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"Sweetie, lets get you dressed for your outing at the park today. We need to hurry! Let mommy put you in yout new dress aunt Kathy got you, then go get in your highchair and ill feed you some breakfast...... ill change your diaper before we leave."

Sissy tried to hide her diaper when mommy took some pictures of her in her new pretty blue dress to send to aunt kathy as a thank you. Sissy hadn't had her morning diaper change yet and was obviously soaked. When she realized the front of the dress was not going to cover her pamper, humiliated, she quickly turned over on her tummy in hopes the back of the dress was somehow longer to hide the diaper.

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This brought back so many memories. You felt so conflicted.You remembered your sister’s childhood sleepover as if it was yesterday. The humiliation burned so deep. And yet the arousal caused by it remains with you to this day.

“You know the rules for sleepovers here. I don’t want any accidents messing up your bed, okay? You’re gonna wear your pampers tonight.”

Your Mom told you this in front of all of your sister’s friends as she held up a really babyish giant diaper. You cringed as they started giggling

“That’s right girls — Janet’s brother here, your classmate, can’t keep his bed dry so needs to be diapered by his mommy like a baby every night.” You started to protest. Standing there red faced and humiliated

“Stop being so fussy! I don't care that your sisters friends are staying over and you're embarrassed. Of course you will be wearing your diapers tonight. Janet, can you fetch the baby powder sweetie. I can change him here.”

“You know you still have to wear pampers to bed. It’s not like it’s a big secret. It’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”

“Now be a good boy and go say goodnight to your sisters friends here before I take you to you room and I tuck you in. Yes of course I will make sure you have your favourite stuffie". You remember the guffaws and mocking cries of “what a baby” and “hey diaper boy” from your sister’s friends as you left the room

But with the next day came the real shame as your Mom gave you an obvious thorough diaper check and announced loudly to everyone at breakfast.

“Aww seems like someone really does need their diapers after all huh? That’s my good boy! You know how proud it makes Mommy when you use your diapers properly”

The whole kitchen dining area was full of teenage girls in various states of nightwear and underwear pointing at you and laughing. It left an indelible and permanent mark on you. Could that possibly be where your diaper humiliation fetish came from? Who knows….

Image credit Inflatagirl

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Spring has sprung 🌼🌻🌸

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Mess for Mercy

He was on his knees when she came in.

“Still stewing?” her voice lilted from the doorway, light and cruelly amused.

He flinched.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” she snorted, walking into the room and closing the door behind her with a soft click. “Mom told me to come check if you finally dropped your load yet. Lucky me, huh?”

He didn’t answer. He wasn’t allowed to. Not in timeout. Not unless she asked a direct question.

She crouched behind him with a sigh that dripped with sarcasm. “Jeez, do you like sitting like this? How long’s it been? Forty minutes?”

He didn’t move.

Her fingers pinched the back waistband of his pants, tugging it down with casual force, baring the thick white curve of his diaper. The air hit his lower back like a breeze of humiliation.

“Let’s see what we’re working with today, step-brother,” she said, flipping open the waistband and peeking inside. “Hmm… well you’re wet, obviously.”

He burned.

“But not messy.” Her tone dropped slightly, disappointed. “You know that’s the whole deal, right? No mess, no mercy. That’s what Mom said.”

He nodded faintly, shame washing over him like a second skin.

“Ohhh, sweetie.” Her tone curved suddenly into exaggerated pity. “Still too scared to go boom-boom in front of your step-sissy?”

He whimpered.

She chuckled. “You know I’ve seen worse. You remember when I had to change you after that big accident last month? The one that leaked all over your blankie? I mean… come on. This little corner poop should be easy-peasy compared to that.”

He didn’t answer.

She moved around to face him, crouching low so their eyes were level. Her smirk was unmistakably delighted.

“Look at me.”

He whimpered.

“I said look, pamperpants.”

He turned slowly, face flushed.

Her smile was maddeningly sweet. “You’re embarrassed. I get it. But let’s be honest, if you were really worried about your dignity, you wouldn’t be waddling around in diapers with cartoon jammies on your butt, now would you?”

He opened his mouth, closed it. His eyes darted toward the door.

“Oh don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone,” she cooed. “Promise. Cross my heart, won’t even text my friends. This’ll just be between you and me… and your diaper.”

