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This pathetic cuck has played it safe for far too long and is now in need of permanent online exposure. Let’s make sure the diaper fag can never undo the public humiliation he has brought upon himself. Anyone care to help?

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Proving A Point Pt.1

"And what exactly is this?" Cheshire asked, holding up the diaper.

"I-I dunno..." her charge, Amelia, shrugged.

Cheshire knew that was a lie. She'd been playing dolls with the girl for hours now, despite Amelia really being much too old for that kind of thing. She was probably too old for a babysitter at all, actually - especially Cheshire, who wasn't that much older than her - but if her mom was willing to pay, Cheshire was willing to show up and do what needed to be done.

As a matter of fact, Cheshire realized, this was definitely not true... "That's funny," she mused, "because I just saw you put one of your dolls into one of these, didn't I? It was smaller, of course, but..."

"Okay, okay," Amelia rolled her eyes. "It's a diaper, okay?" she sulked.

Cheshire wasn't sure why she was so upset about it... After all, the girl seemed to have an obsession with babies, like she was one of those kids who, when they were younger, begged their parents to have a younger sibling for them to play with. Usually, they got over that, but apparently Amelia never had, since Cheshire had not only seen her diaper a doll, Amelia also had a toy high chair for her toys.

So, why would she care if Cheshire found this diaper? It was awfully big... Looking around, Cheshire didn't immediately spot any stuffed animals that it would fit on. Amelia, on the other hand... "Sweetie, do you have something to tell me?" she asked, giving the girl a meaningful glance. She could definitely wear it... Could she be a bedwetter? Her mother hadn't mentioned anything about that to Cheshire, but maybe Amelia took care of it on her own; maybe her mom didn't even know herself.

"No!" Amelia pouted, blushing as she grabbed for the diaper. "Give it back!"

"Now, now," Cheshire shook her head. "Calm down... It's okay... I understand if you need a little extra protection, it's all right..."

"I don't!" Amelia insisted, stomping her foot.

"Amelia, calm down," Cheshire reprimanded. "There's no need to throw a tantrum... If you need your diapers, you need your diapers... I'm just glad I know before tonight, so I can make sure you're ready to go before bed."

Amelia glared at her, arms crossed, looking none too pleased, though at least she didn't bother denying it anymore. "I wanna do something else," she said after a few moments. "Let's go to the living room..."

Cred: PrincessPottyPants

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“Uh oh I think someone needs to go poopy. How adorable”

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I told you what would happen if you didn't behave.... Now we're going to wait for that enema to do its work.

Tightly locked into the pillory all she could do is suck on her pacifier as the cramps began to grow.

Whining and whimpering, trying to prove him wrong.... That she was a big girl, not a helpless little diaper messing baby.

Pinching her little nipples, sliding my fingers down her thighs and up her shirt as I teased her.

She couldn't take any more. So turned on and humiliated she finally lost control in front of him, grunting and moaning as she filled her diaper.

Looks like you're due for a spanking!

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🅱️eta Cringe 😬 Diaper 🚼 Boy 🧒

Been a while. Sorry about that. Life has been too real and I haven't had that burst of inspiration I use to generate these. But that's obviously changed today 😂. The first inspiration for this song was an AI story I was messing with where misogynistic men are reprogrammed into diaper dependant sissy boys who's sole purpose is to embarrass themselves and be attracted to each other as a form of punishment. The second was a subset of caption porn I found on X and Bluesky that seems centered around the themes of 'cringe' and 'gooning' and features a lot of very humiliating captions paired with cute although often sexualized cartoon characters. Anyways the combination of those two things gave birth to this song idea in my mind. Not sure if knowing where it came from is important to y'all just thought I'd share lol. Hope you enjoy if it's your thing I realize it's a very niche subset of ABDL.

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Comments Appreciated 🫶

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Blame it on her boss being an asshole and Karen having it up TO HERE with him.

Blame it on her 401k plummeting.

Blame it on her period.

