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Lilly stood in front of her mirror, twisting her hips slightly as she admired the soft pastel design of her pull-up in the reflection. She grinned, her short, ruffled t-shirt barely brushing the waistband, leaving the pull-up fully visible. “Six whole days dry!” she thought proudly, snapping a photo with her phone.

She glanced over her shoulder at the background in the photo—the neatly stacked rows of diapers on the shelves behind her caught her eye. A pout briefly flickered on her lips. "Not for long," she whispered determinedly before sending the photo to Mommy with the caption: Look! Still dry, Mommy! Six days in a row! Can we get rid of the diapers now?

It didn’t take long for Mommy to reply. Lilly’s phone buzzed with a picture of Mommy’s amused smile and a message: Good job, sweetheart! But let’s not be too hasty. Those diapers might still come in handy! You’re not in that big of a rush to grow up, are you? 😉

Lilly puffed out her cheeks as she read the reply, her face flushing pink. She quickly typed back, Mooommy, I don’t need them anymore! I’m a big girl now!

Her phone buzzed again. Big girls don’t pout, Lilly-bug. Why don’t we wait a few more days, just to be safe? I’m so proud of you, though!

Lilly let out a huff but couldn’t help the small smile creeping across her lips. Mommy’s teasing didn’t erase her pride. She posed in front of the mirror again, this time sticking her tongue out playfully. “A few more days,” she muttered to herself. “But then they’re gone for good!”

She snapped another photo—this time with her tongue out—and sent it to Mommy. Mommy's reply made her giggle: Big girls are so silly!

Lilly sat on the soft nursery rug, her legs splayed out in front of her as she banged two colorful blocks together. She was entirely absorbed in the clatter they made, her cheeks glowing pink from exertion, a faint pout on her lips as she concentrated. She barely noticed the slight crinkle and sag of her diaper beneath her onesie, though the growing warmth spreading through it was impossible to ignore. Her brow furrowed briefly as her body took over, the back of her diaper expanding as she unconsciously filled it without a second thought.

From the rocking chair nearby, Mommy watched with a knowing smile, resting her chin in her hand. “Well, well,” she teased, her tone light but dripping with amusement. “What’s this, baby girl? Did someone just make a big mess in her diapee?”

Lilly looked up at her mommy, wide-eyed and confused, the blocks slipping from her hands. She gurgled softly, as though trying to respond, but her thumb quickly found its way into her mouth instead. Her lips moved around it as she babbled something incoherent, completely unfazed by the state of her now sagging diaper.

Mommy chuckled, shaking her head. “Just five days ago, you were my proud, big girl. You sent me pictures of your dry pull-ups, remember?” She leaned forward, her eyes sparkling with playful teasing. “You even said you didn’t need those diapers anymore. But look at you now.” Lilly only blinked at her, tilting her head slightly. The words seemed to wash over her without meaning, her little mind too fuzzy to grasp the irony. Her attention quickly shifted back to the colorful blocks at her feet, a giggle bubbling up as she clumsily grabbed one.

Mommy smirked, her tone softening as she cooed, “This happens every time, doesn’t it, sweet pea? You grow up so fast, get so close to being a big girl… and then, poof! Back to square one. My silly, unpotty-trained baby girl, just where you belong.”

Lilly gave a delighted squeal, her legs kicking out in excitement at the sound of Mommy’s voice, blissfully unaware of the teasing as Mommy stood to gather changing supplies. Mommy gently patted her diapered bottom, shaking her head with a warm smile. “Don’t you worry, baby. Mommy knows you’ll try again someday… but for now, let’s get that stinky bum cleaned up.”

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Took a nice big enema and could barely hold it for longer than five mins!

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Bloom of a Plucked Flower

TW: Dark ABDL Themes, non-con/murky consent, sexuality, psychological/emotional manipulation, exhibitionism, brief alcohol use, public humiliation/degradation.  All characters are adults: Vivienne (34), Amrita (31)

A preachy reminder: Kinky fun is just that—fun. Real manipulation from either party outside playtime isn’t worth the trauma, regardless of the orgasms. Wearing someone down is not a path to a happy relationship. If you find the story is making you uncomfortable, take a break! Put it down, never come back to it, if you want. Take care of yourself.

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Bloom of a Plucked Flower,

by AmeliaOdyssey

I have always wanted to see an ego die.

You’ll have to forgive me if I’m underselling the facts. I adore a bit of mystery, a bit of intrigue. I was hoping you might blush at so blunt an admission.

 I won’t pout if you need to leave. If you want to stay, I promise to explain.

I have always wanted to witness an ego curl into rigor mortis, safe forever in my murderer’s palm. I have always wanted to press my thumb into the bud of a plucked flower and force it to bloom.

If you haven’t left yet, let’s talk.

With the brutality of my naked desire clear, I don’t mind sharing the honey. I always wished I could suffocate a self-image with the relaxing scent of baby-powder. I wanted to drown an adult’s protests in a deluge of my breast’s milk.

I would coddle, care and coo. They would hardly need to do a thing. Once they submitted, I would be their all-devouring everything. How I would praise them for every little thing. The measure of their life would come to fall in the dimensions of a playpen—“Shin-high is high enough, Mama’s good baby knows not to leave their cage.” Their highest achievement would be a regular bowel movement in the soft plastic of a diaper—"You made such a good mess for Mommy, she loves you so much!”

What would they even have to trade away, really? Nothing but a trifle—nothing but their agency. And think how lovely it would be to never worry about a thing. Discard any thoughts about the tough decisions that Mama would handle for all time hence. Think of how nice it would be to give in, to let a living death creep into your mind, so Mama could kiss the booboo.

I wanted to burn away a person’s life that I would become their everything. All they had to do was break. Break, for Mommy.

Oh, darling, I’m so glad you’re still listening. Perhaps you want this yourself? Or, perhaps you wish to learn from Vivienne, Mama extraordinaire?

Don’t be too fussy, but I need to tell you that I’ve already done it. I have reached the goal that long tantalized me. I’d love to tell you how I did it.

~

I went through five targets before my eyes fell on my dearest little Amrita. Her downfall started so simply—a visitation to certain websites on public Wi-Fi. Why, what a foolish thing, to do, to watch grown women in diapers mewl for their Mommies, on a public connection? Surely, I knew, Amrita needed proper guidance. A little birdie behind a computer had been ever so kind to provide me with a short portfolio on Amrita, a trifling request in age of data-brokers.

The poor dear was a whiz in the courtroom. A defense attorney for only the most depraved of the rich. She had money, power and respect, that truly toxic cocktail. I am a woman of means, I’ll never deny, but the rich, as a class, are parasites—engorged royalty who take no joy in their vacant greed. At least I’m willing to have fun.

Of my previous unknowing applicants, Amrita had that special quality I desired most to destroy. Amrita was prideful. Success after success and the admiration of her peers had bloated her with an ego ripe for my reaper’s touch.

What would they say when they saw Amrita under the care of Mama Vivienne? I salivated at the answer: she would break.

At an innocent cocktail party, I struck up the band to play the first tentative overture of her destruction.

~

Amrita stood, draped in elegant maroon, on the balcony. She had stepped out for a cigarette.  A sly gesture, meant only to disguise a carnivorous smile as her ears were tickled by the whispered awe of partygoers she could still hear. Her hair caught a breeze and the black strands flowed like a ship’s captain on the prow.

She was so absorbed in herself that she didn’t hear me. I leaned my back against the balcony railing in my black column dress and oh-so-innocently allowed my thin, purple boa to tickle her arm. I watched her quickly hide the shark-teeth of her smile. Her lips warped into a damnably charming grin.

“Hey, little girl.” Amrita greeted me. With a dextrous wave, she popped a cigarette out of her case, offering it to me. “Need help finding your Mama? Or are you looking for a new one?”

I was innocence and seduction, entwined. I plucked the cigarette from Amrita’s lips. I took a deep drag and pitched it from the balcony as I exhaled. “I’m Vivienne. Why don’t you come inside? I wouldn’t want you to catch a chill or take a spill. Balconies are dangerous. All that champagne in those high heels? You’re liable to take a tumble.”

Oh, how she, in her pride, thought she was an active agent in my games. “What,” she replied in question, “and leave this lovely conversation?”

I leaned my head back over the balcony. “Arrogance is so unbecoming, Amrita.” With the movement of a shadow, I slipped behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist. I whispered warmly into her ear. “If you really must stay out here, I’ll have to keep you safe.”

She leaned back into me. “Not a bad idea, now that you mention it, Vivienne. You seem to know my name—but I could take you into the guest bedroom here and give a proper introduction.” Oh, that pride. I was going to enjoy dismantling it.

“No need for privacy.” I answered. “I’ll check you right here.” I slid my hand up Amrita’s leg and dragged a finger along her slightly dampened panties. “You’ve had a little accident, my love. Aren’t you a bit immature for lingerie?”

I felt her stiffen in my embrace. I continued, “Oh, hush. It’s quite alright. Playing big girl is fine within reason. But if you refuse to listen to Mama, we’ll have to put you back in diapers.”

Amrita loosened herself, with grace, from me. “So, you’re that kind of Mama, huh?” She shook her head. “Then let’s leave it here. All that baby stuff isn’t my thing.” She put out a hand. “I’m going back inside. It was lovely meeting you. I wish you all the best in your hunt.”

