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This….. this is what happens when you mess around and find out. Double diapered until tomorrow.

Under mommy’s wisdom and guidance she felt I need to blog about my teasing and how she read it and I ended up here.

Truth be told I was being a brat intentionally to earn SOME diaper time and mommy’s attention. Well boy howdy did that ever work! Just. Not how I expected it too. I figured a diaper and a little time. But here I am with two on….. now I wasn’t the smartest and this happened innocently enough. I stopped during my work day for a shower and took what is now my outer diaper off to go get cleaned up. When I went to put it back on I tore one of the tapes. Not thinking I just reported my wrong doing to mommy and put a dry diaper on. This was my fatal mistake. After some conversation afterwards and she found out I have some tape with me for work. A few holes in my dry diaper, a quick wrap with some electrical tape and viola a waddling middle aged baby!

The truth is Mommy has been busy with her summer vacation and I’ve been busy with work and other activities at home we haven’t been chatting as much as normal. I’ll be honest. This baby missed his mommy. So with my little side in full I control acted out until I got what I was looking for. I just didn’t think it would be quite this extravagant.

Fank you for double diapering me mommy! I missed you!

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🤭🤭🤭🤭 mommy is on vacay so I get to be a rotten brat and not wear my diapees….. other than at bedtime.

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Hehehehehe I peed my diapee and mommy doesn’t know it!!! 🤭🤭🤭🤭

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If mommy had it her way I’d never feel big boy underwear on my body ever again

Had to change into a thick nite time Pampers.

It’s rough being a potty pants loser 

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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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