Whatever the reason, something in her snapped and that's how her poor husband David now found himself sobbing in the corner of their bedroom, thickly diapered, on full display in front of not only his wife, but her younger sister Mary.

It had been a fun night actually. Mary was visiting for the weekend and her and her older sister were sitting on the couch having just rewatched Barbie when David decided to come in and complain about the whole Barbenheimmer thing from a few years earlier. "It really distracted from the fact one of the movies was a masterpiece about one of the most critical figures in world history and the other was about a fucking doll."

As mentioned, it wasn't JUST David's rude comment about his wife's favorite movie that made her flip, but it didn't help. Maybe the frustration about being married to a shrimp-dick pansy also got to her, along with the fact everyone thought he was such a stud and such a good catch, including her sis.

"David. Bedroom. Now."

Boy that stopped his argument right then and there. Mary looked confused. Bedroom? What...were her sister and brother-in-law going to fuck or something? Probably not, considering David was now sputtering and blubbering apologies and actually crying. Pleading even. No, no, no, "Not with Mary here. Please, Karen. I'm so sorry."

"Karen?" Karen herself now said.

"Mommy," David corrected. "I'm sorry, Mommy."

Now Mary burst out laughing. Um, what the fuck?

"Wanna see a show even funnier than Barbie?" Karen asked.

"Uh, sure?"

With that Karen sprung up and grabbed her husband by the ear and marched them to their bedroom. She told him to get his stuff. Mary watched in shock as her brother-in-law went into a closet and emerged with the biggest and most faggiest looking diaper she had ever seen in her life.

David disrobed and lay across his wife's lap. Mary watched as her prim and proper sister delivered 50 blows to each cheek, really let the sobbing sissy have it. He rolled off the floor beaten and didn't put up any resistance as his wife--mommy--taped him into the ludicrous diaper. She patted it and said he was now going to be a good girl and no more big girl talk about movies that he doesn't understand, right? He sobbed out a yes and then got to his feet with some assistance and was directed to his naughty corner. "I think three hours here will be good for you. Isn't that how long Oppenheimer was? Fucking neverending. And now so too shall be your punishment."

"Should we go talk more about the movie?" Karen asked her sister who just nodded, taking one last look at the diapered pansy who moments earlier had been her brother-in-law.

"And yeah, I'll tell you ALL about my little sissy husband."

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Photo found on the internet. Captioned by ME

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"What's the matter?" Stephanie asked, coming back upstairs. "Everyone's here, it's time for brunch. Why are you taking so long to get out of bed?"

Oh shit. I forgot people were coming over today. I slept in, but that wasn't why I was taking a while to get up. Right as I slipped from dream space and back into reality, my brain eventually woke up enough to realize something was wrong.

Stephanie read my face almost instantly. "It happened again, didn't it?" she sighed. Giving me that accusatory, exasperated look.

I clutched the sheets to my shoulders. But that was way too obvious. I shouldn't have done that.

She ripped the blankets down, tearing them from my grip.

"Well..." she said, sighing and somewhat smiling to herself, almost as if she expected this.

I tried to turn away, to hide my stained undies, but there was no hiding the little puddle soaked into the sheets.

"Another wet dream?!" She exclaimed incredulously.

It was my 3rd one this week. They'd been happening more and more lately. It wasn't too much of an inconvenience. It was just extremely embarrassing, and Stephanie liked to press the issue.

"You really can't control yourself, can you??"

"It's not my fault!" I whined, trying to salvage some dignity in my soaked, sticky boxers. "You've had me locked up for weeks! And your teasing isn't helpin--"

"Oh don't try to blame this on me!" She scoffed, smirking, "You wanted this. You wanted to do this whole 'chastity play' thing. You told me not to let you out no matter how much you beg. I'm just going by what you said..."

I scrunched up my face. She was right. I hated that she was right. This was literally what I asked for, but it sounded way more fun in my head...

But I also didn't think she would take to it so quickly. She really seemed to enjoy teasing me. Giving me little tickles in the crotch as I walked by. Whispering seductive, dirty things in my ear while we were out at dinner. Even taking the cage off every now and then to edge me several times before putting ice cubes to it so she could stuff it back in. It was torture, she knew it, and she loved it.