He swallowed hard.

She leaned closer. “C’mon, baby bro. Just push. Get it over with. You’re not getting up until you do, and we both know Mom’s serious about that rule now.”

He shook his head, trembling.

She tilted her head. “You want to kneel here another hour? That what you’re telling me?”

He didn’t respond.

“I could leave,” she said thoughtfully, standing slowly, “but that means I have to come back and check you again later. And if you still haven’t filled up your diapee? You might get the paddle. Depends what kind of mood she’s in.”

He winced.

“Or…” she crouched again, voice now a syrupy whisper, “you can be a good little diaper boy and go pushie-pushie for your step-sissy. I won’t laugh. Promise.”

He gave a tiny, shamed noise in his throat.

“Oh come on, don’t act like you’re not used to it,” she said. “You’ve done this before. On the couch. In the car seat. Remember that time at Target?” she teased gently. “Now you’re just in timeout! Easy. What do we always say? ‘Messy makes it better!’ Don’t you wanna be done?”

He shifted slightly, shame thick on his tongue.

She caught it.

“Oh? Something to say?”

“…I don’t want to do it in front of you,” he muttered.

“Awwww,” she teased, voice going up an octave. “Poor little shy-guy! You can’t push your poopies out if sissy’s watching?”

He turned red. Fully, deeply red.

She leaned closer, her tone dipping just slightly, almost gentle. But not quite.

“Look, I get it. It’s gross. But it’s gonna be a lot grosser if you sit here for another hour and get a rash in your pissy pampers, right?” She gave the back of his diaper a pat. “You need to go. You know you do.”

He shivered.

“I won’t tell anyone,” she whispered. “Not Mom, not my friends, not even the group chat.”

He gave her a nervous glance.

“Cross my heart,” she said, raising a hand solemnly. “Push your little pampers full for sissy, and I’ll keep it our secret.”

He bit his lip. His face screwed tight. His fists clenched at his sides.

“Thaaat’s it,” she whispered. “Let go. Just give in. I know it’s hard. But you’re already wet, already padded. What’s one more little push, hmm? You know how good it feels after.”

A quiet grunt escaped him.

“Shhh…” she murmured. “That’s my good little corner baby. Just push it all out for step-sissy. Let it come.”

A soft grunt escaped him. His face contorted. A sudden crinkle. A shifting squelch. His breath caught in his throat.

Then, with a wet squish and a slow, dreadful release, the mess pushed its way into his diaper. The back ballooned and sagged, expanding under its weight. The warmth spread instantly. His knees trembled.

She could see it instantly—how it sagged, how it filled. His whole body trembled from the effort. His eyes brimmed. He’d never felt more disgusting.

“Awwww. There it is,” she breathed. “Someone finally made a big stinky-winky for his step-sissy!!”

He felt it move—hot, inevitable, humiliating.

He whimpered.

“You did such a good job for me,” she said, lightly patting the back of the now-full diaper. “Squishy and ripe. Just how Mommy likes it.”

He looked mortified.

“Hey.” Her voice dropped a little, still amused but less biting. “I meant what I said. I won’t tell. Pinkie swear.”

He continued to grunt and push.

“Are you all done?” She asked, patting his puffy bottom.

He let out a shaky breath. “Yes…”

“Yes what?”

He sighed, “Yes, Miss Maddison…”

She stood, patting him on the head and ruffling his hair.

“Good for you,” she said cheerfully.

He looked up, almost hopeful.

“Can you tell Mom so I can get up?”

She blinked at him.

“…Tell her what?”

He frowned.

“I thought we had a deal?” he asked quietly.

She giggled.

“Oh, we do, baby. I said I wouldn’t tell anyone. And I won’t.”

He blinked again, confused.

“…So I stay here?”

She beamed down at him, arms folded.

“Oh. Oh no,” she said, eyes wide with mock offense. “Don’t look at me like that, diaper boy. You asked me to keep it a secret. You begged me. Remember?”

He opened his mouth. Closed it.

“So guess what? I’m keeping my promise. I won’t tell Mom. Which means…” she drew it out, letting the silence thicken, “you get to stay. In that poopy diaper. Kneeling. For however long it takes.”

He looked like he might cry.

“Hey, don’t pout,” she cooed. “This is what you wanted, remember?”