I took the offered hand. I didn’t shake. I held it firmly. “If you won’t be a good girl, will you at least give Mama a kiss goodbye?”

Amrita leaned in towards me. “It’s only polite.” She intended to lead, but as her lips neared, I seized them in mine. I could feel her muscles relax—I could feel her submit. I took my time, tamping down her tongue with my own so I could explore every inch of her mouth at my leisure.

When I pulled away, her mask of defiance had gone askew. “You’ll dream of me, even though you deserve discipline instead of a reward. But next time,” I warned, “don’t say no to Mommy.”

~

She thought that I had left the party after our encounter. But a quick change in the bathroom and a pair of glasses afforded me the chance to watch her. She spent the evening playing grown-up, yes, but not well. I saw her eyes scanning the party when she could—a little girl looking for her mother.

I just so happened to chance on my Amrita in her nearby coffee shop the very next morning. Oh, do you doubt? It was perfectly innocent, I assure you. But remember also that Mama Vivienne makes her own fortune.

I slid into the chair across from Amrita. I looked at the case files spread out before her. I silenced the quiet hum of her laptop by pressing the screen shut. “Looking for the next big case is a cute idea.” I produced a small package of crayons and slid it forward. “Wouldn’t it be more fun to draw a pretty picture for me?”

She protested, but I could see how her eyes lingered on the crayons. “Vivienne. I see you didn’t have luck finding another victim at the party last night.” She pushed the crayons back towards me. “I’m quite alright, thanks. I’ll get you a coffee.” She smiled. “To-go, of course. I’m busy. The firm is throwing me a party tonight and I want to get my next case picked out.”

“Oh, darling, my poor feelings.” I mockingly pouted. “I don’t need a victim. I have you. And I could hardly let you attend a grown-up party all alone.”

Amrita’s diplomacy was failing her. “You’re a smart lady. Have you heard the word No?”

“It’s my favourite word.” I replied. “But if you really want me to go, just say…oh, how about Aspirin?”

Did she hear herself when she next spoke? Did she stumble on her words? Did she want me to leave her be? I couldn’t tell, and I can only guess, because what she said was “Ibuprofen. Do you really get off pushing people towards something they don’t want?” She asked.

A playful shrug. “What is it you don’t want?”

Amrita gently packed up her papers. Perhaps to flee, perhaps to follow. “To clarify what you seem to think is going to happen. I go with you to a hotel room, let you put me in a diaper. You have me eat you out and then you let me cum in cartoon padding? Doesn’t sound too great.”

I tut-tutted. “A suite, dear Amrita. A Mommy of my caliber lavishes my sweetlings with only the best. It’s right across the street. A nursery, with everything you can imagine, all in your size. All you need to do is come with me.”

She seemed to consider the offer. “And what if I don’t like it? I say the word, we shake hands and say goodbye—” she caught herself, “—though I guess it’s a kiss goodbye with you.”

“We’ll see.” I said, standing, offering one of those maternal promises of maybe that have no guarantee. “Depends on how well-behaved you are.”

~

From the coffee shop to the street, to the hotel, to the elevator, I held firm to Amrita. An innocent embrace of two lovers from the outside. But Amrita felt the strength in my embrace. Her eyes darted about, a blush rose to her cheeks, she was afraid that others would see the truth—she was a little thing, under Mama’s guidance.

“Hush, baby girl.” I slipped a pacifier between her lips as the elevator approached the top floor. “No need to shiver, it’s warm here with Mama.”

She didn’t protest, she allowed herself to explore the feeling of the rubber bulb in her mouth. Her muscles relaxed as we stepped from the elevator into an empty hallway. I allowed her to ooze into me. I guided her to the suite, caressed the lock with my keycard, and we entered.

Oh, Amrita tried so hard. She tried not to allow awe in her gaze as she looked upon the brilliantly upholstered nursery suite. Plucking the pacifier from her mouth, she said “I didn’t think you were serious.”

“Mama is always serious.” I chided. I lifted her satin skirt. “Not even a smiling kitty on your panties? That won’t do.”

“M-maybe we take it slow. Talk for a while.”

“Don’t fuss, dearie. I think you’re hungry. And when I put your pacifier in, it stays in until I take it out. Understood?” I slid the soothing toy back between her lips.

She almost replied. She caught herself, and simply nodded.

Under my guidance, we walked to the loveseat. I sat first, then brought her down with me, resting her head in my lap. With a flourish, I undid the buttons of my blouse. I freed my breast from my bra and dangled the milky nipple above Amrita’s wide-eyed stare.

“Eat up, then we can play.” I watched her eyes, helpless. She was trying to find a way to communicate that the pacifier’s shield prevented her from consuming my delectable nectar. I softly pressed a finger against her nose. “That was a test. You did such a good job for Mommy.”

A moment after I removed the offending soother, she latched. She drew hungrily and deep from me. It was as if she had never eaten a day in her life. In short order, she slowed, and began feeding at a natural pace. An outsider could have regarded this as temperance. Perhaps an outsider with more knowledge would see the slowing as pricked with fear. They might imagine Amrita merely realized how she wanted this moment to last. But they wouldn’t have Mama’s eyes, they wouldn’t have Mama’s perspective. I saw the glaze trickle into my baby’s eyes. She nursed at a new pace because she knew this was merely the first of many. She was mine, now.

We luxuriated in the nursery suite that afternoon. As the final drops of milk petered out and Amrita relaxed in the cradle of my arms, I told her to let go. She did. Her bladder emptied into her clothes, onto me, onto the loveseat. That prideful adult didn’t even whimper. That prideful adult had withdrawn within.

My patronizing remarks did nothing but make the heat within Amrita rise. I brought her into the bath, climbed in with her, and languished in washing us both. In the warm bubbles and perfume, she suckled her soother and allowed herself to submit.

I left her only in a diaper as we explored the nursery. She had fallen completely into her role. The only prickling of that vaunted pride and damnable ego came in moments where I let my hand linger on her diaper a moment too long. As I introduced her, by name, to all her new stuffies, she repeatedly tried to superstitiously pleasure herself on them. But time and again, I whispered, “Not until Mama says it’s time.”

You might think that this would be enough for me. You might imagine that I’d become satisfied with my work.  I was satisfied, yes. But I told you what I wanted. This haze unto which the adult Amrita had descended was only temporary. Once the day had passed, she would return to herself. Perhaps shame would fall. Perhaps she would come to hate herself and me for allowing it all to happen. How else could I protect her? I had to break her.

I fostered her submission, her half-catatonic daze. I fed her, changed her, held her as she had an afternoon nap. I ceased speaking to her with words. I allowed the jumble of gentle colours and sensations to lull her completely.

As a test, I called her phone. Her ringtone sounded, but there wasn’t a hint of recognition in her for the sound. It was time to move ahead.

When I dressed her in a baby-doll dress that pressed tight against her breasts, she didn’t squirm. She let out no words and no whimpers as I fastened the toddler-harness onto her and took the leash. For the moment, she saw nothing but Mama, even as we left the suite and got into the cab.

It was only when the doors of the rented ballroom opened that she flickered back into herself. What an exquisite pain she must have felt as her firm, colleagues and friends saw the sight of her. I played with one of her black pigtails. “Aren’t you excited to say hello to everyone? The party is for you. I thought it would make a grand occasion for your coming out.”

Amrita’s eyes of fear and anger glared at me. I can only imagine the curses she wished to throw at me. But, she said nothing, because even in her fury, she knew that the pacifier only came out on Mama’s command.

“You’re going to tell them who you are. What you are. You’re going to punctuate it by filling those adorable pampers for them. And when you’re done, Mama will give you relief. If you do as you’re told, I’ll never deny your huffy humpies again. I’ll be Mommy forever.” I lifted a small vibrator from my purse. “Don’t you want to do a good job for Mommy?” I removed the pacifier.

The tension was excruciating as she turned from me.

I was proud to see her walk forward into the crowd. Her hand reached to her other arm and clutched it tightly. What better sight for a loving Mama than to see her baby step bravely into the world, no matter the fears that tugged at her?

A few murmurs. Confusion. A hint of betrayal, even? Questions passed among the crowd. “Is she having a breakdown?” “Should we call someone?” Disgust was a wave about to crash over my sweetling. The bonds she’d long worked to forge strained against the impossible sight of her, waddling to her downfall. I tightened the leash of her harness. The gesture said: “Far enough, darling.”

If you ask someone who has made a life-changing choice, they will tell you many things. Upon reflection, minutiae gain the significance of woven fate. If I hadn’t worn that hat, or if I had picked a different movie to watch, maybe I would have never gotten here. In reflection, events can calcify into deterministic fact. It was always going to come to this, I never had a chance for things to turn out differently. As a woman who prides herself on understanding the minds of adults who want to give everything that they are up for the infallible love of Mommy, I am aware of the truth. Every thought before the mind’s command to its body in the physical world? Only noise. The moment of choice, no matter how grand the consequences, is the easiest part.

Amrita breathed in to steady herself. The breath was ragged, and she only shivered more as she hollowed, dug down to the pillars upon which she had built an identity and knocked them loose with a gravedigger’s shovel.

