to pay for all your diapers, you stinker!”

I really wish she’d stop poking my diaper.

“D-did you find anything for me to wear, Mia?”

Mia gives me a dramatic sigh. “I tried, kiddo. I really did. You’ll just have to go without. I’m sorry, hun.”

My heart sinks, the hits just keep coming.

“B-but…I don’t want everyone to see my diaper! It’s embarrassing!”

Mia laughs. “You’re so silly. Look around you, little one. You’re in our nursery. All of your friends are crinkle cuties like you. It’s time you embrace it.”

“I don’t want to ‘embrace’ it,” I argue, with dramatic air quotes, “I’m not a baby!”

“Is that so? What’s in your tummy right now, Timmy?”

I glare at her.

“Hmmm? Be a big boy, answer the question.”

“Fine. Milk.”

“That’s right! And how did it get there?”

“I drank it.”

“You’re a smart one, huh? Always have been,” Mia suddenly pauses, as if she said too much. She quickly regains her composure, “But how did you drink it, Einstein?”

What does she mean…always have been?

“Always, huh? How would you know?”

For the first time today, I feel like I caught her wrong footed.

But if I did, she didn’t show it. “Sweetie, this room is full of former smart-asses who overplayed their hand. Are you going to sit on my lap and tell me your ‘wife’ didn’t say you were one when she sent you to the Little’s Program?”

It was the first time she spoke to me like an adult all day—but somehow I preferred the baby talk.

Because she was right.

“Ummm…”

It didn’t take long for her to slip back into nanny mode, ticking my sides. “That’s what I thought, my silly little otterpop. The point is, you’re not an adult anymore. You’re not even big enough for the ‘toddler’ room. You just took a nap in a crib, have Elmo on your diapie, have a tummy full of milkies, and keep whining about covering your diaper. So you tell me, what does that sound like, kiddo?”

Even though her words slice through me like a knife, she doesn’t seem the least bit angry or aggressive.

And why does that make me feel worse?

It’s like she’s trying to help me accept who I am. Does she really think I’ll ever accept a nursery as where I belong?

I backpacked through Asia all alone, but I’m supposed to just accept I need someone to hold a bottle for me while I drink?

“It’s not a trick question, little one!”

“Whatever, I don’t need anything to cover my diaper.”

I try to get away from her. I don’t need to sit on laps!

“No, mister. You’re not getting off that easy,” she says, holding me in place, “You were never getting anything to cover that diapie of yours. But you are going to tell Ms. Mia what you are before you do.”

There is a determination in Mia that sends shivers down my spine.

Is this…personal? Who is Mia? Why I can’t I place it?

“I’m…I’m…”

“You can say it, Timmy! All you have to do is say the words and we can go play.”

I struggle to find a way out. I desperately want to get out of her lap, out of this situation. But I can’t—I won’t—give her what she wants.

“Listen up, cuties!” a woman says to the room, “It���s playtime! Yay!!! Our favorite time of the day! And guess what? The big kids have a surprise for their favorite little friends!! We can go as soon as everyone lines up!”

I can’t decide what sounds worse. Staying here and admitting to Mia I’m a baby—or whatever horrifying “surprise” is waiting outside.

“Awww, don’t worry, little one,” Mia says, ruffling my hair, “You’ll be here day after day, you have all the time in the world to admit you belong right here in the nursery.”

How am I going to keep doing this? This is really all I have to look forward to?

“C’mon, cuties, we don’t want to keep everyone waiting!” She carefully helps me down from my crib, my legs swaying to support me after a long nap.

“What…what about my shoes?”

“Don’t worry, it’s all grass outside. And the playground is nice and soft, perfect the putter pattern of excited feetsies like yours! Are you ready?”

She looks me up and down. I don’t even want to know what she sees. All I know is my only clothes are a Reptar t-shirt and a comically thick Elmo diaper.

“I…I don’t wanna…”

How can I be seen like this?

Mia pulls me into another hug. “I’ll be right here, Timmy. I won’t let anything happen to my special boy. Take my hand and we’ll go stand in line together, okay?”

“O-okay, Mia…”

I shouldn’t need anyone to help me feel safe, but I shouldn’t be in a nursery, either. And Mia makes me feel safe. Secure.

We start walking towards the other littles, who are all watching me with interest. As if sensing my hesitation, Mia squeezes my hand.

“I’m right here, baby.”

[whateatme]

Part One

“Bye, honey, I’ll pick you up at 5! Have fun today!”

She says it like it’s normal that I would have fun at a place like this.

I’m a grown man whose wife just checked him into daycare, and everyone acts like it’s just a regular thing.

How is this normal?

“Alright, kiddo,” an annoyingly chipper daycare worker says, “Your Mommy said this is your first day at daycare! I’m sure you’re nervous not having your Mommy around, but you’re going to love it here!”

“She’s not my Mommy! She’s my wife!”

“Awww, what a cutie you are! But your Mommy also thinks you’re a bit too…well, you shouldn’t be around the big kids, so I’m gonna take you to the nursery where you’ll fit right in!”

I look around at the room I’m apparently not ready for. If it weren’t for all the other “adults” toddling around—if anyone considers even them adults—it would be indistinguishable from an actual daycare.

It has it all: the large playmats with toys scattered around, colorful beanbag chairs, a table for snacks, cubbies for everyone, and an egregious amount of Sesame Street decorations.

And, in the middle of it all, a circle of Littles excitedly playing what looks like “Duck Duck Goose,” under the careful supervision of three workers.

In what world am I unable to handle this? I graduated college!

“But…why can’t I stay here? This is for babies! I can handle it!”

The daycare worker giggles in a “kids-say-the-darndest-things” type of way.

“Sweetie,” she sighs, like she’s explaining something so obvious it’s silly, “These are the big kids. They aren’t like you. Your Mommy said the Little’s Program™️ took your coordination and potty training—you’ll be much happier around Littles with the same…uh…abilities.”

Great. 

Not only am I trapped in daycare, legally unable to check myself out, but now I’m too little for a simple game of Duck Duck Goose?

And this girl, probably barely old enough to drink, thinks I belong in a nursery?

She grabs my hand and pulls me through the big kids, towards a door in the back.

The sign on the door says “suyNre.”

Well, that’s what it looks like to me. I may not be able to read anymore thanks to the Littles Program™️, but I can piece together what it probably says.

“Hey Mia,” the worker says as we enter the room, “We have a new friend! This little cutie is Timmy, and it’s his very first day here!”

There’s something familiar about Mia, but I can’t put my finger on it.

“Well hello, Timmy! It’s great to meet you!”

“H-hi…” I mumble, distracted by how radically different this room is.

This was an actual nursery.

Mia kneels down in front of me. “No need to be nervous, little one. You’ll have the best time with us, I promise!”

The other worker ruffles my hair. “Have fun, Timmy! I’ll come find you when your Mommy gets here!”

As she leaves, I get one last look at the big kids, laughing at their game, somehow wishing I could be there—it suddenly didn’t seem all that infantile.

Not compared to this room.

At least there weren’t oversized cribs out there. Or the lingering smell of baby powder and dirty diapers. And there definitely wasn’t a Little getting his diaper changed in the middle of the room.

“Earth to Timmy?”

“Wha? Oh, sorry…”

“You’re okay, hun. Were you looking at all your new friends?”

I was trying not to look at them, to be honest. Seeing the littles in onesies with diapers poofing out, happily playing on their tummies didn’t exactly make me feel better.

Especially when Mia thinks I belong with them.

“I-I guess..”

“Well, I know they’re always happy to make new friends! But first, let’s check that diapie of yours.”

Before I have time to react to “diapie,” Mia has unbuttoned my shorts and dropped them to my ankles.

“H-hey!”

Mia just smiles, sliding a finger into my diaper and running it all along the edge, checking for wetness like Sherlock Holmes.

“Sorry, hun, but this is the nursery. Nobody here is going to tease you for your diapers. Or for this diaper change. You’re soaked, mister.”

Mia flags down another worker, who grabs a spar diaper and changing supplies.

Mia pushes me to the floor. “Can you lie down for me, buddy? I promise I’ll be quick and you’ll be ready to play!”

I try not to look around, not wanting to know if this humiliating scene has an audience. Not when I’m in this position.

