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🤔🤔diaper for bed or no?

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I wonder how much trouble one would or should be in if they don’t have enough diaper supplies?

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La culotte plastique est indispensable pour protéger des fuites urinaires !

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A bad stomach kind of night…. Fun

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Smell Your Place

The soft tick of the nursery clock marked the passage of time with a syrupy slowness. Plush pastels and the faint, ever-present scent of powder clung to the walls like a second skin. Somewhere distant, a lullaby played.

Clarice stood at the edge of the hallway, arms folded neatly over her starched uniform, her eyes narrowed with quiet calculation. She had her rounds, as always, and her expectations—meticulously kept, unwavering.

Maid Briony had been on shift for three hours.

Three.

And yet…

Clarice’s heels clicked once, then again, as she made her way into the laundry room, where Briony stood dutifully folding a mountain of bibs and onesies. Her posture was stiff, her expression focused, almost…proud of herself. Clarice’s eyes dropped instinctively to the seat of the girl’s uniform—where the telltale puff of padding should have drooped, shifted, or darkened.

It hadn't.

Still dry.

“Briony,” Clarice’s voice came silk-sweet, but her steps were sharp as a blade slicing through butter. The maid turned, eyes wide, alert.

“Yes, Miss Clarice?”

The head caretaker didn’t answer immediately. Instead, she stepped forward, gliding with the kind of presence that turned air into atmosphere. Without asking, without warning, she lifted the hem of Briony’s uniform. A rustle of stiff plastic followed as Clarice pressed two fingers against the front of the girl’s diaper, then flattened her palm over it.

Smooth. Dry. Still crinkling softly, like new.

Clarice’s eyes flicked up slowly, her smile never touching the chill in her tone. “Three hours on the clock and not even a little sag.”

Briony swallowed, eyes dipping.

“I—I didn’t feel the need yet, Miss Clarice. I thought maybe after the next feeding…”

“You thought?” Clarice echoed, almost amused. “Is that what we do here, Briony? Think like big girls?”

Briony flushed a deep red, the tips of her ears glowing.

Clarice let the uniform fall, but her fingers didn’t retreat entirely. Instead, she tapped lightly against the padding. “You’re here to follow, not think. Filling that diaper is your duty just as much as your tray or your mop. And right now, it's a failure.” Clarice’s next step was slow, deliberate. She reached forward, not harshly but with a firm grip on the front of Briony’s collar and pulled the maid to her knees.

“You clearly need a reminder of what a good woman on this staff smells like,” she murmured.

Then, without hesitation, she pulled the girl close and pressed Briony’s face snugly into the soft, warm back of her diaper. It sagged slightly from use, thick and unmistakably swollen.

“There we go,” Clarice said sweetly. “Breathe deep. Smell that? That’s what success smells like here.”

Briony shuddered, lips parting softly, her face nearly melting against the padded warmth. “You’ll be like this soon,” Clarice promised, pulling back just a little and lifting Briony’s chin. “Or you’ll be back on the street. Your choice.”

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🤔🤔 diaper change before bed or just switch to underwear?

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Let’s be real.

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Mommy decided I needed these diapees. They are very pink. I’m trying to see if there’s a lesson to them or if she just thinks they’re cute. I’m thinking she just likes them.

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Proving A Point Pt.3

"Cheshire!" Amelia scolded. "What did you do?!"

Cheshire wasn't even sure at first. She'd thought she was just watching TV... Nothing was really as interesting as whatever she'd seen earlier on, but she still found herself getting engrossed in the show, letting her mind wander as she stared into the screen... The next thing she knew, Amelia was yelling at her.

As she turned to face her sitter, however, she quickly realized why she was so upset. Cheshire squeaked, eyes widening in shock and disgust as she felt something squishy and mushy around her bottom move as well, shifting with her. If it hadn't been for the smell, she might not have figured out what it was, but as soon as that hit, she knew.

"I-I..." she stammered.

"Your Mommy told me I wouldn't have to worry about this," Amelia shook her head. "I thought you were a big enough girl to keep your diaper clean..."

"I-I am!" Cheshire said. "I'm almost as big a girl as you!"

"Not even close," Amelia tugged down the waist of her jeans, showing off the top of the underwear beneath. "See this? These are big girl panties... They're nothing like your diapers," she poked at Cheshire's diaper, making it crinkle. "And I definitely don't go poopy in them. Maybe I should have put you in the special diapers..."

"No!" Cheshire whimpered. "I-I'm not a baby..."

"We'll see," Amelia replied cryptically. "Come on, dinner is ready..." She took Cheshire's hand, leading her into the dining room. Cheshire blushed and sniffled, each step reminding her of what had happened as the mess in her pants squelched between her legs... Though that was nothing compared to what would happen if she sat down, as Amelia apparently wanted her to do, pulling one of the wooden chairs out from the table and gesturing towards it.

"C-Can't I get changed?" Cheshire asked.

"The food's hot now," Amelia told her. "No point in wasting that... Besides, it's bath time right after this anyway, so we might as well wait until then."

"B-But..." Cheshire whined.

"Sit, right now, young lady!" Amelia snapped. Cheshire squeaked, scrambling up onto the seat, afraid of the older girl's wrath. She'd been right; settling down onto the hard, unyielding seat was far worse, and finding a position that didn't leave her constantly aware of the state of her diaper proved impossible, no matter how many times she shifted throughout the meal.

Cheshire was quiet during her bath, too embarrassed to say anything as Amelia cleaned her up... After, however, when she saw the fresh diaper awaiting her, along with her PJs, she definitely managed to come up with a few words. "B-But it's so early!" she pouted. "It isn't bedtime!"