“I’m a big baby. I need my Mama.” Tears pricked her eyes. A line of snot flowed from her nose. “I can’t wipe my own nose, or my bum. Mama feeds me. Mama takes care of me. I need her, and I can’t do anything myself. I ride in strollers and chew on soft toys. I can’t even be trusted to go to the potty by myself.” The tears poured forth, but she did not sob. She pulled up her skirt, bent her knees, grunted, and pushed. All eyes saw the back of her diaper expand with her waste. “I made poopies.” She said, voice quavering. She looked as if she were about to fall.

I was there to catch her. From behind, I brought the vibrator into her diaper as I held her up. She moaned, her eyes trying to close, to escape into herself. “Mommy says look.” Amerita obeyed.

As she moved towards a terrible climax, I whispered. I drew her gaze around to the horrified audience. I knew all their names and I knew the spaces they occupied in Amrita’s life. I reminded her of the life she was losing and how much these people meant to her. Their faces showed disgust. I allowed her to see the disparity between who she’d once been and never would be again. Darkened countenances glared down at her as she descended, and I forced her to watch every second. The wretched snapping of social bonds played percussion to her coming orgasm. When, finally, I was the only connection left, I whispered, “Come for Mommy.”

She obeyed. She gave a shuddering mewl of pleasure—the soft pastel fracture within her opened completely.

But as any good instructor, I made sure to test my work. I spoke to the crowd. “I’m truly so sorry. I thought she might be able to handle a party with the grown ups.” I looked down to see if my doll gave any reaction.

She gave none. She stared up at me. She thought nothing, she saw nothing, except me. I was the only thing in the world.

My flower had finally bloomed.

~

You look a sight. Are you afraid? You knew what you were getting into. I was very clear at the outset.

Or is it something else? Do you want to learn more, so you can prune your own treasure from the soil?

Maybe you’d rather something else. Maybe you’d like to know if my darling Amrita needs a sibling. Perhaps she does. But she’s ever so much trouble sometimes. She crawls about and gets into everything. She drools on all her pretty things, and lord help me if she doesn’t get cummies after her makes a stinky. If she were to have a sibling, they would have to be even less—someone that makes her look like a big girl.

Is that what you’d like?

~

Thanks for reading! I’m super happy with how this one turned out. I’ve been writing my whole life, but this is my third attempt at writing “smut” proper. I had a blast with it. Vivienne’s sociopathic glee was a treat to explore.

Love,

AmeliaOdyssey

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Hello. Do you have a favorite diaper story or a few diaper stories you would recommend? I luv the new gym membership one! I luv stories like this that make me feel like it is me in the story!❤️😋 You are a great writer!📚 I just wish it was me in the story 🙈🙊🙉 Any recommendations are appreciated. I luv reading stories that simulate real events that could of happened. Thank you for sharing your talents!🩷🤍🩷🤍😊

Thanks for the ask! I'm glad you like my stories!

As far as diaper stories I love, I have to say I enjoy every story I have written, of course. My two personal favorites that are short stories are Accidental Regression and Her Own Worst Enemy.

But, if you are looking for other stories, I'd suggest looking at some of these authors:

@destinedfordiapers

@baby-erica

@dearchloe

@herdarkasylum

@dontopenfairies

@regressionschool

@hiddenbabygirl21

@paddedlittleparadise

@mellowsadistic

@diapergirlstories

@boysrbabies

@nycbabyjoey

@ameliaodyssey

@peculiarchangeling

@soltheabdlwriter

@omnomnomdom

@quietlyhumiliated

@all4thedips

@bby-kimmy

@strange-heron

@littlefallenprincess

Also, @thecommunityfridge has some amazing stories from a bunch of authors ( @pinkducttape has two absolutely incredible stories in there, among others).

Not on Tumblr, I enjoy Lady Lucia's stories, they are a mix of ABDL, Ageplay, and various other kinks.

Then there is the absolute master of ABDL stories, Princess Pottypants. I would (and have) go read all of her stories on her website. I aspire to be as prolific as her some day.

I'm certain I missed some amazing authors, so if anyone else has suggestions, please drop them in the comments or as a reblog!

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My New Babysitter pt. 7

Go to Part Six Here. I know its the same picture as part six, its the same day. You get it.

I’m still trying to recover from what just happened. Finding a place to change my diaper had been much more complicated—and more embarrassing—than I expected.

Most of the available “bathrooms” were just rows of Porta Potties. They were both too small and too disgusting to use to change my diaper.

We eventually found an area for families with much larger bathrooms and changing tables for parents to change their kids. As much as I tried to convince Olivia we could find somewhere else to change, she ignored me.

“This is perfect, Jack. Look they have private bathrooms with changing tables. We’re not going to find anywhere better.”

Olivia gave me no time to respond, grabbing my hand and walking me to the entrance, where a worker stood. “I’m sorry to interrupt, sir, but would it be possible to use one of the restrooms? We’re looking for a bit of privacy.”

The worker looked at us, clearly thinking we had no intention of actually using the bathroom. “These bathrooms are for family use only. You two can wait until you get home,” he said, annoyance in his voice.

Olivia laughed, “oh no, we’re not here for that. I just need to change his diaper, and we need something bigger than a Porta Potty for that.”

That only seemed to make the worker more skeptical. “Okay, I’m going to have to ask you to leave. This is a family section, I’m not here to play your games.”

“I’m not joking, sir, look,” Olivia says, grabbing one of my spare diapers and waving it around, “he needs help changing his diapers. That’s all I want to do. We’re not together.”

I stood there, wishing a sinkhole would form under me and swallow me up, never to be seen again. I hated how the worker looked at me. He went from thinking I was with Olivia to eyeing me like I was no different than any of the toddlers in the family area. “Alright,” he laughed, “go ahead.”

Fortunately, Olivia was as efficient as usual, so I didn’t have to stay there long. I just hoped I wouldn’t have to come back again.

As we walked back to meet everyone, Olivia’s boyfriend called her, letting her know he just parked. My stomach sank, this was going to be so awkward. It was one thing to be around all the girls, but being around another guy seemed much more intimidating.

Olivia noticed my nerves again. “I know it’s scary, Jack. But like I said, he won’t make you feel bad at all, okay? He’s a firefighter, I’m sure he’s seen people in diapers before on his calls.”

Five minutes later, Olivia spotted him walking in. I didn’t know what guy could ever be lucky enough to be with Olivia, but as soon as I saw him, I wasn’t surprised. He was tall and muscular. He was well-dressed and just seemed so confident. Something I could never be.

I watched as Olivia ran to him, immediately kissing him. I feel pangs of jealousy as I watch. He’s so lucky.

Olivia breaks away, grabbing his hand and pulling him towards me. “Jack, this is my boyfriend, Ryan.”

Ryan sticks his hand out to shake mine. I try to look for clues in his face for what he thinks about me, but don’t detect anything but friendliness. I shake his hand.

“Nice to finally meet you, Jack,” he says, “so, you’re the one stealing my girlfriend from me all weekend?”

I laugh nervously.

“Oh, stop complaining, Ryan,” Olivia scolds, “or someone’s gonna be sitting alone on the Ferris Wheel!” She looks at me, “the girls are waiting for us by the petting zoo! Jessica never misses an opportunity to play with animals!”

I follow behind Olivia and Ryan as they walk hand in hand, deep in conversation. I can’t help but feel resentment that Ryan gets to be with Olivia while I get nothing more than a diaper change. My life would be so different without my diapers.

Maddie’s smile breaks me out of my funk. It feels incredible to have a beautiful woman smile when she sees me. Butterflies swarm my stomach in a flurry of activity. It’s hard not to feel hopeful when I see her.

“Hi Jack! Feeling better with a clean diaper?” Maddie says, too loud for my taste. I see a few mothers look over at me, quizzical looks on their faces. “Come pet some of these goats with me! I got us some food for them!”

I return her smile as I walk over to her, hoping if I close the gap, she won’t yell my embarrassing secrets out loud. I do wish Ashley and Jessica would stop giggling to themselves as they look at me.

Maddie grabs my hand, pulling me into the gate to pet the goats. She hands me a bag of food. “Just give them some of this, and they come right over to you! Don’t be shy!”

I hand out the food to the greedy goats. They’re cute, but it's not something I enjoy. But Maddie enjoyed it, so I pretended to have fun to. Whatever it takes to make her smile.

Olivia and Ryan are nowhere to be found. I spot them outside the tent, making out with each other. I wonder if I will kiss Maddie tonight. The prospect of kissing Maddie fills me with excitement and dread, I’ve never kissed a girl. But Maddie is so beautiful, I hope I don’t mess it up.

Ten minutes later, we ran out of food and headed out. “What should we do next?” Jessica asks the group.

Olivia breaks off from Ryan. “I think it’s time for the Ferris wheel!”

“Good idea!” Ashley confirms, looking my way.

“What do you say, Jack? You want to ride with me?” Maddie asks, smiling ear to ear.

“That sounds great, Maddie!” I respond.

“Yay, thank you, Jack!” she exclaims, grabbing my hand.

The Ferris wheel looks considerably taller up close, I realize to my dismay. Much taller than the roller coaster.

