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diapersposts · 19 days ago

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Scotty Doesn’t Know

The last few weeks had been pure, unexpected bliss.

A few months ago, you finally managed to admit your ABDL kinks to your wife.

It did not go well.

“So let me get this straight. You, ostensibly an adult man, want to not only wear diapers, but have me treat you like a baby? And you’re serious?”

Needless to say, you did not bring it up again.

After a few awkward weeks, however, it seemed to be forgotten, and your relationship seemed to get back to normal. Both of you pretended that the conversation never happened.

Which is why you were so surprised the night you got home from work and found her waiting along with cases of diapers, onesies, and more accessories than you could have ever imagined.

“Awwww, are you surprised to see all this, baby? Good! At first I thought it was just so…pathetic. But I’ve done a lot of research and think this is perfect for us!”

You couldn’t believe your ears.

It didn’t take long to see just how thorough her research must have been. She hadn’t just bought every ABDL item she could find—she had fully immersed herself in the kink.

“I need you to understand one thing, baby. If this is what you want, then you will fully commit. This won’t be something that happens when it suits you. It’s all or nothing.”

She continued, “You will be diapered 24/7. No exceptions. At home you will have no more rights than a baby. You can wear big boy clothes in public over your diaper, but I will check and change your diaper when I see fit. Got it?”

How could you say no?

She was a natural. A perfect mix of loving Mommy and firm domme. Caring and attentive, yet unrelenting and uncompromising. She was unambiguously in control.

And it was better than any fantasy you ever imagined.

Which brings us to today.

Mommy just fed you your lunch: a large bowl of oatmeal with sliced strawberries and bananas, followed by two jars of pureed prunes.

As usual, you were doing your post-lunch tummy time on your oversized Winnie the Pooh blanket in nothing but your Rugrats t-shirt and comically soggy Little Kings diaper.

Of course, Mommy knew you were due for a change. She wasn’t blind. But she knew her little one was extremely regular—especially after eating those prunes.

She’d change you once you made your afternoon poopoo.

The first wave of cramps hit seconds before the doorbell rang.

You looked up in panic; you’d be immediately obvious to anyone at the door.

Yet Mommy completely ignored your terrified squeals from behind your paci, heading straight for the door.

You watched in horror as the door opened. It seemed to happen in slow motion, slowly and inevitably.

“Hey girls! Come on in!”

Nothing could have prepared you for this.

Standing in the doorway were Mommy’s two best friends, Lauren and Mary, smiling from ear to ear.

Looking right at you.

Utterly exposed.

You instinctively try to cover your diaper in an admittedly adorable, yet wholly futile attempt to preserve your dignity.

As if that was even possible.

Your bulging, yellow diaper was merely one aspect of the humiliating, infantile menagerie before them.

“Oh! My! Gosh! Fiona! He’s adorable!” Lauren squealed in delight, walking straight toward you, “He’s even cuter than you described! And that diapie? Ahhh, I can’t!”

They knew about this?

Mary followed right behind Lauren. “Like…he even actually looks like a baby! Just…bigger.”

The three women surround you, looking down at the red-faced baby too stunned to speak.

You can’t believe Mommy told them!

“Told you you’d love him!” Mommy says with pride, “He just belongs in babyhood!”

Mary laughs. “I know Lauren thinks so. Remember that fight before your wedding?”

“Can you believe I actually argued this sweet little boy was a man?” Mommy says quickly, noticing Lauren’s hesitation, “But you were right all along!”

“Well, I still shouldn’t have said all those things at the Bach party. It was way out of line.”

Mommy waves a hand dismissively. “You were just being a good friend. I wasn’t ready to hear it, yet. Good friends tell hard truths.”

Your eyes go wide in fear as a strong wave of cramps hits you. A tiny whimper escapes your mouth.

You look at the women, praying they’re too distracted to have heard you.

“What’s wrong little guy?” Mary asks softly, kneeling down, “What are you whimpering about, hmm?”

Mommy flashes a knowing, devious grin.

“Ut oh! Does Mommy’s little baby have an icky tummy? Is someone gonna make poopoo in his diapie for us?”