“Thanks, Susan,” Mia says, grabbing the supplies. Susan waves at me as she walks away.

Mia playfully pats my diaper before sliding my shirt past my belly button.

It’s all done so casually, so matter-of-factly. Like it’s just another diaper change.

I shudder at how normal this all is. 

As if I belong here, instead of work, where all my friends—my real friends—get to go. I wonder what they’d say if they saw me getting my diaper changed in the middle of the nursery like a baby.

Well, if they don’t already think I’m a baby. I push that thought away—one humiliation at a time.

And this diaper change is a far more pressing humiliation.

Luckily, Mia is brutally efficient with diaper changes. Wiping me down, lifting my legs, powdering me up like a professional.

Which, I guess she is.

She hums some sweet melody as she slides my next diaper under me. Though I can immediately tell this is no ordinary diaper.

As she tapes it up, the massive bulk is unmistakable. I can’t even put my legs together.

Mia laughs, watching me get used to my comically poofy diaper. “You’ll get used to it, we only use the very best diapers for our little ones—you’ll never get a rash on my watch!”

As if I’m worried about rashes—not how ridiculous I must look in this diaper. 

As I look down at my new diaper, I realize it’s not the bulk that’s most embarrassing, it’s seeing Elmo’s face and the silly stars staring back at me.

It even says Pampers on it, like it couldn’t get any worse.

“Can you stand up for me, Timmy?”

Gosh I hope so.

After a few attempts of wriggling my legs—and “supportive” giggles from Mia—I manage to get on my knees.

“Almost there! You can do it, champ!”

After a Herculean effort, I’m finally able to stand up, but I know there is no way I can walk in anything but a ridiculous waddle.

Just another thing to be embarrassed about.

“Alrighty, little one, let's get these shorts on you, huh?”

“Yes, please.”

Mia helps me balance as I step into my shorts, but it doesn’t take long to realize it’s not going to work.

“Uh oh! I don’t think these shorts will fit, hun.”

My mind races for a solution. Whatever it takes to get this diaper covered.

“C-can’t I just wear my normal diaper then? My shorts fit those!”

More giggling.

“Sorry, kiddo. All little ones in the nursery are required to wear these; it’s our policy. I’ll let your Mommy know for tomorrow, how does that sound?”

It does not sound good at all, thank you.

“NO!” I shout, “I won’t!”

I don’t even care how I sound, I won’t waddle around all day with nothing covering my diaper.

Enough is enough!

To my surprise, Mia’s arms envelop me in a big hug. “Shhh, shh, it’s okay, Tim—I mean Timmy—you’re having some big feelings. We can work on them together.”

I stop squirming, but not because of the hug. There’s something…right about the way she said Tim. And the perfume that smells strangely familiar.

“Good boy,” she coos, rubbing my back, “Just breathe for me, honey.”

Mia holds me for another minute or two before kneeling in front of me. “How about this, kiddo…it’s just about nap time. While you drift through dreamland, I’ll do my best find something that will cover your diapie. Does that sound good?”

“M…mhm…”

I don’t much like the idea of a nap, but at least I’ll have a blanket to cover me.

“There’s my brave boy!”

She takes my hand and walks me ever so slowly—it’s nearly impossible to walk in this diaper—to my crib.

“You’ll feel sooo much better after a nap, little one. You’ve had a big day, your little noggin needs a rest.”

I look around and see the same process happening to other littles, smiling as they’re tucked in.

“There you go, honey,” Mia coos, pressing my diaper to help me up. 

Mia grabs a blanket and expertly wraps me in it. Before I realize whats happening she’s done.

She just swaddled me.

I can’t move at all, trapped in my blanket like a baby, unable to even move my hands.

She clearly is an expert. 

I look up at her, feeling smaller than ever before but only see her smiling down at me.

She leans down and kisses my forehead. “Sleep tight, Timmy. I’ll be right here when you wake up with a warm baba of milkies.”

Soon, when all the other littles are tucked in, the lights dim and gentle music plays in the background. I barely even notice the littles in the other room playing.

Despite fighting with all my strength, I can feel my eyes growing heavy. But I won’t go down for a nap like some stupid baby!

Especially not when I’m swaddled! I’m an adult! Just cause my wife sent me to some stupid clinic doesn’t change that!

Yet my eyes shut anyway. My thoughts slowing. 

The last thing I remember before I fall asleep is Mia—an epiphany that’s lost as as soon as the world fades away and I’m no different from any other little taking their nap.

Go to Part Two.

[whateatme]

Mommy is back on diaper duty part 3

As we went to the car, Justin said:

"That was so embarrassing, did that really have to happen, mom?"

"Let mommy handle that, that's not your business, Justin. You poop your Pampers, i'll take care of the rest. You don't have to tell me what to do, mommy knows best!" 🤭

"Ok ok, no need to be rude, mom..."

"Then that's that. How about we grab a bite to eat at Taco Bell before we head home? Are you hungry?"

"Um...yeah, i am pretty hungry, tbh!"

As we walked towards Taco Bell, he suddenly slowed down. I knew what was happening - he peed in his Pampers again...but I'm not going to bring it up. Babies pee their diapers, wherever they are. No need to address that. 🤭

After placing our order at Taco Bell, we found a table and talked about the upcoming days. I think he was afraid of me exposing him in our village or to our friends. Of course, I won't - but he'll definitely get a sense of who's in charge.

After a while, our order arrived, we ate and chatted a little about his special needs...I wasn't aware that diapers were a thing for him ever since... 😆

He said, when he was younger, almost out of diapers, he peed his Pampers on purpose, so he could still wear them... Um, ok?! Didn't know that... ☺️

As we went back through the mall to the car, i again checked his diaper, just to make sure, he won't leak when driving back home...

"All good, baby! Just a little squishy down there!" I smiled at him.

While driving home, Justin became quiet. I asked if everything was okay?!

"Um... can we... i mean i know i am diapered, but... um.. mom, can we please stop at a rest area for a moment? I have to go #2..."

I was smiling at him: "No need for that, just let it happen, it's ok! Babys do that in their diaper"😋

"Mooom, how am i supposed to go #2, when you sit right besides me, talking?! I just can't! Besides, I'm sitting down, how am I supposed to go in my diaper?!"

"You'll learn it, every baby has to go poopies in their diaper, while sitting down at some point. It's natural. Just open the window, we still have 15 min to go... "

Justin was looking angry at me, trying to avoid to go in his diaper...

"May you need your binky to relax? When you were younger, you always had to have your binky, when going boomies in your Pampers" 😂

"Mooom, I really have other problems right now!"

"Well ok, was just an offer" 😋

After a while, he pushed himself up from the seat to make some room in his diaper...He looked intently, a dull fart sound appeared....it suddenly began to smell a little... 💩

I encouraged him and said: "Good boy, see, that's how toddlers do it! Wasn't that difficult, was it?"

"That's so gross, mom.... i feel so gross rn"

I laughed at him: "Well son, that's what a toddler in diapers gets to experience every day, better get used to it!"

After we got home, we brought all his diapers and supplies upstairs....

He afraidly was asking, why i bought lockable plastic pants and mittens.

"Just in case, Justin"

"Just in case what, mom???"

"...just in case you choose to disobey mommy again!"

"Mom, come on! I don't need that, i will not wear any of those!!!"

"Sorry hun, the decision is not yours. Baby's do, what mommy says! Now help me setting up your changing place! I still have your old changing mat upstairs."

He was in his poopy diaper still, but he didn't dare to ask for a diaper change right now...

We set up a diaper changing station, unpacked some diapers, and placed a tube of Desitin and the powder on the changing table.

I decided to not change him right away, he should get used to his full diaper. 💩😅

"I'm going to cook something for us for tomorrow. Since i'm invited to Luise's house by 10am, i will not have the time to cook tomorrow. You can go upstairs meanwhile, play a little computer games or whatever you guys use to do these days."

As I started cooking, I thought: He'll regret not following the rules this morning... When I go to Luise tomorrow, he'll be surprised... 🤭

As he sat at his computer, in his full diaper still, he considered the entire situation. Was it as he had imagined it to be in his blog stories? Yes and no, his "little self" loved being led, but his adult self often couldn't get used to the situation. He hadn't expected that...

After a while he got back to the kitchen...