“Don’t worry, Jack!” Maddie says, noticing my trepidation as I look up at it, “it will be just like the roller coaster, I’ll be right next to you the whole time!”

As much as the prospect of dangling that high off the ground terrified me, I wanted—needed—this alone time with Maddie. Even if it scared me more than the Ferris wheel, this was my opportunity. What if she tells me she likes me?

A surge of adrenaline rushes through my veins as the attendant clicks the lap bar into place—no backing out now. But Maddie slides her hand into mine, our fingers interlock. I don’t even notice we are moving up, too lost in Maddie to care.

We’re so close. I feel her leg against mine, her hips, her body. Jolts of electricity shoot into my body everywhere our bodies touch. Yet, it’s not a bad sensation. If anything, it feels wonderful. Nothing I’ve ever experienced could have prepared me for this.

“I’m happy you’re here, Jack,” Maddie beams, tenderness in her voice.

“I-I’m glad, too!” I bluster, struggling to form a sentence as I stare into her eyes.

“You’re adorable, nothing like any of the other guys who chase after me. You make me feel safe needed,” she blushed.

She thinks I’m cute! Play it cool!

“T-thank you, Maddie! I think you’re beautiful too!” I respond, trying to sound confident.

Maddie laughs. “That’s sweet of you to say, Jack! And listen, I know you’re inexperienced around girls because of your diapers. But I don’t think it’s a big deal at all! In fact, I’m glad you’re still in diapers!”

My cheeks burn with embarrassment. My mind goes blank—what can I possibly say to that?

“Oh, Jack, I didn’t mean to embarrass you, I promise! I just wanted to get that out of the way so you know it’s not a problem for me!”

“R-really?” I mumble, thankful I even got that out.

“Yes, really! Now, can you stop being embarrassed and enjoy the ride? Look at the view, Jack! We can see the beach from here!”

I was thankful for the change of topic, even as I panicked about the height. I felt my bladder spasm in fear, hoping Maddie didn’t notice. I feel her hand squeeze mine harder. I meet her gaze.

For a second, I thought time had stopped. Everything faded from my mind as I looked into her eyes: my embarrassment about my diapers, my fear of heights, all of it. Nothing mattered except Maddie. It was like a bubble formed around us. We were the only two people in the world.

I watch her eyes slowly close, leaning closer to me as she does. My body takes over for me, instinctively understanding what to do. I do the same.

I feel her hands on my elbows, guiding my arms to her waist. I shiver as I feel her body between my hands. Her hands wrap around my body as she pulls me closer—a dance I somehow know despite never learning.

Then, it happens. I feel her lips on mine.

I’m kissing Maddie. It’s actually happening.

I could never hope to explain the sensation. Or the unmitigated joy I felt at that moment. Words are hopelessly unsuited to the task. Not even the most extraordinary poets could hope to describe it.

My euphoria suddenly disappears.

No, no, no, no.

I beg my body to delay the inevitable.

Maddie pulls her head back, arms still wrapped around my body, feeling it suddenly tense up. “Is everything okay, Jack?”

I try to respond, to apologize to Maddie. But all I can do is grunt as my body forces me to push…

[decaffeinatedstarlightbear]

Feedback and Preferences Poll

I've been struggling to get back into writing, but hopefully it resolves itself soon. I figured in the meantime I'll use the time to ask for feedback and what types of captions you want to see more.

I want any and all feedback. I know I'm not the most experienced when it comes to ABDL, DDLG, or MDLB, so I welcome any comments you might have. Tell me I'm formulaic. Or just rewriting the same captions over and over. Or I use too many adverbs.

Also want to see which topics people want me to write more of. I made a poll to vote, with some examples to help decide.

If you want me to do more of something not listed, add it in the replies.

Anyway, here are the topics, with example captions, to vote on:

Sweet, Tender DDLG: The Princess and the Frog, Little Space, Big Mess

Sweet, Tender MDLB: Someday Never Comes, This One

Humiliating DDLG: Friends in Low Places, The Sound of Silence, Running Up That Hill

Humiliating MDLB: Dazed and Confused, Cute Without the E, Beast of Burden

Cuckquean: Cruel Summer, Grand Theft Autumn

Babysitter: Here Comes the Sun, Hungry Eyes

Messing: A Three Hour Tour, Mr. Blue Sky

Short Stories: BarbeCUTIE, Your Change of Plans

[decaffeinatedstarlightbear]

My New Babysitter pt.1

I heard the doorbell ring and my mom answer the door. I was expecting that. But I wasn’t expecting to hear a new voice. I was expecting my usual babysitter, who has been babysitting me since I could remember. My babysitter. I hated that I still had a babysitter. I’m old enough to live on my own. But my mom thinks I still need one because I’m incontinent and am still in diapers. I’m plenty old enough to change them but because of the ONE time I tried to change myself, I leaked.

My regular babysitter at least knew me basically my whole life. She was an older lady my mom met at church a long time ago who just wanted to get out of the house. She left me alone most of the time until she needed to check my diaper.

But who was at the door? I heard my mom say Olivia. I don’t know who Olivia is. And from what I can hear she sounds young. I really hope she’s here for something else. Until I hear my mom.

“Jack is up in his room, we can introduce you in a second. As we discussed, he’s still in diapers and needs help changing them. And he’s terrible at letting you know if he’s wet or messy, so you’ll have to check him often.”

“That’s not a problem at all, Ms. Wilson,” Olivia responded, “I’m an education major and I want to be a preschool teacher, so I assume diapers will come with the territory!”

I hear them walking to my door. I go back to my computer to make it look like I was finishing up some biology homework.

My door opens. “Jack, honey, this is Olivia. She will be your new babysitter now.”

I turn around and see Olivia. She is one of the most beautiful girls I’ve ever seen in my life. She looks vaguely familiar. I try to think of something, anything, to say. But I can’t. Here I am, standing in a diaper, my changing table in full view, with the lingering smell of used diapers and baby powder.

Olivia breaks the silence. “Hey Jack, nice to meet you! Your mom tells me we went to the same school, that’s awesome! I graduated from there last year!”

I realized that’s where I knew her from. I saw her around all the time. She was really popular.

She said, “I’ve probably seen you around and never realized!”

My mom smiles and takes a step towards my changing table. “Well,” she says to Olivia, “I’m glad you two have something in common to talk about but I do need to be leaving soon. I need to show you where we keep all of Jack’s diapers and changing supplies. This is his changing table, below it are all of his diapers, wipes, rash cream, powder, and disposal bags.”

“Got it,” Olivia said. “Jack is a boy of many talents, but his greatest talent is filling his diapers, so be prepared to check him often and change him plenty of times. In fact, he might need to be changed now.”

I see my mom reach over to me and pull down my shorts to get a look at my diaper. She feels it and tells Olivia, “yep, he’s soaked and ready for a change.”

“No problem, Ms. Wilson, I can handle it.”

My mom looked at her watch. “Well, I have a few more minutes, why don’t I show you the ropes before I go. Jack, go lay on your changing table for me so Olivia and I can change your diaper.”

All I can do is stare up at the wall, desperately trying to ignore what’s happening to me, while laying with a fully exposed, soggy diaper and t-shirt. My mom is showing Olivia, one of the most beautiful and popular girls I’ve ever seen, how to change my diaper. And what’s worse is they keep talking about me and my diapers like I’m a toddler.

“First,” my mom tells Olivia, “grab a spare diaper from down there along with the wipes, rash cream, and powder. It’s best to have the new one ready to go and under him. He may have an accident in the middle of changing so you can just cover him and let the new diaper do it’s job.”

“Why don’t you go ahead and take off this old diaper, Olivia.” “Sure thing, Ms. Wilson! A diaper change is a diaper change, even if these are a little bigger than I’m used to.” Olivia smiles as she steps up to my changing table and looks down at me.

“Okay, mister, let’s get you all fresh and dry in a clean new diaper!” Olivia says as she puts my legs up with her left hand and slides the new diaper under me with her right.

She then starts on my tabs. Each rip hastening the inevitable. Finally, she pulls back my wet diaper and reaches for the wipes. I wonder meekly if I could see a smirk on her face.

But that thought goes out the window as she begins wiping me. The way she leans over gives me the perfect view of her cleavage. I may not have a lot—okay any—experience with girls, but I know enough to recognize perfection when it’s at eye level.

I force myself to look away, no small feat for someone like me. But it’s necessary. I hope beyond hope I don’t get…excited in front of her AND my mom, as she wipes me. I’m only saved by the smell of my diaper pail which brings me back to reality. Back to the infantile situation I’m forced to endure multiple times a day.

“You’ll want to make sure you clean everything real nice,” my mom says, “Jack here is very prone to diaper rash, especially after messing. You’d think after all these years and multiple poops each day his skin would get used to it.”

“If there is one thing I pride myself on, Ms. Wilson,” Olivia said, “its that none of my charges ever get diaper rash!”

Once Olivia finishes wiping, I feel the rash cream being spread on me. I feel her lift me up again to apply the rash cream to where it needs it most. I’m surprised at how strong she is. Before she puts me down she take the old diaper out from under me. She rolled it up and threw it in my diaper pail.