“Ahhh! He even makes the same poopy face as actual babies!” Lauren squeals, tickling your tummy, “Go on, baby. You don’t have to be embarrassed! Babies like you go poopie in their pampers!”

Your face burns in embarrassment. Or maybe from the effort of holding it.

All you know is you cannot mess your diaper like this in front of them. It’s bad enough being seen like this—but you won’t give them the satisfaction of pooping your diaper.

“Poor baby, trying to hold it,” Mary coos, “Just let go for us. We know you’re just a baby. Don’t pretend to be a big boy. It’s okay! Just push all your ickies into your diaper, and it will all be over.”

“I think it’s cute,” Lauren giggles, “Does he actually think if he holds it, we won’t see him as a baby? Well, kiddo, about that…nobody will ever see you as an adult ever again. Besides, we’re going to be here all night babysitting you. We’ll see your stinky tushie sooner or later!”

They’re babysitting you tonight?

Lauren sees the look of confusion on your face. “Oh, does he not know we're babysitting him, Fiona?”

The thought distracts you from your cramps, forcing out a loud, bubbly toot followed by a small amount of mess.

“Good job, baby!” Mary says encouragingly, “You can do it!”

Mommy just smiles.

“Why would I tell a baby my plans? What Mommy does in her free time is of no concern for him, is it baby? All he needs to worry about is when he’ll be changed.”

Mommy is planning on going somewhere?

Another grumbly toot trumpets into your diaper. You grunt as you push warm mush into your diaper.

Despite the overwhelming humiliation of losing the battle in front of Mommy’s friends, you’re more concerned about Mommy leaving you.

“I think the baby is finally making pushies!” Mary shouts, “Is that bulge in your diapie poopie, baby? Yes it is! Yes it is!”

Lauren slides your pacifier into your mouth between grunts. “Here, sweetie. Suckle on your paci while you go poopoo.”

Mommy stands up. “Do you two mind watching him for a bit while I shower? He’ll probably be going for a while. Prunes go straight through him.”

“Not at all, Fiona! You’ve been excited for this date since you put him back in diapers!”

No. No. No! Mommy is going on a date?

You look at Mommy, who doesn’t have even the slightest trace of shame. If anything, she looks more radiant than usual.

“Thanks, girls. I’ll show you how to change him when I get back.”

Your attempt to get up and follow her are foiled by another large cramp. Instead of following your wife, you push another round of mush into your diaper.

“Oh, honey!” Mary coos, rubbing your hair and rattling a toy for you, “Mommy will be back in a bit, I promise. Are you almost done pushing?”

You hate the way Mary talks to you.

She knows why you’re upset—you’re not an actual baby!

Your wife and her friends are casually talking about her going on a date with someone named Mark, but Mary has the audacity to make it seem like it’s because you’re an infant with separation anxiety?

“Sweetie pie, what did you expect?” Lauren chides, “I mean, look at you! You’re pooping your diaper during tummy time! Do you really think your Mommy—or any woman—would ever want to be with you after that?”

You want to argue but can't bring yourself to look her in the eye.

“Baby, you made your choice. This is what you wanted. You gave up your adulthood to be pampered by your Mommy. You’re a baby—not a husband. So guess what? Your Mommy has needs babies can’t satisfy.”

Tears well in your eyes.

“Aww, don’t cry, honey,” Mary says as she wipes the tears from your eyes. “Be nice to him, Lauren. He can’t help it! He’s just a baby!”

“I think you have a soft spot for the baby, Mary,” Lauren teases, “You just love helpless things.”

“Guilty. And what’s more helpless than a baby in a poopy diaper? Poor thing, you should never have been allowed to grow up, huh, kiddo? Don’t you fuss about Mommy. She loves you very, very much, okay?”

You look into Mary’s eyes. To your surprise, you don’t find a hint of mockery—only authentic concern and affection.

And for some reason, that makes everything worse.

Lauren may taunt and tease you, but at least she’s recognizing you’re an adult when she does. Unlike Mary.

Mary genuinely sees you as a baby; that much is clear.

You squirm at the realization. You passed the point of no return.

This isn’t a game anymore. It’s not a fun role play between you and your wife.

This is your life.