"Um mom...i....i...um, my diaper is still...um guess it will be leaking soon...can you please..."

"Ah, you're right, wait."

I went to my bedroom to pick up his rubber pants...

"Come over to mommy, take your Jeans off"

"What? Nooo mom, why?"

"Cause i don't want my little stinker to mess up my property! Foot up... the other one too... ahhh, there we go. Don't worry, I will leave it unlocked for now...."

"But why not just change my diaper?"

"Cause I'm busy cooking rn!"

Annoyed, he let it happen and went upstairs again...

After i was done prepping our meal, i went upstairs, to finally change his diaper...

"Mommy's here, diapychange!"😋

"Huh, didn't i put you in your baby pants? Where is it? Why did you take it off? You're not allowed to do that, mister, you should know better!!!"

"And that is why i bought lockable mittens for you! I know my boy...! Where's your binky?"

"Nooohooo mommy..."

"Oh yes, mister! You decided to take em off, not me...That was a mistake!"

I went to the bathroom to get his binky and mittens.

"Open your mouth!"

"Now where's your baby pants?"

Binkyface stared at me, fell back on his bum, begun to smile, but didn't answer.

I begun to put his hands in the mittens. He didn't fight it at all, i was a little confused...

"Justin, where. are. your. baby. pants?"

He was pointing at the trash can under the table.

"Oh dear... Really Justin? Stand up, lay down on the changing mat, now!

He did.

I opened up one of the Pampers Babydry packs and took 2 diapers out. Cute. 🤭

"You'll soon regret that, mister! 😆

"I hate plastic pants, mom. I don't need plastic pants!"

"Leave that to mommy! When i put you in plastic pants, you'll wear em!"

I began to open his diaper, his poopies have squished all around his bum...well, not only his bum...naughty baby...💩

When i finally wiped all of his mess off, i took some desitin and made sure to put it anywhere in the whole diaper area. We don't want my baby to get a rash! 🤭

I unfolded two of his Pampers and begun to put him in the first one and closed it.

"Bum up! Here comes no. 2!"

I proceeded to cut holes in the first diaper, so i could put a second one on top.

Added 2 of the pampers diapers to it and closed it pretty tight. Now that's my babyboy! 🚼😋

"Stand up!"

He couldn't close his legs at all, while standing in front of me with his binky and mittens on. Definitly the right moment to explain him the rules again...😂

"Listen Justin: You are not allowed to play with your diapers, you are not allowed to take them off, or change them yourself! If i put you in plastic pants, you'll leave them where they are. Your diaper-area is off-limits!

The bathroom will remain locked, and if you disobey Mommy again, I will come up with another punishment! Do you understand that, Justin?"

"He nodded his head"

"Good boy, oh guess it's time for nigh nighs..."

"But mom, It's still light outside - it's 7:30pm, come on, why?" he mumbled through his pacifier

"Cause mommy said so! You chose to disobey mommy, now you'll have to suffer the consequences! Btw, i know you've been at the big boys potty after your shower yesterday... Shouldn't have done that...Come with me...."

"I really had to go, what else should i've done???"

"Do what mommy told you! You should have brought your diaper downstairs and let me change you. Just as i said!"

I took him by the hand and brought him to bed.

"There you go, baby, i'll bring your baba"

While i was preparing his baba, i thought about mixing some Miralax in... Since tomorrow he will have to sit in his poopy Pampers anyways, let's educate my troublemaker a little...

I only used half of what was listed on the package insert. After all, he'll have to wear his Pampers until tomorrow early afternoon, when i'll get back home. We don't want him to leak.

I brought him his baba, made shure his paci is within his reach too.

"How am i supposed to drink with mittens on?" he asked

"You'll get used to it."

He looked so cute with this thick Pampers between his legs, sucking on his baba...

"How about i read you a little good night story, you loved that, when you were a toddler. I still have your baby books, found em at the attic yesterday."

I read him a little story, gave him a kiss on the forehead, covered him and said "Good night sweetie!"

When i went downstairs, i got back to my PC. I wanted to have a look, what else they make for "Adultbabys" like him.

Let me tell you, there's plenty! Rompers, bonnets, bodys, footed sleepers, paci's, paci-straps - you can find almost everything for babys in adult sizes too! ☺️

I couldn't resist buying him several bodys and a strap for his paci. You don't want your baby to loose his paci! 😅

Oh and such cute diapers, even though we have plenty, i couldn't resist buying another pack... or two...Too cute! 😆

After a while i heared him walking upstairs... Did the laxative work already?!

It sounded, as if he tried to go to the bathroom again. Nope. Still locked. 😋

Meanwhile upstairs

Justin's thoughts:

"Oh no... not yet... wait, she put those laxatives in my bottle... Nohooo...!

The bathroom is locked still and i really, really have to go... She got me... But i don't want to sleep in a poopy diaper, thats so mean!"

He got back to his room, tried to take his paci with his mittens, but failed... He had to go so bad that he immediately squatted down on his bed and surrendered to his fate... 💩

His poopies squished all around his bum...he felt so baby again... 🍼💯🚼

When he was done, he managed to get his paci in his mouth and tried to relax...

He was torn... On one hand, he loved the feeling of giving up control and having to go in his diaper and suck on his pacifier again. On the other hand, it feels strange to be treated like a toddler by his mother again. He's still especially embarrassed by having her change his poopy diaper. 💩😆

After thinking for a while, he fell asleep...

The next morning, he heard his mother scurrying around the house... She's going to a friend's house today.

He squishes his diaper...he seems to have wet himself unconsciously during the night - his diaper had gotten quite thick. When he moved, he remembered his full diaper...he'd lay there for a moment and enjoyed the feeling, when suddenly his mother came into his room...

"Good mooorning sweetie" she whispered through the door

"Good morning mom" he replied through his binky

"Did you sleep well, sweetie?"

"Mhm, thanks mom"

"When you're ready, come down, I've made breakfast" she left the room

Justin stood up, his diaper was hanging down his crotch already. He felt his diaper package and found that the outer diaper was still almost dry.

He waddled downstairs and got to the kitchen.

"Um mom, can you please take my mittens off?"

"Oh yea, of course, take a seat hun"

He sat down in his poopy diaper...there it was again, that baby-like feeling he somehow begun to love...

She took his mittens off and put breakfast on the table.

"There you go baby" she said

We had breakfast, mom was asking me if i still enjoy beeing little, which i affirmed.

"Good, um i will be at Luise's house for 3-4 hours soon. I got some of your old baby toys and your beloved stuffies down from the attic. I thought you might want to play with them a bit, while I'm out and about."

Justin wasn't sure, but nodded.

Soon he felt, that he had to go poopies again. He decided to go to the toys and pretended to look at the things when suddenly another good morning stinky pressed itself into his diaper. His bum got bigger...

She knew exactly what had just happened and went to check his diaper.

Justin hoped she would change his diaper, before she leaves... but she said smiling at him:

"Little stinky, but you'll be ok till i'm back"

She went back to the table to get his mittens and another shirt...It will get quite hot today. She proceeded to change his shirt.

"Uppies, lets change your sweatshirt, baby"

"Ah, i almost forgot your baby pants. This time mommy will make sure you won't take em off again!"

She put him in his plastic pants, locked em up and took the keys with her...

He noticed the mittens on the table and immediately asked:

"Do i really have to wear these again? Come on mom, how am i supposed to do anything with these? Arent't these locking pants enough?!"

"You're not supposed to do anything but feel, what a naughty baby you were" she smiled at him while she put the mittens back on him and locked em up.

"I will turn on the TV for you, at lunchtime there is always children's hour on TV" ☺️

"Btw, i made you a baba with tea"

"But mom... um... can you please change me before you go, please!?"

"I am sorry Justin, but since you didn't listen to mommy yesterday, there must be punishment. But don't worry, i made sure your Pampers can handle any accident, till i am back"

He looked at her sadly...

"Really mom?!"

"Ya, you'll be good"

"For now, you can play with your toys and watch a little TV! See you in a bit, sweetheart" she left the house.

There he sat in his poopy Pampers, thinking about what to do next...

[whateatme]

Mommy is back on diaper duty, Part 2

He was waddling upstairs to his bedroom, making that pouty face... looking so cute in his Pampers... ☺️

Next morning he was up early, thinking about what to do, cause he still didn't want to go #2 in his diaper while at his moms house...

