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Mmm I need a daddy like this so he can teach me a lesson like a good little girl

Where did you get pacifier gag in your last video

It’s a Fixx PaciGag by TodlrFactory (available on Etsy) with a giant “disciplinary” non-deflating latex teat Fixx Pacifier in it (sold separately from Pacifer Addict) - while the build quality is great, I have the same criticism as some reviews, namely that the lack of a strap over the head makes it easy for them to slide down on certain head types, rendering them more cosmetic than functional. When I’m on my back it holds pretty well, but otherwise it wouldn’t be hard to remove. To fix that, I found some double sided hook-and-loop material in a similar color and made my own head strap. Here is a rough camera test I shot before bedtime. I feel like it looks decent enough to use on camera in the future, but what do you guys think?

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mm then i would have daddy change me

Morning messies

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Pushing a steamy load into my diaper and having a wee right after

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Did an enema in an already full diaper. Love how full this one got!

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Comfy load while sitting down

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Absolutely filling my soggy diaper

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Big enema mess

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“Too Thick to Hide”

Maya thought she could get away with it.

She had always been curious — drawn to the feeling of thick padding between her thighs, the way it made her walk with a little waddle, and how it muffled every move she made. So when she ordered the Super Snuggle XLs — ridiculously thick diapers meant for "extreme overnight use" — it was supposed to be her little secret. Just one quiet weekend in them. Just for comfort. Just for her.

But she hadn't expected her boyfriend, Jake, to come home early.

The moment the front door opened, her eyes widened. She tried to run upstairs, but the diapers were so thick that she barely made it three waddling steps before he saw her — bent slightly from the sheer bulk between her legs, cheeks red, a pacifier still dangling from her neck on a ribbon.

Jake raised an eyebrow. “Well, well… what do we have here?”

“I-I was just—” she stammered, hands clumsily trying to cover the front of the puffy garment, but it was no use. It ballooned around her hips like a toddler’s, crinkling loud and clear.

Jake stepped closer, grabbing her wrist gently but firmly. “No more pretending, little girl. If you’re going to act like a baby, I’m going to treat you like one.”

Maya squeaked in protest, but he already had her on her back, pulling her down onto the living room rug. She whimpered, her knees pushed apart by the stubborn bulk of the diaper. Her cheeks burned.

“You chose the thickest ones you could find, didn’t you?” Jake teased, patting the front of the diaper. “So thick you can’t even close your legs. That’s not for grown-ups, is it?”

“N-no…” she whispered, eyes glassy.

“Exactly. Babies like you don’t get to pretend they’re big girls anymore.” He taped her in even tighter, adding a booster pad for good measure, then locked a pair of mittens on her hands. “No changing yourself. You’re going to use them like a real baby.”

“No! I—” she cried, but the pressure in her belly had been building all morning. With Jake towering over her, making her feel so small, so helpless, her body gave in. Her muscles relaxed against her will.

A loud blortch filled the air.

Her face froze in horror.

Then another, deeper push — warmth flooding the back of her diaper, the crinkly seat expanding grotesquely. She gasped, moaned, and started to sob, her legs involuntarily bending as she filled her diaper like a helpless toddler.

Jake just smiled down at her, cupping the heavy, sagging mass with both hands.

“There’s Daddy’s little baby girl,” he cooed, pulling her into his arms despite the smell. “No more pretending, Maya. From now on, you’re mine — messy diapers and all.”

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Are you gonna play with me or just keep staring at my big diaper butt?

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Filling our diapers for mommy from the enema she gave us

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I would love too poop in my diaper constanly like this the feeling too let go is the best

Looks like a messy storm formed in my diaper. Better clean up on the poop deck!

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"I got you something," says your partner, a glint in their eye.

"Oh?" Your curiosity is piqued. You've learned that something could be anything from a treat from the bakery to a humiliating new punishment.

"Close your eyes, take my hand."

You obey and reach out. Their hand is soft and warm in yours, fitting together perfectly, just like puzzle pieces.

The front door clicks open and your socked toes hit the scratchy door mat. The spring air outside is warm, finally. A dog across the street barks and the rumble of a truck goes by.

