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Is there anything more fulfilling than wearing a diaper? I don’t think so!

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I can see why! I want these too!

I am OBSESSED with these diapers!!

(They are a new print from Kiddo!)

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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