“Almost done, Jack!” Olivia says as she turns to the powder and sprinkles it on. The infantile smell of the powder tickles my nose, reminding me of my place. Finally, I feel the new diaper being wrapped around me, four tapes securing me until my next change. She taps my diaper and says “all done, Jack!” in a sing-song voice.

“Wow,” my mom says, “that was impressive, Olivia. I don’t think I have anything to worry about with you!”

“Nope, like I said Jack is in great hands. His diapers are safe with me. And I know we will be great friends soon enough!”

“That’s great to hear, because I worry about him and I need all the help I can get. With work I need someone to watch him more than I’d like.”

Olivia responded, “No problem, my schedule is set up perfectly to be able to watch him all the time, and the experience I get is only a bonus!”

I lay there wondering what to do. My diaper on full display. My mom sees and says to Olivia, “oh, before I forget, here are Jack’s shorts. But if you prefer, he can go without them, it just makes checking him easier since you can see his diaper.”

“Well, why don’t we keep them off for now,” Olivia tells me, putting the shorts back in the drawer. “It will help at first to get used to checking and to see how fast he goes through his diapers.”

“Great. Anyway, Jack doesn’t really have a set bedtime, but you can send him to bed whenever you want. Just be sure he goes with a clean diaper. You don’t want to see what happens otherwise. And that he finishes his homework. I left money out so you can order some dinner,” my mom tells Olivia as we all walk downstairs, “the guest room is made up for you. I’ll be home around 2 am. Bye guys!”

With my mom gone I feel the full gravity of the situation. It’s just me and Olivia. She is now in control of my diapers. I can’t tell if she will treat me as an adult or toddler. I’m not sure it’s possible for anyone can treat the person whose diaper they changed as an adult.

Olivia smiles at me. Fully lost in her eyes, I barely hear Olivia ask me a question. Something about dinner.

I am only broken out of my daze when I feel the telltale rumble in my stomach. A mix of terror and excitement washes over me. Terror, because I know I don’t have long before I embarrass myself in front of Olivia. Squatting down like a helpless toddler, staring off into space, grunting with effort. The ultimate humiliation. But as inevitable as the sun rising each day.

But also excitement. Something I never felt with my old babysitter. My old babysitter was, well, old. But Olivia is stunningly beautiful. Maybe, just maybe, she’d be into me.

”Jack? What do you want for dinner?”

“Pizza.”

Go to Part Two.

[decaffeinatedstarlightbear]

Pit Stop

"Alright sweetheart, you're in timeout - from now on, I don't want to hear a single sound from you."

"Wha- " it wasn't fair. But before I could protest, Beth pressed her index finger above my mouth and gave me a stern look. "You promised to be on your best behavior, remember?" With a swift motion she tapped my cheek and grabbed the pacifier gag out of my diaper bag. "Open wiiide!" I complied. What choice did I have? I was strapped into my booster seat, wearing nothing but colorful wool tights, a onesie and my locking mittens. Oh, and of course the extra thick nighttime diaper that I was put in before we started our drive. Which I thought was the reason that we exited that endless stretch of a highway. Of course, I'd never admit that the stench was coming from me, but as I had not yet been able to come up with a scapegoat to blame it on, I assumed that Beth and Pops knew that I was in dire need of a change. So to get to the point, the noise cancelling headphones that Beth now pulled out of the door pocket were kind of confusing considering that she still had not unbuckled me from my containment. Especially since there wasn't really a reason not to change me - I had not begged for a change, I had not gotten on anyones nerves by asking "are we there yet" every other minute and I (albeit for the lack of ability with those stupid mittens) had not thrown with little pretzels to get some attention. "mmmghh" I protested. But Beth had already placed the headphones on my ears and gave me an indistinct smirk. What was she up to?

The car shook when she slammed the door shut. Pops had gotten out of the drivers seat and walked out of my field of view as well. What were they trying to do? We were in a little parking lot in the middle of the night, in the middle of nowwhere. No gas station to buy snacks or bad coffee from, not even a lit path to take a quick stroll to wake up, it was literally just a pitch black empty parking lot. The headphones began to play music.

Itsy bitsy spider, went down the water sprout.

Come on. I was so happy that I was allowed to listen to the radio with them instead of this crap. Suddenly, I felt a cold breeze coming from behind me. The trunk? Maybe I'd get a change after all. Although I'd have to admit that the diaper bag that was still sitting next to me was not really a strong indication that my caregivers were going to prepare my change in the trunk. As a small jump went through pops SUV, it dawned upon me. Oh oh. With another slight breeze, the boot lid was shut again. Those stupid big sidewalls of the booster seat and the tight straps that were still securing me very effectively kept me from taking a peek and seeing what was going on back there. But I didn't need to. Those small little stomps that went through the car were enough to tell that Pops and Beth were both climbing around in that spacious trunk. Not too long ago, I'd have been in Beths place actually. You may not believe it, but I wasn't always a diapersoiling little brat. But things had changed 'round here.

As the worn out shocks from the car started to replicate the rhythmic movements in the trunk, the little lady in the headphones started to sing the next song.

The wheels on the bus go 'round and 'round, 'round and 'round, 'round and 'round...

Damn, that was a new low. My crotch started to get tingly as I thought about the times when I'd be the one to get railed in some abandoned parking lot. How I'd bend over and get into very demeaning postures. I had always had a thing for humiliating myself. Of course, the humiliation of getting fucked in the back of a car and continuing the drive while Pops sperm was oozing out of me and into my panties was quite a bit less humiliating than being strapped into a booster seat in a completely wrecked diaper while the vibrations from my daddys new girlfriend were teasing me through the swollen padding pressing against my crotch. Oh god.

A, B, C, D, E, F, G H, I, J, K elemenopee

I let out a sharp sigh as the next song came on. How do they always crank it up a notch? The worst thing was, I couldn't even say that I wasn't enjoying it. Of course, while sitting an arms length away from the two love bunnies, I didn't dare to grind the mushy mess between my legs against that crotch belt, but I knew that this would be food for quite a few rustly nights while Beth and Pops were asleep.

By now, they had found their rhythm. The way the car replicated it was almost comical. Yet, with the peefilled diaper and the - ehem - contents in the back, I was getting worked up even more. Not enough to cum of course, but definitely enough so that if I didn't get a change before we continued the drive, I wouldn't be able to ever calm down with the roads vibrations. I suckled more on the pacifier to calm me down a bit. Getting all riled up wasn't going to do anything besides frustrating me.

It felt like ages until they were done, although it probably only took four or five of these highpitched annoying songs. Finally, Pops face appeared on the window next to me. After he took off my headphones, he unbuckled me and helped me out of my car seat. Before I was lifted into the boot, I saw the remains of their little session. Beths bra was still dangling from the headrest and next to the big changing mat that was spread out over the whole trunk, a very full condom proved that I wasn't the only one who urgently needed this little stop. Beth, who had been eyeing daddy and me while he carried me to the trunk, gave me a wink and took another big drag from her cigarette. With an audible quelch, daddy laid me onto the changing mat and started to get to work.

"Oh, looks like someone still remembers our little adventures in the trunk, huh?" Of course he couldn't let my throbbing vulva uncommented. With my pacifier gag still in, I could only nod and hum in agreement, causing Beth to laugh bright as a bell about my obvious desperation. She handed Pops the wipes: "Come on, let's get us going. You're the one who gave her all of that fruit juice, don't expect me to help with this mess."

After a very thorough clean up, Pops placed the new nappy beneath me. Beth, who had finished her cigarette in the mean time, handed him two stuffers. "Let's just pimp this diaper a bit so we can send her straight to bed when we get home." To my despair, Pops nodded. Of course, practicality was always a big plus for him.

"Hold on!" Beth intervened another time. "We totally forgot to get that poor thing a bit of pleasure as well - make way" she ordered. With big eyes, I followed her movements.

She grabbed the used condom, untied it and poured its plenty contents all over my princess parts. She really knew how to crown the scene. By the time she pulled my tights over my now not so freshly diapered bum, Pops had already returned from the trash can and got into the drivers seat. While Beth pulled the seat belt extra tight to spread that sticky goo around in my crotch, daddy started the engine of the suv.

High time to get me to bed.

[decaffeinatedstarlightbear]

Humbunger

[decaffeinatedstarlightbear]

There’s activity all around them; people are shouting and laughing and buying ice cream. The roller coaster cars tick-tick-tack up the tracks to their right, and the organ music flows out of the open doorway to the carousel house on the left.

But all he can think is, *Oh no*, as he feels something warm and solid stretching his underwear under his shorts. *At least it’s happening now…and not when we’re about to sit down on a ride…*

He should tell her. He opens his mouth but the words won’t come out. This is so embarrassing. He didn’t even notice that he had to go at all.

“Do you want me to get you cotton candy?” She asks, humming and looking up at the ferris wheel. “Oh, that would be so romantic…No, we should do that in the evening when the sun is setting. Do you want to go on the swings? Oh, sweetheart, you have a little stain on your shorts. Did you sit in something?”

She very quickly and briefly rests her hand on the back of his shorts. “Oh. Ohhh.” She squeezes his hand tighter, dragging him to the bathrooms.

“Oh, shoot. There isn’t a gender neutral one,” she says when they arrive. People are everywhere, entering and leaving the bathrooms. It looks like every single stall inside is occupied. Someone is shouting about no toilet paper.

