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“It’s ok sweetheart. I know you’re shy but you can just push it into your pampers and mommy will change you afterwards in the women’s locker room. Just pretend like it’s only you and mommy here. Just push out the poopoo into your pants for mama”
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“I know it feels weird sweety but the therapist said it’s the only way we can address the root of your issues.”
“Let’s just try it for a month on weekends and after school, and then we can reassess.”
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“Good keep embracing him while it happens. This is an important step for him. He needs to feel your overwhelming maternal energy while he fills the diaper. Don’t let go until he’s all done. Hold him tight and feel free to reach down to his bottom to comfort him and feel his progress. He’s pushing out years of pent up negative pressure and emotions, so it may take some time”
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When you’ve just gotten out of the bath and are about to be diapered for bed by your ‘cabin mother’ at your church youth group summer camp.
Every morning after waking up diapered, you would lay on your tummy in bed and deliberately push a poo poo out into your pampers, wetting your diapers as you pushed. While it filled you with shame, you always felt butterflies inside when she came into the room to check your diapers, immediately smelling your shameful dirty diaper.
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When it's time for a change it's time for a change!
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The best way to cool off is by playing in the sprinklers, even if that means a super soggy diaper!
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When your dips are this thick you need a little help up!
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“How were classes today sweety? I’m so glad you went to a local university. I don’t think you were ready to go out on your own yet.”
“Let’s get you out of these undies and into a diaper for the rest of the day and then you can go relax before dinner”
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“Are you filling your pants young man?”
“Don’t look away from me — I asked you a question”
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“Uh oh I think someone needs to go poopy. How adorable”
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“Oh don’t be so pouty sweety. There’s no reason to be shy. The saleswomen have all seen diapers before…”
“Just as I suspected — he’s absolutely soaked. Would some of you mind helping me change his diaper? No poopoos yet so it should be a breeze”
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a little diaper dino, chomping leafs in her natural habitat :3
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“Oh come on, princess,” I said, holding the door open with exaggerated patience. “You were brave enough to throw that little tantrum earlier, weren’t you? You can handle a wittle car ride.”
He flushed deeper, eyes flicking nervously down the quiet suburban street. I caught the twitch in his lip as he finally climbed in—pink dress swishing, diaper crinkling loudly between his thighs with each reluctant step.
“Atta girl,” I cooed, shutting the door behind him and walking around to the driver’s seat. “Buckle up now. Wouldn’t want your puffy little tushy bouncing too much back there.”
He didn’t answer. Just fumbled with the buckle, clumsy and red-faced. I watched him in the mirror—pouting, small, exactly how I liked him.
The engine purred to life. I let the quiet stretch before asking, sweet as syrup, “So… remind me why we’re going for a little drive, hmm?”
He mumbled something.
I tapped the brakes. The car jolted slightly. So did he.
“Use your big girl words.”
He swallowed. “Because I was rude to you in front of your friends…”
“That’s right,�� I said cheerfully. “Rude and bratty. So now you’re going to learn what that earns you. A little walk. A little exposure. And a nice outdoor diaper change.”
His eyes widened. “Wait—what?”
I smirked into the mirror. “Awww! What?? You didn’t think I’d let you stew in that soggy thing all afternoon, did you? It’s already plump and squishy!! You’re getting a change before we get home, one way or another.”
He looked horrified. “You said this would be discreet.”
“And it will be,” I said, eyes on the road. “No one has to know that the prissy little darling in the pink dress is actually a pouty boy in diapers. Not unless you make a scene. Or waddle too much. Or whine while I'm wiping your ass.”
He paled, gripping the hem of his dress.
“We’re going to the park,” I continued, voice breezy. “There’s a lovely little shaded patch just off the path. Perfect for spreading out the blanket and giving my soggy princess a fresh start.”
His mouth fell open in silent protest.
“Oh, don’t look so surprised,” I added with a smirk. “You act like a baby, you dress like a baby… eventually, someone has to change the baby. Isn’t that right?”
He didn’t answer.
Didn’t need to.
He just sank lower into his seat as the crinkle echoed around him—soft, constant, and very much his own doing.
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