He sneaked to the bathroom, to check whether he could relieve himself quickly without anyone noticing...

"F***, the door was locked, mom was serious!"

...suddenly his mom came around the corner...

"Good morning sweetie...do you search for something?

Didn't i say i'll make sure you'll not have to worry about potty breaks anymore?! Guess i did..." 😉

"Moooom, please let me go to the bathroom, please! Why do you do that to me???"

"Didn't you say, you'd like to experience the life of a toddler in diapers? Now you've got the chance! Your bathroom is around your waist, just let it happen!"

He ran, or should i say waddled, back to his room.... His diaper was so wet already...I left him alone, so he can go boomies in private. Toddlers don't want to be disturbed, when making pushies in their Pampers....😆

I got back to the kitchen and began to prep our breakfast, after a while i heard him trying to quietly open the bathroom door again. No chance, it still is locked... What did he think? That it magically unlocked itself?! 🤭

Guess he'll be a stinky boy soon... 😋💩

He went back to his room and thought about, what to do... he had to go sooo bad...

After a moment he defiantly thought: "If she wants me to poop in my diaper, i will show her what it is like, to change a poopy diaper of a "grown up".

He knelt down on his bed and did, what he had to do...💩🚼

His bum bulged, the front of his diaper got thicker too...

After a while he decided to grab his jeans, put it on and went downstairs...

"Ahh there you are, i made breakfast for us hun, are you hungry?"

I could tell mom was trying to sneak a look at my bum. I made it hard for her to see... But then she suddenly came over and begun to just check my diaper... 😅

"Uh did baby go pottys already? Uh, you're stinky! Do we need to get your bum changed?" 😋

"Maybe" he said defiantly and took a seat at the table. His poop squished everywhere in his diaper, up his butt and the front too... That's quite the most babyish and humiliating feeling, he ever has experienced... Sitting in his poopy Pampers at the breakfast-table with his mom... Embaressing but somehow beautiful too...

"We'll need to buy some supplies for you today, hun... You'll need wipes and barrier cream at least...Guess you'll have to stay in your nighttime Pamper, till we got some wipes and changing supplies for you." I said teasing him 😉

"What??? No mom, you can't do that to me!!! Isn't a mom supposed to take care of their kids diaper?!"

"Yes of course. But since when does the kid decide, when it is time for a change? Never heard of that...

And still, we got no wipes or anything. How am i supposed to change your stinky diaper?"

"Mooom, nooo i can take a shower..."

"You could. Let's see. However, you won't go out without a diaper around your waist. That's for sure." 🤫

After we had breakfast, he stood up, his legs wide apart.

I had to giggle and said: "Better get used to it, will not be the last time, you'll have to sit in your poopy Pampers..."🤭

He was looking angry at me...

"Can i take a shower mom, please!"

"You can, here's the key. But don't you dare going on the big boys potty! No Potty! When you're done taking a shower, lock the door again, come downstairs and bring the key, your binky and a fresh diaper!"

He waddled upstairs to take a shower...

After a while, I could hear the toilet flushing... Well then, seems like somebody didn't obey mommy... I will not address it now, but he'll regret that soon...

After a while he came downstairs in his boxers, brought everything i requested.

"Bathroom door is locked again? I will double check!"

"Ya mom, it is..." he said annoyed

"Good boy! Take your binkie and lay down on the couch, so mommy can put you in your Pamper..."

He layed down, got his boxers taken off by his mom.

"Uh, somebody's got a little rash, don't you?! It's about time to get you some desitin"

He was laying there in front of me, all nakey with only his binky in his mouth...cute 😂

"Bum up" i said

I made sure his diaper wont leak, checked the tabs and cuffs.

"Done, all fresh and clean baby! You can go pick your clothes!"

I'm starting to get used to the sight of him in his baby pants...I don't know why, but I kinda loved to see him like this... So cute, almost like back then... Gives me huge mommy vibes! 🥰

As we sat in the car, he asked what we're about to buy, and where?

"Don't worry hun, your Pampers are barely visible through your pants. At least when thy are dry...

We won't go to the Walmart in our city, where everybody knows you. We'll be driving to a store that's approx. 40min from here. I'll make sure you're good, hun"

"Thanks mom..."he said relieved

"You're welcome, sweetie"

We got to our destination after roundabout 35min. I chose a mall, that has all the supplies for him...even a store that has his big Pampers.😎

First we got to a drugstore... I picked a cart, took him by the hand and went straight to the baby department...

I checked all the baby diapers, cause he will need a thicker padding, when i am not at home and for the nights of course.

Better safe then sorry...

"These are baby diapers mom, i won't fit any of those" he laughed at me.

While i put two packs of "Pampers Baby Dry Size 8" in our cart, i said:

"I know hun, i know..."

He looked at me in disbelief... 😆

I went straight to the wipes, took a 4x economy pack, some Babypowder and 2 desitin diaperrash cremes.

He was looking a little scared, probably just realizing that from today on, mommy will be wiping his bum again...No more going pottys for him! 🚼🍼💩😂

I went on to the bottles and paci section, cause i wanted him to pick out a binky & baba himself.

Well lets say, he wasn't as excited as me...

"What? No mom! I don't need a bottle"

"Ok, then mommy will choose a baba for you"

"Mooom, please, i really don't want a bottle! I mean for real, i can drink from a glass, i really don't need it!"

I heared enough of his moaning, so I decided to check his diaper right where we're at, so he remembers, who's in charge again!

"Little squishy down there, huh?" I said not too quiet... 🤭

Worked out, he went silent after that.

"Ok, what else? Binky, baba, pampers, wipes... ah, there's one more thing!"

"There we go. Justin, this is just in case you choose to disobey mommy!"

I held up a pack of "MiraLAX"

You should have seen his face... 😂

"Come on mom, no need for that..."

"We'll see. Better to have than to need" i said

We went on to the medical store, where they sell his Pampers.

As we got in the store, a pretty girl, maybe in her late 20's, welcomed us.

"Hello, how may i help you?"

"Hello, I read online, that you offer diapers from ABU — the ones that look like the old Pampers from the '90s, SDK in size M."

Justin blushed as the cute girl from the counter was looking at him and examined his slightly poofy crotch...

From that moment on she knew, the diapers were for him...soooo embarrassing, he wanted to sink into the ground immedietly...

"Oh ya, we offer those. Let me look it up, ummm... they're 34,99$ a pack with 10 diapers. We offer packets with 10 different diapers to test too. Same price. Might be a good option to find the right diaper, if you are not sure yet.

I was looking at Justin, counting the approximate number of diapers, he'll need. 3 weeks, he has 16 diapers left at home... 21 days, approximatly 3 diapers per day...

"Guess that's a good idea, we'll take two of the mixed test packs and three of the SDK's. Still pretty expensive to have a kid in diapers, i must admit..."

"Well ya, it is...At some point they all grew out of their diapers. Ahm...well at least most of em" she smiled at Justin 🤭

"Will be right back" she said

While she collected the diaperpacks, Justin was looking at me still blushing with angry eyes...

"Mooom, why do you do that? Now she knows for sure they're for me! Thats so embaressing!!!"

"Why do i do what? Of course they are. You'll be in diapers for quite a while now, so i'll make sure we don't run out of Pampers! Didn't you say your diapers are my responsibility? I think so, let mommy handle that!"

The girl overheard our conversation and came back smiling with the diaper packages.

"Anything else, m'am?

"Um... Yeah, um... i saw you offer lockable rubber pants in your onlinestore, do you have those in stock here?"

"Oh yea, let me look it up...We have em in stock in blue and transparent right now."

I looked at him questioningly.

He was so embarrassed and looked away, as if those weren't for him...

"Hm, guess transparent is the best choice, with the blue one i can not see, when it's time for a change. We'll take one in transparent, please. Um, they're one size, aren't they?'

"Yes m'am, one fits all" she winked at him...😆

She went back to the storage unit, to pick it up.

"There you go, something else, m'am?"

"Thx, um... oh i almost forgot - do you have something like these locking mittens? Let me show you" I pulled my phone out to show her.