“I don’t want to do this,” he says quietly.

“Yeah, this isn’t good. Let’s keep looking, is that okay?” She rubs his back. The sun is getting hot on his face. “Do you need your sunglasses? You’re squinting.” She starts to rummage in her bag.

“Can we find somewhere, please? I don’t think I’m done.” He fidgets with the bottom of his shirt.

“You can’t tell?” She looks up at him, hand still in her bag. “Okay, I’m sorry, honey. We’ll go find somewhere.”

The only single-stall gender-neutral bathroom is out by the parking lot. And it’s OCCUPIED. He stands next to her right outside the door, looking out at the sea of cars. He starts to feel himself filling his pants again and tears sting his eyes. The pressure is doing so much to his bladder, too. He already leaked a little bit but it isn’t showing yet. He starts to squirm.

“Oh, baby. I’m sorry. I got you.” She wraps her arm around him and the door opens. She catches it as the person leaving holds it open and she pulls him in.

As soon as they’re inside, he starts to really wet himself. It soaks through his shorts quickly and dribbles down his legs to the floor. This is when he starts to cry a little.

“Oh, honey…Shh, shh, it’s going to be okay. I brought you extra pants. I just really wasn’t expecting…this.”

“I wasn’t either!”

“You really didn’t know it was going to happen?” She unlaces his canvas shoes and he kicks them off.

He shakes his head as she undoes his shorts and strips them off. “You’re just getting worse and worse at this,” she tuts. “Oh, honeypie, I don’t think we can save these panties.”

He can’t answer. He doesn’t know what to say. Despite himself, he’s starting to feel really excited and it’s making him even more frustrated.

“Okay, let me give you a wipe-down. Here, can you help me? Hold this for me.” She sets the packet of wipes in his hands. “Oh, you’re so messy,” she sighs.

“I didn’t mean to…”

“I know, baby. You had a messy accident at night two nights ago, and now this. You really didn’t know you had to go at all?”

“No, I didn’t notice. I just felt it coming out when we were walking.”

“How come you didn’t tell me? Aw, honey. It’s okay.” She goes to throw away the wipes and wash her hands. She takes the wipes from him and stows them in her bag again. “Okay, I know you don’t like being changed away from a changing table, but the floor is reallyy dirty in here. I’m going to diaper you standing up, okay?” She takes out his spare diaper, the only one she brought, just in case, and fluffs it up.

As she straightens up, she notices his runny nose. “Blow your nose,” she says, unrolling a wad of toilet paper from the dispenser next to the toilet. “Here. There you go. Okay, diaper’s coming on. Help me out, okay?”

After he’s all taped up, she reaches in the bag one last time and gets his spare shorts out. “I thought you might have a little wet accident today and need these…” she says to herself quietly as he steps into them and she pulls them up. “Okay, you can get your fly yourself,” she says as he stands helplessly, hands twisting his shirt again. He zips it up and then his thumb slips into his mouth.

“Aw…Get that out now while we’re in here, okay? You can’t really get away with that in public. I know you want to, don’t worry. Save it for the ferris wheel, okay, honey?”

He nods and they leave the bathroom.

“Your diaper feels okay, right?” she whispers as they reenter the park.

“Yeah.”

“You were so good during that change, baby. Let’s go find something to eat, okay?”

“Yes, Mommy,” he says very quietly, so that only she can hear.

“Good boy.” She rests her hand on his back and guides him through the crowd.

[decaffeinatedstarlightbear]

Destined's Top 5: MDLB

Same concept as the last top 5 list. You get it.

But be warned, my top 5 for mdlb might not be my most popular or even best depictions of mdlb. They are my favorite as they relate to me and my incontinence. Most of them are based on either specific fears or actual events.

Honorable Mention: The Sad One

Big fan of this one. My biggest fear was being outright rejected by women when I told them I was incontinent in a humiliating way (that version is in my top 5). But I also wondered what would happen if it disappointed her too. And this is that thought brought to life.

Honorable Mention: Something About Mary

For a while, I thought I might have to date an ABDL after I became IC because at least ABDLs liked diapers. So this was me imagining finding a woman who totally accepted my diapers, even if it meant slipping into babyhood.

Honorable Mention: Almost Paradise

If you've made it this far, you might have noticed most of my favorite captions are based on how women would react to my incontinence. Well, surprise, here's another.

5. My Biggest Fear

I knew I'd have to tell a woman I was interested in about my diapers eventually. I wasn't going to be alone forever. But I also knew that opening up and telling one could have disastrous, humiliating results.

This caption is what my anxiety convinced me would happen.

4. Beast of Burden

I have mostly accepted my incontinence and diapers. But there is one time I feel most vulnerable: when I'm changing. Especially when it's in a social situation. But that's life.

Nothing like being exposed at your most vulnerable. Hard to feel big when you're mid-diaper change.

3. Passenger Princess

This one is based on a true story. Back before my overactive bladder became urge incontinence. My ex did tell me I should wear my night time diapers on the drive. I absolutely rejected that idea. And the "I-told-you-so" look is seared into my memory.

The part about being forced to wear diapers is not true though. But you can imagine.

2. Cute Without the E

Most of my captions are based on fears of my incontinence in the real world. This one is based on my fears in the ABDL kink world. I am definitely a switch, but lean towards being more dom.

But I always worry that I, a person who spends all day every day in diapers that I need, can hardly expect to dom some little who doesn't need her diapers. So I wrote a caption about it.

1. Dazed And Confused

This caption is the closest depiction of my sub side in the ABDL world. It hits all my favorite subby notes (which it should, I wrote it). If you want to know how to get me feeling subby, this s your playbook.

Fun fact: this caption was written for a popular writer here. My subby gift to her.

[decaffeinatedstarlightbear]

Special for the 20k in (X), this little baby, made the biggest BLORTT!!,

Pushing and feeling my diaper expand was great!

Being a dumb baby and crawling while I play in my mess is even better!! 🤎✨️

Did I earn a gold star?🌟

You can see more on my JFF☁️

[decaffeinatedstarlightbear]

OmNomNomDom's AB/DL Fiction Index

Hello, friends!

As many of you know, I was deleted some time ago, and though my account was restored, my content remained purged 😔.

It has taken me some time to start putting up old favorite captions and stories, but I finally have, and it wouldn't be a true OmNomNomDom page without an index:

Remastered Captions

Risk and Reward ft. @paddedkittenvuittqn (H, M)

Une Question Simple ft. @abdreams (L)

The Hare ft. AnabelleLeakyGirl (H)

Upstream ft. Bubblybuns (O, H, M)

Classic Stories

Little Lamb (O, H, M)

Aristocrats! (B, M)

By Any Other Name (P, B, M)

Louder than Words (H, O, M)

Hope's Eternal Spring

Tags Key

M - Messy H - Hypnosis / mental regression

O - Omorashi B - BDSM P - Petplay

L - Language Play

[decaffeinatedstarlightbear]

The Roadtrip

CW: Diaper play (including messing) & breastfeeding kink

Disclaimer: all characters depicted in this story are consenting adults over the age of 18. If you are NOT 18 or older, click away now!

I throw my head backs and groan as I hold the front door open with the most important item for this trip the diaper bag on my shoulder. “Honey! Come on we need to get moving or else we’re gonna get stuck in traffic getting out the city.” I shout into the two story home.

I hear running footsteps and slamming doors. “No running!!!” I shout again exasperated.

The running stops immediately and my sweet boy speed walks down the stairs. “Geez Louise I’m here no need to shout!” He exclaims with his hands in the air. I give him a look that says I don’t find this funny.

He tilts his head all cutely and gives me a cheesy grin and a peck on the lips when he stops infront of where I’m standing. “Hehe sorry mommy!! I’m just so excited for our road trip!” He says while dancing around like a cutie pie.

I can’t help it, I smile and kiss him back. “I’m letting you off the hook this time but I don’t want anymore smart alec responses today, you hear me little boy?” I tell him in what I like to call my mommy means business voice. His smile drops and he nods, “yes mommy I promise I’ll be a good boy…today.” He finishes it off with another cheeky smile and I laugh.

“Alright I guess that’s as good as it’s gonna get, let’s get going.” I pat his puffed out butt in his bright purple sweatpants and usher him out the door. As I lock up he races well more like waddles to the passenger seat because of how much padding I put in his diapie but you can never be too safe.

I hop in as well and look over at him, “watcha ya think you’re doing?” He looks up from his phone at me with wide confused eyes. I hand him the aux, “ you’re on aux duty! I need tunes to keep me going.” I say in a duh tone. He laughs, “of course mommy!!! I’ll play all your favorites!!”

I sneak a quick glance at him and he’s wiggling around in his seat as he looks for a good song and I can’t help but smile as I pull out.

~ Four Hours Later ~

I sigh when I check the nav and I see we still have three hours left. We stopped a couple times so I could pee and grab us some sandwiches for lunch but im so over driving at this point.

I look over at my sleeping beauty who has his seat reclined as far as it can go and a fuzzy blanket wrapped around him, my own blanket covering my thighs.

Safe to say we prepared to be as comfy and cozy as possible during this car ride but it still sucks.