"Besides..." she continued, "why would I need to unlock you when you're getting plenty of release into the sheets?

I pouted at that, but there wasn't much I could retort with.

"Well..." she sighed, pulling her hair hair up to tie it back. "I think you know what this means..."

It could mean any number of things. When the hair went up, it was her entering 'dominant' mode.

"You're gonna have to go back in diapers."

My stomach plummeted. Diapers?? Not those again...

"I'm sorry," she said, reading my face, not sounding sorry at all, "but this is not the first time you've been having accidents in bed. Remember what happened after New Year's?"

I remember. Of course I remember. She wouldn't let me forget it. I got a little too drunk to the point that I was incoherent enough to miss the entire countdown. The next day, I woke up to wet sheets. She was furious, not just about the piss-stained linens, but the fact that I neglected her almost the whole night.

For the rest of that week, I had to spend the night in a big pair of fluffy adult diapers. I didn't know they made them that big, or that childish.

"Honey please..." I begged, "Don't you think this is a little excessive...?"

"Absolutely not." She said firmly. "Until you can learn to control yourself better, I don't see any reason why you shouldn't have to wear diapers all day in case you have another 'accident'!"

I winced at the words. "All day??"

"Yes." She said, "As in 'daylight'. Night time too. I'd much rather wake up to your wet diaper than to wet sheets."

My mind was reeling, but apparently the matter was decided because she headed to the closet. Her ponytail swished back and forth as she dug through. Finally, she found what she was looking for. She held the ridiculous white, crinkly diaper up with a huge smile.

"It's diapy time!!" she cooed.

"But Steph!" I whined as she yanked my sticky boxers down, and lifted my legs up by the ankles so she could slide the diaper underneath.

"You just said everyone is downstairs!!"

"Mhmm.." she said, pulling the diaper up over my cage. "What's your point?" she asked, taping up each side.

"They're...they're..."

"I'll let you wear pants." She said, reading my thoughts. "But if you keep whining, I'll send you down there in nothing but your diaper and a t-shirt."

That shut me up real quick. She finished taping up the diaper, making several passes to ensure it was nice and tight, tucking in the folds to ensure there wouldn't be leaks. I tested the bulk, cringing at how loud they were between my legs.

"Try not to move to much," she smirked, "You don't want them to hear the crinkles, do you?"

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He grunted softly behind his pacifier, cheeks red from exertion and shame. Sweat beaded on his brow. His legs trembled from the repetitive pushing, but he had to keep bouncing, or else the stupid little alarm would sound and she’d start his time out all over again.

It wasn’t a punishment that necessarily hurt—but it wore on him. Deeply. The mess, the motion, the crinkling heat—it all built into a singular sense of helpless discomfort. Exactly what Miranda intended.

Now, nearly an hour later, his legs trembled with fatigue. The constant up-and-down effort had become mechanical, more a desperate plea than compliance. The mess in his diaper squished with each bounce, warm and humiliating, a reminder of exactly why he was here. Every motion renewed the sticky discomfort between his legs, and every second he stayed in that harness was a second longer he had to marinate in the consequences of his outburst.

He should have just used his words earlier.

He should have said “Yes, ma’am.”

The door opened with a slow creak.

Miranda stepped inside, arms crossed, a faint smirk on her lips. Her expression unreadable, her presence filled the room more thoroughly than the smell ever could.

She sauntered toward him, bare feet silent against the padded flooring. Her gaze traveled down from his red, sweat-slicked face to the swollen bulge of his diaper. She took in the slight sag, the way it discolored at the back. Her nose wrinkled, but not in disgust.

In satisfaction.

He froze mid-hop and instinctively tried to hide his face in the padded straps. Shame rushed through him like a current. The pacifier strapped into his mouth muted his voice, but a pathetic whimper escaped—a hybrid of apology and exhaustion.