Justin looked at me anxiously and angrily, when a loud but sensitive "mooom" escaped him 🤭

Meanwhile the girl was checking her computer: "Oh yeah, we do. Um, wait, let me show you what we've got" she said

"So we've got two models of mittens, one with padding and lockable and the other ones are standart, without a locking option."

Justin was so embaressed, he walked away from the counter a little and pretended to look at the things on the shelf to avoid being humiliated even further.

"Ok great" i looked at Justin

"...guess we'll need the locking option, so i'll go with those. Ah, one more thing, i saw you have those cute, oversized binky's for "adults". Do you have those in stock here?"

She looked it up and said: " Yes, we do. Those are pretty cute, don't you think?!" she giggled

"Yea, just like back in the day..." the girls laughed

Justin could hear our conversations clearly, while he stood in front of the shelves. I looked at him, immediately realizing that he went pee-pees in his Pamper. I know that wide-legged stance... 😆

"I called him: Come on Justin, help me carry your Pampers to the car!"

"M'am, you can pick a shopping cart over there" the girl said

"Oh ya, thats better, thanks hun!"

"You're welcome, have fun" she winked at us... 🤭

...to be continued in part 3

[whateatme]

Mommy is back on Diaper duty, Part 1

For holidays, my son came over to my house. We've had a good time cooking, going on hikes and beeing in nature together. He is almost 19 now, it is quite interesting to listen to him and get to know, what the "kids" are up to today. Very different from when i grew up, let me tell you that! 😂

The other day i was at my PC looking for nice routes to hike with him. When i was typing "Ad..." for "Adventure Path", instead "Adult baby diaper lover" came up. I never heard that term before, so i hit enter, to see what it means.

I couldn't help but giggle, when i saw a grown ass man in soggy diapers with babyprints on them! 😂 I went clicking through the content, when suddenly a picture came up... I know this guy....you got to be kidding me!!!! 😂

Omg, it's a picture of my son in a baby body, he was drinking from a baby bottle and had a thick, wet Pampers-themed diaper between his legs! What the heck is happening here....? 😆

I didn't get to see him like this, since he was a little kid. Odd but also kinda cute... 😂

Well, to be honest, he was almost 9 when he was fully potty trained... He loved his Pampers back then and didn't want to potty train at all...

It really was his tumblr, so i continued exploring it.

His last post came up, him showing packs of "Adult" diapers, that said "Super Dry Kids"

"Up to my mom's house for holidays! Stay padded, stay safe fellow babys!"

Wait, what? So it means he brought diapers to my house?! 😂 Really?

...i know, i shouldn't do that, but since he is out and about with an old friend of his, and i am sooo freaking curious, if my son still is a little Pamper packer..... i had to go upstairs to find out...

Let me tell you - he is. 😆 Didn't take long to find em, he brought two of the packs from the pictures he posted...

I was chuckling while checking the packages...🤭

One pack was open, six diapers were taken out already. I wonder where he stores the dirty ones.... Took another one out and thought about what to do when i saw that he had stripped the bed and there was a large, wet spot on the mattress...

But didn't he write in his blog, that he's in diapers every night? Maybe he can't change himself properly and his diaper leaked?!

Must be... 👶🏾

Justin and i have a pretty strong relationship, he was the youngest of four. We talk about everything. Well, almost, i guess... 🫣

Tbh, I've always have been a quite dominant personality, but also a very loving & caring mom to my kids, so i figured - why not put him back in his Pampers, if he likes them so much?! I mean, i am his mom and it seems like, he'll wear em anyways... 🤭

I took the diaper with me, got back to my PC and continued discovering his blog...:

"I've been a lifelong DL, was a bedwetter till i was 9 and loved my Pampers ever since. "

Yep, that's right, let me tell you that. 😂

"..still a bedwetter today, i wear Pampers every night..."

Ok, interesting... Didn't expect that...😆

I wonder if he uses em...i mean like a real baby, for #1 and #2...

Didn't take me long to find out:

He does... 💩🫣 Well then, looks like mommy is back on diaper duty! 😂

The evening went on, i couldn't help but explore his tumblr for quite a while...

From all i read, he seems to be starving for a caregiver that is in charge of him and his diapers...

"To your rescue here i am" i was chuckling to myself. 😂

Suddenly he came back from his old friend...

"Hey mom, sup, how was your eve?"

"Good hun, was running errads and did some, uhm... research... How 'bout you?"

"Pretty tired, Jason and i went out in the woods. Still such a beautiful area. Love it! Um, guess I'll have a rest now, mom, i'm done for today..."

He was picking his clothes up and turned around to go upstairs...

"Didn't you forget about something, sweetie?"

"Whatcha mean mom?"

I held up the diaper i took out of his bags.

His facial features slipped when he saw the diaper... His face went tomato-red. He couldn't say a word...

"Always clear the browsers history, before leaving a PC, that's not yours, hun...

I found your tumblr, i know about your little secret, Justin. Or shall i say, baby?!" 👶🏾🚼😋

He was in shock, went silent completly...

"Hun, i am your mom, no need to be ashamed. I changed dozens of your pampers back in the day, remember?!" I smiled at him.🧸

He was rooted to the spot still, not a single word coming out of his mouth...

"Sit down hun, tell me why you have the urge to wear diapers at your age?"

He sat down, so ashamed of the whole situation.

"Don't you worry, Justin. Just tell me, what's that diaper thing about?"

Long story short:

He confessed to me, that he is an Adult baby, ever since he likes diapers and still loves to wear em today, but doesn't know why either...

Well ok, kinda odd but...uhm, ok. Everybody got preferences...

After a while i said:

"Sweetie, one of your blogposts states, that you still wet the bed at night. I just saw the wet spot on your mattress today. Is it about that?"

"Ya... i mean no... I mean... It might be a part of it...maybe"

"Well then, seems like i need to take care of your diapers again..."

"Nooo mom, i dont need that...!"😠

"The wet spot on your bed speaks volumes..."

"Listen Justin, i really don't want you to wet my bed, so i'll make sure your diapers suit you properly from now on... I might be a little out of practice, but i will get the job done! Better then sleeping in a wet bed!"

He looked at me in disbelief, not saying a word...

"Yap, guess mommy has to change your diapers again, who could have imagined that?! 😆 Let's see if i am still a diaper wizard, lay down on the couch"

"Nooohoo, you can't do that to me, mom.... I am 19 years old!"

"Doesn't look like you are 19 when you're in your poopy Pampers. And as long as you wet my property, i will make sure you are diapered properly! You decided to wear diapers, but aren't able to diaper yourself properly! So i will do. No argueing, lay down Justin!

He knew there was no way out and surrendered to his fate...

"Do you have changing supplies, sweetie? Wipes & barrier cream or so?"

"Moooom!!" He was moaning...

"What? When you poop your diaper like a baby, you should be protected as such! I will buy some changing supplies for you tomorrow.

"For f*** sake, nobody said i was gonna poop in my diaper!"

"Oh yeah? Your blog said otherwise..."🤭

"Moooom!!!!" he yelled at me again 😂

"What? Isn't that you, waddling through your bedroom, or shall i say Nursery, in a saggy, poopy Pampers? I know that room, son...You received that carpet from me as a housewarming gift, remember?" 😋

"Moooom! That's so embaressing!!!"

"Should have deleted the browsers history before leaving the house then, i guess?!"😋

He was so ashamed...But he just has to go through with it...

"I saw you're using a binky, that's kinda cute! You loved your binkys, when you were younger. You always carried at least one binky with you...umm...do you right now?"

"Um...maybe...?!" he said quietly

He went silent while i undressed him, when i suddenly could feel something in his trousers pockets.

"Ah, i knew it. There we go, open your mouth"

He did as he was told. I unfolded the diaper and said:

"Pretty big Pamper for a pretty big baby, huh? Aww, look at that print, just like the Pampers Brandon wore as a kid. Gorgeous! ☺️

While i put the diaper on him, i made sure the barriers go to the outside, to prevent any leakage.

He was looking so cute in his Pampers, it was the first time in years, i felt that "mommy" again... 🚼🥰

"Stand up, my little stinker" i helped him back on his feet.

"Moooom, don't say that!"

"Turn around" i checked the cuffs of his diaper again and gave him a light pat on his poofy bottom. 🤭

"You look so cute, baby!"