"We're going outside?"

"Uh-huh, almost there!"

You can tell you're in the driveway, the way the textured cement grips your socks. Your partner drops your hand and you hear the chirping of the car keys and the door open. What could they possibly have to show you in the car?

"Ta-da! Open your eyes!"

You open, and it takes your eyes a moment to adjust to the bright outside light. You gather your bearings and realize you are, in fact, in the driveway, facing the passenger side of the car. You gaze around, not quite sure what you're looking for. Squinting into the dim car you finally see it. The passenger seat has been fitted with two long straps coming from the top of the seat, just below the headrest. There's a set of conjoining plastic clips at shoulder height and a set of metal prongs further down. Another strap coming from the bottom rests on the seat, a receiving clip with two slots on the end. A bright red button sits in the middle.

A five point harness. Your partner installed a five point harness, just like the one on a toddler car seat, in the passenger seat of their car.

"F-for me?" you say, as if it could be for anyone else.

"Of course it's for you, silly! I want you to be as safe and comfy as possible in the car," they say with a grin. "Do you like it?"

You nod your head so fast you're almost dizzy. "Uh-huh!"

You like it. You really like it. In fact, you even feel a little excitement in your pants at the idea of being strapped in tight, lower clip up against your padded crotch, shoulders pressed back against the seat.

You duck your head and push forward to start to climb in. You want to try it now. Something stops you abruptly, though. Your partner has curled their fingers in one of your belt loops and is holding you back. The slight tug on your shorts reveals your diaper waist band, you can feel the breeze on your lower back. Normally you'd be scrambling to get your pants back up while outside, where anyone could drive or walk by. However, the allure of your new seat belt overpowers any embarrassment.

"Woah, woah!" they say.

"I wanna go somewhere!" You whine, instantly feeling a lot smaller than you did a few minutes ago.

"We can test it out, baby, but you need shoes first! Come one, let's go inside and get ready. Then we can take it for a test drive."

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Big Girl Rebellion

I used to be potty-trained.

I mean, really trained. I had sparkle undies with cartoon kittens, knew when I had to go, and even wiped all by myself. I used to feel proud of that—smug, even. Big girl Sophie, the girl who didn’t need help. The girl who didn’t wear diapers like the other littles.

But that was before.

Before they decided I needed to be “reminded” of my place. Before the charts and the baby bottles and the locking potty lid. Before the first thick diaper was taped onto me while I screamed and kicked and swore I’d never use it.

Spoiler: I did.

And now? Now I’m sitting in the middle of the playroom, legs spread wide by the swollen padding between them, surrounded by plushies I didn’t choose and building blocks I’m expected to play with. I’m wearing a pastel onesie that snaps between my legs, stretched tight over a very obvious, very used diaper.

And I’m not letting Nanny Clara change me.

“You’re stinky again, Sophie,” she says gently, kneeling in front of me with the calm, patronizing tone they all use. Like I’m some baby who doesn’t know better. “Come on, sweetie. Time to get you cleaned up.”

“No,” I snap. I turn my face away like the toddlers do when they’re being bratty. “I like it.”

She blinks, but only for a moment. She’s trained for this. “Sophie,” she tries again, more firmly this time. “You’ve been sitting in that diaper for almost an hour. I can see it hanging between your knees.”

I spread my legs wider on purpose, grabbing one of the blocks and banging it on the floor.

“So?”

“So,” she says, biting back her sigh, “you need to be changed.”

“No, I don’t.”

She pauses. “You used to be such a big girl…”

I round on her. “Exactly. Used to. But you took that away. You put me in these. You made me sit in the corner until I messed myself. You’re the one who clapped when I did it. So now? Now this is you getting what you wanted.”

I shift deliberately, the mush shifting with me, and watch her flinch just the tiniest bit.

Deep down, some part of me loves it.

Nanny Clara puts the wipes and clean diaper back in the basket, standing slowly. “Fine,” she says, her tone still syrupy sweet. “You can come find me when you’re ready for a change, okay, sugarplum?”

I ignore her. She walks off.

Good.