“Mmm.” She tapped a finger to her chin. “That smell tells me something, baby. You finally made your mess, didn’t you?”

He nodded, frantically now. Another bounce forced more of the mess against him and made him squirm. It wasn’t the punishment that got to him—it was the not knowing when it would end. The waiting.

Miranda circled him slowly. “Tell me something,” she said. “Have you learned your lesson yet?”

He nodded again, harder, with pleading eyes. Muffled whimpers behind his pacifier. The bounce almost stopped. He tried once more—up, down, a weak attempt—and whimpered again, looking straight at her. Desperate. Repentant.

She stopped behind him. Rested a firm hand on his lower back.

“You know why I had to do this,” she said calmly. “You broke the rule. You disobeyed me, you got mouthy, and you called me a name I never want to hear again.”

He closed his eyes. The memory burned almost worse than the rash beginning to itch between his legs.

“This,” she continued, patting the back of his full diaper with a firm thud, “was your choice. You are the one that got yourself into this mess!”

A tiny sob escaped his pacifier as he nodded apologetically.

“You want out?”

He nodded immediately, tears welling. She could see it—he wasn’t faking this part. The pride had drained away. What was left was pure need. Need for forgiveness. Need to be let out. Need for her.

Miranda leaned in, whispering close to his ear.

“Bounce.”

His heart skipped. He had already been bouncing, weakly—but now the command made it real. He bounced harder, mess smearing beneath him with each desperate hop. He whimpered into the pacifier, humiliation burning red across his cheeks.

Bounce. Squish. Bounce

“Good,” she said. “Now… tell me what you’ve learned.”

He spat his pacifier out of his mouth, letting it dangle down on the clip like he was dangling from the ceiling. But Miranda smacked him hard across the face and stuffed it back into his mouth.

“Did I say you could take that binky out of that filthy little mouth of yours??” Miranda growled. “You’ll speak through it. Loud enough for me to understand. Like a good little boy who knows his place.”

He froze for a beat, then forced himself to keep bouncing—up, down, thighs screaming—and tried to speak around the silicone bulb that filled his mouth.

“Mmph… sowwy Ma’am… I—mmph—I be good now…”

“Louder.”

He bounced harder. More urgency in each pathetic hop.

“I sowwy! I be good! No more back talk, pwomise!”

She tilted her head. “And why are you in timeout, sweetheart?”

He didn’t hesitate—he couldn’t. He wanted out. He needed the change. The squish was unbearable.

“Cuz I was a mouthy baby… I f’got my pwace…”

The room was quiet for a moment, save for his desperate bouncing and the slick noise of a well-used diaper. Miranda nodded, somewhat satisfied, and started circling her dangling husband. Her hand came to rest under his chin, forcing his eyes up to meet hers.

“That’s right,” she whispered. “You forgot. And you needed reminding.”

He nodded quickly, bouncing still, breath ragged and desperate.

“Say it. One more time. While you bounce.”

He did.

“I a mouthy baby… an’ I need Ma’am’s rules. Pwease change me now… I sowwy…”

Miranda let him bounce for five more agonizing seconds. Then:

“Stop.”

He obeyed instantly, legs nearly giving out. The straps held him up while he panted in exhaustion. Her voice was low, satisfied.

“You remembered your place, little one. That’s what timeout is for. Not just the mess. Not just the bounce. The lesson.”

She began unfastening the straps with deliberate precision, her fingers working slowly. Each release was like a gentle mercy.

He collapsed softly into her arms once free, barely able to stand.

“Now…” she sighed, letting him down onto the floor, dusting off her hands. “Let’s get you changed. And then we’ll see if you’re ready for cuddles… or if you need another hour in the bouncer.”

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"If. You. Can't. Keep. Your. Trainers. Dry. Then. How. Do you expect. To. Keep. A. Pair of undies. DRY?? Keep blubbering like a little fucking baybee! It's back to diapers for you!"

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“Come! Daddy is in the next room. Time to put that mouth of yours to work. All that pacifier sucking is going to come in real handy!!”

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