"But listen, Justin, you know me, i do no half measures:" "If you want to be in Pampers, that's ok with me. It's just diapers, nothing to really worry about. You're my son, who am i to judge you?! 😘"

"But to be clear - as long as you wear your Pampers, you will not go to the bathroom! That's not how we do it! You'll be in your Pampers for the rest of our holidays, your bum will be changed by mommy only! I am not kidding, Justin!"

"Got me?"

He was looking down to the ground, silent...

"You are not allowed to change yourself, nor take your diaper off! Don't you dare trying..."

He was making that pouty face...

"But why mom??? I can still go to the toilet, even if i wear diapers!!!

"Yeah, but why? When you wear a diaper, there's no need to go to the big boys potty anymore!"

"That's so mean..."

"As long as you wear Pampers, the bathroom will be off limits for you. Didn't you write in your blog, that you'd love to have a mommy, that changes your dirty diapers? Well, there you go! - Let's see how much you like to be a baby, when you're treated like one for real..."

"Moohoom, please!!! That was just a weird fantasy i wrote about, I really don't want that, i don't want you to baby me! Please mom, leave me alone!...."

"You do hun, you do. Obviously. I mean look at you..."

"Isn't that a Pampers between your legs? Ya? Then that's that!"

"As far as i read in your blog, you never wore any longer than a weekend, right?!"

He nodded his head in agreement.

"Ok, then it might be just the right time, to make you feel like a real toddler, back in diapers. Wasn't that something, you'd like to explore? At least you wrote a long story about it, didn't you?! 😋

"Moohooom, that's so embaressing!!! I don't want that!!!"

"Really? Your blog said otherwise... As long as you are in diapers, there's really no need for potty breaks! Just like back in the day, when you were 7 or so. You didn't even mind, when having a poopy Pampers back then..."

He was looking at the table..."Mom, really? I don't need a caregiver or something...And please don't say "mommy", thats so embaressing!"

"I am your mommy, actually... 😂 Btw, sounded very different, when i read your blog."

He went quiet again...

"We'll definitly need some more diapers and changing supplies, when you're back in Pampers 24/7. Where did you got your Pampers from? And we'll need some changing supplies for my little Pamper packer" I laughed

He went tomato red again...😂

"...um threy're from Amazon..."

"Ok, i will have a look... What size do you wear? Is it "M" or "S"?

"Then isn't that your responsibility?" he said angrily...

"Ok, so you wanna be a salty little pamper packer?! - I'll find out myself!"

Quietly he said "it's "M" for the most part..."

"Enough for today, you can go nigh nighs little stinker! Do you need your binky?

"Mooom, leave me alone please!!!"

...to be continued in part 2

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Scotty Doesn’t Know

The last few weeks had been pure, unexpected bliss.

A few months ago, you finally managed to admit your ABDL kinks to your wife.

It did not go well.

“So let me get this straight. You, ostensibly an adult man, want to not only wear diapers, but have me treat you like a baby? And you’re serious?”

Needless to say, you did not bring it up again.

After a few awkward weeks, however, it seemed to be forgotten, and your relationship seemed to get back to normal. Both of you pretended that the conversation never happened.

Which is why you were so surprised the night you got home from work and found her waiting along with cases of diapers, onesies, and more accessories than you could have ever imagined.

“Awwww, are you surprised to see all this, baby? Good! At first I thought it was just so…pathetic. But I’ve done a lot of research and think this is perfect for us!”

You couldn’t believe your ears.

It didn’t take long to see just how thorough her research must have been. She hadn’t just bought every ABDL item she could find—she had fully immersed herself in the kink.

“I need you to understand one thing, baby. If this is what you want, then you will fully commit. This won’t be something that happens when it suits you. It’s all or nothing.”

She continued, “You will be diapered 24/7. No exceptions. At home you will have no more rights than a baby. You can wear big boy clothes in public over your diaper, but I will check and change your diaper when I see fit. Got it?”

How could you say no?

She was a natural. A perfect mix of loving Mommy and firm domme. Caring and attentive, yet unrelenting and uncompromising. She was unambiguously in control.

And it was better than any fantasy you ever imagined.

Which brings us to today.

Mommy just fed you your lunch: a large bowl of oatmeal with sliced strawberries and bananas, followed by two jars of pureed prunes.

As usual, you were doing your post-lunch tummy time on your oversized Winnie the Pooh blanket in nothing but your Rugrats t-shirt and comically soggy Little Kings diaper.

Of course, Mommy knew you were due for a change. She wasn’t blind. But she knew her little one was extremely regular—especially after eating those prunes.

She’d change you once you made your afternoon poopoo.

The first wave of cramps hit seconds before the doorbell rang.

You looked up in panic; you’d be immediately obvious to anyone at the door.

Yet Mommy completely ignored your terrified squeals from behind your paci, heading straight for the door.

You watched in horror as the door opened. It seemed to happen in slow motion, slowly and inevitably.

“Hey girls! Come on in!”

Nothing could have prepared you for this.

Standing in the doorway were Mommy’s two best friends, Lauren and Mary, smiling from ear to ear.

Looking right at you.

Utterly exposed.

You instinctively try to cover your diaper in an admittedly adorable, yet wholly futile attempt to preserve your dignity.

As if that was even possible.

Your bulging, yellow diaper was merely one aspect of the humiliating, infantile menagerie before them.

“Oh! My! Gosh! Fiona! He’s adorable!” Lauren squealed in delight, walking straight toward you, “He’s even cuter than you described! And that diapie? Ahhh, I can’t!”

They knew about this?

Mary followed right behind Lauren. “Like…he even actually looks like a baby! Just…bigger.”

The three women surround you, looking down at the red-faced baby too stunned to speak.

You can’t believe Mommy told them!

“Told you you’d love him!” Mommy says with pride, “He just belongs in babyhood!”

Mary laughs. “I know Lauren thinks so. Remember that fight before your wedding?”

“Can you believe I actually argued this sweet little boy was a man?” Mommy says quickly, noticing Lauren’s hesitation, “But you were right all along!”

“Well, I still shouldn’t have said all those things at the Bach party. It was way out of line.”

Mommy waves a hand dismissively. “You were just being a good friend. I wasn’t ready to hear it, yet. Good friends tell hard truths.”

Your eyes go wide in fear as a strong wave of cramps hits you. A tiny whimper escapes your mouth.

You look at the women, praying they’re too distracted to have heard you.

“What’s wrong little guy?” Mary asks softly, kneeling down, “What are you whimpering about, hmm?”

Mommy flashes a knowing, devious grin.

“Ut oh! Does Mommy’s little baby have an icky tummy? Is someone gonna make poopoo in his diapie for us?”

“Ahhh! He even makes the same poopy face as actual babies!” Lauren squeals, tickling your tummy, “Go on, baby. You don’t have to be embarrassed! Babies like you go poopie in their pampers!”

Your face burns in embarrassment. Or maybe from the effort of holding it.

All you know is you cannot mess your diaper like this in front of them. It’s bad enough being seen like this—but you won’t give them the satisfaction of pooping your diaper.

“Poor baby, trying to hold it,” Mary coos, “Just let go for us. We know you’re just a baby. Don’t pretend to be a big boy. It’s okay! Just push all your ickies into your diaper, and it will all be over.”

“I think it’s cute,” Lauren giggles, “Does he actually think if he holds it, we won’t see him as a baby? Well, kiddo, about that…nobody will ever see you as an adult ever again. Besides, we’re going to be here all night babysitting you. We’ll see your stinky tushie sooner or later!”

They’re babysitting you tonight?

Lauren sees the look of confusion on your face. “Oh, does he not know we're babysitting him, Fiona?”

The thought distracts you from your cramps, forcing out a loud, bubbly toot followed by a small amount of mess.

“Good job, baby!” Mary says encouragingly, “You can do it!”

Mommy just smiles.

“Why would I tell a baby my plans? What Mommy does in her free time is of no concern for him, is it baby? All he needs to worry about is when he’ll be changed.”

Mommy is planning on going somewhere?

Another grumbly toot trumpets into your diaper. You grunt as you push warm mush into your diaper.

Despite the overwhelming humiliation of losing the battle in front of Mommy’s friends, you’re more concerned about Mommy leaving you.

“I think the baby is finally making pushies!” Mary shouts, “Is that bulge in your diapie poopie, baby? Yes it is! Yes it is!”