He shook his head. “I didn’t—”

“You didn’t what? Want to be a big baby who made a stinky for his step-sissy?” she mocked. “Too late now.”

She turned, walking toward the door.

“Have fun spending the next few hours in timeout, stinkerbell!”

Click.

The door shut.

And he stayed on his knees, diaper swollen, squishy, and sagging, pressed to the cold, uncaring tile.

Alone.

Exactly how she wanted him.

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Swing, Swing

I was still trying.

Even as I lay there, flat on my back, mittened hands bound to my thighs, legs bent outward like a diapered frog, I kept whispering to myself inside my head:

Big boy. I’m a big boy. This is just pretend.

She knelt in front of me, calm, slow, cruelly patient.

And there it was, dangling between her fingers: the purple pacifier.

It spun lazily on its ribbon, twirling one way, then the other as she lifted it higher. Until it hung directly above my face, just inches from my eyes.

“Shhh,” she murmured. “No more talking. No more fussing. Just watch the paci.”

I couldn’t help it.

My gaze locked on it like it was a magnet. The soft shine of the rubber nipple. The polished plastic shield with glittery letters that read “Baby Girl.” My breath stuttered in my chest.

Back… and forth…back…and forth…

She dangled it like a pendulum, and her voice followed the rhythm perfectly.

“You’re gripping those big boy thoughts like a rattle: loud, useless, and the first thing to fall when you get tired.”

Back… and forth…back…and…forth…

Left…right…left….right…

“But they’re slipping.”

Back… and….forth…

“Already sliding away.”

Left…right…left…right…

She leaned closer, her breath warm on my cheek.

“You feel it, don’t you?”

I nodded slowly, helplessly.

Each swing seemed heavier than the last. Not physically, but in my mind. Every pass of the pacifier made my chest tighter, my thoughts slower, my world smaller. Like it was a brush scraping away cluttered dust with every stroke.

Then it happened. I didn’t even notice it at first.

Just a warmth.

A spreading, growing warmth beneath me.

I gasped.

The tapes strained softly. My diaper swelled.

“Ohhhh, therrrre she goes!!” she cooed, voice sugary sweet. “Look at that. Baby’s brain can’t hold itself together, and now neither can her bladder.”

I whimpered, cheeks burning.

But the pacifier kept swinging.

Back… and forth…Back… and forth…

Left…and right….left….and right…

“Didn’t even ask, did you?” she said, her tone sing-song and sharp. “Just let go, right in your pampers, right here on the nursery floor. Just like a dumb little sissy baby.”

The heat was everywhere now. My hips twitched against the soggy padding, but the straps held firm. My arms pulled instinctively, but the mittens offered nothing. I couldn’t hide it. I couldn’t even think of a reason to.

And worst of all?

I was still watching the paci.

Back… and forth…Back… and forth…

“You can feel it, can’t you?” she whispered. “The weight pulling you down. Each swing peeling back another grown-up thought.”

She tapped my forehead.

“Bye-bye pride.”

Tap.

“Bye-bye bladder control.”

Tap.

“Bye-bye language…”

Tap.

“Bye-bye big boy…”

Tap.

“Hello baby girl….”

Tap….tap…tap…

I let out a soft, unintentional moan around a drooling, slack-jawed mouth.

She giggled.

“There she is.”

I wanted to look away. I wanted to fight it. But my eyelids were drooping, my lips parting, warm drool dripping down my chin. I was breathing in time with the swings. I wasn’t thinking. I was sinking.

“Such a soggy little mind,” she cooed, stroking my cheek. “Let me help you finish.”

The pacifier dipped lower.

I stared, wide-eyed, brain melting.

“You know what this does,” she whispered. “Once it’s in, there’s no coming back.”

I sniffled, chest heaving.

She tilted her head.

“Beg.”

“…puh… puh-paci…”

“More.”

“…I—I… need… da paci…”

“Say what you are.”

“…b-baby…”

“Baby what?”

“…g-girl…baby girl…”

“Whose?”

“…yours…”

She slid it in.

Pop.

I sucked.

And the world vanished.

No more thoughts.

No more resistance.

No more words.

Just rhythm.

Warmth.

Crinkle.

Drip.

Drool.

She smiled as she wiped my chin.