"It is for naughty little girls who poop their Pampers," Amelia said.

"B-But I'm not!" Cheshire sniffed, feeling tears fill her eyes. "I'm a good girl..."

"Then prove it," Amelia replied. "Do you think you can do the dishes for me?" Cheshire nodded eagerly, despite hating that particular chore - well, most any chore, really. "If you do a good job, and stay dry and clean, then I'll let you stay up a little longer," Amelia promised.

Cheshire was glad for the chance to prove herself, despite the huge pile of dirty dishes she had to contend with. There was so much splashing, as she reached into the dishwater to find something to scrub, so much running water as she rinsed them off... She really had no chance. She hardly even noticed the first time she dribbled into her diaper, although, afterwards, it was hard to ignore the damp spot in her padding expanding.

She was quiet and nervous as she shuffled into the living room to announce she was finished, watching Amelia go off to the kitchen to inspect her work. She didn't even notice her thumb working its way towards her mouth, while she hoped that the sitter would forget about the last part of their little bargain...

But, sure enough, when she returned, she said, "Good work. Now, turn around... Let's check that diaper of yours."

Cred: PrincessPottyPants

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I know mommy would like it if I used mine more.

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God, diaper humiliation is such a rush though…

“Just changed you x amount of time ago and you’re already wet again?”

“You’re such a little baby, sitting in your wet diaper.”

“You don’t have potty privileges. You can sit right there in your diaper and go potty like the baby you are.”

“Show Mommy/Daddy how wet you are baby. Knowing you, I’m sure you’re not dry. You never are for long.”

“No you’re not allowed to change. You’re just a baby. You’re not to be concerned about your little diapies. That’s Mommy��s/Daddy’s job.”

“Time for a diaper check baby. I don’t care if you didn’t go. You’re too little to be able to check on your own.”

“Go put on a diaper, then you can potty. No toilet for my little baby.”

“You’re so fucking wet and you love it don’t you?”

“Put some panties on over that wet diaper. I want every inch of that pressed against you so you don’t forget what a little baby you are.”

“Piss yourself for me, like my little baby.”

“Tell me how much of a baby you are while you press that wet diapie against yourself.”

“Mommy/Daddy is going to go potty in the toilet while you sit there in your little wet diapie like a proper baby.”

“Oh you want to be sassy? There’s goes your opportunity for a change. That’s another hour for you. I don’t care if you leak.”

“Let’s see how much those can hold. I’m sure Mommy/Daddy’s little one can fill those up in no time.”

“No big boy/girl panties today. I think today will be a no potty privileges day for my baby. “

“You’re not a baby? Why don’t you say that to me again but this time press on that soaking diaper between your legs.”

“Aww you leaked? That’s okie sweetheart that’s what happens to babies that can’t control when they potty.”

“You wanna use the big kid potty? Alright go sit on it but keep that diapie on. You can pretend you’re a big kid. Oh no, that’s not what you meant? I don’t care. Go. Now.”

“Go sit on the potty with your diaper on baby. Mommy/Daddy wants to see you try to go like a big kid. Your diaper will hold up, don’t worry.”

“Go put on a diaper. I don’t trust you to keep those pants clean. You’re just a baby after all.”

“Aw sweetie did you have an accident in your diapie? Such a good boy/girl for Mommy/Daddy.”

“That diaper is sagging something fierce baby. Good. Now you look like the baby you are. Sit down.”

“Since you like to not do what you’re told so much, why don’t you just go and pee your little pants. Show me how much of a big kid you are without your diapers.”

“If you don’t want to listen, you can put a fresh diapie on over that one. Then we will see how much you feel like being bratty, hm?”

“I want that diaper thicker. My baby is such a little potty pants, we have to make sure you’re properly protected.”

“You can’t walk properly? Good. You can crawl.”

“You’re squishy? Aw darling that means your diapers are working well.”

“My baby had an accident? Aw aren’t you glad Mommy/Daddy knew enough to put you in diapers?”

“Today is diaper day. No excuses or negotiation.”

“Look at my baby trying to be all tough when you’re sitting there in a soaked diaper. You’re cute when you try to be all big.”

“It’s little time. Diaper on, and pacifier in until Mommy/Daddy says. You talk with it in and you ask permission to take it out.”

“I said keep your paci in. Ten minutes humping that soaking little diaper of yours. Maybe that will teach you to listen to Mommy/Daddy.”

“I think you need a reminder of who owns that cute little tushy. Diapered and in the corner. Time out time. Don’t worry, your diapie will catch all your accidents”

“Yes sweetie, you look very big in those big kid undies. Now stop playing dress up and lets get you in a diaper.”

“Are you trying to hide that you’re wet? Oh silly, Mommy/Daddy already knew you were. Why do you think we asked for a diaper check?”

“I know you’re wet. The question is, how wet?”

“Lay on your tummy baby, and keep your paci in. You need some tummy time.”

“I love my little potty prince/princess.”

“You look so good with that paci in your mouth, why did I ever let you take it out?”

“Is my baby fussy? That’s get that little rush changed and down for a nap. No, you don’t get a choice.”

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You’re still a little if you don’t like Disney.

You’re still a little if you don’t like cartoons.

You’re still a little if you don’t like pastels.

You’re still a little if you don’t use pacifiers.

You’re still a little if you don’t dress like one.

You’re still a little if you’re not little.

No matter how you act as a little, your little space is YOURS and yours alone. Do what makes you happy. There’s no wrong way to be little.