Lauren slides your pacifier into your mouth between grunts. “Here, sweetie. Suckle on your paci while you go poopoo.”

Mommy stands up. “Do you two mind watching him for a bit while I shower? He’ll probably be going for a while. Prunes go straight through him.”

“Not at all, Fiona! You’ve been excited for this date since you put him back in diapers!”

No. No. No! Mommy is going on a date?

You look at Mommy, who doesn’t have even the slightest trace of shame. If anything, she looks more radiant than usual.

“Thanks, girls. I’ll show you how to change him when I get back.”

Your attempt to get up and follow her are foiled by another large cramp. Instead of following your wife, you push another round of mush into your diaper.

“Oh, honey!” Mary coos, rubbing your hair and rattling a toy for you, “Mommy will be back in a bit, I promise. Are you almost done pushing?”

You hate the way Mary talks to you.

She knows why you’re upset—you’re not an actual baby!

Your wife and her friends are casually talking about her going on a date with someone named Mark, but Mary has the audacity to make it seem like it’s because you’re an infant with separation anxiety?

“Sweetie pie, what did you expect?” Lauren chides, “I mean, look at you! You’re pooping your diaper during tummy time! Do you really think your Mommy—or any woman—would ever want to be with you after that?”

You want to argue but can't bring yourself to look her in the eye.

“Baby, you made your choice. This is what you wanted. You gave up your adulthood to be pampered by your Mommy. You’re a baby—not a husband. So guess what? Your Mommy has needs babies can’t satisfy.”

Tears well in your eyes.

“Aww, don’t cry, honey,” Mary says as she wipes the tears from your eyes. “Be nice to him, Lauren. He can’t help it! He’s just a baby!”

“I think you have a soft spot for the baby, Mary,” Lauren teases, “You just love helpless things.”

“Guilty. And what’s more helpless than a baby in a poopy diaper? Poor thing, you should never have been allowed to grow up, huh, kiddo? Don’t you fuss about Mommy. She loves you very, very much, okay?”

You look into Mary’s eyes. To your surprise, you don’t find a hint of mockery—only authentic concern and affection.

And for some reason, that makes everything worse.

Lauren may taunt and tease you, but at least she’s recognizing you’re an adult when she does. Unlike Mary.

Mary genuinely sees you as a baby; that much is clear.

You squirm at the realization. You passed the point of no return.

This isn’t a game anymore. It’s not a fun role play between you and your wife.

This is your life.

“You look stunning!” Lauren shouts when she sees Mommy come back into the room in a red dress you had never seen before.

Lauren wasn’t lying. If anything she was underselling how beautiful your wife looked.

She looked so good you forgot about your rapidly cooling messy diaper. You forgot her friends were here to babysit you.

Forgot she was your Mommy.

For the first time since her friends arrived, you found your voice. “Babe, you look amazing!”

“Awww, you’re so sweet, little one,” Mommy says before dramatically sniffing the air, “But Mommy is more concerned about your stinky bum. Babies get diaper changes, not dates, silly!”

“He definitely needs a changie! Such a stinky boy!” Mary adds unhelpfully.

The momentary bliss fades away as you remember you’re about to have your poopy diaper changed.

You stare longingly at your Mommy in her dress as she grabs your diaper bag.

“No, no, we got this, Fiona. That dress shouldn’t be anywhere near a poopy diaper,” Mary assures her.

“Are you sure?”

“Your baby is in good hands. You’re off the clock. Go have fun with Mark.”

You pretend you don’t see her wink.

“Ugh, thank you! You guys are the best!” she says before turning to you, “You behave for your babysitters, honey. I’ll see you in the morning. I love you, sweetie!”

She blows you a kiss as she walks out the door, leaving you with a poopy diaper in desperate need of a change.

“Alright, mister,” Mary says patting your diaper, “Let’s get you out of that icky diapie so we can play!”

The way Lauren laughs sends shivers down your spine.

“We’re going to have so much fun getting to know the real you, baby!”

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Even from the corner of her eye, Emma could see he was moving funny. He usually had that crinkly waddle, his legs forced wide by the padding between his legs. But she didn’t even have to glance up from her book to notice that something was…off. His movements were more measured, more tentative as he shuffled back and forth in the living room. A quick sniff of her nose confirmed her suspicions, but she decided not to say anything—not just yet.

Her book forgotten, she watched him meander back and forth across the room, waddling aimlessly, not really searching for anything other than something to say.

After several more minutes of silence, Emma finally spared him.

“Ryan,” she called,. “Do you have something you need to tell me?”

He turned slowly, his expression a mix of nervousness and resignation. “I’m fine,” he mumbled.

“Are you sure?” Emma asked, smiling despite herself. “You don’t have anything…weighing heavily on your mind?”

He hesitated, eyes dancing back and forth meekly.

Emma uncurled on the couch, sitting up straight and putting her feet flat on the floor. “Come here.” She said, soft yet firm.

Ryan rocked back and forth on his toes, unsure, but the look from Emma finally convinced him. He sighed, then slowly shuffled over in front of her, his cheeks a bright pink.

He there stood awkwardly, his hands fidgeting at his sides, head lowered. The silence between them stretched out, thick with tension. The padded bulk between his legs was unmistakable — and Emma’s sharp eyes hadn’t missed the subtle change in his posture.

“Ryan,” she said, her tone cool but not cold. “You’re sure there’s nothing you want to tell me?”

His eyes flicked up to meet hers, then darted away just as quickly. His face was crimson now, lips pressed into a thin line. The scent was stronger now, telling her everything she needed to know, even if he wouldn’t.

“N-no…” he whimpered, voice so small.

“Pull down your pants, Ryan.”

His fingers trembled as the gripped the waistband of his joggers, his breath quivering as he dropped them to his ankles.

He stood back up, his large disposable diaper on display. He lifted his shirt—but only because his arms were raised up to hide his face—giving Emma a better view.

She let the moment hang for a minute. The silence (and the diaper) doing all the talking. Ryan rubbed his face anxiously, wanting to move or run or hide, but all he could do was stand there.

Emma uncrossed her arms and rested her hands on her thighs, giving him a look that was soft around the edges but firm at the core. “I’ll ask you once more: Did you do something in your diaper?”

Ryan’s shoulders slumped. He gave the smallest of nods.

“Do you want to tell me what it is?” She asked, as if the evidence wasn’t on full display.

His face flushed again, he hid behind his hands, then shook his head.

“Well then I guess ‘Mommy’ will have to check,” Emma sighed, gently taking him by the wrist and making him shuffle closer with his pants still around his ankles.

She slowly poured her eyes over him, tracing her hand up his cowering thighs, running it over his crinkly pamper—but not stopping—her fingers raising his shirt even further, nails dragging across his tummy.

“It’s pretty swollen, Ryan,” she observed, giving the front a gentle squeeze. It was quite warm, and the smell of piss competed with that of the powder and…other things.

Carefully coaxing a finger into the leg bands, she ran it back and forth teasingly, “Did you wet your diaper, Ryan?”

He let out an embarrassed huff, but nodded.

“Use your words,” Emma said, running her palm over the front of the squishy diaper, “tell me what you did in your diaper, honey!”

His bottom lip quivered, “I…pissed myself.”

Her hand stopped abruptly, ceasing his labored breathing. “Say it in little speak!”

His face screwed up again, he shifted, but his voice creaked out in a higher pitch “I-i went pee pee’s in mah diapee, Mommy!!”

“Goood boiii!!!” Emma cooed, patting his pissy pamper affectionately, squeezing it around his hardening cock and giving it a couple good strokes for some positive reinforcement. “Thank you for telling me!”

She released her grip on his swollen padding and sat back a bit, “Now…is there anything else I need to know…?”

Ryan immediately went back into his shy and timid mode. His head hung low, his body deflated, hands subconsciously rising to his face again.

“N-nuh—“

“Turn around.” This time Emma’s tone was sharp, pointed, meaning business.

Ryan was taken aback at first but—perhaps more out of fear than anything—he whimpered and waddled around in a circle, droopy diaper dancing back and forth as he did.

Emma placed her hand under the hefty load in the back of Ryan’s diaper, it was even warmer than the front. “So you don’t want to tell me what this is??” She scolded, pressing her palm inward and smushing the mush into his backside, watching him visibly cringe. He groaned, whimpering.