I hate her. I hate all of them. I hate that they took away my panties, made me ask permission for everything, from snacks to TV time. But mostly, I hate that I stopped fighting.

Because now? I’m… getting used to it.

The padding between my legs feels natural. The squish doesn’t bother me anymore. The smell makes people wrinkle their noses and call me names “stinky butt,” “messy miss,” “diaper girl” but I’ve started to like those names.

When people talk down to me, coo at me, lift my skirt to check if I’m wet—I feel small. Powerless.

But safe.

That’s the worst part.

“Hey, diaper girl,” a voice calls.

I glance up. It's Brandon, one of the caretakers. Young, tall, broad shoulders and sleeves rolled up to show his arms. He’s smiling, crouching to my level, and he’s got that teasing twinkle in his eye.

I shift a little, letting the weight of my messy diaper tug at my hips.

He wrinkles his nose. “Yup, that’s what I thought.”

“What?”

“You filled your pants again, huh?” he says. He’s not mad. He’s amused. Like I’m a toddler who just finger painted on the walls.

I look down at the blocks, pretending not to care, but my cheeks go pink anyway.

“Did you already tell Clara no?”

I nod, sulking.

“Figures,” he chuckles. “You’re always so stubborn. Used to be the big bossy girl, remember? Telling everyone you were too old for naps and that only babies wore diapers.”

“I was right,” I mutter.

He leans in. “You still think you’re not a baby?”

I glare at him.

His eyes flick down to the bulging seat of my diaper.

“Coulda fooled me.”

I should hate that.

But I don’t.

I like the way he looks at me now. Not like an equal. Not like a girl with control. But like a helpless little thing who can’t even keep her pants clean.

And maybe I am that now. Not because they forced it on me but because I let them. Because it’s easier to lean into it than to keep fighting. Because it’s soft and warm and oddly comforting to give up the grown-up fight and just be… soggy.

“Come on,” he says, scooping me up like I weigh nothing.

I squeal in surprise, my arms going around his neck on instinct. “I didn’t say yes!”

He smirks. “You didn’t say no either.”

He carries me easily, one arm under my bottom, not even flinching at the squish he’s got his hand pressed against. The air shifts as he walks, and I catch a whiff of myself, sharp, thick, unmistakable.

He definitely notices. But he doesn’t stop holding me.

“Bet you’re proud of yourself, huh?” he murmurs, bouncing me slightly. “Filling your diapers like a good little girl.”

“I’m not a little girl,” I whisper, but it’s weak.

“Coulda fooled me,” he repeats, echoing himself.

He lays me down on the changing mat in the nursery, the crinkle of the plastic loud under my onesie. I stare at the ceiling as he un-snaps me, exposing the bulging diaper underneath. His hand hovers.

“Still want to say no?”

I glance down at the disaster I made in my pants, and I actually smile.

“Maybe just five more minutes,” I say softly. “I like how it feels.”

He raises a brow, but he doesn’t argue. Just gently re-snaps my onesie and sits beside me on the mat, tousling my hair.

“Guess you’re really one of the littles now, huh?”

I nod.

No shame. No fight left.

Just a warm, squishy diaper and the soft hand of someone who treats me like the messy little girl I’ve become.

And for the first time, I don’t want to be anything else.

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Fix it, Daddy!

Mia stomped down the hallway, her frilly dress puffing and fluttering with every furious step. She shoved open the nursery door and planted herself right in front of Daddy, fists balled up at her sides.

“Daddy!” she whined, her face scrunching up. “My pull-up shows! It's embarrassing! I need big girl pants if we're going out!”

Daddy looked up from where he was packing a diaper bag, his face breaking into a wide, amused grin. He chuckled warmly and wagged his finger at her.

“Oh, Mia, Mia, Mia," he said with a mock sigh, "you know littles like you don’t get big girl pants. Especially not today!”

“But Daaaddyyy—” Mia’s voice rose into a sharp whine as she stamped her foot for extra effect. Her puffy skirt bobbed up, flashing the white and pastel-printed pull-up underneath. She crossed her arms tightly, cheeks burning hotter than the summer sun printed on her dress.