The music is on low as not to disturb him but I’m now realizing I need to actually stop and check him. I can’t have him sitting in a dirty diaper for hours, it’s just not okay. I look at the signs and I see a rest stop coming up.

I pull into it and it’s pretty much empty except for one red truck all the way at the other end of the lot. I pull into a corner spot where I’m sure no one could see inside our car. I unbuckle my belt and reach under his blanket and unbuckle his. I pull the blanket to the side I see a massive wet spot on his purple sweats. I thank goodness I stopped.

Mommy senses I tell ya.

“Sweet boy i need you to open those pretty eyes because mommy needs to change your diapie.” I speak softly as I shake my sweet boy awake. He whines out and shakes his head, “nuhu I no wanna wake up mommy I tired.” He cries out. I shush him and stroke his hair. “I know sweetie but you’re leaking all over yourself and I don’t want you getting a rash.” He whines again. “Now I need you to crawl in the trunk for me and then I’ll follow.” He huffs but listens and climbs into the back.

There’s a lot of space since I laid all the chairs flat for this very reason with a soft blanket on top.

I climb in after him and he’s already laid down head resting toward the trunk door and legs spread. “Such a good boy for mommy!” I praise him and I pull his soaked pants down his soft chubby thighs all the way down past his cute pink fuzzy sock covered feetsies.

I put his soiled pants in a plastic bag and tie it off. I settle back between his legs on my knees and squish the front of his full diaper. “Hmm did my sweet boy make poopies? I know you did because mommy can smell your stinky little booty!” I tease him as I reach down and squeeze the bottom of his diaper.

He whines and covers his face nodding. “Aww baby don’t be shy I’m so proud of you for going potty. I would be very upset with my pretty baby if you didn’t. Mommy is going to clean that cute little butt and you’ll be in a fresh diapie in no time.” I promise and he peaks at me through his fingers. “Tank you mommy.” He says quietly.

I smile, “Okay baby now let’s see the damage.” I joke as I pull the tabs off and open his diaper. I pull the front down and I see just how much he unloaded into his diaper. I rub his thigh and reach for a baby wipe. “Such a good boy, making poopies in your diaper for mommy! Look at that, you made such a big one!” I cooed at him since I know he gets very shy about using his diaper for number two. He whines and covers his face, “really mes a good boy for going poo poo?”

I looked up and smiled at him but quickly refocused on cleaning his messy butt. “Aw sweetie of course! You did such a good job taking such a big poopies in your diaper, I’m very proud of you, now push out your little hole mommy wants to make sure she cleans it good.”

“Otay mama,” my sweet boy it seems like he’s regressing much further. I love when he does, it just means he needs me even more. I rub the baby wipe against his taint and he pushes out as I push the wipe wrapped around my finger inside. “Ouch mama!!!” He cries out and squeezes my finger. “Shh baby it’s okay mama is just cleaning your little boy hole just relax and let mama do what she needs to do.” I shush him and twist my finger around in his tight little asshole cleaning it.

I pull my finger out and throw the dirty wipe on top of his poopy diaper and roll it up and stuff it inside another plastic bag and tie it off. I settle back down, “lift” he lifts his butt and I slide a new extra thick diaper under him. “Mommy has decided that you’re just too little right now so you’re going to be in your nighttime diapie.” He nods and stuffs his thumb in his mouth suckling it.

I smile and put baby powder all between his legs and smear diaper rash cream on his slightly red cheeks. I feel so bad I should have checked his diaper earlier.

I slide my ointment covered fingers between his ass cheeks and find his little hole again. “Push out one more time for mama baby boy.” I say as I rub his fluttering hole and he furrows his eyebrows and squeezes with all his might and I laugh. A big fart is pushed just as I push my two fingers inside. He giggles and it’s the cutest sound I’ve ever heard.

“Such a silly little boy! You feel so warm inside baby I love having my fingers inside your hole.” I rub the ointment around and he moans around his thumb. He slowly starts pushing his ass more toward me chasing my fingers. I slide a third finger in and lean down suckling his tiny little dick into my mouth. He bucks into me and screams as I eat his cute little boy pussy. “Oh mommy mommy I need to go to need to go so badly please can I go cummies.” He begs around his thumb refusing to let it out of his mouth. I moan as he pisses a little into my mouth and drink it up. “Sowwy mommy I couldn’t hold it.” He lisps ever so cutely.

“It’s okay sweetie you know you can go pee pee in mommy’s mouth whenever you like.” I comfort him. Before I go back to my meal I tell him, “now go cummies or pee pee whenever you need too sweetheart mommy is here to lick it up.”

The minute I close my lips back around his throbbing dick he shudders and cums. His asshole clenching around my three fingers. I moan and continue licking him up. I just can’t get enough of him. He brings his pussy against my face and another squirt of piss hits my chin. “Oh fuck baby. There you go piss in mommy’s mouth.” I catch his next squirt into my mouth and drink it up. He keeps pissing into my mouth and its the sexiest thing ever. I swallow the last mouthful he gives me.

I stick my tongue into his pussy hole as he moans and grinds his little boy pussy against my face. “Ouchie mama I too sensitive!!” He whines. I lick his pussy hole one last time and pull away.

I sit up and grab a baby wipe and wipe my face and fingers. My sweet baby is laying exhausted breathing heavily with his eyes half closed. I wipe down his sensitive areas and pour baby powder in before pulling up the diaper and closing the tabs. “You were such a good boy for mommy sweetheart, how about you have some mommy milkies before your nap? Hmm?”

I smooth my hands down his diaper and slide my hands back up under his arm pits. “ yesh pwease mama I wan milkies.” He says in the cutest sleepy little voice I’ve ever heard. I slide his head onto my lap and he looks up at me with his beautiful big eyes. Mouth slightly open waiting for his treat.

I pull both my big heavy tits out of my top my shirt stretching underneath my chest. I pull at my fat thick long nipple milk leaking out. Fuck my nipples look like utters at this point but it’s much better this way because it’s a lot easier for my sweet boy to suckle. When we first started my nipples were so tiny it was a struggle but after consistent suckling my nipples have grown quite large for my boy and I couldn’t be happier to be his personal milk cow.

I dangle my nipple over his mouth and he latches on right away taking my thick nipple into his mouth. The suckling is hard and fast right away because he’s so thirsty and it feels so fucking good. Feeling his mouth on my nipple sucking so hard knowing I’m quenching his thirst with something my body made is an insane feeling. I strike his forhead and brush his hair with my fingers as he falls asleep suckling.

Just when I think he’s fallen a sleep I hear a loud fart and he bites down slightly on my nipple making me hiss as I hear the sound of his asshole opening and pushing out a big stinky mess. “ oh sweet boy it was all that junk food wasn’t it? It’s okay keep making poopies mommy will change you before we get back on the road.” He whines and starts sucking harder his hand twisting and fidgeting with my other nipple milk leaking out onto his fingers.

As I pat his smelly bottom I feel it grow bigger and bigger as he makes his diarrhea poopy.

[decaffeinatedstarlightbear]

Forced to mess in front of the window at our hotel

[decaffeinatedstarlightbear]

Semi-Charmed Life

This caption is for @somethingcleverfornow67, a silly little thing who wants to see how blushy she can get for you all!

**If you see a caption from me titled “Enjoy the Silence” do not like or reblog it**

You hesitantly lift your dress to show your boyfriend—Daddy now—your diaper. Your face burned in embarrassment.

“But Daddyyy,” you whine, “what if everyone sees my diaper? It’s so much thicker than my pullies!”

Daddy smiles lovingly. “Sweetie, they’d be much more likely to see a leaky pully. You tinkle through your pullies so fast. Remember what happened yesterday at Target?”

You didn’t think it was possible to blush more, but here you were, cosplaying as an over-ripe tomato. Your face was so hot, if someone cracked an egg on your face, it would be cooked in seconds.

Memories of Target came flooding back. The wild, helpless potty dance—in the baby aisle of all places. The panic of realizing you couldn’t hold it. The condescending, knowing smile from Daddy as your pullup grew warm from your assault.

And worse, the trickling warmth that streamed down your leg. Your pully leaked. In Target.

Luckily for you, nobody saw your Daddy wiping the tinkle off your legs.

But the damage was done.

“Honey, it’s time for diapers,” Daddy said when you got in the car.

Not only was today your first day in diapers, but it was also the first time you were going to meet Daddy’s friends. All you could think about was your diaper.

It was so, so thick.

You were positive they would see your diaper bulging out of your dress. You even practiced walking in front of a mirror to assure yourself you weren’t waddling like a penguin.

Daddy promised you nobody could tell, but it did little to assuage your fears as the doorbell rang.

“I can do this,” you told yourself, “It’s just a regular barbeque with friends…in a diaper.”

Fifteen minutes later, you made it through introductions without anyone noticing your now slightly soggy diaper. Your confidence was growing by the minute.

You could do this.

“Alright, now that everyone is here, it’s time to fire up the grill!” Daddy said to everyone after the last couple arrived.

In all, there were three couples. You relaxed, glad there weren’t more coming.

To your surprise, the girls whisked you away from Daddy, complimenting your dress and gushing about Daddy. Within minutes, you felt like part of the group, the girls were so nice!

You’d even forgotten all about the diaper that had been causing you so much anxiety. The conversation flowed faster than the pinot grigio.