“Tell me what it is, Ryan!” Emma roared over his pathetic whining and crying. “Tell me what you did in your diaper, sweetheart!”

Ryan continued to squeal as Emma pressed the mess into him, wriggling it around, using her other hand on his hip to serve as a firm reminder that he was not to move or run away. He was to stay in place and take her torment.

He knew it wasn’t going to stop until he voiced it. As hard as it was to say out loud, it was harder to endure such gross humiliation.

“I made a poopy diaper!!” Ryan cried, “I went poo poo’s in my diapee!!”

Emma stopped, dropping her hand. The hefty load fell back down as gravity took over.

There was more silence for a while. Ryan’s breath heavy and labored. His eyes and cheeks moist.

Eventually, he felt Emma’s soft, cool skin as her hand gently took his. With a firm tug, she guided him to stand beside her. Her fingers curled around his wrist, warm and steady. “Over,” she instructed, tapping her thigh.

That got Ryan blubbering again. “No, Mommy pweez! I sorry! No spankies! PWEEZ!!” Even through his pitiful pleas he instinctively started dropping to his knees to climb over her lap for a punishment—but she stopped him.

“No, no, baby!” She said,stopping him. Softly, comforting, “like this…”

She guided one of his legs over hers, keeping him facing forward, away from her. Emma adjusted him with little effort, settling him so that his bottom was properly positioned — thickly padded, snug in his diaper, and directly over her knee. She rubbed his back for a moment, grounding him, then slowly pressed him down so that his weight was fully on her thigh.

“Shhh…it’s okay!” She whispered softly in his ear when it made him cringe.

Peeling back the waistband, she gave the diaper a quick, practiced peek. Again, not because she didn’t know the contents, but to get him familiar with the process.

“You certainly did some damage in there, little man!” She said, patting the waistband closed. She leaned forward and wrapped her arms around him, like a big spoon, “but if you want to wear diapers, you’re going to have to learn to tell Mommy when you use them.”

Before he could reply, Emma shifted slightly, spreading her knees just enough for a better seat. Then, without warning, she began to bounce him — small, controlled lifts of her leg beneath him. The motion was firm, rhythmic, and deliberate. Not punishing, but undeniably corrective. Each bounce jostled him gently but unmistakably, the thick padding exaggerating every motion.

He tried to move away, but she tightened her arm across his lower back, steadying him, pressing him down. “You’ll stay here until you remember this feeling,” she said, not breaking the rhythm of her knee. “Get used to it. It’s going to be happening a lot more from now on. You didn’t think you were going to get to wear diapers and not use them for all of their intended purposes, did you??”

Ryan whimpered and whined.

Bounce. Bounce. Bounce.

Each rise of her knee sent a flush of warmth through his cheeks, not just from the physical sensation of the mush on his bottom, but from the emotional exposure of it all rushing to his face. And yet, as her other hand brushed slowly up his spine, comforting even in the middle of discipline, the duality of it soothed him. She waited for him to finally have his cathartic moment before coming to a stop.

“Come here, honey…” she said softly, turning him around but in the same position, wrapping her arms around him so he could bury his face in her chest, sobbing softly. She patted his back, shhhing him. “I know that was hard, sweetpea, but this is why you need to tell Mommy when something happens in your diaper! You’re supposed to ask for help — not try to hide it.””

“I was embarrassed,” he whispered.

“I know you were, honey.” She cooed, brushing her hand along his back “it must be humiliating being a grown man pooping in a diaper, huh?”

He whimpered at that, but she held him closer and rocked him back and forth.

She knew that he liked to be degraded, but he needed the other part too. “Trying to hide it only makes it worse. I’m here to help you through the hard stuff, even the messy stuff. Especially that.”

He softened at that, melting in her arms.

“You’re safe,” she whispered close to his ear. “I’ll never judge you or leave you or make you feel less-than for the things you enjoy.” She let that hang, then shrugged, “well…other than when we’re in scenes.”

Moments like this—where they were having their kinky play time, experimenting with the dominant and submissive dynamic—always seemed to lead to a breaking down of barriers of some kind. The years of shame and guilt and baggage that Ryan had carried with him about his stupid little fetish all seemed to fade away in that instant. He felt safe in her arms, protected. Accepted, as she rocked him back and forth in his mushy diaper. The smell was horrendous, but she didn’t have a single wrinkle on her nose as she kissed his forehead softly. She loved him. All of him.

“There,” she said gently when he lifted his head off her damp shoulder, his cheeks and eyes still misty. “Better?”

He nodded, hands wiping his face.

She helped him up carefully, her hands guiding him with the same firmness that had corrected him. Their eyes met — his shy and grateful, hers steady and affectionate before she closed them and gave him a kiss.

“Let’s go change your diaper,” she said, standing up, but she had that devious look in her eye again. The one that said she wasn’t done playing. “Then you’re going to go over my lap the other way, I’m going to get the wooden spoon, and we’re going to give you a reminder of why you need to be honest with Mommy.”

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From the Top of the Castle

Inspired by The Padded Princess Playroom, an AB/DL series of novellas available on Kindle Unlimited.

“C’mon Sophie!” she shouted. “We’ve gotta go!”

Like an alligator surfacing from the water, my eyes barely out from behind the pink plastic wall. Alyssa was standing below, waving her arms up and down, and slamming her foot against the padded floor.

“Hurry!”

I stood from my crouched position, redness finally fleeting from my flushed cheeks. After a few heavy breaths, I was able to respond to my friend.

“Just a second!” I shouted from atop the princess castle. “I’ll be right there…”

Playtime was over, and the nannies kept us on a strict schedule. After breakfast, which was always thirty minutes long from 8:30 to 9:00 am, we had morning class.

Circle time, a couple of show-and-tell speeches, and our preschool lessons took another hour until 10:00 am, almost always interrupted by an over-the-knee spanking for the Padded Princess Playroom’s brat of the day.

Then we had playtime from 10:00 am until noon – at which time we were all put down for naps until 1:30.

It was already 12:02. Nanny Elise didn’t seem too thrilled about being behind schedule.

“Sophie, get down here,” she said sternly, staring at me from the three-story tall tower in the corner of the playroom’s castle.

I shifted side to side on my feet. She was going to figure it out sooner or later, if she couldn’t already smell me from down there.

The princess castle was my preferred place to do it – away from all the other girls, with just enough privacy to hide the dirty deed until I was ready for a diaper change.

“I’ll be right down, nanny!” I said. “I just gotta get back to the stairs.”

The fresh load in my pants, held in place in my diaper by my onesie and sheer white tights, was uncomfortable already. Taking the stairs, as opposed to the other option, was at least bearable.

But nanny wasn’t willing to wait for me to toddle back to the ground floor. A classic ultimatum was offered.

“Take the slide right now, Sophie,” Nanny Elise said. “Or you’ll be going down for your nap with a red bottom.”

A spanking would be MUCH more uncomfortable, even with an extra-thick, clean bedtime diaper around my waist.

I looked at the slide, back to the stairs, and then at the slide again. With a short sigh, my option was pretty clear.

I awkwardly toddled toward the slide, and carefully attempted to hold myself on my palms and feet as I made my way down.

But even that backfired. As soon as gravity took hold of my body down the slick plastic slide, my palms lost their traction, and my bottom squelched against the hard plastic.

“AHHHHHH!” I whined as the normally fun swirly slide rubbed the mess against my tushy, culminating in an extra-smelly squish once I hit the padded floor, right in front of two shiny black heels, and a pair of clean-shaven shins barely covered by Nanny Elise’s apron.

She placed her hands under my armpits, and lifted me off the floor. Against her arm, she could feel the evidence in the seat of my diaper.

“Pee-yew, Sophie – that’s a stinky diaper!” she teased. “Good thing you got that out before we put your naptime plug in, but you know you’re not supposed to hide while you make messies here.”

I couldn’t even look at her, opting instead to bury my head into her neck as she walked me out of the playroom, her hand holding my head tightly against her.

“Someone needs a spanking so that she remembers babies don’t hide their poo-poos from nanny,” Nanny Elise said softly. “Then you’ll go down for a nap, and we’ll leave a note for your caregiver that you were punished today.”

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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]