“There. Much better.”

I didn’t respond.

Just laid there, eyes glassy, mouth gently working, my soaked diaper squishing softly with every breath as I dropped deeper… and deeper…until I was all the way down into the depths of little space.

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A certain somebody was feeling particularly shy about going outside for her afternoon walk with her black onesie under her denim shortalls, complete with a cute diaper bulge from a very-wet nappy. She had been quite fussy all afternoon. Her excessive caffeine in the morning never fails to ensure that her diapers stay dry for more than a couple of minute, but the afternoon walk is no excuse to abandon the rule of “no changes until the diaper is completely used.”

I decided to give her one last opportunity to prove to me that she could be a big girl and accept her outfit, but after the fussing resumed, I left her in the hallway and walked straight back to our bedroom. Moments later, I re-emerged, this time holding her pacifier and a brand new clip. Without a word, I affixed it to the front bib of her shortalls.

Before this most recent addition, a keen eye might have noticed her infantile status. But now? It was as blatant as the pacifier clip dangling in plain view. Nothing screams “childish” more than a pacifier. I let it hang there, a clear testament to her status, while I snapped a quick picture to capture the moment - maybe to serve as a stark reminder for future tantrums. Finally, I tucked the pacifier into the front pocket, leaving only the clip visible to the world. To the average passerby, it would raise no eyebrows. But for our dear Miss Crinkle Butt, already turning crimson from the mortifying nature of her new accessory, it would be a VERY memorable walk.

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Sissy baby maid

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Don’t judge me, please!

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“Hold still, sugarplum. These pigtails have to be just right. You’ll be needing them when you’re on your knees.”

“Mmmph—!”

“Oh hush, that’s just your paci plug doing its job. You don’t get opinions anymore, sweetheart. Just instructions.”

“Tighter on this side. We don’t want them slipping when someone’s got a fist in your hair, do we?”

“Mmf…”

“Aww, look at that blush. She likes being talked about like that.”

“Of course she does. She’s not a man anymore. She’s a little wet-mouth sissy pet. Isn’t that right, puddle-butt?”

crinkle

“Oh my God. Feel that? She’s soaked!”

“Ugh. Completely sagging. You’re lucky we strapped you down—any wetter and you’d be sliding off the table.”

“Someone got all leaky just from getting her hair done. Are the ribbons that exciting?”

“Or is it the thought of all those men tugging your pigtails while you make yourself useful?”

“Mmmnnn…”

“Pathetic. You get praised for looking pretty, and you tinkle like a baby girl. You really do belong in diapers.”

“Honestly, we should leave her like this. Let her stew in her shame for a while. Humility suits her.”

“She’s not going anywhere. Not with that cage bulging and that soggy diaper squishing under her.”

“Alright, bows are tied. Lavender and pink. Perfect for a little mouth slut.”

“You hear that, princess? That’s what you are now. A cute little drool toy with soggy pants and a purpose.”

“You’ll be using that mouth a lot. And now you’ve got the pigtails to match.”

“Smile for us, baby girl.”

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Image credit: Highland Manor Nursery

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One of my biggest fantasies is to have someone force me to pee myself then use that as a reason to punish me.

I want them to lock my belt over my jeans. Making sure there is absolutely no way I could possibly pull them down. Feed me too many drinks and be mean to me about how much I’m squirming. Be so condescending about it. “Baby, why are you wiggling so much? Oh you have to pee? Someone your age should be able to hold it. Now sit still.”

I’ll hold on as long as possible before I have a genuine accident. My body will make the decision for me, even if I was still trying to be good and hold. I want them to laugh in my face. Let me know that “if I want to act like a baby, they will treat me like one.”

Force me into a diaper as I cry and protest that it’s not fair. That they caused me to have an accident. Make me finally admit to it in the most embarrassing way possible that I chose to pee myself because I like it. Make me wear the diaper for the rest of the day, constantly feeding me water still and mocking me. My bladder would already be so weak from my earlier accident that I would have another one in my diaper. Make fun of me for that and use it as proof that I really am just a stupid slut who needs someone to control her. Make me admit that I’m your toy and can’t even control when and where I go pee.

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Is that most perfect pattable bottom, or what!?

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🙈…think my diapii is invisible

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@Diaper_Angel is ready for her diaper check!