“You look stunning!” Lauren shouts when she sees Mommy come back into the room in a red dress you had never seen before.

Lauren wasn’t lying. If anything she was underselling how beautiful your wife looked.

She looked so good you forgot about your rapidly cooling messy diaper. You forgot her friends were here to babysit you.

Forgot she was your Mommy.

For the first time since her friends arrived, you found your voice. “Babe, you look amazing!”

“Awww, you’re so sweet, little one,” Mommy says before dramatically sniffing the air, “But Mommy is more concerned about your stinky bum. Babies get diaper changes, not dates, silly!”

“He definitely needs a changie! Such a stinky boy!” Mary adds unhelpfully.

The momentary bliss fades away as you remember you’re about to have your poopy diaper changed.

You stare longingly at your Mommy in her dress as she grabs your diaper bag.

“No, no, we got this, Fiona. That dress shouldn’t be anywhere near a poopy diaper,” Mary assures her.

“Are you sure?”

“Your baby is in good hands. You’re off the clock. Go have fun with Mark.”

You pretend you don’t see her wink.

“Ugh, thank you! You guys are the best!” she says before turning to you, “You behave for your babysitters, honey. I’ll see you in the morning. I love you, sweetie!”

She blows you a kiss as she walks out the door, leaving you with a poopy diaper in desperate need of a change.

“Alright, mister,” Mary says patting your diaper, “Let’s get you out of that icky diapie so we can play!”

The way Lauren laughs sends shivers down your spine.

“We’re going to have so much fun getting to know the real you, baby!”

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Rules For Littles In Diapers Or Pull-Ups

You are in diapers or pull-ups for a reason, but they are not interchangeable! What are the expectations for littles?

Use your diapers (very) often, that’s what it’s they’re for and that’s why you’re in them!

Using your diaper (often) is totally okay, and is 100% expected that you do (you are not expected to ask if you need to use it, just use it).

It’s never an “accident” to use your diaper, but it’s an accident if your diaper leaks (your caregiver can decide if the accident is your fault and what (if any) corrective actions need to be taken).

If you hold it and then go all at once, you greatly increase chances for an accident, and having it be your fault.

You should be doing little tinkles in your diaper about every few minutes or so (you need to keep that bladder empty, and also make sure you hydrate).

If you have a caregiver, it is typical that you won’t even be allowed to touch, or change your diapers, or even ask for a diaper change (hopefully your caregiver is attentive and will be taking care of your diapers (and other needs) for you).

If you have a caregiver, you should cooperate fully with having your diaper checked, and having your diaper changed (if you don’t and your diaper leaks (which it will eventually), then it’s your fault and you will be in trouble).

If you’re in pull-ups, the rules are very different than when you’re in diapers, and you’ll need to be more disciplined or face discipline!

Your pull-up is like protective underwear (trainers) and is there “just in case”.

You are expected to try to keep your pull-ups clean and dry, unless you ask your caregiver and they say its okay for you to use it (like if you’re stuck in traffic, or at a concert or movie, or having tummy troubles and can’t make it to a potty in time)

Unlike diapers, going potty in your pull-ups is an accident and might get you in trouble (like getting spanked and put back in diapers until further notice).

You won’t be allowed to take your pull-up off, unless your caregiver says its okay, but you will probably be allowed to pull them down to go potty in the toilet and pull them back up when you’re done.

Pull-ups are way more likely to leak than diapers. Having an accident in your pull-up and having it leak could mean double-trouble for you (and your rear-end).

Having to change your used pull-up will not be popular with your caregiver because some of your clothes might need to be taken off completely before you can be cleaned up and and get put into a fresh pull-up. Keep in mind, that it might be easier for the caregiver to rip the pull-up off, give you a (deserved) spanking, then tape you into a fresh diaper, then to take your clothes off.

If the additional expectations are causing stress, it might be a really good idea to very sweetly ask your caregiver to put you back in diapers instead of using your pull-ups and getting in trouble. Long car rides, air travel, movies, concerts, vacations (Disney!), afternoon naps, sleeping, sicknesses (tummy troubles!), and getting over stressful times, are some very common (and good) reasons for being put back in diapers.

I expect better behavior now that it’s clear what the rules are!

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