Daddy chuckled again, setting the bag down with a soft thump. He walked over and knelt so he was eye level with his pouty girl.

“Now, pumpkin," he said, voice dripping with syrupy patience, “what did we talk about this morning? Hm? Littles who want to go to the park have to dress properly, right?”

Mia huffed, scuffing her toe against the carpet. “Yeah, but I look like a dumb baby…”

Daddy’s eyes twinkled mischievously. “Well, good, because you are Daddy’s little baby girl. And besides…” He gently flicked the hem of her skirt, making her squeak as it flipped up again, “you chose the cloud and sunshine dress, didn’t you?”

Mia scowled. She had picked it, but only because Daddy had taken away all her other choices.

Still, she wasn't ready to give up. She gave Daddy her very best serious face, puffing her cheeks out like an indignant chipmunk. “If I hafta wear a pull-up," she bargained, "I don't wanna everybody seeing it! It's not fair! Can't you do something?!”

Daddy tapped his chin, pretending to think very hard. Mia watched him eagerly, hope flickering in her chest.

“Well," Daddy said slowly, his eyes gleaming, "if you really don’t want your pull-up showing... Daddy can fix that.”

Mia bounced on her toes, her bows jiggling. “Yes! Fix it, Daddy! Please!”

He smiled sweetly, taking her hand. “Alright, princess. Let’s get you fixed up.”

Mia followed him over to the changing mat, her frilly skirt swishing with every step. She climbed up onto the soft surface and lay back obediently, happy that Daddy was finally going to make her look less babyish.

Daddy hummed a lullaby under his breath as he rummaged through the diaper bag, finally pulling out a thick, crinkly square of white plastic.

Mia blinked. “Uh… what’s that for?”

Daddy smiled wider, unfolding the heavy, pillowy diaper with a dramatic flourish. “You wanted to hide your pull-up, didn’t you, pumpkin?”

Mia swallowed nervously, her excitement wilting. “Y-yeah...?”

“Well, nothing hides a pull-up better than a nice, thick diaper!”

Before Mia could protest, Daddy gently lifted her by the ankles, sliding the bulky diaper under her bottom. The pull-up made a faint crinkle as he patted it down, smoothing the thick padding over it.

“W-wait—” Mia stammered, but Daddy was already sprinkling sweet-smelling powder across her thighs and belly, making her squirm.

“No backing out now, baby girl," Daddy cooed as he pulled the front of the diaper up snugly over her tummy. "You asked for this, remember?"

With practiced ease, he taped her in securely, each tape making a loud rrrip sound that echoed in the nursery. Mia whimpered softly, feeling the fresh bulk forcing her legs apart.

When Daddy sat her up, the diaper crinkled so loudly that Mia blushed down to her toes.

"There!" Daddy said proudly, giving her thickly padded bottom a few firm pats. "Now nobody can see your pull-up... because they'll be too busy seeing your diaper!"

Mia looked down at herself, mortified. The diaper peeked out from under her too-short skirt even worse than the pull-up had. It was thick enough that she could feel it puffing out behind her, like a pillow strapped to her bottom.

"B-but... Daddy...!" she whimpered, lip wobbling.

Daddy just chuckled and booped her nose. “Uh-uh, little missy. You said you didn’t want your pull-up showing. Daddy solved the problem!”

Mia wanted to argue, but Daddy was already bustling around again, gathering wipes, bottles, and a soft pink pacifier.

"Now," Daddy said brightly, clipping the pacifier to her dress with a smiling sun clip, "let’s go to the park, sweetheart. Everyone’s going to think you’re the cutest little baby girl!"

Mia’s heart sank as Daddy scooped her up onto his hip. The thick diaper crinkled loudly with every little wiggle she made. Outside, she could already hear the sounds of children laughing and playing.

As Daddy carried her out the door, she buried her red face into his shoulder. The warm smell of his shirt and the soft, rhythmic bounce of his steps were almost comforting — almost enough to make her forget how very, very babyish she looked.

Almost.

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a whole day of edging and holding🙂‍↔️

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Another mess but in the same diaper

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Another mess but in the same diaper