You were having fun. These were your type of girls.

You caught Daddy’s eye as he tended to the grill. He returned your smile, happy that you were having fun and getting along with his friends.

Everything was going well until your tummy rumbled—loudly.

“Wow, Mia,” one of the girls laughed, “Sounds like someone is hungry! I don’t blame you, though—I’m starving!”

You smiled, pretending to play along, “Yeah, Dan said to save my appetite, but I didn’t think he’d take this long to grill! I’m gonna see how much longer.”

You were in trouble.

The girls may have thought your tummy was rumbling because you were hungry, but you knew the truth. You needed to get to the potty—now.

Careful not to move too fast, you made your way to Daddy.

“Hey, babe,” Daddy cooed, “Should be about 10 or 15 more minutes!”

“D-daddy,” you whisper, barely audible, “I…I need to go to the potty.”

“Sweetie, we went over this, that’s what your diaper is for. Just pee and I’ll change you after dinner!”

“No, Daddy, I hafta….hafta go number two!” you squeal, growing more desperate.

“Ohhh! You need to make stinkies!”

“M…mhm…”

You were desperate. So desperate you didn’t realize how adorable you looked bouncing up and down and holding your tummy—looking every bit like a toddler about to fill her diaper.

But Daddy always let you use the potty for your stinkies if you asked.

“Okay, little one, let’s get you to the potty. I’ll help you out of that diaper.”

But it was too late.

“Oh no…Daddy!” you whimpered—much louder than you expected—as your knees buckled and you squatted down to load your diaper.

A deafening silence filled the air. Everyone watched in shock as it happened.

You were no longer in control of your own body. Trapped in this infantile position, unable to stop yourself from pooping your diaper in front of everyone.

A low, grumbling toot broke the silence, followed by a whimper and a grunt.

Tears fell down your cheek as your diaper bulged wildly to accommodate your mess. You wanted to run and hide. Yet, your feet remained glued to the ground.

There was no escape.

Only your grunts and the crinkling of your expanding diaper broke the silence.

Time seemed to stand still. You could feel everyone watching, despite keeping your eyes shut. You couldn’t bear to see their faces while you filled your diaper.

Finally, after one last loud grunt and push, it was over. You stood there, catching your breath as the reality of your situation crashed down over you.

You just pooped yourself like a toddler in front of Daddy’s friends. Your diaper dropped well below your dress, leggings failing to hold up your messy diaper.

The next few minutes were a blur.

“Oh, babygirl, did you make a stinky?” Daddy asked rhetorically as he pulled his sobbing, messy little in for a hug, “Let Daddy see, we don’t want a blowout, do we? That would be icky!”

To your horror, you felt the back of your dress pulled up, exposing your bulging, droopy diaper to all of Daddy’s friends.

“Wow, little one, you really filled that diaper!” Daddy announced, “Let’s get that diaper changed before you stink up the backyard! Pee-yew, babygirl!”

Before you could react, all three girls ran over, cooing at you like a toddler.

A sobbing, stinky toddler.

“Oh, honey, don’t cry!” one girl assured you, “It’s okay! Accidents happen! You couldn’t help it! Luckily your Daddy put that diaper on you!”

“Yeah! Babies can’t help it!” another agreed, “We’d never judge a baby for making a stinky in her diaper!”

“Where’s her diaper bag, Dan,” the third asked, “The poor thing needs a diaper change right away before she gets a rash!”

All you could do was sob. Sob because of the poopy diaper. Sob because clearly these girls saw you no different from a helpless toddler.

And worse, sob because of the laughter that echoed from Daddy’s guy friends.

“Dan, did she really shit her diaper?”

“Why are you dating a baby?”

Yet, through it all, Daddy held you, whispering in your ear, telling you he loved you and everything would be okay.

“You’ll feel so much better once I get you out of that icky diaper, baby” Daddy assured you, “I promise.”

“B-b-but Daddy!” you sobbed, “Everyone thinks I’m a baby!”

“Oh, little one. You did just poop your diaper in front of everyone. I’m not sure they’re wrong.”

“NO! I’m not a baby!” you squeal, stomping your feet.

“Found it!” one of the girls shouted, “And look, here’s a paci! I think this will help soothe her!”

“Thank you, Jen!” Daddy said, grabbing the paci from her.

“Okay, honey,” Daddy says to you, “How about you suckle on your paci while I change your diaper?”

“NO! DADDY NO!” you shout.

“You poor thing,” Daddy coos as he slides the paci into your mouth and picks you up.

You thrash and sob as Daddy carries you to the makeshift changing station set up by the girls. He places you on the table, thanking the girls for helping.

“Babygirl, the quicker you calm down, the quicker you’ll be in a clean diaper,” Daddy says sternly, “These are big feelings, but that diaper is going to be changed no matter what. I won’t have my babygirl get a rash on my watch.”

“Dude, no way you’re actually going to change her diaper!” you hear one of Daddy’s friends taunt, “You really are dating a girl who poops her diapers??”

“Shut up, Mark,” Daddy responds before turning to you, “Don’t listen to him, little one. I love you, messy diapers and all!”

This was not how you expected to hear “I love you” the first time.

In a flash, Daddy pulls down your tights and rolls up your dress, exposing your browning, droopy diaper.

You cover your face in shame, deciding there is no other way out of the situation. And besides, a clean diaper did sound much better than your rapidly cooling, messy diaper.

Daddy rips open the tabs, pulling back your diaper.

“Look away, boys,” Jen tells the boys, “Baby Mia deserves some privacy, and clearly you are all too immature to be around diaper changes.”

You feel Daddy grab your feet before your legs are lifted into the air. Daddy wipes the stinkies off your bum before asking Jen if she could toss your stinky diaper.

“No problem, Dan” Jen says as she rolls up your diaper and tosses it in the trash.

You’re lowered back down. “There, all clean, little one,” Daddy coos, “But now that I know you make stinkies, maybe I should get some barrier crem on that tush.”

You whimper helplessly as the girls giggle—realizing you’re now expected to keep messing your diapers.

“Oh, my gosh, this diaper is so cute!” one of the girls squeals in delight, “Much better than that boring white one Mia was in before!”

You can’t bring yourself to look, but based on the girls’ reactions, you know it must be horrifically infantile.

An explosion of crinkles erupts as Daddy fluffs your diaper before you’re lifted back up. Daddy slides the diaper under you before he gently lowers you back down.

Your heart sinks again.

Daddy hasn’t even taped your diaper on, but you can tell this diaper is significantly thicker than your last diaper. Your worst fears are realized as he tapes it up—it’s impossible to close your legs.

This diaper is ridiculously thick. Comically thick.

“How does that feel, little one?” Daddy asks.

“Stop, she looks adorable!” Jen screams in delight.

You open your eyes and try to sit up. Your diaper crinkles loudly as you do. You wonder if you’re sitting on a cloud.

“I…I…Daddy ith tho thick,” you lisp through your paci.

“I know, baby, but now that they know you’re a silly pamper packer, you don’t need to hide your diaper! And now you won’t have to worry about leakies!”

Daddy picks you off the changing table. “There, how does that feel?”

You stand there, legs thrust apart to accommodate your diaper, acutely aware of the girls staring at you like an adorable toddler.

It doesn’t take long to realize why.

Your dress is wildly overmatched by the diaper, only covering the top half of your diaper. Where the dress ends, a poofy pink diaper continues, on display for everyone to see.

A poofy pink diaper with bunnies.

“Look Mia!” Jen says softly, “Your diapee has bunnies on it! They’re adorable just like you!”

You suck on your paci, unable to say anything.

“Oh! The meat!” Daddy shouts, running back to the grill. “Just in time, dinner is ready!”

Jen grabs your hand, leading you to the dinner table. “Why don’t you sit here, sweetie? There, good girl.”

Your dress does absolutely nothing to cover your diaper when you sit—something the boys were all too happy to point out.

Daddy places a plate of cut up chicken and sald in front of you. “Okay, eat up everyone!”

All everyone could talk about is how cute you looked in your diaper—and how lucky your Daddy was to have such a well-behaved little one.

And, more importantly, that you were right where you belong.

Daddy’s helpless, adorable pamper packer.

[decaffeinatedstarlightbear]

Walking 🍅

I walk a lot of places. I am so lucky to live near things. So I love walking when the weather is pretty. There was a farmers market today as there is every Sunday at the park. A little more than a mile. I bought lots of nummy things tomatoes, cucumbers, and zuchini. It was a early market so I went in my night diapie, no biggie it’s outside. I wore a long skirt to stay secret. I got all my stuff and started walking home. Ten minutes of walking and I have to go. No biggie. I stood still for a minute a little away from the sidewalk and scrolled on my phone. Very easily my diapie expanded with a light crackle. Standing is a little hard as it smushed out more. I started bobbing my knees to adjust a little bit. I put my hands behind my back to give my diapie butt a little pat. My soggy diapie heavy, full, and smushy now squished and bounced as I finished the rest of the way home. It’s hard to walk with a baby diapie. Now warm in between my legs and butt. The goodnight I wear under my diapie kept my poopy mess close to my bum, but still sagged due to the size. Home safe and sound happy with my haul and load. 🥰